Chained (When Bondage Meets Innocence) (7 page)

Krista’s daily life turned dull and tedious. She went to work every day, paid her bills, and occasionally met up with her friends, but there was no sparkle. There was no thrill. She wasn’t even sure she knew how to go about looking for what she was missing. She didn’t see any way for normal, average, everyday life to measure up to her experiences with Damien.

One Friday evening after a long day at work, Krista’s phone rang. Hannah was calling. She would probably want to drag Krista out of her apartment in an effort to cheer her up. Krista used to love to go drinking and dancing with her friend, but it all seemed so mundane. She answered the phone, resolved to go with her friend where ever it was she wanted to go. None of this was Hannah’s fault.

“
Hey Hannah,” Krista said. “What’s up?”

“
I’m on my way over and I have a surprise for you,” Hannah said. “Take a shower and get yourself together. Don’t worry about make-up. I’ll do yours when I get there and I’m bringing something for you to wear.”

An hour later, Krista thought she had gone into the twilight zone or something.

“
You are fucking crazy,” Krista said surveying herself in the mirror. “I can’t wear this.”

“
Are you kidding?” Hannah asked. “You look amazing. Every single guy with a penis will want you. Shit, some of the girls might even want you.”

Hannah had brought several outfits, but finally settled on a black leather pencil skirt that tied in the back with black silk ribbons sort of like the skirt version of a corset. Black high heels with thin leather straps wound around her legs to mid calf, creating the illusion that she was bound. Matching leather cufflets circled each wrist adding to the illusion. A sheer pink toga style shirt topped a black bra, clearly visible through the fabric. It was the perfect mix of bondage and softness and it matched Krista’s personality perfectly.

“
What if somebody I know sees me?” Krista asked.

“
Believe it or not,” Hannah said. “This is you. After everything you told me about what happened between you and Damien, this is totally you. Besides, this is actually pretty tame for where I’m taking you. You’d be amazed by how far most of the people you think are ‘normal’ descend into the depths of depravity when no one is looking. It’s human nature.”

“
Human nature or not,” Krista said, secretly pleased by how different the outfit was from her ‘normal’ self. “I look like a high-class call girl. How’d you talk me into this again?”

“
I cheated,” Hannah said. “You promised to ‘just go with it’ before you ever knew what it was.”

“
Oh, yeah,” Krista said rolling her eyes. Grabbing her purse, she said, “Let’s go.”

Fifteen minutes later, the girls pulled up to a large black building. On the front in red neon letters it said,
Chained
. As Krista reached for the door handle, Hannah grabbed her other hand. “Listen,” Hannah said stalling her. “The most important thing about an outfit like yours is attitude. You look amazing, but sexy is only ten percent about how you look. The other ninety percent is attitude. Don’t be afraid to let people see you. No one in this club is going to judge you negatively. I promise.”

Pep talk finished, Hannah grabbed the door handle and slid out of the car. Hannah wore a bodysuit that was skin tight all the way past her ass and then loosened softly so it swished when she walked. Decorative rips in the fabric accentuated her stomach and thighs. Hannah had finished off the outfit with gold sandals and jewelry including a chain link belt riding low on her hips. She looked over at her friend as they walked in and hoped this would work.

Hannah knew that being with Damien had started to break Krista out of her shell. The two of them had been friends for years, but Hannah had always felt like Krista was holding something back. She didn’t know what it was until Damien entered the picture. Now that she did, she was determined not to let Krista revert to the safety of her former self. Her friend would never be happy that way.

As the girls walked up to the door of the club, the bouncer checked their IDs and opened the door for them. They walked inside giving their eyes a minute to adjust to the lighting. The walls were painted black with blood red sconces hung sporadically. Plush black booths lined the outer wall. Some had tables. Others had what looked like a cross between a bed and a couch. Gleaming in the red light, silver chains dangled from the ceiling. Seduction, sensuality and danger breathed through the club.

The patrons of the club were even more interesting than the decor. There were people dressed in exotic fetish wear, engaging in acts that brought a blush to Krista’s cheeks. In one corner, a woman was hanging from cuffs at her wrists that attached to the ceiling chains. She was wearing a sheer dress through which Krista could clearly see her nipples and the curves of her ass. Her companion stroked her pussy while whispering something in her ear. The oversized booth in the other corner was filled with leather clad patrons, appearing to be on their way to a massive orgy. It was as if hyper-charged sex was traveling on air currents throughout the room.

Krista jumped as the crack of a paddle hitting bare skin reverberated through the club. She blushed as she turned and glanced at her friend, who seemed to be silently laughing at her. Hannah linked their arms together, leaned over to Krista’s ear and said “Walk like you dance.” She carefully pulled Krista to the bar.

The girls sat down on the bar stools and ordered their drinks. Krista took the opportunity to scan the room again. Desire was thick in the club and Krista felt like she was swimming in it. She was halfway to aroused and they had just gotten there. As the bartender set their drinks down in front of them, Krista glanced at her friend. Despite her desire, she needed some answers. This was not their typical excursion.

“
Hannah, what are we doing here?” she asked, sipping her drink.

“
You’ve been skulking around for months,” Hannah said, “dreaming of Damien and the things he did to you. It’s time to move on and I couldn’t think of anything better than getting in touch with the wild side he unleashed within you. I watched you fight against your fascination when we came in. Why not just go with it and see where it leads. You’ll never know what’s there unless you try.”

Krista remained silent for a few moments, gathering her thoughts.

“
You know, you’re right,” she finally said. “I’ve tried so hard my whole life to fit in and be normal. Damien smashed through all my barriers. Then when he was gone, I lost not only him but the freedom to be myself. I’ve spent the last few months thinking that I couldn’t do this without him and trying to figure out how to rebuild the walls. But I’m done trying to be something I’m not. This place calls to me and I need to know why.”

“
Only one way to find out,” Hannah said as she grabbed Krista’s hand. “Come on. Let’s dance.”

The music was different from what Krista usually listened to. It was provocative, with a dark flavor to it, an edge of rawness that beat against her, touched something in her. Krista let the music fill her senses and began swaying her hips in time to the beat. Lifting her hair off the back of her neck with both hands, she piled it on top of her head and tangled her fingers in the soft strands.

Krista didn’t know if it was the music, the environment or the freedom of her decision, but she closed her eyes and took her abandonment on the dance floor further than she ever had. With one hand still tangled in her hair, she pulled the other down the side of her face and turned her chin into the caress. Everything but the music melted away as she relished the feel of her hand on her body while moving to the music. A ragged breath lodged in her throat as her fingernails scraped down the side of her neck and across her chest. Her hand brushed the outer edge of her breast, and she flicked a finger across her nipple as it went past. She moaned softly as her hand continued its downward movement. When she reached the top of her thigh, she squeezed it roughly, letting a gasp fall from her open lips.

Hannah watched her friend dance. She wasn’t the only one actually. She glanced around the room and could see several pairs of eyes glued to Krista’s undulating form. It was as if they could feel the desire coming off her in waves. When Krista brought her hand back up her body, one finger trailing between her breasts, Hannah realized her friend wasn’t acting. Hannah couldn’t help but watch as Krista twisted her hand around her face enabling her teeth to graze the tip of her thumb. She sucked it into her mouth and dragged it back down her throat, leaving a glistening trail of wetness behind.

Krista was losing control. She knew in the back of her brain that she was in the middle of a club surrounded by people, but was beyond caring. Truthfully, the fact that they might be watching her as she’d watched them earlier was turning her on. She moved her hand down her body again, taking the time to squeeze her breast along the way.

As her fingers trailed down the middle of her stomach, a large rough hand grabbed her arm, holding it in place. Krista’s eyes flew open at the contact and she was surprised to find a handsome man staring back at her with a grin on his face.

“
Tsk, tsk, naughty girl,” he said, moving closer and bringing his body in contact with hers. “You go much further and this entire club will descend like a pack of rabid dogs.”

Krista grinned at the man and ground her body against his, trapping his hand against her lower stomach. She leaned into his body, putting her mouth next to his ear. “Maybe that’s what I want,” she whispered. “Maybe I want someone else to be in control.”

The man stepped back and released her, his hips swaying to the beat as he chuckled. “What’s your name?” he asked.

She looked him up and down, liking what she saw. The man was tall, about 6’4” with short brown hair styled in that semi messy way that was so popular for guys. His dark green eyes were inviting as he smiled at her. A wide chiseled chest tapered into a narrow waist and his biceps were nearly as big as her thighs.

Perusal complete, she answered him. “Krista,” she replied. “Yours?”

The man looked at her as a lion stalks its prey. It couldn’t be the same girl Damien had told him about. This girl was hunting for a Dom and the girl Damien had described was practically a virgin. “I’m Tyler,” he said, dropping his voice and leaning in close enough to whisper in her ear, “but if you are really hoping to give up control, you can come to my private room and call me Master.”

“
What would I have to do?” Krista asked leaning back so she could look in his eyes.

“
Nothing that you didn’t really want to do,” he said. “There’s a safe word. If you say it, everything stops.”

Krista thought about what she had said earlier and decided she really meant it. She was tired of trying to conform to society’s view of normal. “Okay,” she said, stepping back. “I just have to tell my friend.”

“
She can join us if she wants,” he said, grinning again.

Krista laughed. “She’s not that kind of friend, but nice try.”

Tyler found himself chuckling again. “I just meant in case you wanted someone there to supervise, seeing as how we just met and all.”

Krista shook her head. “I’ve played it safe almost my entire life,” she said. “The few times I didn’t were some of the most wonderfully intense experiences, I’ve ever had. Do with me what you will. My safe word is lance.”

Krista walked over to where Hannah was dancing to explain what was going on.

“
Fuck!” Tyler said to himself, when Krista was out of earshot. This was Damien’s Krista. It was too late to back out now and even if he did, someone else would take his place, someone who might not be as careful with her as he would. His only choice was to take care of her now and call Damien in the morning when he might be sober enough to actually answer his phone. He was going to have to play this very carefully.

Krista gasped as she followed Tyler into the private room. She didn’t know what she had been expecting, but the room looked like a sex exhibit at a museum. Krista walked around the large room, trying to take it all in. There were hundreds, maybe even thousands of sex-related paraphernalia all carefully labeled with name, function and various uses. Vibrators, anal stimulators, whips, handcuffs, and various other items decorated the room on shelves along the outer wall. Various wooden and leather contraptions were assembled on the floor space around the room. For the life of her, Krista couldn’t figure out what most of them were for.

Tyler came up behind her, placing his hands lightly on her shoulders and kissing the back of her head. The action reminded her of the way Damien had approached her in the hallway and she resolved to put him out of her mind. Her focus should only be on Tyler.

“
The room functions like the mini bar in a hotel suite,” he said. “Whatever you use gets charged to your credit card.”

“
I was wondering how it all worked,” Krista said.

Tyler scooped Krista into his arms, carrying her towards the bed.

“
I don’t think we could possibly try them all tonight, but I’ll do what I can,” Tyler said with a grin.

“
That’s not what I meant,” she replied, blushing.

Tyler carefully placed Krista on her feet in front of the bed and kissed her, teasing her lips with teeth and tongue. She rose on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. With one kiss, he unleashed a floodgate within her. She poured her frustration over the last few months into the kiss. Her hunger, her need, her secret desires - she gave it all, relishing the mastery of his mouth against hers.