Roxy was new to the apartment complex. She was a big booty Latin with a body that made heads turn wherever she went. She had long black hair and deep brown eyes that seemed to hold a world of secrets within them. She had always been curious about the BDSM lifestyle and had always wanted to try it out but had never had the courage to do so until tonight Music pounded around her. The club was an exclusive one, and had only the best DJ's turning on any given night. The floor literally vibrated under her beautifully fresh painted pink toes. She looked at the bouncer that let her in without issue, then at the huge mass of bodies visible beyond the door.
Swathed in light that shifted like water, the strobes gave an interesting effect to the already interesting décor of the club. Despite the white columns, giving a very fresh feeling to the building, it was more the type of place one would expect to see a vampire, were they to really exist. Dark, shadowed, and very much gothic, as the light shifted, one could see the blood-red marbling on those otherwise perfect pillars.
She turned a full circle, amazed with the dark, gothic beauty of the place.
Soon, she was pulled into the mass of dancing bodies in the center.
It was an all women's club, most of the members were lesbians, and of very high socioeconomic background. The rich, and sometimes famous, came here to be unknown and with others like themselves. She Roxy was not what one would call the picture of goth, her long black hair that shined under the strobe lights her beautiful curved frame with fishnet stockings that hugged her tight round curvy Latin ass She found the bar, and found something to her liking.
She had never been a part of the "closed-door" scene here. Those people went into the quiet, beautiful rooms around the outer walls of the building for wild sexual escapades involving nearly any fantasy.
She herself had been in a committed relationship for many years, and only came here to dance.
But one night she had come home to her beloved Tara and another woman in her bed.
Roxy had left in a fit of pain, anguish, betrayal, and anger.
She only wanted a couple drinks and a chance to forget, even if for a while, but she still had no desire to go back into those rooms. A few drinks it was, and with so little food in her stomach from the stress, she was feeling the welcome fuzziness starting to creep around her.
Roxy stepped out onto the marble floor, feeling the pulse of bodies and the intoxicating smell of female musk and sexual energy around her. It made her heady, and light-headed.
Alaera saw the beautiful black haired Latin woman from across the room, from where she was sitting at one of the tables. She quirked an eyebrow, her head cocking slightly as she watched the Latin woman make her way into the crowd. From her elevated seat, Alaera watched the woman's every motion Alaera closed her dark blue eyes, and instantly, the room started to spin. She had the sense that the woman was hurting, and the taste of betrayal hung thick around her. Alaera felt a pang of sympathy and pursed her lips, watching the way the other woman moved, the sinuous contour of perfect legs, and the glimpse of a delicious garter belt underneath. Alaera could not help but smile. It was a favourite for her. There was nothing as sexy and feminine as a beautiful woman in thigh-high stockings and a gorgeous pair of heels and the right panties could put Alaera into a froth without effort.
Alaera had an amazing sense for that which one felt but would not say. Some called it "a sixth sense" or "something like that It didn't really matter what it was. It worked. That is what mattered.
Alaera stood, pushing a lock of silken black hair back from her face and stepped down from her pedestal to mingle into the crowd.
Of course, such dancing would have people in close contact, and most accidental touching was ignored. In her current state, Roxy didn't care. She just wanted to forget.
And, in her state, it was easy for her not to notice the woman slipping her way through the crowd towards her.
Roxy moved and writhed to the beat of the music, until she felt cool hands slip around her waist from behind, and the feeling of a soft body press against her.
It felt so good...
Roxy squirmed a bit, and tried to turn, but the gentle grasp held her firm.
"You are needing escape, I can tell. Let me show you a night that will help you forget," a simmering voice whispered in her ear.
Roxy's blinked, not quite sure she heard what she did. Alaera smiled and stepped back only so the beauty could turn but remain in her arms. Roxy's turned, and stared at the other woman.
"You must have me mistaken," she replied quietly, barely audible over the pounding music. "I just came to get a few drinks and dance."
"You came to forget."
Leila sighed. "How can you tell?"
The sable-haired woman gave an expression of concern. "It's in those eyes of yours. Never a colour of beautiful brown and blue have I seen before, but it's the pain and anguish I see more glaringly. You have seen a terrible betrayal."
Roxy eyes dropped to the floor. She wasn't sure how it happened, but somehow, amidst the alcohol and her distraction, she found herself on the edge of the dance floor, closer to the wall. "Yes."
Alaera stepped forward, her lips hovering inches away from hers
"Let me help you."
Roxy's sighed, and looked down... and then, everything went black.
She woke in darkness. She was warm, but disoriented. It took her several moments to realize that she was nude, and laying on something that was so heavenly soft it felt like sheepskin. She was covered, but only barely. For the warmth of the room, she was covered only with something light and breathable. She blinked a few more times, and still couldn't see. Finally, she realized she was blindfolded. he squirmed, reaching to try to remove it, only to find her hands and wrists bound. She could move only a small amount.
She started to panic, and yank against the thick, soft bindings. That is, until, she heard a familiar voice.
"Shhhh.... You are safe," the voice told her.
Roxy froze. It was the same voice she had heard earlier in the club, from the mesmerizing, dark-haired woman.
She felt soft lips trail across her cheek, and press to her lips in an intense kiss. As the kiss ended, she could feel the fabric covering her lift, and the warmth of another form next to her. A hand slid over Roxy's slim form, a gentle, feminine touch. Hands started to roam over her body, touching and caressing every inch of her skin.
She was confused, and wasn't sure what to do. But when she felt those hands cup her full breasts, gently rolling her nipples between soft fingers, the only noise she could muster was a groan of pleasure.
Fingers trailed lower, and trailed over her thighs, moving inward.
"You know," the voice told her, "those fishnets and that belt were absolutely delicious on such beautiful and supple thighs as these." The hand moved inward, and gently urged Roxy's legs to part.
She gasped as she did, and the hand came up between her legs, soft fingers playing over the velvety, womanly lips.
"How wet you are already. Here you are, helpless, bound by your wrists and ankles, blindfolded, and at my mercy. You like it, don't you, my sweet little pet?"
Roxy's whimpered, and nodded. A purring groan of pleasure met her ears.
Lips kissed gently down her cheek, over her chin, and to her throat. The nibbling and sensation of the other woman's tongue was amazing.
"Tell me your name, my pet."
Roxy's struggled to bring herself together enough to even muster speech.
"I don't know."
The hand between her legs never relented, soft fingers probing into warm, wet depths. The other hand came up to cup her breast. Then, she felt lips, and tongue working over her nipple.
Roxys gasped, and squirmed, her senses on fire.
"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Roxy you will call me Mistress. Am I clear?"
She nodded, and bucked her hips slightly, feeling the fingers surge into her deeper.
She gasped as the kisses trailed lower, and she could feel her Mistress's tongue working over her soft skin. The other woman pressed her body tightly against hers and slowly squirmed lower, positioning herself between Roxy's legs, now spread and held in place by the bindings.
Roxy's eyes were filled with lust, and the heady feeling of power, as she looked up at the beautiful woman held captive and in her thrall. The heavenly scent of her arousal filled her nose, and then mouth started to water. Her fingers were still inside her slave, and Alaera could feel how tight and aroused she was.
"You are mine to do with as I please, roxy Do you understand me?"
Yes she groaned softly, and nodded. "Yes."
"Yes?" Alaera asked in an emphatic tone.
"Yes, Mistress."
Alaera smiled, and rewarded her slave with a slow, trailing kiss over the inside of her thigh that caused the bound Latin woman to squirm. Then, she reached under the sheepskin, and found an item she had hidden there earlier. Long, silvery-purple and bearing a slight curve, the phallus was large enough that Alaera was concerned she might hurt her if she wasn't careful. She slowly removed her fingers, leaving Roxy squirming and whimpering.
"What, baby? Do you want something?"
