"Carly, I got one!" Petra gushed, rushing into the dorm room they shared.
"Got one what?" Carly replied. She was half asleep, recovering from her last college final of the year, which marked the end of her one year study abroad program in Bucharest.
"A free ticket to Club Pericol," Petra exclaimed. "We've talked about it endlessly, and they are having a recruitment party tonight."
"Well have fun," Carly responded. "I know how you love those bondage parties."
Carly and Petra had often talked about the club. Petra had attended a few of their recruitment parties that were held every three or four months. It was the only time the private club was open to the public and Petra had extolled the exciting experiences she had at the club. You were never sure whether you would be cast as a master or slave for the night. Petra had experience at both and was equally excited at both options.
"I can't go," Petra explained. "I have a job interview this evening. So the ticket is yours. You know how expensive these are normally."
"I don't think so," Carly balked, even though Petra's stories did sound erotically fun and exciting.
"Nonsense," Petra said sternly. "You return to California next week and you can't leave Romania without experiencing one of our best kept secrets. You would regret missing out on this for the rest of your life."
Carly knew Petra was right. They had talked about the club at length and it did sound exciting. The thought of leading another person around by a leash and ordering them about was exciting to Carly. She had even researched it a little on the Internet, and it really got her off. But she dreaded the thought of being a submissive, obeying a stranger's commands for the entire night. The club had limits and protections in place, so there was really no risk of doing anything beyond your limits. Besides, she was heading home to America in a few days and would never see any of these people ever again. But the submissive role still scared her away.
"I just can't see myself playing a slave, even for a night," Carly insisted, after serious consideration.
"Well, because I like you, and really want you to experience the club," Petra started, "I will give you a clue. The part of the club I will send you to has fifty-fifty odds whether you end up as a dominant or slave. If you really want to control your destiny, I can make sure you get to play master for the night."
"I don't know, Petra," Carly replied, without conviction. Petra's promise made the club sound that much more enticing.
"I won't take no for an answer," Petra replied, knowing she had convinced her roommate of the past year to take the plunge. "Let's go pick out something awesome for you to wear."
Carly rolled her eyes. "What did I get myself into?" she said, following her roommate into her bedroom.
***
"You just don't have the right outfit," Petra complained, looking for something sexy to show off Carly's 5-foot 3-inch frame, perfect ass, C cup breasts, and jet black hair. "Wait here."
"There's nothing wrong with my clothes," Carly protested, as Petra ran out of the room.
"Here, you're my size," Petra stated, returning to the room with one of her own outfits. "No matter what, you have to be the sexiest female in the club tonight. You will be the hottest dom in the club."
Carly held up the black mini skirt and black lace top. "You can see right through this top," Carly exclaimed, embarrassed just to be holding the outfit.
"You'll have a bra on underneath," comforted Petra. "Don't worry."
Carly looked at the tiny bra and virtually nonexistent g-string. "This will barely cover my nipples," she stated, her face turning red at the thought of wearing such items.
"You'll look great," Petra insisted. "The bra will highlight your cleavage, while the g-string will barely be visible." Petra gave Carly a supportive hug and knew she had won the argument.
"You have to make me one promise though," said Petra.
"What's that?" Carly replied.
"This is your one trip to this club and you have to take in the entire experience," Petra warned. "No chickening out. You have to let yourself go. You will always regret it if you don't go all out tonight. You have to completely buy into the role play to get the most out of the experience."
Carly rolled her eyes again. "Okay," she sighed. "What am I getting myself into?" she added with a laugh, glad she didn't have to worry about someone else being in control of her at the club. Carly couldn't see Petra in that role either, despite the stories Petra had told her.
"Come on, let's get you ready," Petra said, determined to send Carly off looking just right.
***
"You look fantastic," Petra said honestly. "That dress shows off your sexy legs perfectly. And I love your cleavage. What slave wouldn't want to worship you tonight?"
"Are you sure about this?" Carly questioned. "I am getting nervous about going to the club alone."
"Don't worry," Petra reassured her friend. "When you get there the club will have you sign an agreement that will protect you from anything bad happening. They take care of everything. I can usually only get one free ticket and have to go alone. I've never had any problems, as a master or as a slave."
"Okay," Carly replied, tentatively.
"Now once you get in, you'll see a few different stations," Petra explained to the rookie. "Don't bother with those, as they're kind of boring. The fun is in the slave drawing. You'll see the guests who have either volunteered to be a slave for the night, or have lost in the drawing and have been assigned the slave role. Pick which of the slave candidates you want to own for the night, draw a black marble out of the box, and they are yours. Draw a white marble, and you will join the slaves on stage until someone picks a black marble and picks you."
"God, this makes me nervous," Carly stammered.
"This is what you need to remember," Petra started, " The black marbles are ever so slightly larger than the white. When I drew, I just took my chances because it is equally as fun to be a dom as it is to be a sub. But if you want to control your destiny, draw the larger marble. If you want to live dangerously, just pick the first marble you grab."
"Oh, trust me," Carly said, with a small sigh of relief, "I will be drawing the larger, black marble tonight."
"Come on, we need to go," Petra said. "I'll drop you off on the way to my interview. Just call me when you are done and I will pick you up."
"Alright," Carly replied. Her heart was beating quickly and her mind was racing. She realized the thought of dominating another person at the club activated an unknown craving within her, and now that the time was at hand, she was more excited than ever.
***
Carly signed the waiver as she entered the club and was surprised at its length. She guessed it covered everything so both she and the club would be protected under any circumstance. She knew the agreement provided protections for slaves so things wouldn't get out of hand, and she wasn't concerned since she would be playing the role of master. Carly checked her purse and phone and went in. The club wasn't crowded, but there were several people arriving. Some stopped to try out some of the dungeon apparatus that were on display, such as the pillory or the rack. But remembering Petra's advice, Carly moved on looking for the slave drawing.
It didn't take long to find the object of her search. On stage were five people; two men and three women. Their hands were in handcuffs that were attached to hooks above their heads. Around their necks were collars with leashes attached, presumably ready for a drawing winner to use to lead them to one of the play rooms that were available. Seeing these people on display for her to choose from made Carly's heart race with excitement.
One of the men was older, but the other was about her age. She imagined him on his knees, stripped to his underwear, kissing her feet. Then she looked at the women. Two of them were younger, and she thought they might be easier to dominate for her first time than a man. She narrowed her choices down to the boy or a petite, blonde girl with small tits. She decided to pick the marble and get a closer look before deciding which slave to pick.
"Would you like to give the game a try, miss?" the man running the station asked, as if he were a carnie at the fair peddling trips through the house of mirrors.
"I was told this is the place to be," Carly replied.
"You got some good advice," he replied, presenting Carly with a wooden box with a covered opening. "Just reach in and select your fate for the night. a fifty-fifty proposition. Black and it's your choice. White and you get to join these slaves on stage."
Carly didn't mention that Petra had given her a secret on how to select a black marble. "Here goes nothing," she said, sticking her hand confidently into the box, and feeling around for a black marble.
Shit, they all feel the same, Carly thought to herself as she felt the marbles over and over.
"Any day now," the man said, growing impatient at Carly's inability to pick a marble.
Carly felt a hot flash, and a few beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, as she fumbled around in the box. She came across a marble that seemed like it might be a bit bigger than the others, and wrapped her hand around it. With a deep breath she pulled her hand out of the box and looked at her fist.
"Well, let's see what the game has in store for you tonight," the carnie ordered.
