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Givin' In
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Givin' In What A Place chapter one I'll never forget the time I experienced my first genuine Dominatress. I don't remember what city I was visiting ten years ago, but do remember the fantastic 24 hours with Mistress Amber, at the club Allure. It was late spring, the weather was perfect. The sweet smell of blossoms, flowers, and of new life, breezed through the air. It was Friday evening, with nothing to do, or go the next day, with only a few hundred miles to drive to my next destination by Wednesday. I had three days of rare free time to savor. I intended to do just that. I excused myself from my troupe of co-entertainers, telling them I need some me time, for a few days. Do Not Disturb, unless it's an emergency. I perused through the local telephone book researching for a club or two to explore. Fate halted me while still in the A's. The advertizement read. FOR YOUR EXPLORATION NEEDS FOR THE CURIOUS AND UNSURE FOR SHARING YOUR PASSIONS FOR DRINKS, DANCE, MORE CLUB ALLURE Along with the phone number and address. I couldn't think of a more perfect place to check out. I found more then I bargained for, to my thankful, surprise. I got dressed for going out, called a taxi, and began what was to be one of the most exciting twenty-four hours of my sex life, hell my entire life. I took a cab to the address in the phone book. The cab driver told me to have fun, as I payed him. There was no lack of flash and style to the front of the club. There were neon lights tastefully crawling across the contours of the classic architecture of the old converted theater. The marque displayed the name of the entertainment that night, future bands and such, had posters mounted where movie posters used to grace the exterior wall. The payment booth was still in operation, with a fancy, 6ft, iron fence leading to the money taker with a turnstile. A rather large, well dressed man stood guard at the door, greeting you as you enter. An attractive woman sits just inside the entrance, to stamp the back of your hand. She wishes you to find who or what you're looking for. There is a coat check/ souvenir shop in the lobby where the concession stand used to be. The only snack left was free bags of popcorn. A good idea to help absorb the ingested alcohol. Inside, most of the seats were gone, with most of the floor being level. Tables surrounded the room, the DJ was on stage, with a huge dance floor. All manner of lights flashed from the balcony. Long draping lengths of cloth floated near the ceiling. The bar area, was in the orchestra pit. Waitstaff traced back and forth along the tables framing the dance floor. No seedy corners, or dingy decor. This place rocked. I made my way to the bar, ordered a drink while I waited for a seat to be vacated. It didn't take long until someone moved away from the bar, leaving me an empty seat where I could observe the crowd. I love to watch people. The bar area, bless the owners, was a smoking zone. I lit up and enjoyed my view. The variety of people here was very diverse. All persuasions were well represented. There were obvious and subtle cross dressers, Doms and Subs, uni-sexuals of all types, and even some mundanes (straights). Half way through my second drink, after fending off several unwanted passes, the bartender delivered another drink. She told me somebody bought it for me, and pointed to a small table beside the bar where an attractive woman sat, with an empty seat next to her. She smiled, raising her drink, I returned the gesture. She tapped her hand on her table in a come sit here motion and held up her cigarette. Good, I thought, I could still smoke there too. I tipped the barista and made my way toward my fan. As I approached, her image became clearer. I could see most of her because of the position of her chair, along with the way she presented herself. I walked up to her, taking in a side view of her outfit. Beginning at her feet ending at her hair, I checked her out. She wore some kind of high heels, barely visible because of the shadows. I could see what I assumed to be skin tight latex or leather shorts, then as my gaze worked it's way up her body, she sported a bustier, barely confining her ample boobs. Her pale skin was a strong contrast compared to her dark colored clothing. Her forearms were covered by leather gauntlets that came up to her wrists and covering the backs of her hands, tapering then ending at a metal ring on her middle of each hand. A long dark fingernail graced each bare finger, no jewelery. Dark lips, dark eye shadow, with a dark long shag hairstyle, completed my view. Oh, yeah, she was attractive, about an 8.5 or 9.0. As I sat next to her I could see the color of her wardrobe. It was all royal blue, including her hair and make-up. She pulled it off elegantly. She held out her hand, introducing herself as Amber. I graciously shook her hand, telling her my name. We small talked, getting to know a bit about each other, over a couple of more drinks. Then she asked if I'd like to share some Absinth with her. Up 'til then I'd never tried it, so was game for the change. When the scantily dressed male waiter came by, she ordered two Proper Absinth. It took about 15 minutes for him to get back to us. He arrived with a contraption, some sugar cubes, and two small metal strainer looking things, and two double shot glasses. I watched in amazement as he began what turned out to be almost a ritual. He placed a glass before each of us, then suspended the fancy strainer things over each glass, and gently lay one sugar cube upon each. The other object looked like a glass dispenser of some sort. Standing about a foot tall it was the shape of a medicine capsule with a funnel at the top, and two glass faucets at the bottom. There was a tube of glass winding it's way from the top funnel to end at the bottom, splitting and exiting through the two little faucets. The rest of the inside of the container was crammed full of shaved ice. He placed our glasses below each faucet, then like a true professional, he pored the green Absinth into the funnel. The green liquid made it's way slowly, down through the tube. He turned the valves on the faucets, allowing the nectar to drip over the sugar cubes, then into each glass. There was just enough to fill both 2once glasses almost to the rim. He then wished us well, collected all but our glasses, then vanished into the distance. Amber lifted her glass in a toast and said, “To our future.” I raised my glass and repeated her toast, not knowing or expecting what the next twenty-four hours would bring. next What You Don't Know Can Hurt You good sex is good sex. it doesn't matter where it comes from.[/COLOR |
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Good start, Serina... looking forward to part 2. 
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