shay
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...Step into Reality...
Pulling into the parking lot, I nearly shifted into reverse and went back home. Who was I kidding? I would never fit in. I was too weird. I dreamed strange dreams, imagining myself in the most impossible of positions. Still, I thought I looked pretty good. I'd gone and had my hair fixed. My large frame was hugged in the black leather my son had convinced me to buy and I had only dreamed of wearing.
I had been assured that fetish wear was encouraged so taking a deep breath; I stepped out of my blazer, pulled down the short mini-skirt and started making my way towards the address I had been given. Each step in my ankle high boots seemed to take forever. My heart began to race as I heard my name being called. I was surely in the right place. No one knew me in North Carolina, other than the One who had brought me here, the One who had deserted me three weeks before.
But - but- Who was this man talking to me, dressed in a hawaiian shirt and bermuda shorts? I must have zoned out as my green eyes took in the crowd He was leading me into. The nice couple with the brand new baby, the man with the kind eyes and jovial laughter. And HE, the One dressed in all black, sitting off to the side yet seemingly in the middle of it all.
Introductions made, I slowly came back to my senses, feeling so out of place, yet so at home. I shared a bit of myself, not much, just enough to stave off their curiosity about me. I held the baby and talked to the woman. I walked around listening to the various conversations, feeling drawn again and again towards the Man in black. The hot sultry night kept moving me out the doors to the small patio where He sat.
The man with the laughter latched onto me, drawing me away from the group. We sat and talked for a bit and he kissed me. What a warm feeling rushed over me. I WAS accepted. I did feel a bit uncomfortable for I truly didn't know this man, and something just didn't feel right. So, finally, I persuaded him to accompany me back to the apartment.
Reaching the patio, I noted the Man in black was no longer there. No one was. With a possessive hand on my shoulder, the laughing man guided me inside. My green eyes MUST have widened and I am sure my jaw dropped. There before me was a rack, something I had only dreamed about. People were lounging around - - Men dressed in black leather, women in various stages of undress.
A beautiful flogger was being passed from one person to another. The man in black sitting back, His dark eyes shining as others admired His handiwork. Dare I touch it when it came my turn? This instrument previously only found in my dreams? Suddenly, almost magically it was in my hands. The smell of the leather teasing my nose as the strips moved through my fingers. I hadn't awoke to find this all a dream. This was real, I was here!!
I had come to watch, to learn, hoping to make friends in this strange place. The girl with the baby returned, looking ravishing in her negligee`, sans baby, and sat down beside me. Her return comforted me and as her words penetrated my mind, my heart began to race once more. She was fixing to be flogged, on the cross, by the Man in black. Would I like to watch? The cross. The CROSS!!! Surely not St. Andrew's cross, the one I had only seen in pictures on line and in my dreams.
I rose and followed her up the carpeted stairs, music hauntingly reaching out to me as she opened the door. I closed my eyes, thinking, "please, if this is a dream, don't let me wake up." Slowly I stepped into the room and gasped. There IT was, no longer in my dreams but right before my eyes. I slipped into a quiet corner and watched the Man in black begin taking wonderful toys from His bag.
My new friend stepped with assurance upon the cross and He expertly secured her to it. As if her wrists were my own, my mind felt the leather cuffs. I watched in fascination, as my dreams became reality. The music flowed through my soul as I watched Him flog in tune with it. If any words were spoken, I don’t recall them.
Later, she asked me if I was going to try it. My heart leapt, could I? Dare I? But no, it was too soon, I had nothing to wear. He, the Man in black, surely had better things to do with His time. Still the thought lingered. Hot aching need to experience what my new friend had racing through my veins.
I carefully watched the Man in black. I saw the warmth in His eyes, the way He spoke of this lifestyle with such care. My dream was His reality. Cautiously, timidly, I approached Him. A short bit later, I, naked and trembling, took my first step onto the cross. My first step into reality.
~*~THE END~*~
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