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Later that evening I went to the club “IceFire”. It was club for all the s*x ways you can imagine. I sometimes just watched how others found themselves attracted to something here. Sometimes I found one night-stand for me. Mostly. There were no names, no office positions, no jobs, nothing, just attraction and good time together. And I was tired of searching for a real man for me. Here it was easier for me to find some shallow release. I had some men here with whom I did repeated one-night stands. Just because they were good in s*x.
I started in a bar. The lights were dim. There were only some couples there. No known men already. And I decided to walk around. Maybe find something that would interest me tonight, to remove my depressed condition.
There were rooms for watchers with different motives. Some were full already, bodies mingling. But nothing attracted my attention. And I walked further until my sight catched empty room with equipment for a submissive person. I haven’t been in any of these rooms. But maybe tonight I could do this. Be a submissive woman, not head of the empire.
For one night I could be just some ordinary woman. Anyone but me. No, just me without the business suffix.
Not head of a monstrous business empire. Not in control. Not to scare men of me, or my look, or my decisions. Not the public assumptions of me, but just no one special. Just some woman in the mood to play submissive. To not be in control of everything. At least just for one night. For this night. I needed this. To not be in control of everything and everyone by duty. Release my duties. Have none.
I went forward in a narrow dim tunnel between rooms and went for the doors which were from the other side of the watchers aisle. There stood a man in an “IceFire” uniform.
“I would like to use this room,” I somehow stumbled.
“What are the rules?” He asked emotionlessly.
“What rules? It’s my first time in the room.” I admitted.
“As you are the first person in the room, you can set the rules - how many persons can be let in after you, men, women, can it be watched, can you see the watchers, penetration on not, where etc.? I am here to make your rules come true.”
I thought for a bit. “One man, no violence, safe penetration permitted. Watchers - as the man want’s. And could you please insert me in this device? And I guess let me out after?”
“As you wish.” He opened another door. “For your personal items.”
There was a dressing room with lockers. I took one and placed my dress there, also my lingerie. And found a mask in my locker. I thought it was a sign to use it tonight. So I did. My hair was loose tonight, so it was tricky to secure the mask's silk ropes, but I managed. So I stepped into the pleasure room dressed in confidence and one black face mask with green feather.
Club's assistant fastened me into my choosed device in the room. My hands and feets in chains, which were linked in a common chain system in square form in a size a little bigger than human height. Assistant placed me as I asked with my back to the watchers. I wanted someone to want me just for a form of woman, submissive woman, not my full breasts or something else in front of me.
I waited for a while. I even started to reconsider my actions lately. I standed there as a meat in the market. Waited with anticipation. This waiting for an unknown man to use me turned me on a little. My senses started to become aggravated. And then I heard some rumble in the adjoined room. My heart started to race. I tried to calm down. Breathed in and out for a couple of times. Then everything stilled. Nobody came.
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