The Secret Meeting My Friend Took Me To

That morning the phone rang, and it was Damián, a friend I cared about a lot and whom I hadn’t seen in far too long. He was inviting me to a party. I hesitated for a couple of minutes because I had a backlog of unfinished things, so I told him I’d think about it and confirm later.

The truth was that I’d been coming off a few tense days, the kind that leave your body charged and your head buzzing. I needed to clear my mind. I called him back and we agreed he’d pick me up in the afternoon.

I was excited to see him again. Since our last mischief together, several years had passed, and just remembering it turned me on. I’d gone weeks without sex, so I got hot fast. My panties were already wet long before he arrived.

There were minutes left before he was due to ring the bell, and I didn’t want to waste them. Lying on the bed, I played with myself until my legs began to shake. But it still wasn’t enough: I needed something inside me. With my thighs still wet, I put my underwear back on and checked my phone. Damián was already downstairs, waiting for me.

I wiped myself with a damp cloth to erase any trace, grabbed my bag, and went downstairs calmer. He greeted me in a frenzy, with a huge smile. It was obvious he remembered our last encounter too, and that made me happy.

We chatted about trivial things during the drive, but the signs were unmistakable. He caressed my legs under my dress and, from time to time, his fingers ventured into my neckline. My mind busied itself imagining what we might do. What I didn’t know was that my plans and his were nothing alike.

The original message had only mentioned a “meeting.” I should have asked what kind of meeting it was before agreeing, but I was already there, and backing out wasn’t an option. Damián drove in focused, serious, and I stayed there like an idiot, staring at his profile.

Near Centeno station there was a run-down hotel, notorious in certain circles. I was surprised when he headed toward the place’s parking lot. He could still read my expressions, because he looked amused when he saw my bewildered face.

—You’re going to have fun —he whispered in my ear, biting my earlobe.

He knew perfectly well how my skin prickled when I felt his breath.

We got out of the car and looked for the stairs, because of course there was no elevator. As we went up, he stared shamelessly at my ass and slipped his hand under my skirt. We saw that a few cars were starting to pull into the parking lot. Damián told me the meeting was about to begin and, without stopping kneading my ass, he hurried me along.

In the lobby he checked in for the “event” and for the room. He gave me the room key, handed me his backpack, and told me to put on what was inside. Curiosity got the better of me and I tried to open it.

—No —he cut me off sharply.

I hadn’t known that side of him, and it left me stunned. He told me again to put on what was in the bag, and this time I went straight to look for the room.

***

The room confirmed my suspicions. The carpet was stained with years of buildup and felt damp under my feet. The walls were peeling at the corners. I went into the bathroom with the idea of washing off the sweat, but I immediately changed my mind and wiped myself only a little.

I opened the backpack anxiously. Inside there was a black leather bodysuit, a pair of fishnet stockings with garters to the thigh, and a lace blindfold that would cover half my face. Since I had come wearing high-heeled knee-high boots, the outfit was almost perfect. Feeling the texture of the garment against my skin, I started getting wet again. Only then did I understand what kind of “meeting” this was and what might be waiting for me.

Damián came in a few minutes later and stopped in the doorway to look at me. He walked slowly around the bed to see me from every angle. A smack on my ass made me jump; unlike other times, this one wasn’t measured, and I felt the sting on my skin. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my shoulders.

—Seeing you like this turns me on —he told me in my ear.

His right hand slid to my crotch, just to check the moisture that was already spreading. A moan escaped my throat when I felt the hardness of his erection against me.

He shoved me onto the bed, leaving my ass up, and stayed there looking between my legs. A direct blow with his open palm made me moan and bite my lips. Then he took my hands, brought them behind my back, and immobilized them with a pair of leather wrist cuffs. The touch of the cold leather on my burning skin struck me as tremendously erotic. Every fiber of my body was screaming for him to fuck me right then and there, but he kept up the game of heating me up, brushing against me just enough to leave me wetter and begging.

He put a leather collar with a chain on me, like a bitch in heat, and led me to the lounge where the guests were already beginning to gather. There were small tables with chairs arranged around a little dance floor, and a bar at the back. Everything was simple, nothing extraordinary. A neighboring room caught my eye, dark and shut up, and I felt curious to look inside, but Damián tugged the chain and led me to a table. He ordered a drink for himself; I couldn’t hold any glass with my hands tied behind my back.

***

He took a long swallow and got to his feet again. He paraded me around the room by the leash, showing me off to people. There were lush girls swaddled in leather, dominating their submissives, and masters showing off their submissives, offering them up almost like merchandise, purely for the thrill of watching them obey. I was just another one, led on a leash by a man who hadn’t even asked my permission to make me his submissive.

The air was thick with the smell of sex. Little by little I began to see it as something natural, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world to be in a room where spanking and moans were going on. As we walked along, there was no shortage of a hand on my ass or a pinch from some stranger. And, to my surprise, it didn’t bother me.

We stopped in front of a domme who was flogging her submissive with a long-stranded whip. He was moaning and, between each blow, repeating “thank you, mistress.” She was wearing a red latex suit with black details, and her stiletto boots hugged her legs perfectly. The image sent a pleasant shiver through me. She looked sensual, with her black mane spread across her back and arousal painted on her face.

Seeing me standing there, she stroked my breasts with the whip’s straps and then trapped one of my nipples between her long nails. My skin prickled instantly.

Damián ordered me to wait for him on my knees, in a submissive position, while he talked with her, whom I later learned they called Mistress Selene. They looked at me from time to time, but my attention was on her legs, her firm breasts, her pale skin. I knew nothing about being submissive, so I can’t be blamed for staring at her shamelessly, right in the eyes. As soon as our gazes met, she came closer, lifted my chin, and slapped me. Damián explained to her that I still wasn’t “trained,” that this was my first time in that world and I needed to learn.

***

I don’t remember exactly how things unfolded, so I’ll jump ahead a bit to what happened a couple of hours later. In the middle of the lounge they’d placed a bench. My feet and hands were tied to its legs, completely exposed. I was gagged and could feel the sting spread across my legs, ass, and back. Something filled one of my holes while something else stimulated my clit without pause. I tried to say enough, but the gag prevented it and a thread of saliva leaked out without my being able to stop it.

I was offered to anyone who wanted to enjoy my body. At some point they removed the gag and I started getting it from all sides. Lost in the sensation, all I could do was say thank you. How easy it was to stop thinking and just feel.

I caught a glimpse of Damián sitting at the table we’d occupied earlier. He was touching himself while watching me, and at his feet was another submissive who would occasionally stick out her tongue to lick him. He caressed her breasts and patted her on the head for behaving well. He smiled at me and nodded, as if to tell me I was doing well.

Mistress Selene reappeared with her long, firm legs —the only thing I could see from my position—. She looked at me, said I was a mess, and ordered everyone to move back a little. She started untying me. Finally, I thought, exhausted and with my legs on the verge of cramping. But my relief didn’t last long: she was only changing my position. Now she tied me in a star shape, with my cunt exposed.

***

They brought in a pair of girls, just like me, with their hands behind their backs and being led by a chain. The first one was arranged between my legs, her mouth right at my sex. She knew what was expected of her and started licking. I was panting, moaning, screaming. I wanted to close my legs because the excess stimulation was starting to hurt, but I couldn’t move.

To shut me up, they seated the second girl on my face. They’d put a ring in my mouth that prevented me from closing it, and she moved against me, forcing me to pleasure her. She covered my nose and I felt suffocated; I tried to turn my head in search of air, but Mistress Selene held me tightly by the hair. A third mouth, whose owner I couldn’t make out, licked and bit my nipples. They were taking me to the edge and I was about to blow apart like never before.

Everything stopped again at Selene’s command: she wanted to take part too. I was tired, but I wanted to taste her. She had me hypnotized with her sensuality. She settled over me and inserted a small vibrating bullet. When she pressed the button, a delicious tingling ran through me while her tongue traced circles over me. She was skilled, and it didn’t take her long to draw sighs from me.

To thank her, I brought my mouth to her sex, inhaling her sweet scent, and started teasing the tip of my tongue over her swollen clit. She rocked her hips over my face. I wanted to bury my mouth deeper in her, but the restraints wouldn’t let me. Even so, she enjoyed herself, and her fingers explored between my legs while I writhed and moaned.

Suddenly the numbness arrived. A buzzing in my ears, lights exploding in front of my eyes, and I surrendered to the sensation. The contractions came in waves, one after another. Selene was working the vibrator, knowing exactly what I was feeling. Damián was enjoying it too; he came over my face and then leaned in to kiss me, mixing in what was left of Selene’s taste.

The show was over. The curious ones went back to their tables in search of a drink. I let myself drift into a drowsy haze. I could still feel a hand touching me from time to time, but I didn’t care anymore.

***

I lost track of time. We got out of there almost at dawn. Damián had stopped me from taking a shower before we left, so I was covered in sweat; the smell of sex could be detected from miles away, and that turned him on. On the way home we barely spoke. I think we both needed to sort through our thoughts.

Before we got there, he stopped at a shop and ordered two coffees.

—Tell me, did you like it? But tell me the truth —he asked, in the tone of someone asking whether you prefer blue or yellow.

I laughed at his boldness, but I answered:

—You know I did. I loved it.

He looked at me for a long time before going on.

—So, are you going to accept?

—Accept what, exactly? —I asked, more to keep talking than out of doubt.

—Are you going to accept being my submissive?

I didn’t hesitate. I knew it from the room in that hotel.

—Yes. I’m going to be your submissive.