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you had never done something so wild before, but here you were; crossing through dark alleys, looking for a secret entrance.
the girl you had been seeing the last few months was so lovely.. she treated you well and respected you, taking care of you in ways no one ever had before. though you hadn't known her long, you thought she might be the one. her name was blaire and she was your gothic dream. she loved to wear thick, dark eye makeup and she kept her nails long and sharp, usually painted black or red.
when you met, you thought she was beyond out of your league. sure, you had a few emo band shirts here and there, but she was all in- the fashion, the hair, the personality- all incredibly goth. you were more of a "flannel and t-shirt" kinda dyke, not one to dress up often. still, she took a liking to you, finding your humor and attitude charming. the two of you made a unique pairing, but fit together in ways unseen by the others. she was tall, usually elevated even further by her love for platform shoes, and this suited your shorter height well. she liked staying in just as much as you did and though she didn't mind cleaning, she wasn't great at cooking, which was perfect, since you loved to cook for others.
last month, blaire had approached you, nervous to talk. after reassuring her, she smiled and her nose crinkled, moving the bridge piercing that sat beneath her eyebrows. she batted her eyes as she searched for the right words, eventually, grabbing your hand in hers.
"baby? is everything okay?" you asked, obviously nervous. she giggled, embarrassed with herself.
"yes, haha, everything is fine," she answered, kissing you.
"i just.. i've been thinking and there's something i wanted to talk about with you."
her laughter eased you and her eyes looked a little more calm then. your heart pounded as she stumbled over herself, trying to get the words out.
"i love everything about you; your humor, your questionable taste in music, your hands and how they feel on my body. i love kissing you and teasing you and i love
fucking your brains out and i was wondering if you'd be open a little something more.."
your chest relaxed and you raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"oh, yeah? and what's that?" you asked, wondering what she could mean.
she giggled, avoiding eye contact as she sat with her hands between her legs, pushing her tits out for you. they looked extraordinary right now, plump and voluptuous underneath the black and red laced up top she wore.
"well... you talk about how much you like to watch me while i please you.. so i was wondering.." she trailed off, unsure if she should finish the sentence.
"you were wondering...?"
growing flustered, blaire gathered herself and took a deep breath.
"i really like you and i like watching you get off and i have a bunch of goth friends at a bdsm club that i think would like watching it just as much as i do and i want to take you there and show you off and make you squirm for them."
she spoke so fast your brain took a moment to catch up and understand what she was talking about.
a bdsm club? you'd never even been to one, but you'd dreamed of it since you met her. blaire had introduced you to bdsm, showing you how many different kinks there actually were. she'd shown you some of her own before, like the time she ran ice down your body only to drop hot candle wax onto you just after. the sensation had been unreal, unlocking new, wondrous feelings that you'd think about for weeks to come. then she'd shown you how skilled she could be with rope and a knife, a skill set you hadn't necessarily been eager to see firsthand. blaire had been understanding and comforted you about it, never making you feel pressured. so as time went on, you did some research and grew more and more interested in knife play and bondage, learning what you could. eventually, you approached her about it, excited to see what she'd say.
she was thrilled.
you learned that night that not only do you enjoy the rough feeling of rope on your skin, but you truly loved letting blaire take complete control of you. she restrained your arms and legs to her bedposts, teasing you with a feather and by spraying your face with water. it working you up in a way you'd never experienced before. as your legs twitched against the rope, the skin underneath became raw and you learned that squirming would do you no good, so you tried, unsuccessfully, to stay still.
blaire loved it. she reveled in it. giggling at it.
she praised you when you were still and praised you when you weren't.
black waves of hair cascaded down her face, framing her like a victorian painting. her eyes were a reddish brown, the color so deep you could crawl inside and sink in to.. and recently, she'd gotten a temporary cosmetic procedure that had given her fangs on her canine teeth. in that moment, as she ran her fingers across your thighs, she looked completely vampiric and you were absolutely fine with her drinking you up, as long as she looked at you like that while she did.
instead, she pulled a delicate knife out, the blade shining and petite, no bigger than a switch blade. it was pretty and had a white floral hilt. just the sight of it made you nervous, but you were excited nonetheless. she looked like god holding something so deadly to to your skin, cold blade pressed against you. one slip and you'd be nothing more than a name in the paper. and still, you felt nothing but a calmness and warmth, fully sinking into your trust for her. she didn’t make you bleed that night, just toyed with you and made you gasp. the two of you tried it again a week later, and this time she did draw blood.
that night had surely influenced your decision to agree to tonight's endeavors. you trusted her deeply and seeing how much power she could wield over you made you drool, why couldn't it make others?
unlike knife play or bondage, you had your own interest in voyeurism before you met blaire, fantasizing about being fucked in public on many occasions. you had dreamed of being taken and shown off to other dykes; made into a spectacle as you squirmed and whined. so when she had suggested the club a few weeks ago, you jumped at the chance, buying a new leather chest harness to wear to the event.
the sound of your own footsteps brought you back down to reality. blaire walked ahead of you pulling you along by your wrist through dark alleyways and poorly lit staircases. eventually, she slowed and the black, velvet skirt she wore hung swaying just above her boots, mid shin. turning to face you, her grin wide and teeth sharp, she held your hands in front of you and said,
"we're here. you can tap out at any time, okay? remember your safe words." you nodded and gave her a small smile, suddenly nervous at the prospect of being humiliated. still, you stepped inside behind her as she opened the door.
the smell of incense hit you immediately. a smoky haze came from behind a beaded curtain across the room and you could hear darkwave music droning from somewhere in the building. the walls were a dark red and large, black curtains hung from doorways, pulled up and tied back by different ropes. there was a desk near the curtain and behind it, a woman with white makeup on smiled at you, motioning for the two of you to come over. your heart began to beat harder in this moment as you walked towards her, staring at her black lipstick.
“first timer, huh, babe?”
“mhhm, isn’t she cute?” blaire answered, looking down at you and wrapping her arm around you. the lady behind the counter made a cat scratch motion and pretended to growl before winking and nodding her head towards the curtain. blaire pushed the beads aside and revealed a new world to you.
dozens of women walked around dressed in similar attire as blaire. you felt incredibly out of place in your t-shirt and vans as the eyes of these women turned to stare at you as you made your way through the crowds, guided by blaire’s hand. you pushed the feeling aside and tried to really take it all in. some women danced in cages, latex clinging to their bodies showing you everything and nothing all at once. half-masks covered the top half of their faces and many wore small horns on their head, likely attached to headbands. others sat with their feet propped up on the backs of butches, gags in mouths and blindfolds on. a few hung from the ceiling, ropes wrapped around their bodies in ways that would look like art, with or without them inside.
blaire turned back to look at you, face so pale it was almost glowing against the dark room. her eyes looked especially red in this lighting and her teeth bared at you, pointed and deadly. she flashed you a smile before turning, continuing to make her way through the dark club.
as you crossed the room, an elevated stage came into view. on it sat an empty bed with a black quilted headboard and red silk sheets, a pile of rope hanging off of it. you immediately knew that was your fate and you couldn’t wait to be a good girl for her, regardless of who watched. they deserved to know how dedicated you were, how you would do anything for her.
red lights lined the steps that led up to the bed. you made your way up, following blaire like a leashed animal. she pushed you back onto the bed, your heart pounding in your throat. she could obviously tell you were worked up by now and planted a kiss on your lips to calm you. it… sort of worked. it didn’t completely calm you, but it did refocus you on her. you stared at her walking around you, circling you like a shark. she crawled onto the bed behind you and ran her hands through your hair and into the neckline of your shirt, down your chest. you leaned your head back to look at her and were met with the sight of her cleavage just inches from your face and her caring eyes staring back at you. a fang caught her lip as she bit down on it, excited to get started with you. she got off the bed, facing you again before instructing you to take your clothes off but leave your undergarments on. you gave her a nervous glance but obeyed, remembering that this is why you came. you untied your shoes and slid your pants off your legs before tossing them to the side, landing on one of the pillars that elevated the stage. you felt exposed; a sports bra and boxer briefs the only thing between you and the eyes of several gorgeous women. still, it was as exhilerating as you had hoped it would be. blaire stood in front of you and stared at you, eyes looking down her straight nose as she watched you undress. the hungry look in her eyes made your heart flutter and your cunt twitch.
she pushed you back into the bed and crawled on top of you, kissing your face and neck with delicate, soft lips. her hands explored your body before they reaching for the rope, dragging it across your skin as she did. with expert knowledge, she tied the knots she needed so quickly you almost missed it, and wrapped them around your ankles, securing you to the posts. you laid back and felt the strong hold the rope had on you, reveling in it for a moment before a hand pulled you by the sports up into a sitting position. she kneeled in front of you on the bed. this time, her hands ran down your sides and across your hips before making their way back up to your bra, which she pulled off in one motion. you felt your nipples brush against the fabric as the cool air from the room hit them. several small gasps caused you to look out until the room, remembering you were being expertly watched. before you could react, the feeling of rope wrapping across your wrist pulled you back onto the bed.
in seconds, you were completely restrained. unable to move and subject to whatever blaire wanted. eager to see what was next, you watched as she.. walked away. she walked off stage and left you there, tied up and breathing heavy, all too aware of the eyes focused on you writhing around. several minutes passed before she returned, no longer wearing her jacket. you couldn't see what exactly was in her hands, but you recognized the outline of the little white knife and a pair of scissors.
she teased you. your legs twitched as her teeth dragged across your skin, kissing and biting you as she went. she ran her tongue from the waistband of your boxers all the way to your chest before she puckered your nipples in your lips, causing your head to fall back onto the bed. her skirted knee firmly planted in between your legs as she raised her head to kiss you, to consume you.
she kissed you fiercely. her teeth caught your bottom lip and you cried out as you tasted blood in your mouth. she smiled before kissing you more, her teeth stained red. she nibbled your ear lobes and bit your neck, all the while her leg pressed into your boxers, which were close to soaked through by now. you grinded into her, desperately trying to fuck yourself on her thigh before she pulled away, grabbing the scissors she had brought. you stared down at her in amazement, curious and anxious about what she would do next. cold metal touched your inner thigh as she placed them under your boxers and sliced, opening your underwear so she had full and easy access to your soaking, throbbing cunt. she stared at it for a moment, blowing on it and grazing her fingers across your bush. this drove you nuts and you weren't sure if you could take it anymore; you needed her.
"please, baby," you whispered, hoping she could hear.
"sorry, what was that? i couldn't hear you," she said loudly, obviously wanting you to match her volume. you closed your eyes and begged louder this time,
"i-i need it baby, please fuck me.."
your voice shook but when you opened your eyes again, you saw that a few of the other women from the club had come to watch you from the pillars below you, sitting and waiting to see what would happen to next from just feet away.
"that's better, baby, good girl." her voice was syrupy and sweet and blended into the music playing.
blaire's praise made your body tense against the restraints, which amused her. she was feeling generous tonight and so, without more teasing, she positioned herself in between your legs. the feeling of her teeth nibbling your inner thighs and strangers staring at you made you squirm, your legs fighting against the ropes.
you felt your chest hollow and your brain empty as her tongue connected with your clit and her fingers slipped into you.
"i can't believe you got this wet for me," she said, just loud enough for you to hear.
"oh, *fuck*," you moaned, head falling back.
you could hear patrons giggling and whispering, no doubt discussing how pathetic you looked at this moment.
you felt blaire's mouth crack into a smile against your skin as her tongue explored you, finding all the spots she knew you liked. her fingers curled inside of you, pressing against soft muscle, making you whine.
she used you like a toy, playing with you until she was ready to move on, denying you an orgasm before she did. she pulled back from you and you whimpered, needing more of her. the small hilt of the white knife came into view, though, and you knew you were in for a treat.
cold metal ran up your leg. the sharp tip of the knife dragged from your knee to your hip, leaving a red mark. you looked at blaire with frenzied eyes and tried to silently communicate that you *needed* her. somehow, she seemed to get the message. she drew her knife up to your throat with a quick movement that made onlookers gasp audibly.
she had never done this before, but you didn't feel scared; only stared into her dark eyes, drowning in them. the feeling of her lips on yours pulled you out of the water, but you could still feel the sharp edge of the knife under your chin. you let her kiss you however she pleased, unable to move your head. she pulled away from you and smiled, sharp fangs visible, as her eyes grew with a hunger you had never seen before.
it was bliss. you felt warm and fuzzy, your head spinning. she was enjoying watching your eyes grow wide. you grew dizzy, deep in thought about how much you loved this woman. a dripping sound could now be heard, but you weren't sure if you cared what it was or where it came from.
blaire stood and found a place at the edge of the bed. it was only now that you could see her hands were dark and wet, covered in something.
"you've been so good for me, dear," she said, gently smiling at you.
the warm feeling in your chest began to dissipate, replaced by a frigid numbness. your neck ached as you stared at her and soon, a sticky, warm sensation began to spread across your body, starting at your shoulder. you tried to raise your head to see what it was, unsure of what the feeling could be, but before you could, blaire stepped towards you with her hand outstretched. she pushed your head back onto the bed silently, looking at you with sympathetic eyes now.
confusion bubbled up inside of you as you wondered why she would look at you that way. you tried to open your mouth to ask but suddenly felt too weak. from the corner of your eye, you noticed a dark stain spreading across the bed. the last thing you saw before an inevitable blackness was the face of the woman you'd spent the better half of year with, descending upon you with hungry eyes and bared fangs.
