show opened and if she went Chained she’d have to stay until two in
the morning to make the drive worth it.
Sighing she reminded herself that
she hadn’t wanted to run into Mr. Grouchy again anyway. Right?
“More from the waist, Nicole,
right now you’re punching from your shoulder, you need to get your whole body
into it.”
Maybe it was best she couldn’t go
on Saturday again, she mused as she watched Grace attack the pads Bridget was
holding with renewed fervor. If the same Doms were there then maybe she could
consider it fate and force herself to tell the truth. If she didn’t then she’d
know that she should just keep with her original plan of moving on to
Stronghold. Leaving it up to fate, as it were.
**********
Friday night at Chained wasn't as
bad as last Saturday night. It was worse. There were no major interruptions
to the evening, thank goodness, the Dungeon Monitors didn't need to do anything
than walk around and keep an eye on things, but none of the group she'd met
last Saturday were there either. She wandered around and watched the
various scenes, even met a few other Doms and Dommes who were very nice
although none of them were as friendly as Chris, Andrew, Rick and Mr. Grouchy.
As she explored she found herself feeling disappointed rather than
interested. Bored rather than intrigued. The only big difference
between this week and last week was that there was no Mr. Grouchy. She
found herself sitting back at the table she'd sat at with him last week when
everything had seemed shiny and new, despite the gaudiness of the club, and
thinking about Adam. Master Adam .
It took an interruption from the
cute submissive who had been so eager to get her a drink last week to bring her
back to her senses. She was feeling pretty comfortable here, even though
it was only her second visit. The atmosphere and the people appealed to
her. But what had really intrigued her last week were the men that she had
met. And, truth be told, she'd rather latched onto Adam. Even if he
wasn't her type. Other than being far too sexy and obviously very
dominant. It was probably a good thing he wasn't really her type or she'd
be more interested in coming here than in going to Stronghold, and the hour
long drive just to get to a club really sucked when she knew there was one a
lot closer to home.
Looking around the club, Angel
decided that there was currently nothing for her here. Being in the club
just made her want to shed the Domme persona she was hiding behind and be who
she truly was. She felt like she could be brave enough to do that
now. Especially if she went on a Thursday. Stronghold was open five
nights a week, three of them for BDSM. The other two nights were devoted
to swinging and fantasy play. She'd heard a lot about the incredible
fantasy rooms that they had there, pretty much anything you could desire for
roleplaying. Chained didn't have that at all, everything was pretty much just
in this one room. Maybe eventually they'd be successful enough for renovations
and they could upgrade. Not that she'd be sticking around for it. Way too far
away from home.
With one last regretful sigh,
Angel glanced at the clock on the wall and headed for the door, trying not to
feel like she'd wasted gas by coming down here. Maybe she wouldn't be back. Maybe
she should just go straight to Stronghold next weekend and get what she'd been
looking for. Well she couldn't go next weekend. Or the weekend after
that. She had dress rehearsal Thursday nights and then shows on the
weekends. So after closing night of her show, then she'd go get what she
really needed.
******
The benefit dinner was actually
rather nice. Not only did Angel get to dress up in her favorite red silk
floor length dress that she hardly ever got to wear, but she got to spend some
time with Leigh, eat good food, and her date, Owen Michaels, was very charming
and fun. They were having a
the morning to make the drive worth it.
Sighing she reminded herself that
she hadn’t wanted to run into Mr. Grouchy again anyway. Right?
“More from the waist, Nicole,
right now you’re punching from your shoulder, you need to get your whole body
into it.”
Maybe it was best she couldn’t go
on Saturday again, she mused as she watched Grace attack the pads Bridget was
holding with renewed fervor. If the same Doms were there then maybe she could
consider it fate and force herself to tell the truth. If she didn’t then she’d
know that she should just keep with her original plan of moving on to
Stronghold. Leaving it up to fate, as it were.
**********
Friday night at Chained wasn't as
bad as last Saturday night. It was worse. There were no major interruptions
to the evening, thank goodness, the Dungeon Monitors didn't need to do anything
than walk around and keep an eye on things, but none of the group she'd met
last Saturday were there either. She wandered around and watched the
various scenes, even met a few other Doms and Dommes who were very nice
although none of them were as friendly as Chris, Andrew, Rick and Mr. Grouchy.
As she explored she found herself feeling disappointed rather than
interested. Bored rather than intrigued. The only big difference
between this week and last week was that there was no Mr. Grouchy. She
found herself sitting back at the table she'd sat at with him last week when
everything had seemed shiny and new, despite the gaudiness of the club, and
thinking about Adam. Master Adam .
It took an interruption from the
cute submissive who had been so eager to get her a drink last week to bring her
back to her senses. She was feeling pretty comfortable here, even though
it was only her second visit. The atmosphere and the people appealed to
her. But what had really intrigued her last week were the men that she had
met. And, truth be told, she'd rather latched onto Adam. Even if he
wasn't her type. Other than being far too sexy and obviously very
dominant. It was probably a good thing he wasn't really her type or she'd
be more interested in coming here than in going to Stronghold, and the hour
long drive just to get to a club really sucked when she knew there was one a
lot closer to home.
Looking around the club, Angel
decided that there was currently nothing for her here. Being in the club
just made her want to shed the Domme persona she was hiding behind and be who
she truly was. She felt like she could be brave enough to do that
now. Especially if she went on a Thursday. Stronghold was open five
nights a week, three of them for BDSM. The other two nights were devoted
to swinging and fantasy play. She'd heard a lot about the incredible
fantasy rooms that they had there, pretty much anything you could desire for
roleplaying. Chained didn't have that at all, everything was pretty much just
in this one room. Maybe eventually they'd be successful enough for renovations
and they could upgrade. Not that she'd be sticking around for it. Way too far
away from home.
With one last regretful sigh,
Angel glanced at the clock on the wall and headed for the door, trying not to
feel like she'd wasted gas by coming down here. Maybe she wouldn't be back. Maybe
she should just go straight to Stronghold next weekend and get what she'd been
looking for. Well she couldn't go next weekend. Or the weekend after
that. She had dress rehearsal Thursday nights and then shows on the
weekends. So after closing night of her show, then she'd go get what she
really needed.
******
The benefit dinner was actually
rather nice. Not only did Angel get to dress up in her favorite red silk
floor length dress that she hardly ever got to wear, but she got to spend some
time with Leigh, eat good food, and her date, Owen Michaels, was very charming
and fun. They were having a
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