That One Guy
Perfectly Pleasant Perv
- Joined
- Aug 12, 2021
Ethan in his black leather suit - cut like many of his business suits, just more… leather. It made him stand out as an obvious Dom. Angelica went for leather as well, but somewhat less of it. High heel ankle boots, a tiny pencil skirt, and underbust corset - all over a nylon bodysuit. Combined with the armbinder, collar, and ankle cuffs (which also had a 12 inch chain between them) she… stood out. Clearly a submissive, and clearly his.
Both smiled wide as they entered further into the bondage and fetish convention, taking in the sites, nodding to people they knew, politely thanking those that said how wonderful they looked. It felt like home away from home. The fact that they sponsored a good deal of this event (secretly, not wanting the local fetish community to react differently toward them… or the mundane community running with that news story) helped the comfortable feelings. Ten years ago they honeymooned in Las Vegas - specifically for the bongade convection there. Now…they were building their own nearer to home.
Of course they stood out for more than just how they were dressed. At 54, Ethan Darwish was quite the ‘silver fox’, and obviously of foreign origins as well. Granted, he’d lived in America since he was 7, but his family did come from Jordan.
As for Angelica, she was stunning and turned heads no matter where she went. At 35 she still looked younger than she was, and so most assumed it was some sugar daddy/gold digger situation. Truth was, she was well off on her own, as a highly successful lawyer. Sure, not as loaded as her husband, but in no way hurting. They both brought in a lot, and both supported various charities, and other activities like this one.
It was bondage and fetish that brought them together - and together they supported their scene, enjoyed each other, and others, in a twisted fairytale of a relationship.
Ethan finally turned around and saw who she was talking about - but it couldn’t be right. Just couldn’t… That was the young lady from the coffee shop! The one he’d fantasized about… the one he wished he brought home for them both to Top the young thing and teach her their perverted ways. But the lady Angelica talked about had pink hair. The one he spoke of had blue… now, she had mostly platinum white hair, that either had mild streaks of other colors, or just caught the colors of the room in an…impressive way.
She was captivating…and Ether took a minute to confess it was the same woman. “That’s the same girl I told you about. The one with blue hair… and I wanted to bring home for you and I to Top together. Fuck… I dreamt about her several times… and it was the same girl all this time!” They both laughed at that fact, and took another drink (which involved bending over to reach the straw for Angelica - given she had no free hands).
After stealing glances at the young woman, and about half through their second drink of the evening, they were giving each other ‘the look’ - the pretty blonde spoke first, “We have a room, we’re here, and she’s clearly in a bondage convention… we have to introduce ourselves - at the very least.” Ethan nodded in agreement, and wrapped the leash around his hand over and over, until it tugged his younger bride in fro a fierce kiss. When lips parted, he held her there firmly, a breath away, “Of course my love. I can’t wait to see your face buried between her legs… and so much more.” It may have been a bit cocky - but this is how they played. If the others were willing, so much the better… but if not, they had a great time regardless.
With drinks down, he loosened his grip on the chain, holding just the leather loop of a handle, and led his bound wife over to the table where the young woman stood. She was striking - beautiful, but in an unconventional way. Somewhat gothic… or punk. Or both. She certainly had a style, and made no apologies for it. And, as both had observed, she carried herself well - with an air of confidence that jarred with her youthful look.
Stepping up to the table, Ethan began the conversation, and extended his hand. “Hello, My name is Ethan Darwish, this is my wife Angelica - we could not help but admire you from our table, and noticed that you were alone at yours. It also seems we ran into you, separately, over the last few weeks, and both of us find you quite striking. We were hoping to make your acquaintance, and perhaps… enjoy some of this convention in each other's company.”
Looking around he found the wait staff - they worked in teams - one bound, gagged, and arms locked behind them - much like his wife, but with a serving tray bound to their collar and around their waist. The other would hand off the drinks in a skimpy outfit. Some male/female, some both male, some both women. It really was a welcoming party to all. He flagged one down and accepted three new glasses of champagne from them, and returned his attention to the ladies at the table.