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Searching4shadows
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- Joined
- Oct 23, 2016
- Location
- Australia
As the sun started to set over the bustling city, a lone figure looked out from her window. The bright lights and constant energy had always excited her, and tonight seemed to give her the boost she needed. She loved this city. She loved her work. She straightened up and gave the city her trademark smirk, before reaching behind her neck and affixing the gold and ruby encrusted 'rose' pendant. Tonight would be just like any other Saturday night. She'd make sure of it.
~*~*~*~*~
The club known as 'The Garden' was the hottest ticket in town. People lined up for hours just to get in, and the only way to beat the lineup was to be an invited VIP, or be a member of the VIP program; a hefty subscription that no mere mortal could afford. The club itself wasn't any different from any other club in the city. They had the most up to date music, great drinks and amazing atmosphere. But 'The Garden' had one draw factor that the others didn't. And it was this that brought the clubbers screaming back for more.
Saturday nights in particular were not to be missed. The music played and the dance floor pulsed, but only until midnight. When the clock struck midnight the music cut out and the lights turned off, leaving the club pitch black. A hushed silence filled the room, of the expectation that something great was about to happen. A loud clock bell 'gong' would signal the start of the countdown. As the clock continued to toll 12, the lights on the stage would slowly light up in a deep rose red. The smoke machines would give the stage an eery haze. And at the stroke of 12, a large bright flash would light up the whole room, signalling her arrival.
"Hello, my little ones!" Mistress Rose called out to the masses, as they cheered. She stood on the stage in all her grandeur with two shirtless hunks by her side, the leash handles to their collars in her hand. The crowd were always enraptured by her beauty and elegance, and feared her cold and unforgiving personality. She radiated authority and control, and nobody dared defy her. She had become an authority on all things BDSM, and was a big promoter of the lifestyle.
She took a lingering look over the crowd before smirking slightly. "Who's ready to get 'PUNISHED'?"
~*~*~*~*~
Mistress Rose and Punishment Saturdays were what drove people in. With the current 50 shades craze igniting the masses, The Garden had become a casually kinky club. Though an ordinary club in comparison, it catered to vanillas and kinksters alike. Though no 'scenes' or 'sessions' could be encountered by clubbers, four back rooms held the usual kinkster fuckery and could be hired for a nominal charge. The Garden was known as a great place to drink, fondle and dance the night away.
After she had 'punished' some young guy for his bachelor party, and schmoozed the VIPs in the VIP room, Mistress Rose retired to her office. After removing her 'rose' pendant and hanging it on the wall with the others, she took a deep breath, thankful that it was all over. She moved to the bathroom and after removing her Mistress clothes and makeup, she shook out her long brunette hair, removed her brown coloured contact lenses and put her glasses on. She quickly dressed in jeans and a tshirt, tying her hair up in an unassuming ponytail. She knew she was average and plain looking enough to blend into the crowd, and to Rhonda, that was ok.
As Rhonda emerged from the office into the hallway, she came across two young clubbers. "Excuse me, Miss. Have you seen where Mistress Rose went?"
"Sorry guys," Rhonda replied smiling slightly, knowing they'd followed her. "Mistress Rose had to go." Disappointed the two turned and walked back down the hallway.
Rhonda felt an elbow jab her side and looked up and into the stern expressionless face of her office security guard. "'Had to go', indeed..." he said giving her an all-knowing look.
"Goodnight Gus," Rhonda replied winking at him, exiting through the back door and into the night.
Just as Rhonda left the club, the club's coowner could be heard on the phone nearby. "I'm telling you, you've got to come see it. Look, I know you've only just moved to town but...ok...ok good, next Saturday it is then. I'll leave your name at the door..."
~*~*~*~*~
The club known as 'The Garden' was the hottest ticket in town. People lined up for hours just to get in, and the only way to beat the lineup was to be an invited VIP, or be a member of the VIP program; a hefty subscription that no mere mortal could afford. The club itself wasn't any different from any other club in the city. They had the most up to date music, great drinks and amazing atmosphere. But 'The Garden' had one draw factor that the others didn't. And it was this that brought the clubbers screaming back for more.
Saturday nights in particular were not to be missed. The music played and the dance floor pulsed, but only until midnight. When the clock struck midnight the music cut out and the lights turned off, leaving the club pitch black. A hushed silence filled the room, of the expectation that something great was about to happen. A loud clock bell 'gong' would signal the start of the countdown. As the clock continued to toll 12, the lights on the stage would slowly light up in a deep rose red. The smoke machines would give the stage an eery haze. And at the stroke of 12, a large bright flash would light up the whole room, signalling her arrival.
"Hello, my little ones!" Mistress Rose called out to the masses, as they cheered. She stood on the stage in all her grandeur with two shirtless hunks by her side, the leash handles to their collars in her hand. The crowd were always enraptured by her beauty and elegance, and feared her cold and unforgiving personality. She radiated authority and control, and nobody dared defy her. She had become an authority on all things BDSM, and was a big promoter of the lifestyle.
She took a lingering look over the crowd before smirking slightly. "Who's ready to get 'PUNISHED'?"
~*~*~*~*~
Mistress Rose and Punishment Saturdays were what drove people in. With the current 50 shades craze igniting the masses, The Garden had become a casually kinky club. Though an ordinary club in comparison, it catered to vanillas and kinksters alike. Though no 'scenes' or 'sessions' could be encountered by clubbers, four back rooms held the usual kinkster fuckery and could be hired for a nominal charge. The Garden was known as a great place to drink, fondle and dance the night away.
After she had 'punished' some young guy for his bachelor party, and schmoozed the VIPs in the VIP room, Mistress Rose retired to her office. After removing her 'rose' pendant and hanging it on the wall with the others, she took a deep breath, thankful that it was all over. She moved to the bathroom and after removing her Mistress clothes and makeup, she shook out her long brunette hair, removed her brown coloured contact lenses and put her glasses on. She quickly dressed in jeans and a tshirt, tying her hair up in an unassuming ponytail. She knew she was average and plain looking enough to blend into the crowd, and to Rhonda, that was ok.
As Rhonda emerged from the office into the hallway, she came across two young clubbers. "Excuse me, Miss. Have you seen where Mistress Rose went?"
"Sorry guys," Rhonda replied smiling slightly, knowing they'd followed her. "Mistress Rose had to go." Disappointed the two turned and walked back down the hallway.
Rhonda felt an elbow jab her side and looked up and into the stern expressionless face of her office security guard. "'Had to go', indeed..." he said giving her an all-knowing look.
"Goodnight Gus," Rhonda replied winking at him, exiting through the back door and into the night.
Just as Rhonda left the club, the club's coowner could be heard on the phone nearby. "I'm telling you, you've got to come see it. Look, I know you've only just moved to town but...ok...ok good, next Saturday it is then. I'll leave your name at the door..."