A follow-up to one of my favourite stories from last year,
Kinktober 2022 - Day 23 - Strap/LeatherFrom the outside, the Seraphim Club looked utterly ordinary, no different from the various other industrial buildings that littered the fringes of the city. Which I guess is the whole point, Hannah Kwon reminded herself, forcing back her anxiety as she ascended the stairs into the nondescript brick warehouse, her passage marked in the darkness by the click of her high heeled shoes. In marked contrast to the structure, the twenty-three year old Korean woman seemed entirely out of place amongst the various car shops and factories that surrounded her; slender, elegant in her red silk blouse and black leather pencil skirt, and trembling like a leaf. Everything’s going to work out, she told herself, and taking a deep breath to stifle her fears, opened the side door to the Club and made her way inside. Instantly, the utilitarian steel and brick of an industrial warehouse gave way to the refined ambience of a five-star hotel, complete with hardwood flooring, lush carpets and elaborate sconces set on either side of the hallway. A pair of security guards, each clad in a grey three-piece suit and oni mask to conceal his identity, stood sentry, their sheer physical presence enough to discourage any curious trespassers, and between them stood a leather-clad goddess, ashen-blonde hair tied up in a messy ponytail, ruby lips beaming in a genuine smile. “You’re right on time, Hannah, come on in! How are you feeling?”“A little nervous,” Hannah confessed, letting the other woman guide her by the hand through the building’s winding corridors, until they finally reached a series of ten mid-sized dressing rooms, each sound-baffled and constructed of heavy oak to ensure privacy. Entering the first, the Asian woman saw that her outfit had all been laid out, and her anxiety returned tenfold, fair-skinned features becoming even paler with fear. “I know it’s what I signed up for and everything. It’s just…”“Believe me, I understand, and I don’t think any less of you,” the blonde said, gloved hands cupping the other woman’s cheek in a comforting gesture. Mira Sobel was a household name, at least amongst the city’s fetish scene, and even at forty, she was a sight to behold, her curvy, muscular body on full display through the black leather catsuit she wore, long legs ending in high-heeled boots. “Your first time doing a fetish exhibit will always be a little scary, but I know you’ll do great. Okay?”“Right,” Hannah answered, still feeling like a fraud. The Seraphim Club was Mira’s pride and joy, the formerly dusty, rundown old warehouse now home to the city’s most prestigious fetish and erotic art club, all thanks to Mira’s hard work, and she paid good money for men and women alike to become part of each exhibition. Hannah had experimented with bondage back in her university days, but as a recent graduate strapped for funds and with student loans to pay off, it was the money that had lured her here, the prospect of five thousand dollars cash for a single night’s performance as part of her gallery too good to pass up. Even so… “But what if someone decides to, umm…”“Take advantage of you?” Mira finished, moving to ease the Korean woman’s distress. “Trust me, I’ll never let that happen. Everyone who attends one of my exhibitions submits their personal information when they sign up, and they know if they want their privacy intact and their kinks kept off the six o’clock news, they’ll behave and keep their hands to themselves. Now, did you want to make any changes? Is there anything on the waiver you’re having second thoughts about?”“No.” It took all of Hannah’s courage to give that answer. “No, that’s what we agreed to last week, so I won’t go back on my word. I’m ready when you are.”“Then strip, and I’ll get you kitted up.”Silently, Hannah complied, and within the space of a minute, stood nude and vulnerable in the centre of the room, arms rigid at her sides so every intimate region was left open to Mira’s inspection. “Open your mouth,” Mira ordered, producing a panel gag of supple black leather, and once again, Hannah did as she was told, uttering a soft moan as the red rubber ball affixed to the inside filled up her mouth. Next came a full hood, the material reaching down to her collarbone, the laces at the back drawn tight and leaving Hannah’s head encased in black leather. “You feeling all right so far?”“Mmmppggghhh,” the Korean woman grunted, giving an emphatic nod.“Good. Now for the catsuit.”Blind as she was beneath the hood, getting into the garment took a little help, but finally, Hannah stood garbed in a one-piece catsuit that covered her from toes to neck, made of black leather like the rest of her ensemble, complete with built-in gloves. In her mind’s eye, she imagined Mira examining the fit of the garment upon her slender frame; how it clung to her long legs and accentuated her hips and cupped her breasts, and a moan of delight escaped past the gag and hood. “See, you are having fun,” Mira proclaimed, hands coming around, and Hannah moaned as a leather corset was banded and drawn tight about her upper body, further highlighting her figure. “Is that too tight?”Hannah shook her head, heart pounding with excitement. A pair of stiletto-heeled black leather boots, much like the ones Mira habitually wore, completed the outfit, and the veteran domme took a moment to indulge in her handiwork, a hand caressing Hannah’s leather-clad flank. “God, you look so beautiful like this. Are you feeling all right?”Another firm nod. “Good.” A full-body harness settled in place over her torso, the web of oiled leather straps buckled so tight it felt like she was being held in a neverending hug, while the single leather strap running between her legs provoked a shiver of purest want. A firm tug, and Hannah let Mira pull her arms straight behind her back, the leather belts binding her wrists and elbows ensuring they would remain that way. Finally, Hannah was forced onto her knees where more belts frogtied her legs, and at long last, the centrepiece of the Seraphim Club’s exhibition was prepared, an angel in leather, bound and helpless and reduced to a faceless object by the hood. “Are you ready for this?”“Mmmmppppggghhh…” Hannah groaned affirmatively, halfway lost to bliss already thanks to the crotchstrap working its magic upon her womanhood.“Then let’s get you out there and on display. My attendees always like to see new additions to the performance, and I’d hate to keep them waiting…”
. One of the best things about Kinktober is how it lets me experiment with a diverse array of themes, tones and motifs, so I thought it might be nice to examine the more sensual side of bondage this time around, and really dig deep into the mindset of those who enjoy it. Hope you all like this one, and let me know what you think! Thanks for the support!
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