Cafe Hoshi Noir was a blend of French coffee with Japanese tea. The tables along the crimson colored walls were tall and white with equally tall legged black chairs. The tables around the center of the room were closer to the ground with cushions, reflecting a traditional Japanese setting. The entire blended setting mixed well, like butterscotch and Reese’s, unlikely but wonderful. All the employees wore black and white suits with red aprons. As Kaelynn walked in she was greeted with the fresh aroma of ground coffee beans and steeping green and black tea. Kaelynn wore her favorite outfit which made her stand out like a crow in a winter wonderland. She wore a long bright green dress which had the pattern of pink and yellow sugar skulls smiling. The dress ended at her shins and was bound around her waist with a knotted cord. Her shirt was a dark pink with a green ‘tree of life’ design on the front. The branches curled around her upheld breasts accentuating their full and perky appearance. Her dark brown hair fell to her lower back and swayed gently as she walked across the room to a table in the corner. Her best friend, Heather Kittery was a short woman with a thin and petite stature. Heather had dyed red hair that spilled over her tan skin. She stood just under five foot three with breasts that were barely a size B and had hips that seemed slightly too wide for her petite figure but still worked. She wore a white tank top and an almost too short red skirt that ended between her knees and middle thighs. Heather wore a black bracket on her wrist which had the ‘S’ wrapped around the ‘D’ engraved within the leather. It was the same that Kaelynn wore. To most it looked like a bracelet and nothing more...to those within the community, it meant much more.
“Morning Lynn.” Heather said as Kaelynn sat down and raised her arm for one of the waitresses. “Already got you a coffee, blended with a light roast and whip cream.”
“Thanks.” Kaelynn replied as she pulled out a straw from the holder next to her and started sucking up the frappe. After a few minutes of settling into coffee and allowing the subtle sounds of conversations around them dumb down some, their own conversation started.
“So tell me...how was it?” Kaelynn asked.
“Well-“ Heather grinned, “-boring.” Her grin fell as she drank her iced mocha. “He lasted fifteen minutes. Gave me maybe five minutes of foreplay and then guess what he did?”
“He fell asleep didn’t he?” Kaelynn asked, already knowing the answer.
“He fell the fuck to sleep.” Heather replied a little too loudly drawing the eyes of nearby people. “Who does that I mean really?”
“I told you Heather. From the moment I met him he wasn’t going to be any good.”
“I know.” Heather replied making a pained expression. “I should’ve listened to you. But I needed to get some. My girls were feeling unloved and unused.”
Kaelynn raised an eyebrow shooting her friend the expression that said ‘really?’
“I’m not like you Lynn.” Heather shot back. “I can’t go sexless for weeks on end waiting for the right guy.”
“Discipline.” Kaelynn said, enunciating every syllable.
“I have discipline.” Heather smirked.
“No. You get disciplined. There is a large difference.” Kaelynn replied.
“When’s the last time you’ve been disciplined? Gregory Mallow was it?” Heather asked.
“If you could call that discipline even. He tied my wrists and blindfolded me and then came on my chest.” Kaelynn tossed up her hands in irritation. “What happened to all the real kinksters? The ones that saw this life as a way of living. As a form of art. Not just a way to get off.”
“Isn’t that what it is?” Heather asked.
“Well that’s the end result sure. But it should take hours, maybe days to reach that. Not a few dozen minutes.”
“Lynn. You’re being too strict with it. Loosen up a little. You have to test the water some. You know? Dip your toe in the pool and see how it feels.” Heather said and drank another sip of coffee.
“Heather. I love you like a sister but no. I’m not going to go dipping my anything in anyone’s pool. When I meet the right one I’ll know.”
“Oh yeah? When will that be?” Heather asked sarcastically.
“Maybe at the gathering.” Kaelynn replied.
“Oh yeah, that’s right. Where did that come from?” Heather asked. “I looked up and down that event posting but the poster is anonymous and the time stamp is erased. It’s like it just...I don’t know, appeared.”
Kaelynn nodded in agreement and sucked in another mouthful of cold blended coffee. “No idea where it came from but I’m actually feeling a little tingly and excited. Did you see the number of people on the list?”
Heather pulled out her phone and opened the ‘IKink’ application which opened a shortcut to the BDSM LIFE webpage. Her eyes widened when she saw the number of people registered for that single event.
“One hundred and eleven?” Heather asked, surprise thick in her soft feminine voice.
“Oh. It was one hundred and ten last I looked. I wonder who else joined?” Kaelynn asked.
“Umm…” Heather scrolled through the list of names. Never had she ever seen so many people attending a singular event. Under normal circumstances a successful kinkster event had over twenty people. An event with over fifty was practically unheard of. Heather wasn’t even sure if she knew that there were over fifty within a thirty mile radius of the Untamed Sailor.
“...here. The last person to join the event was someone named Dominant Dragon.” Heather opened the profile and scrolled through the images and description. After a few minutes of silence Kaelynn looked up from her coffee that she had been sucking down.
“Well? What is it?”
Heather turned her phone to Kaelynn and opened a picture of the man who was named Dominant Dragon. He had short black hair and dark eyes that looked almost garnet red. He had pale tan skin and looked tall in the photo. He wore a black shirt and black pants which looked tight around his bulging muscles. Heather pulled away the phone too soon for Kaelynn’s liking.
“His profile says that he is twenty seven. Six foot two. Black hair. Brown eyes. Muscular. He is a Dominant-“
“Obviously.” Kaelynn interrupted, “What about his Biography?”
“He is looking for a submissive who is…”
Heather’s stopped reading and Kaelynn waited for her to continue but when that didn’t happen she cleared her throat.
“Sorry, it’s just…”
“Just what? Out with it, don’t leave me hanging here.” Kaelynn demanded.
“He is looking for a submissive...partner...possibly full time.”
Kaelynn froze in place and blinked a few times.
“A...partner?” Kaelynn asked.
“That’s what it says here.” Heather replied.
Kaelynn was dumbfounded. No one ever wanted a partner. A kinky partner normally meant they wanted to date. Putting the word ‘date’ out into the BDSM community was like lighting up citronella around a swarm of mosquitoes.
“Lynn. You might want to really meet this guy. I’m looking at his list of kinks and well he is right up your alley.” Heather said.
“What’s he got on there?”
“Just about everything except for the nasty and disturbing ones. Whips, ropes, clamps, chains, toys and more.” Heather replied and locked her phone. “I rarely see anyone who openly displays their interest to date. You and him are probably the only two.”
“Dominant Dragon was his name?” Kaelynn asked and scribbled it onto a napkin and folded it into her pocket.
“Are you thinking of meeting him at the gathering?” Heather asked, excitement on her face.
“No, we are going to.” Kaelynn replied.
“You know normally I’d feel a little displeased being your wingwoman but I actually want to meet him too.” Heather said, a sly grin on her face. “I mean, can you imagine what his body must look like under that shirt?”
“Wait. He didn’t have any nude pictures?” Kaelynn asked.
“No. All his pictures were of toys and contraptions and of him clothed. There wasn’t even a dick-pic.”
“Okay I have to meet him. What person on the site doesn’t have an openly displayed nude picture of the self? Even I have a couple.” Kaelynn replied as she started drinking down the last of her coffee. Chasing the last little clumps of ground ice and syrup with her straw.
“Okay. I’ll pick you up at your place tonight at five.” Heather said. “And Lynn. Wear it this time.”
“Do I have to?” Kaelynn replied.
“No but you should.” Heather replied.
“Why? One good reason.”
“I’ll give you two. The first; because you look damn hot in it and secondly, because your best friend in the whole world asked you to.” Heather smiled.
“Fine.” Kaelynn replied.
“Good. See you at five.” Heather said as she got up and wrapped Kaelynn in a hug and walked out.