Tristan stood in front of the mirror and double checked his outfit. He was a master of the art of dominance and as such, he found it best to dress the part and hold himself to a high standard. He dressed in a pair of deep black wide legged pants which had a series of silver rings and fabric straps that crossed at the back. He wore a black sleeveless high collared button up with a scarlet tie and a silver clip. Strapped through his black basket weave belt were several fabric cases. One of which held handcuffs and another that held a flashlight. Hanging from a metal ring was a three foot long red and black leather flogger with beaded knots at the end for an extra bite of pain. Sheathed in a harness at the back of his belt was a two foot long wooden paddle which had been engraved with the words ‘Master’s Toy’. On the tips of his fingers were small claw-like rings which were dull but added to his dominant appearance. He laced up his black combat boots which had studded sides. Several straps on his pants had very real silver studs and around his wrists were thick leather cuffs with three rows of sharp silver studs. Tattooed on the top of his right hand was a long bladed sword with a ‘V’ shaped guard and straight hilt. He stared at the tattoo and felt a pulse of power as if it recognized him. Tristan got up and as he crossed the apartment, his boots resonated through the wooden floor with each step. He snatched up his car keys and walked out.
The Untamed Sailor was a single level building with a ten foot tall sculpture of a pirate like sailor holding a beer in one hand a sword in the other. The large building was split into three different rooms with collapsible walls that folded into slots in the walls. Each room was five hundred dollars to rent for the day and for this event, all the rooms had been rented. Chairs lined the walls and white fold out tables were spread across one side of the room from wall to wall. Bowls of snacks, trays of heated food and racks of desserts filled the table buffet style. Heather pulled into the lot which was completely packed with a massive array of vehicles. The entire lot had a capacity of one hundred and fifty vehicles and with one hundred twenty people registered there would be more than enough room.
“Holy shit. It’s packed.” Heather exclaimed as they got out.
“Well the event started at five. It’s no surprise really.” Kaelynn replied, checking to make sure her straps were all away from being closed in the door as she shut it. They crossed the parking lot and just inside the doors was a row of white tables where a pair middle aged women dressed in furry costumes sat waiting with clipboards and name tags and markers.
“Names?” The furry dog dressed woman asked.
“Shrieking Harpy.” Heather replied.
“Submissive Siren.” Kaelynn replied and the women checked the lists until they found the names and then wrote them onto self adhesive tags.
“Have fun.” The furry cat dressed woman said.
“Thanks.” Heather replied and pulled Kaelynn through the break in the table and through a curtain of dark material and into the main room which was bustling with kinksters. Never before had they seen such a culmination of kinked-out people in one place. There were masters leading leashed slaves. Furries making out against the walls. There were soft-core kinksters, hard-core kinksters and everything in between. No one looked at Heather or Kaelynn with a strange expression as they walked in. In fact Heather was dressed casually in comparison to some of the other kinksters who wore barely anything. Soft music played overhead giving a nice atmosphere to the event.
“Okay. Start looking.” Heather said.
“What? We just got here.” Kaelynn replied.
“Yeah and? Look over there-“ Heather pointed across the room where a cluster of decent looking men in leather leaned against the wall looking over the barely dressed women. One of the men was obviously looking at the barely dressed guys in the crowd.
“-there are guys ready to bang and that means there is only a matter of time before they start getting taken. So let’s find your Dominant Dragon so I can start searching for my meat.”
Kaelynn shot Heather an unamused expression but nodded. They walked the outer perimeter of the room checking the seats and everyone in them. After a fifteen minute walk around they started searching the mass of people who were talking and some were grinding while others were taking it just a little further. Sex was prohibited at events but nothing forbade forplay and light touching. They moved through the people looking for muscular tall men with pale tan skin and black hair.
“I don’t think he’s here.” Karen said as she looked back at the check in people. “Go and enjoy yourself. I’m going to go see if the check-in ladies can tell me.”
“Good luck.” Heather replied and turned her attention to a pair of guys in leather assless chaps.
“Happy hunting.” Kaelynn said and watched Heather stalk off into the crowd. Hip plugged tail swayed as she walked provocatively across the room drawing the eyes of all sexes. Heather was a slutty sister but Kaelynn loved her like any older sister would. She turned to the check in couple.
“Excuse me? Have you checked in anyone by this name?” Kaelynn asked and held up the folded piece of paper with the man’s kinksters name on it. The woman dressed in the cat outfit flipped through the list.
“Welcome sir.” Said the dog furry woman.
A rush of cold pressure crept across Kaelynn’s skin and pressed upon her body and mind. She felt momentarily frozen in place and everything slowed down. The pages slowed as the woman flipped through them. The soft music sounded slurred and sour as if she was hearing it from underneath the water. She could see the massive looming shadow of the man standing behind her like a mountain at sunset.
“What is your name sir?” The woman asked.
Kaelynn knew the man’s name before he even said it. She felt it instinctively and a feeling of deja vu swept through her and the words spilled from her mouth without even thinking.
“Dominant Dragon.” Kaelynn said and slowly she turned around and met his eyes. Dark garnet eyes that observed her with the force of a predator observing a potential prey. Kaelynn couldn’t stop the moistness that slackened her thighs and caused her cervix to tighten. He was slightly over average in height but at that moment he looked like a mountain of manly dominance. His voice was as deep as a chasm and as smooth as melted chocolate.
“Do I know you?” He asked.
“Ummm...I...a…”
“Here you are sir.” The woman said as she handed him the tag which he attached to his chest. Kaelynn watched his toned arms bulge with thick muscle as he applied pressure to the tag. His eyes never left Kaelynn and she was pinned beneath the pressure of his gaze. Like a gazelle trapped under a lion’s hold.
“Are you well?” He asked gently.
“Umm...sorry I am. I just...yeah, I need to find a friend.” Kaelynn replied and quickly walked off and vanished into the crowd where she found Heather pressing her tail into the stunned hips of a much too young man.
“Heath-I mean Harpy.” Kaelynn said and smiled at the young man who was barely eighteen. “Sorry, I need to borrow my friend real quick.” She said and pulled Heather by the arm and over to the edge of the room.
“What the hell?” Heather asked angrily.
Kaelynn pointed to the man in the black gothic outfit, a flogger swinging from his hip and a paddle sheathed at his back. All muscle and manly composure. Heather’s anger fell away and she stared at him with lustful hungry eyes.
“That’s him?” She asked. “Did you talk to him?”
“I tried, but...he-“
“Oh my god. He dominated you with his presence?” Heather chuckled.
“I guess. Yeah.” Kaelynn replied and blushed. It was true that she felt immediately submissive within his presence. She felt like he had the ability to control her with simple words. Not long drawn out commands or anything like that...just words from him might have been enough. That thought scared her a little. She wondered if this was what it felt like to meet her real master.
“Lynn. Go. Talk. To. Him.” Heather said and spanked her with enough force to make it sting. Kaelynn walked across the room and once she was ten paces away she felt that familiar pressure. It was a sensation that told her that he commanded everything inside of his space. He was master of everything and everyone in his space and at that moment, she was inside his space. The submissive side of her was ready and willing to bow before him. To submit to his desires and adhere to whatever he wanted...however he wanted it...whenever he wanted it. A shiver ran up her spine and she realized that she had frozen in place again. Kaelynn tore herself away from it and looked up to find he was right in front of her. His garnet gaze was upon her, ordering her to submit to him; and she really wanted to. Fuck, it frightened her how much she wanted to. Tristan had met many women. He had been approached by dozens...scores of women who wanted to be used by him and be touched by him. However he had never felt such a strong desire to dominate them in the way he wanted to dominate this woman. She was stunning and gorgeous in a way that he had never seen before. Her purple and black studded leather and mesh outfit was classy yet slutty without being too much or too little of either. She was a refined and thick woman without being fat. She had muscle and she wore it well. Tristan wanted to dominate her in ways he had never desired to dominate another. Visions of her on hands and knees before him crossed his mind. It was a good thing he decided to wear his compression shorts otherwise his quickly stiffening fleshy sword would have been showing much more than he would’ve wanted it to.
“Would you like to come sit with me.” He asked.
“Yes.” She replied and followed him to a pair of chairs that sat apart from others who were sitting a few over.
“So, Submissive Siren. How is it that you know of me?”
“My friend and I noticed your name on the site and she looked at your profile.” Kaelynn replied.
“Ah...that makes sense. Are you here with a dominant or here to simply enjoy yourself?” He asked. Under normal circumstances he would not ask such a question within the first few minutes of meeting someone but he felt like he needed to know and a part of him felt like she wanted him to ask.
“Actually…” she blushed and thought about looking away but couldn’t tear herself from his gaze. “I came here to meet you.”
“Why me?” Tristan asked, completely taken aback.
“Well-“ Kaelynn blushed and felt herself flush as the truth wiggled its way to the surface. “-truth be told. I’m here without a dominant and I’m looking for a...well a partner.”
“You are looking to date?” He asked, surprise evident on his face.
With each new question that he asked, Kaelynn felt the truth immediately rise up. It was like she couldn’t deny him the truth. He wasn’t even commanding or demanding, just simply asking.
“I am.” She replied. “I’ve been looking for awhile but I sort of stopped a few months back. And...you want to date?” She asked hesitantly.
“I do. I stopped looking about a year ago. I got tired of all the meaninglessness to the sex. All the people I encountered wanted to be used but only once. There wasn’t anything else to it. I want to have someone I can shape and mold. Someone I can enjoy on and off the metaphorical harness. If that makes sense.”
Kaelynn was literally dripping from her pussy. She could feel the wetness seeping into the fabric of her panties. He had turned on the faucet to her vagina and it wasn’t stopping. This man had just described her fantasy. She wanted a partner, a dominant who would take her and mold her to his needs and desires.
“It makes perfect sense. In fact…” she bit the corner of her lip. She was about to hand herself over to him, right then and there. No questions asked. The submissive in her had taken over and all logic had been locked up tight. She wanted to be his. To be his slave, his submissive and his property. Never before had she felt so eager and so ready to hand over her freewill to someone. She opened her mouth to speak but it was him who spoke first.
“Perhaps we could get to know one another? Would you be comfortable meeting me...tomorrow outside of this? How about the park off Grand and Seventh street?” Tristan asked.
“You want to get to know me?” She asked, confusion spread across her face.
“Yes. If we are going to date, I would like to date you as a person and not just the submissive you.” He replied.
Kaelynn melted into a puddle of moist disbelief. This man was perfect. He wanted to get to know her as a person and not just some object. Not just some piece of human clay he could mold and sculpt. She wondered if this was all a dream. If maybe she had hit her head coming out of the shower and was unconscious on the floor. If that was the case she hoped she would never wake up.
“I’d love that.” Kaelynn replied. Tristan smiled a toothy smile and as his teeth unveiled from his lips, she froze. He had two sets of incisors and both were pointy and fang like. Visions of him biting her neck drifted into her mind and she felt a sudden gush between her legs and a shiver ran up her spine. Tristan concealed his fangs and reached into his wallet and withdrew a black business card and handed it to her. On one side was a number and on the other was his name.
“Tristan Claymore?” She said and then the name struck her like a club upside the head. He reached down and picked up her hand like it was a delicate flower and kissed it softly.
“Tomorrow at five.” He said more than asked.
Kaelynn nodded and watched him walk off and vanish like smoke in the darkness and then she realized that the crowd of people had thinned and a lot more than a few minutes had passed by.
