Chloe had a healthy upper middle class up bringing, supportive conservative parents. Her parents have been married 30 years and were openly still happy with each other. She did not come from a broken home, she did not have an absentee father, a touchy uncle, and abusive boyfriend in her past, nothing but a supportive, healthy youth. She grew up with everything she ever needed if not everything she ever wanted. Yet she found herself unsatisfied in her life. Successful in her career, and with her looks and her wit, she had always been able to date most any man she pleased. She was 26 about 5’10” athletic build with affirm ass and tight belly. She had long slender legs that looked great in heels and she knew it, a firm pert 36C chest. She had a cute face with great dimples, soft blue eyes and auburn hair.
Chloe knew she was attractive to men, and some women, but she was humble about it and was looking for something different from the BMW sort she usually dated. Maybe it has been the safety and predictability of her life, and her sexual history; maybe it was just how she is wired. Chloe found herself looking for more.
Her journey started innocently enough with reading dirty stories on the Internet, then it moved into fetish pornography. Eventually she built an anonymous “lurker” profile on Fetlife, just to see what was out there. Surprisingly the people on the site seemed nice and normal, almost too normal. Yes, some of the photos seemed a little too far out there for her taste, but most of it she found quite arousing. Often it helped her get off when she had time by herself. The reality of it was that she was relying on stories, images, and videos of women being bound, used and degraded by men, sometimes several men at one time. It got to the point that she needed these misogynistic scenes to get herself off. Without a steady man in her life, and this shift in her libido she was starting to really become concerned about the thoughts she was having. The fantasies that danced around in her mind as her fingers, danced on her pussy.
Sitting and having a relaxing evening one night, Chloe was looking through some of the posts and she saw something about a local MUNCH meeting. She read the thread completely and found that MUNCH was for people who were into the BDSM lifestyle who meet, talk to each other and help interested people unfamiliar with the lifestyle. The meeting would be next Thursday evening in a nearby bar/restaurant that she knew and went to often. What would it hurt to go and check it out, she wondered? She could always just pretend she wandered into the back room by mistake and exit quickly if it was a little too real for her.
Thursday came like any other day, although she was aware of the MUNCH meeting that evening. Chloe was far more concerned about the presentation she had that afternoon. She put on some good stocking, a professional but tight knee length skirt and a sharp but sexy red silk top with some tall red heels to match. She straightened herself in the mirror she looked good, professional, and a bit sexy, this couldn’t hurt with the men who would be there for her presentation. She felt confident, grabbed her bag and headed out the door.
Her day went well, she skipped lunch making last minute tweaks to her presentation. Three o’clock came, and the presentation was delayed, she waited at her desk wondering if she could grab some food or not. She decided to wait in case they called her to the conference room. Unfortunately, it would be another hour before the call came. About 4:10 her phone rang, and she grabbed her things and headed off to the conference room. Her meeting went well, but she had made a few small mistakes, her boss told her it was fine, but she felt terrible about making such simple mistakes.
After the meeting and the post meeting discussions, she grabbed her bag and headed out to her car. It was already after six. If she was going to go to that MUNCH meeting, she would not have time to go home and change as she had planned. She was not in the mood to try to learn a little about her sexual interests or perversions, but she was not in the mood to go home and eat alone, plus, a drink didn’t sound that bad after the day she had. She pressed the button started her car, and headed to the familiar lounge, to grab a drink, some dinner, and maybe stick her head into this MUNCH thing.
She got to the bar, and sat at a high-top table, and looked at the menu. The waitress came by, and she ordered an Old Fashioned and continued to look at the menu. Then she heard a voice behind her, “Excuse me Miss” she turned to see a tall man with dark features, and well styled hair, he wore a sharp blue suite, with a tie that probably cost more than the suit her boss wore today. He did not look like the kind of man that had dinner in a neighborhood bar, like this one, and he smelled like jasmine, and cookies.
“Can I help you,” she replied.
He smiled at her and looked directly at her in a way that made her fell seen. “I was wondering if you are a regular here, and if you are, what is good for a light dinner,” he asked.
She smiled back and said, “I usually have the chicken sandwich, sometimes I have a salad with it if I am very hungry.”
The man said, “That sounds delicious, I hate eating alone, why don’t you come sit with me, and keep me company, and in return I would be happy to buy you your dinner.”
Chloe was interested in this man, but immediately thought if I sit with this man, how can I go to the back dining room without explaining it to him. She thought about it for a second and decided meeting a new handsome man who seemed very nice and smelled so good would be a better evening than some pervert group that was probably meeting again next month. She hopped off her stool and sat at the table next to the man and introduced herself. “I hate to eat alone as well; my name is Chloe,” she replied.
He smiled held her hand as she held it out, “I am James, but you may call me James,” he said with a wry smile. He had an approachable confidence about him, he was quiet, but intense. He listened to her as she talked about her job, her day, and the mistakes she made in her presentation. He did not say much but he bought her a second drink and she felt heard and understood as she talked about herself and her day.
Once they had each eaten dinner, she felt warm and comfortable with him, she seemed sorry that he had to go as he paid the bill and took his jacket off the back of his chair as he was preparing to go. She started to panic a bit as she wanted to get to know him better, and not just have him buy her dinner and walk away. Just as she was preparing to offer him her number like a horny sorority girl, he turned to her and said, “I need to go to this meeting in the back room, I just wanted to grab a bite before I go back there. It was lovely to meet you Chloe, I would enjoy doing this again sometime.”
Chloe’s mind went into overdrive, is he here for the perv meeting? My goodness is he a part of that community, she thought. The idea of this man being someone in one of her fantasies made her uncomfortable aware of the dampness in her panties on the spot. Should I walk away, should I tell him I am here for the same reason, should I offer him my mouth right here and now? Her mind was in spinning and a little out of control. She opened her mouth and without thinking she gave him a knowing smile and said, “Really, what kind of meeting are you here for?”
He smiled back at her and said, “Oh, it is a group meeting for some people with similar interests and ideas.” All Chloe could do was nod in the affirmative. He then asked, “Are you one of those people dear?” His eyes looked into her soul like he knew why she was there and what she was thinking.
She was frozen but somehow, she managed to open her mouth and say, “yes.”
James took her by her arm and started moving to the back room as if she was his date, as he started to step toward the back-room ha asked, “Yes what dear?”.
“Yes Sir”, she replied. He smiled at her a reassuring smile and took her into the private dining room, as they got to the door, she felt, safe, and secure with whatever was coming next.
They entered the private room together; it was a small meeting room for when the lounge had small groups or parties. It could comfortably seat about 20, the room had about half that many. Chloe found herself staring at the individuals in the room when she heard her name. She snapped back to reality as James was introducing her to the various people in the room. It seemed that he knew almost all of them, and that they all knew him. “Chloe is new to all of this, and she is just a bit curious, isn’t that right dear?” James said as he introduced her to the group. Everyone seemed very nice and happy to meet her, but in a genuine way, not in the way a cat plays with a mouse before attacking it. These were normal sincere people who just happened to enjoy some kinkier things when behind closed doors.
She kept telling herself that James seemed very nice, and he would not let anything happen to her. She caught herself mid thought, she had just met James and now she was comfortable trusting him to keep her safe in a room of perverted strangers, hell he was a perverted stranger himself, he might be their king. She was startled back when she heard her name again as James introduced her to the first of three couples.
Jan, and Steve where an attractive couple in their late 30s, they both looked like the fun swinger type, they were both white but way too tan. Her first thought was, I bet they have a boat, and they spend all of their time on it, they seem like ‘boat people’. Jan was bubbly and eager to speak. She explained that she and Steve were more into the swinging element more than the power exchange. She continued to explain, “We want to. expand our sexual world and. includes an element of submission for both of us.”