had to check my reflection in the mirror after a few rounds of hard dancing. I didn’t like my makeup to look shiny. Vain as it sounds, there is no sense in spending an hour and a half perfecting club makeup if you were going to sweat it off. After I made sure my appearance was O.K., I left the bathroom to go back to dancing.

I hadn’t missed much, The Sisters of Mercy’s Temple of Love was still playing and the dance floor was packed. I decided to get another drink instead of cutting the rug in such a packed house. I navigated past the army of black clad Goths on the floor and managed to not get swatted by anyone’s hand or burned by someone’s cigarette. After all the years I had been in this scene, the fact that Goths can dance like they are pulling cobwebs off of themselves while holding a lit cigarette still amazed me. That takes talent. When I arrived at the bar I perched on a stool and waited for the bartender to notice me.

“What’ll it be, Sweetie?”

“A Midori Sour.”

“A what?” The bartender asked leaning over the counter to get closer to me so he could hear my order.

“A Midori sour,” I shouted, thinking bars in dance clubs should have dry-erase boards for ordering.

The bartender handed me my drink and I scanned the room looking for a place to perch. There weren’t any tables or benches left so I figured I’d go out on the patio and enjoy the night air.

I spied a quiet corner at the back and sat down. Then she walked out onto the patio. Wow! This woman was hot. She had the whole Goth chick look down. Her long black hair was done in a Victorian era up-do and she was wearing a large black beaded choker. Her Edwardian corset was a work of art in black and red striped satin. It cinched her waist to an almost inhuman size and pushed her breasts up so high, I thought they might topple out. The site of her in the corset and a long black velvet skirt slit up to you know where was making me drool from both lips. I nearly fell off the bench when she came to sit by me.

She didn’t say anything at first and the silence was deafening. I took a chance and spoke to her.

“I’m Mia. I haven’t seen you around before.”

That was original I thought to myself. This chick is going to think I’m an idiot.

“I’m Sandra,” she replied. “This is my first night out since I moved here.”

“Oh, yeah. How do you like it?”

I wanted to ask where she was from but I didn’t want to reveal my nosy nature.

“It’s not bad. I grew up in a rural area of Georgia, so I’m pretty easy to please as far as clubs go.”

She smiled and I could tell she was interested in me, but I was still stunned by her next words.

“Would you like to go to my place?”

Her matter-of-fact tone was intriguing.

The shock of her brazenness caused me to choke on my drink. I wasn’t one for such quick hook-ups, but this girl was beautiful and I needed a good fuck.

“O.k. Sure.”

I was easily convinced.

As I drove to this girl’s place I was excited and nervous at the same time. Thinking about the way her corset molded her breasts into half moons under the beads of her necklace made my body ache with desire, I could feel my moistness under my clothes, but I was worried I could be going back to serial killer’s lair.

My fears subsided when we arrived at her place. I had only just met Sandra but she had a way of making me feel comfortable and relaxed.

“Can I get you anything? Glass of Wine. . . ?” she asked from the kitchen.

“A glass of wine would be great.”

I sat on the couch and arranged my black crinoline mini skirt to display my legs and garters to their best advantage, making sure the new waist cincher I was wearing kept my breasts at attention under the nearly sheer black peasant shirt. I wanted to look as seductive as possible.

Sandra returned with the wine and we made idle chitchat. I was losing my nerve to make the first move and was hoping she would be bolder.

Suddenly, she kissed me. Her lips were soft and moist, yet firm and commanding. My nipples became erect under my shirt. The rayon was teasing the tips with a faint abrasiveness when Sandra put her arms around me and tugged at my waist laces. I gasped slightly at having the little bit of air pushed from my lungs but the sensation was incredible. It was a forceful embrace that sent chills over my body and made me want more.

Sandra entwined her fingers in my hair and pulled my head back, forcing my neck to arch as she ran the tip of her tongue the length of my throat before plunging it into my mouth. My moans of pleasure only increased as she reached under my skirt and rubbed my clit. I was mesmerized by her, and when she placed me on my knees in front of the couch, I couldn’t resist.

“If I do anything you are not alright with, tell me to stop,” she said as she pulled some sort of straps with cuffs from under the sofa.

I nodded my head in approval. I was no stranger to the bondage world and the tethers seemed innocent enough. She affixed the straps to the legs of the sofa and threaded the end with the cuffs under the bottom and over the back of the couch before securing my wrists in the restraints. My arms were held taught in a V formation as I faced the sofa’s cushions.

My legs were free, but I was unable to move. The thought of being at her mercy sent erotic chills throughout my being. My cunt was throbbing with need and I wanted desperately for her to take me. Sandra pulled out a shiny black box from under the couch and opened it. I turned my head to see what she was going to unleash on me but the lid was obscuring my view of the contents. The uncertainty of her next move was blending pleasure with nervousness.

Sandra pulled out two whips with what looked to be over a hundred thin rubber tails on each one. The scent of the rubber was overpowering and intoxicating as she slid the peasant shirt off of my shoulders and down to the top of the waist cincher, exposing my breasts to the crushed velvet of the sofa. The fabric’s texture massaged and teased my flesh as I writhed against it, feigning a desire to escape.

“How do you like these,” Sandra asked slowly dragging the tails across my back with a feather light touch.

“Nice.”

The rubber felt cool and soft. I moaned instinctively moving against the restraints, enjoying how they refused to release me and held my wrists tight.

“They don’t have to be.”

Sandra lashed my back softly with the whip warning me of the flogger’s darker abilities and her’s.

The rubber tails sent a subtle sting through my flesh as I sighed in approval. Encouraged by my moaning, Sandra whipped me with the floggers, alternating hands as she traced an imaginary figure eight on my back with the tails. The long rubber tails made a soft hissing noise as she sped up her strikes. I could feel a slight breeze as they landed on my shoulders blades. Every strike was more forceful than the previous, forcing me to tighten my muscles, intensifying the pleasure. It was incredible. The stinging sensation on my back was sending reactions down my spine to the nerves in my pussy. The pain was penetrating me and the thrusts reached places deep inside me. My cunt was oozing. I was about to cum. I clenched my legs together to brace myself from the strikes and the orgasm that coursed over my body. I felt my warm juice seep down the top of my thigh as I slumped onto the sofa cushions.

“How did you like that?”

Sandra ran her hands over my back soothingly as she placed soft kisses along my spine.

“It was amazing.”

My body shuddered with pleasure at the touch of her lips.

“We’re not done yet.”

She sat the floggers down and pulled out another toy.

It was a small blue device with an egg shape at one end and a long, thin phallus at the other with a ribbed base between the ends. I knew it was a dildo, but I had never seen a double headed one before.

“This is a girl’s best friend,” Sandra cooed in my ear. “Are you still wet or do I need to get you worked up again?”

Sandra moved her long fingernail around my clit and lips without penetrating me to test the moistness of my cunt.

“Good girl. You’re still ready to go.”

I could hear the satisfaction in her voice tinged with an animalistic desire as she slapped my buttock. The stinging pain radiated from the strike point like rings in a pond from a tossed pebble.

Sandra loosened the straps just enough to turn me to face her before securing them tighter than before. My arms were stretched over my head and the sensual strength of the cuffs around my wrists was undeniable. Sandra moved the egg shaped end of the vibrator against my pussy, not putting it inside me, but teasing my cunt with the sensations of the toy. Slowly, she began working it in and out little by little, torturing me. In one quick thrust, she forced the oblong shaped end into my pussy. The sensations sent shockwaves across my body as it engulfed the silicone and the ribbed base hummed against my clit.

Sandra straddled the dildo’s opposite end and slowly lowered herself onto it. She gasped with pleasure as it entered her. She used the shaft inside her as a handle to work its opposite end inside of me, each movement more pleasurable than the last. It was warm and soft, closer to a human touch than any dildo I had experienced. Sandra worked the toy like it was part of her, ravaging me with each thrust. I could feel my juices cascading down the sides of it and mixing with Sandra’s.

She was thrusting the dildo in and out of me with rabid abandon while she tugged the laces of my waist cincher tighter and bit my exposed breasts. I cried out in pain. The tightness of the cuffs and corset combined with her teeth clenching my nipples proved too much for me to handle and I came. Sheets of cum flowed from my pussy as I had never experienced. One after the other the climaxes shook my body as Sandra plunged the dildo as deep as she could forcing it further into her. She collapsed on top of me overcome by her own pleasure.

When she had caught her breath, Sandra removed the toy and released me from the cuffs.

“Did you like that?” She smiled at me in the most devilish of ways.

“I did. Where did you find that dildo? I’ve never seen anything like it.” I had to know.

“Online, but if you liked it, you should come back to see what else I keep in my little black box.”

Sandra gingerly closed the box as if it held the secrets to untold pleasures.

“Is that an invitation?” I asked hopefully.

“Yes, it is and I don’t like to be turned down.”

“I doubt you have to worry about that.”

I grinned at her hoping this wasn’t the only time I would see her or the contents of the little black box