It started out as just a favor to a friend, to just lend moral support. Kaycee had just been through a rough breakup, being told by her ex that she was just too uptight. In an effort to break out of her comfort zone, she decided to try out a sex club. It wasnât something that the buttoned up, career-driven business woman would normally do. But she was apprehensive, and me, being her closest male friend, seemed like the ideal candidate to go with her. If anything went too far, I could step in. Never mind that I wasnât exactly the perfect male specimen, my strengths were mental, I had a good head on my shoulders and gave out advice, I didnât leap into action. But she needed me, so I obliged her.Our first night at the club was incredible! We wrote down our limits onto a form and they brought us to a room where we were able to partake in games and pleasures of a sexual nature that I previously thought only happened in porn. The experience was great for both Kaycee and me, and we ended up becoming full fledged members of the club, returning as much as we could. Having been in a dry spell when it came to dating, it was a great confidence booster for me to be having no-consequence sex with women who knew so much more than I did. And Kaycee was a changed woman from it, she became more carefree at work and in life, like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.But one day things started to change. I came down with a cold and missed a week, but Kaycee went without me, and when I returned, things were noticeably different. Kaycee was led off to a different area of the club and try as I might, I couldnât enjoy myself not knowing what my friend was doing. Not that I was nosy, but we usually shared everything, even intimate details on occasion. I tried to ask her about it outside the club, but she refused to speak of it, almost as if she couldnât.
âIâm fine, really.â she insisted.
âThen tell me whatâs going on!â I demanded.
But she wouldnât tell me. So I did the only thing I could do, the next time we went into the club, I demanded to be brought with her, to do whatever it was she was doing. I had every chance to back out, and maybe I should have. The attendant at the door to this secret area asked me if I was sure, and so did Kaycee, and I said I was. They made sure to have my consent when I was taken into a secret room for a full-body wax, and again when they tucked my manhood away and glued breast forms to my chest. I had some trepidation when the makeover started, when they put those extensions into my hair, started to cover my face with makeup and glued extensions to my fingernails. Every brushstroke on my face, every coat of polish on my nails was a chance, but I kept resolute.
Looking at myself in the mirror when they were finished, with my hair tied up in an absurdly high ponytail, the ridiculously large hoop earrings hanging from my freshly pierced ears, I didnât even blink when they strapped the collar around my neck and told me to change into the black lingerie, a bra that was more mesh and straps than anything else, and a pair of panties that were just the same. I stumbled a bit in the heels, but held my tongue. I was doing this to make sure Kaycee was okay, thatâs the only thing that mattered to me, being her moral support.
From that secret room, I was led, not back out into the club, but into another secret room, a bedroom, with a large leather bed. Sitting on the bed, with an identical collar strapped to her neck and in a red set of lingerie was Kaycee. The club had liberated her style somewhat, but I didnât often see her like this and averted my eyes slightly. Kaycee laughed as the attendant passed her my chain and left the room, leaving us alone. She quickly dragged me onto the bed with her and took my new look in.
âYou look breathtaking, is this what you expected?â
She didnât wait for me to respond, she just pulled me in for the most passionate kiss that Iâd ever shared with a woman, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I attempted to stammer a response when she finally pulled away, the Kaycee I know wasnât this dominant, nor had she ever shown any sexual or romantic interest in me, it was baffling. Even more baffling was that sheâd never shown any interest in a woman either, so it was doubly out of character. This place had truly changed her. Maybe she didnât need me watching out for her anymore.
But I didnât have time to ruminate on that for long, as the door opened and a man walked in. Immediately, Kayceeâs demeanor changed, and she sat down on the bed in a very demure and submissive way. Out of instinct and nervousness, I tried to mirror her movements as closely as possible.
âI see youâve brought a friend tonight,â the new addition chuckled.
âAssume the position.â
Kaycee crawled up onto the bed and got onto her knees, leaning forwards, only being supported by her hands, which I now noticed were bound with their own chains. The man turned to me, and out of instinct, I followed suit and got on my knees as well, matching Kaycee.
âLetâs begin. Iâm one of the top donors of this club and the Alpha. By being here, youâve agreed that until this night is over, you are mine. You exist only to pleasure me, and will do whatever I say. And what happens in this room, stays in this room. You arenât to repeat anything about our activities to anyone, or else. Is that clear?â
âDoes your friend understand?â
Kaycee turned to me and leaned in close to whisper in my ear.
âNow you see why I couldnât talk about it. But if you like it, this could add a new dimension to our friendship. You can leave if you want, though. If not, thereâs nothing to worry about, heâs firm but gentle and youâll have me for moral support.â
I had a very good idea about what was going to happen next, and against my better judgment, I was still curious. Besides, we were here to get out of our comfort zones, right?
(Another tribute to @caitlynmasked this time more in the mold of a traditional story by her, but of course, with my own twist on it)