experienced, generous, older man to guide me on my
odyssey in the scene.
I love spanking, whipping, caning, bondage, anal erotica, oral servitude, immobilization and sensory deprivation, and am extremely interested in having my nipples as well as my labia pierced.
I live in West L.A. and would be free to get together any evening. If interested, please give me a call at the number below.
Waiting for your command, Gloria Lindstrom. ”
“Wow,” said Zoe. “She seems just perfect for you, Julian.”
“Think so?”
“She’s got everything you’re looking for and more.”
“Except for the fact that she’s not my type,” he pointed out.
“In what way is Gloria not your type?”
“She’s too young. What could we possibly have to talk about?”
“With that body why would you even need to talk?”
Julian merely smiled and said, “I’m also pretty sure she’s a pro.”
“Because she wants a generous lover?”
“That and her eagerness to please.”
“But that comes with the territory, doesn’t it?”
“In your case it certainly doesn’t.”
“And you’re so generous anyway, what does it matter if she is a pro?”
“I’ve dated models before. They’re boring.”
“How can you say that, Julian? This girl is “Beauty” incarnate.
Everything about her screams perfect submissive.”
“Maybe I prefer my imperfect submissive.”
“You mean me?”
“Who else?”
“But you’re going to call her, aren’t you?”
“I’ll probably call her once.”
“Right,” said Zoe, the color rushing to her face.
“One date should satisfy both my curiosity and hers.”
“What’s OOTC?”
“Out of the Closet. That’s the local B&D support group.”
“I never heard of it.”
“I’ll give you their newsletter.”
“I expect you’ll be getting replies every day from now on.”
“Mmmm.”
Zoe took up the Matchmakers publication and began to read the ads from local men.
Two weeks later Zoe arranged to attend her first OOTC party with Teresa Clifford. It was held in a large meeting hall on Ivar Street in Hollywood that at ten o’clock was packed with a couple of hundred B&D enthusiasts. Zoe was clad in a black leather halter dress and 4” pumps bought for her by Julian.
As soon as Zoe and Teresa entered the first crowded room, submissive males who begged them to whip or spank them or let them worship their feet surrounded them. Zoe declined all offers, not feeling the slightest bit dominant in spite of her outfit. Teresa took a seat and allowed a slave to adore her 5” heeled, thigh-high boots. Zoe left her to wander around the room and stare in wonder at the floggings, wax drippings and stringent bondage positions being tried out on willing submissives.
Many of the players were situated on the wrong side of 40, with scary physiques. The scenes in which they were participating did not arouse Zoe, but she appreciated the whole on a Diane Arbus level and found herself amused for a half hour before going to seek out Teresa again. But as she made her way through the room to find her friend she was struck by the entrance of Julian Honeywell with Gloria Lindstrom in tow.
Gloria was every bit as striking as her photograph and was in fact clad in the same custom corset she had worn while posing for it. Her heels were even higher than Zoe’s and both her bosom and bottom were completely exposed. She seemed in a trance as Julian led her through the room by a leash attached to a studded dog collar that encircled her throat. Her eyes never left the ground before her and her posture was all compliance.
Zoe darted behind a pillar before they passed and watched them from this vantage point. The view of Gloria from the rear was nothing if not daunting, with her long legs and smooth round cheeks so exquisitely set off by the hip length corset.
Zoe’s heart pounded as she watched her beautiful rival follow her lover through the room. They stopped at a raised platform that Julian mounted, pulling Gloria behind him. Upon this platform stood a wooden X-frame to which leather cuffs had been attached. Julian put Gloria’s wrists and ankles into the cuffs, spreading her legs well apart as he did. Then he took up a long, multi-thonged, leather flogger and began to lightly feather her bottom, gradually increasing his tempo and the force with which he was wielding the whip.
Zoe watched in distraught fascination as the whipping progressed, able to observe Gloria’s face each time the lashes struck. The model appeared in a reverie as people gathered to watch. The blonde girl looked very submissive indeed, with a soft, babyish quality to her skin and even a slight suggestion of voluptuousness around the tummy, buttocks and thighs that hadn’t appeared in the photo she’d sent. Even so, it was difficult to ascertain whether Julian was having a good time.
“What a handsome man,” Teresa remarked to Zoe when she found her observing the pair on the platform. ”He seems somehow familiar.”
“I’m not surprised. That’s the one who’s tape you sent me.
Remember?”
“Oh yes! The Beverly Hills doctor. Whatever happened with you two?”
“We’ve been seeing each other.”
“So what’s he doing here with the princess?”
“You know her?”
“Gloria? Sure, she’s pretty much this year’s sub.”
“Is she a pro?”
“Oh, I should think so.”
“She answered his Matchmakers ad.”
“Really? She must be looking for a master.”
“Have you ever talked to her?”
“We’ve worked together on a couple of video shoots. She’s adorable but not terribly bright. She can take plenty of whipping though. Great pain tolerance. Loves to be gagged. Into suspension bondage and ripe for piercing.”
“I’m sure
