"Exciting, hmm? I'm glad you think so." Nancy smiled a wicked smile at Kim. "You are so sweet, and so innocent. Well hopefully I can educate you a little bit." She glanced at her watch. It was 01:54. She Raised a hand to get Rita's attention, pointed at Kim, made a crossing motion with her hands, to indicate that the girl was to be allowed to remain. Just then the music died and the lights on the dance floor turned white. There was a collective moan from the club-goers. The bartender was pulling down the shutters. The DJ announced, "That's it for tonight ladies and gents. The bar is now closed. You have five minutes drinking-up time, please find your partners and designated drivers and make your way to the exits, thank you!" The exit signs that had been glowing a soft green all evening began flashing orange. "Wait here, gorgeous. I need to do my rounds."<br/><br/>She kissed Kim hard on the mouth, and walked away, heading first to the ladies then the gents, making sure there was no-one hiding in them, locking the doors to each as she came out. Then with Help from Rita and the guys from outside, they slowly herded the revellers out of the club.<br/><br/>With the last one gone and the doors locked, Nancy returned to the bar where her conquest was waiting. "Come on then, sexy lady. We go out the back door. It's a short walk to my place from here." She led Kim out the back, into a small service yard, then down an alley beside the club and into the street. It had happened, just once, that she'd caught some bastard trying to rape a girl in that alley. The police had quite happily accepted her story that he had tripped and hit his head, managing to break two ribs and a wrist in the process. Exactly how he got his cock caught in the glass bin was not something anyone had an explanation for, but the victim's testimony that he was trying to rape her and Nancy had come to her rescue was good enough!<br/><br/>That was several years ago and the alley was perfectly safe now. Word got around, plus there were low-light cameras there now.<br/><br/>As they walked, Nan put an arm around Kim's back, pulling her close. "So, do you know what BDSM is? Well I'll tell you. It's a kinky form of sex that goes from very mild through to very very extreme. As you're new to it, I'll be starting you off with the mild stuff. It stands for Bondage and Discipline, Domination and Submission, Sadism and Masochism. So technically it's BDDSSM, but that's awkward. The things are paired. Bondage means tying up or confining, Discipline is doing what you are told, obaying the rules even when not tied up. Domination is me being in charge of you in every way, and Submission is you giving me that control. Sadism is taking  pleasure, sexual or otherwise, from dominating another - not just inflicting pain, although that can be a part of it, and Masochism is taking pleasure, sexual or otherwise, from submitting to another. Again, having pain inflicted can be part of it."<br/><br/>She explained this as they walked, paying attention to their surroundings, but equally taking note of Kim's body language, and glancing at her face at crucial moments to check her expression. "As you might have guessed, I'm very much a dominant, and I'm wanting to make you my sweet sexy submissive. But first there's some rules you need to know." They reached the block of flats where Nancy lived and the bouncer paused, unlocked the door and led Kim into the lobby. "I'm two floors up. I usually take the stairs but we can use the lift if you prefer."<br/><br/>On the way up, Nancy explained the rules. "Firstly, if you say you don't like something or beg me to stop, I will ignore you. That's part of the game, you see. If you want me to stop, you say 'Red red red', like that. Or, if you're uncomfortable with something, and want to talk about that, but otherwise want to keep going, you say "Yellow yellow", like that. Got that?" She paused outside her door, making sure that Kim understood. "Okay." She unlocked the door and let Kim enter the flat. "Next rule is, if I don't stop when you say the safe words, you call the police and have me arrested, okay? Because I will stop, okay? But the next rule is, you get three yellows and one red per evening. Your fourth yellow is actually a red. And a red stops everything, I untie you and take you home. Clear? Good."<br/><br/>The flat was quite large, well furnished, if somewhat militaristic in its style. The lounge had a picture window that looked out towards the English Channel, a large flat screen TV on one wall and a computer in the opposite corner. a long low table in the middle of the floor was glass topped, the settee was black leather and there was a sheepskin rug on the floor.<br/><br/>Off the lounge a kitchen-diner area was separated by a breakfast bar, the kitchen having all the usual appliances one would expect when there was no separate utility room. On the other side of the lounge a door led to a short hallway. Off this were the bathroom that was actually a wetroom, a big open shower having no curtain or door, a toilet on the opposite wall next to a wash basin, and a sunken bathtub in the corner oposite the door. The next door was a small airing cupboard and utility closet, then the two bedrooms. The first was actually the bedroom Nancy slept in, the second was her 'play room'.<br/><br/>In the lounge, Nancy kicked off her shoes and smiled warmly at her prey. "The last rule is that, unless you are going to use a safeword, you must do everything I tell you straight away and without question, and you must not object to anything I do to you. If you hesitate, complain, or in any other way displease me, I will punish you. Is that clear?"