Used in the Men's Room
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				Title: <strong>Used in the Men's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>js207</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 11:16:33</strong>
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				<div align="center">OOC thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142609.0)</div><div align="center">Setup and plot overview (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141947)</div><br>The redhead strode confidently into the bar, smiling slightly as heads turned to admire her latex-clad figure. The four inch heels put her just over 5'6", enough to look serious without sticking out, while the dark blue latex hugged and enhanced her modest but unmistakeable curves, but somehow it was her confident, even commanding presence that really made an impression.<br><br>Her cool blue-green eyes scanned the room: no sign of her new slavegirl yet. It was the new girl's first time at a fetish club with her, and being late earned her a punishment before she'd even arrived. Would she at least be brave and obedient enough to arrive in the outfit she'd been ordered to, or dig herself even deeper by disobeying? Either way, the redhead reflected to herself as she ordered a cold soft drink - always keep a clear head, her instincts reminded her - she'd be having fun with the girl: punishing her harshly for disobedience, or exploiting the obedience to humiliate the girl.<br><br>(http://2thumb.skins.be/2/0/2/6/6/046giliananderson8ca.jpg) (http://image.skins.be/20266/046giliananderson8ca/)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Used in the Men's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whtbitch4u2own</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 18:10:41</strong>
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				Zoey had recently gotten into a relationship with this woman who is a bit older than her and whom she is learning to address her as her ‘Mistress’. Being a college student, she finds it difficult to give her enough time but tries her best since she loves to spend time with her. The way the redheaded woman claims her as her property give her chills along with thrill it brings her into her.<br><br>She always relied on her superior figure; starting from her father and then her brothers. When she came to college, miles away from home sweet home, she found herself struggling until she met her at one of the club parties she attends in city. They hit it off in the beginning but her being a bit conservative, she showed Zoey how she must behave. Zoey wanting to learn, she picked up things pretty fast and still has many things to learn yet so keeps herself devoted to her mistress.<br><br><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Zoey</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1141.photobucket.com/albums/n593/leo19831/VL/265949_230235646999395_153090184713942_786726_5293362_o.jpg)</div></div></div>It was that Friday night, the day she usually makes herself free for her Mistress and tonight she was running little late than usual because of an exam she had in one of her classes. On top of that, she was suppose to dress properly in something that her Mistress had gave her some money for and asked her to buy a certain outfit but with lack of time, she couldn’t. She bought a blue T and a simple, plain black shorts along with a metal buckled belt instead of a leather shorts for which she was paid for and told to dress in. She was in hurry and didn't pay heed to her request and put on this close enough dress which she thought it may work. She stood at 5'5" with 4 inches long black heels adding to her height, and weighed about 115 lbs with slender long legs. Her mid back length black hair meshed&nbsp; together neatly in a side pony and her deep bluish grayish colored eyes added more to her beauty, accentuating her white complexion further. She didn’t know what this place was and when she got to the address given to her, she walked through the entrance. She realized it was some kind of a fetish club. She looked at her watch and saw she was almost 45 minutes late. Seeing back of a redhead woman with a latex-clad figure facing the entrance, Zoey realized it was her Mistress. Her legs became heavy hoping she would understand why she was late. Stepping up behind her, “Good evening!” with a cheeky smile on her face and a hand on her shoulder to get her attention.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Used in the Men's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>js207</strong> on <strong>24-06-2012, 18:11:23</strong>
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				Feeling the touch on her shoulder, the redhead calmly ignored the girl's presence, studying the reflection in the glass surface behind the bar instead. The impudence of touching her shoulder confirmed the girl didn't yet know her place, but the fact she was 45 minutes late and improperly dressed made it obvious enough.<br><br>After a suitable pause, she turned to face the newcomer with an intimidating glare from those icy blue eyes.<br><br>"Any excuses to offer, before you learn your punishment? I take it you didn't spend the extra time getting changed to comply with my orders..."<br><br>Waiting a moment for her words to sink in, she then continued: "Let's see, girl - which is it, are you too <em>stupid</em> to <em>understand</em> the simplest order, or are you just disobedient?"<br><br>Knowing the importance the girl put on her intelligence and academic achievements, she knew that would sting her ego - which, of course, left only one answer. Her icy mask didn't betray any hint of it, but inwardly she was smiling at the girl's predicament already.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Used in the Men's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whtbitch4u2own</strong> on <strong>28-06-2012, 16:11:09</strong>
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				Seeing a reflection of her in the glass surface, she was assured that was her mistress but then her face turned yellow when she realized she is at fault and she wasn’t too happy with her at the moment. She stood there like a guilty student knowing she was late and failed to follow her orders fully; the one where she had asked her to wear short shorts, a tight top, and a dog collar that she had given her of course.<br><br>She was so caught up with her exam and trying to hurry to this place to meet her without being late; it seems she had forgotten few things here and there. Then it hit her forcing her mind into thinking what is it that she forgot, <em>The dog collar!</em> She hoped that she wouldn’t notice it and let her go off the hook. She will plead to her she thought hoping it may work. She saw her turn around and her cold words made her eyes widen, “N..I mean yes. I had this exa…punishment?” She wondered what she had in mind but it’s always something new and what kind of punishment she may be receiving here in a club like this where people are plenty in numbers. <br><br>She sure wasn’t dumb looking at her grades in her classes and enthusiasm to be the best but luck wasn’t on her side tonight. She had no excuse for her tardy and even if she let her off the hook since she was late because of her exam but what possible explanation can she give for not wearing what she had told her to. She shook her head no and gave her a look as if she was wrong about her being stupid and disobedient. She stuttered trying to explain, “I’m really sorry. This won’t happen again. I promise.” She looked over to people around her and quickly looked down hiding her pleading face softening her voice so only she can hear her.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>js207</strong> on <strong>29-06-2012, 23:44:44</strong>
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				"Late ... disobedient ... and unable even to answer a simple question. You really are special, girl."<br><br>After a moment for the insult to sink in, she seemed to lighten up, showing the friendly side Zoey had spent so many hours chatting to and confiding in online. Sliding a tall glass along the bar to her, a small pool of water around its base from condensation, she continued:<br><br>"Don't worry, I'm sure you can redeem yourself. I ordered you a drink earlier - the ice has all melted by now of course, but it's still quite cool."<br><br>A friendly smile on her lips, she raised her own glass: 'cheers!'
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				Post by: <strong>whtbitch4u2own</strong> on <strong>11-07-2012, 00:37:13</strong>
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				She looked at her as she told her what she was: late, disobedient, and not capable of answering her question. She was speechless hearing her remarks as her heart felt heavy, face growing redder and hotter by each second.<br><br>She raised her eyes once gain to gaze at her and see if she was still mad at her for coming late and not meeting her expectations. She looked at her attentively and soft smile slipped from corner of her lips seeing how she ordered her a drink. She knew she was caring and definitely cared for her but at times she had to punish her for her mistakes.<br><br>She nodded and held her drink in her hand as it wet her fingers a little, “It’s still cold.” With a cheeky smile on her face she spoke, “Cheers. And I really mean it…I am sorry.” She left it at that waiting to see if she is back to her usual self and not mad at her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Used in the Men's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>js207</strong> on <strong>19-07-2012, 17:34:10</strong>
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				The redhead smiled slightly, both at the submissive contrition and the way the girl seemed to have accepted the drink so unquestioningly. The delay was more than enough to guarantee every trace of the powder was fully dissolved, of course, not that this naïve girl would have been aware enough to suspect anything anyway!<br><br>"Bottoms up, as they say! It's called 'bitter' - a bit of an acquired taste, I'm afraid, but it'll seem much sweeter once you've drunk your first."<br><br>The friendly smile as she drained her own glass could almost have been mistaken for something evil ... conspiratorial - but surely not. It's not as if this were a strange man, after all: they both knew plenty of horror stories of men spiking girl's drinks, tying them up and worse, but what could the girl fear from a woman?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Used in the Men's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whtbitch4u2own</strong> on <strong>24-07-2012, 22:34:00</strong>
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				Zoey stood there more relaxed seeing her redhead mistress smile at her from corner of her mouth. She took the glass from her without questioning her bit sipped from it quickly to see what it was. It tasted little odd as she made an unpleasant face, "What is th..." Zoey stopped with an un finished question as her questions were answered before even asking them.<br><br>When she explained that the drink is called 'The bitter' and will taste better later, she drank it down gullibly like a little child and smiled at her. She didn't expect otherwise and why would she; she was with a woman she knows and not some pervert old man. "So this is the first time we've ever come to this place. It seems like some exotic club..." she moved her head left and right to check it out, "...I'd love to check it out!" she spoke in her thin exciting voice. "I feel more thirsty for some reason...and tired?" she spoke rubbing her throat and took a seat behind her. 
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				Post by: <strong>js207</strong> on <strong>24-07-2012, 23:09:31</strong>
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				Smiling as her new acquisition finally downed the tainted beverage, the redhead relaxed a little and began to explain as she waited for the drugs to kick in.<br><br>"This is one of the biggest fetish clubs in the country - maybe <em>the</em> biggest. This bar is quite tame, compared to the main body back that way," she gestured towards a dark archway. "In fact, they're filming a BDSM gameshow of some sort right now - you can watch it on that screen up there."<br><br>Sure enough, where most bars would have a screen showing football or some other sport, this showed two tightly bound women struggling against vicious rope work. Even with the revealing outfits and cruel predicament, people seemed to be paying little attention: easily explained by this being a live show from elsewhere in the building - no doubt anyone interested would have gone to join the audience and see the action in person.<br><br>"Jealous, girl?" she asked, pointing to the bound, sweating performers on screen - knowing what she had in mind for Zoe, but with only vague theories about how the girl might react and how Felina and her rival might suffer later. All three would hate their ordeals, no doubt; Felina's fame was such everyone knew she was an experienced bondage and escapology star, but how would that blonde girl and Zoe cope? How long before one or other chickened out and tried to safeword, begging for her freedom?<br><br>The redhead stifled a chuckle at that, wary of tipping the silly girl off to her fate before the drugs could kick in and render her completely vulnerable for the next stage. In this club, a bit of force and struggling wouldn't be out of place, but it would be a nuisance at best. Just another couple of minutes, she thought, patting her big bag of evil equipment.
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				Post by: <strong>whtbitch4u2own</strong> on <strong>03-08-2012, 17:17:19</strong>
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				She thought she got off easy with her coming in late and partially following her command but didn’t know that the worst was yet to come. She chugged down her drink which her mistress secretly waited for. She looked at her as her eyes widen, “The biggest fetish club? Sounds exciting! A gameshow?” her eyes wandered to where she pointed on the screen where they were showing what was happening in the show at the moment.<br><br>She felt weird as she held a rail along the bar. She wasn’t feeling good and she knew she didn’t have much to drink either. She felt her legs get heavy so sat herself on a stool behind her. She closed her eyes and sat as if she was drunk but trying not to show that to her mistress or she’ll think the little girl has no tolerance to alcohol at all.<br><br>She smiled, “Quite an interesting place this is. So these two bound women are from audience or just performers?” she asked curiously before adding, “I can never imagine me in that place. Probably not for me.” She made an unpleasant face, “Jealous? Me? No. I do feel bad for that poor girl though. She kind of looks like someone who deserved it…” she snickered looking back at her mistress. Zoe felt really hard to keep her eyes open and it felt like as if she had not gotten any sleep for 3 days as her head hurt like there's no tomorrow; at the same time, she felt lack of energy as if someone had sucked it all out. She spoke in broken little sentences, "Uummm I don’t feel g..?" wincing her eyes and rubbing them and she was able to see better, "It feels weird?" she said fixing her hair still coming out of that deep drunk state of some sort. She suggested resting her hand on her mistress’s shoulder, “Can we head home? I can snuggle up with you in your bed and go to sleep. I don’t feel good.” She said leaning into her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Used in the Men's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gaggedLouise</strong> on <strong>04-08-2012, 00:57:33</strong>
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				As an occasional visitor to the Fetish Fun Palace (as she sometimes jokingly called it) and picker up of them kinky kuntacts, Adrienne had seen some wannabe Dommes swinging their butts on the barstools, but the redhead woman seemed to be the real deal, although her girl was oddly out of dresscode. Either the girl was ill or she didn't know what was expected within the s/m lifestyle. Sashaying along the bar a little bit away, Adrienne tried to size up who the two were and at the same time get over the snubbing remarks she had gotten from a woman at the ladies' room half an hour before. "So you're pretending to be one of the gals?" the chick had said, "with that dragging skirt and an overthick eyeliner? You Lady Gaga or something? Just some cheesy drag queen, I tell you" and she had basically pointed her out of the room, out of the women's preserve.<br><br>Being rejected and laughed at for her efforts to pass as a woman had hurt, and Adrienne had taken a quick, critical look at herself in the mirror of a hallway, picked up the eyeliner and the lipstick to refine her appearance. Tightening the skirt and adjusting her breast fill-ins, she had returned to the main floor, which was getting nice and thick with people. She took a look at the contest of the two bound escape artists showing on the video screen. Felina seemed to be sneezing somehow, her eyes dripping and her face matted with sweat and droplets of snot, it looked difficult considering the rigid hogtie she was in, while the other contender was kneeling at a wooden frame, like a praying chair, ring gagged and trying to break out of strict ropes on her arms and waist. <br><br>She took her gaze off the video scvreen and noticed that the younger girl in the lanky, cheaper outfit was falling asleep, leaning at the chest of the Domme, who seemed to be reaching for something in her handbag. Their eyes met and for some reason Adrienne felt that she wanted to know where the pair were heading. She sauntered over to them, her hips swinging. "Hello, your girl seems a bit sleepy!" she offered, smiling. "If you took her here to dance it might have been the wrong night...should we try to wake her?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Used in the Men's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>js207</strong> on <strong>04-08-2012, 11:33:16</strong>
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				The woman smiled enigmatically at the newcomer. "Don't worry, she just struggled a bit with her first taste of bitter. I'll take her to the bathroom ... this lot'll help train her to handle bitter tastes better..."<br><br>With that, she hopped athletically down off her bar stool and took a firm grip on the semiconscious girl. "Bring that along, would you?" she instructed the newcomer as she lifted her victim to her feet, gesturing to a large sports bag that had been sitting by her feet. Without waiting for an answer - clearly accustomed to being obeyed - she set off half-carrying the girl towards the bathrooms.<br><br>As usual, the women's bathroom had a long line waiting outside, making it slightly less incongruous that she headed into the men's instead: the line was long enough, and the club open-minded enough, that one or two others coming and going from that facility were obviously female. She hadn't been there to witness the hostile reaction poor Adrienne had received from the women, but knew the place well enough to be confident they wouldn't be ejected from this one, even without knowing that Adrienne was better qualified to use these particular facilities than she appeared at first glance.<br><br>Given the kinky nature of the venue, it was well equipped for use beyond the typical facilities. With the confidence of a regular, she headed for the large open shower area off to one side. The various wall and floor mounted restraints made it obvious this was no vanilla shower facility. Dumping the helpless girl dismissively in a small puddle, she turned to retrieve her bag from Adrienne to begin the next phase of her evil plan.
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