015-Coffee and Kink

Nights spent in hotels always played havoc with Sadie's sleep pattern and in that respect this trip was turning out to be no different from its predecessors. After the long hours of meetings and networking she was usually too tired to go to bed early but the thought of propping up the hotel bar on her own while fending off unwanted attentions left her cold. She fell into the habit of late night or early morning walks as a form of escape as well as a means of tiring her out. By the time she returned to her hotel room, she was sometimes too tired to even undress. Occasionally she just fell into bed moments before her alarm clock pulled her back into the real world.

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Checking her schedule Sadie was happy to see she had a rare free afternoon after the morning's meetings ended. Gingerly she lifted the card Master Zane had flung at her after their latest session. "I think you will find this to your liking, make sure you pay it a visit!' he had sneered before exiting her apartment in his usual brusque manner. Again Sadie was left to contemplate just what kind of relationship, if indeed it could be called that, she shared with this man.

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The Covent Garden address staring back at her from the card rang a vague bell. A quick check through an online map of the area confirmed it was only a few blocks from her hotel, easily within walking distance. An hour later Sadie was dressed for her visit, from the knee-high black boots all the way up to the sheer white blouse, Sadie was stunning. The short black skirt fitted her like a glove, accentuating her womanly curves. The black stockings and suspender belt gave her that luminous I've-got-a-secret-glow. The black and scarlet trimmed bra emphasized her already generous breasts. Walking to her destination the exaggerated sway of her hips and jiggle of her breasts attracted interest from both sexes. Sadie secretly enjoyed the attention but the butterflies floating in her stomach told her it was just the beginning.

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At first glance the venue appeared to be a comfy basement coffee house, but appearances can be deceiving. 'Coffee, Cake & Kink provided far more than just a caffeine fix. For starters, there were all manner of erotic photograph exhibitions lining various walls, erotic art, gifts, music on display and kinky magazines for those who required them. Sadie was overawed at the sheer size of the place and assumed it was an old warehouse which had been converted. Giant untreated beams supported the high ceilings and the track lighting as it made various parts as bright as day while other sections remained as dark as a dungeon.

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Sadie noticed a few vacant tables near the serving area and headed over that way noting the various groups of two's and three's as she nervously made her way through the maze. The atmosphere around her seemed heavy with anticipation. Engrossed in her surroundings Sadie jumped startled when a waitress appeared at her side with a menu in hand before she was even seated. A blush quickly suffuses Sadie's cheeks as she takes in the waitresses attire, in fact, she may well have been naked for all the uniform concealed of her modesty. The leather collar was the next thing to capture Sadie's attention; she made a mental note to check out the sales area before she left today. Maybe she would surprise Master Zane with something unexpected; it was high time she turned the tables on him. The waitress kept her eyes lowered to the ground as she handed over the menu. Wanting time to people watch, Sadie ordered a class of the house white hoping it would help quell her jangling nerves. She could only hope she looked and sounded more confident than she felt.

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Sipping her drink Sadie concentrated upon observing her dining companions. It was surprising to her just how many people had black outfits, or next to nothing on. Short skirts showcased sexy long legs. See-through or open blouses presented a head-spinning panorama of breasts and nipples. Sadie rarely went braless as her unrestrained breasts attracted too much attention while alerting everyone to her heightened sense of arousal.

Beginning to feel self-conscious and somewhat vulnerable Sadie orders the strawberries and cream along with another glass of house white. A short time later she calls for the bill so she can turn her attention to the photo and art arrayed walls. A series of erotic sketches take her fancy. Charcoal depictions of naked females in the throes of orgasm interest her significantly less than those where the subject is subdued with ropes and bonds. She found herself especially drawn to a blindfolded female – restrained and gagged. Was this really what she wanted, needed and craved? Unnoticed by the crowd, Sadie blushed a deeper shade of crimson.

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An elaborate display of blindfolds, gags, leg spreaders, leather restraints, whips and floggers captivated her so much she failed to realize someone was beside her until he spoke.

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"If those interest you – please follow me. We have additional items on display. I can show you the best range of leather goods in Europe," he confidently stated.

Sadie hesitated. This was it; she either went with the flow or turned and ran wondering what might have been.

"Yes, I would like to see whatever you have," her face growing hotter with each word, as were her nether regions.

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But it had no detectable effect on her new companion. He just turned and led her deeper into a darkened, secluded area of the basement. The vast range of items amazed Sadie and had her excitedly caressing each one in turn. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, the heady scent of the new leather was as intoxicating as its feel. A blindfold caught her eye – so obviously, that she nodded eagerly when asked if she wanted to try it on.

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The moment it covered her eyes, a different Sadie emerged. The darkness chilled her. She lost her sense of balance, swayed on her high heeled boots and had to be steadied. His hands upon her bare tingling flesh took her to a new level. Fear and a sense of displacement overtook her and she ripped it off to the assistant's amusement.

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Unperturbed he took leather wrist cuffs and proffered them to her – Sadie tentatively raised her hands allowing him to attach one then the other. Before she could protest he placed a leather collar around her neck, a leather slave collar fully lined and edged with a soft cloth hide. She liked this so much she decided there and then this would be one of her purchases. Just as she opened her mouth to suggest he undo the cuffs, he inserted a ball gag into her mouth. Aware now she could not make much noise a deeper fear settled over Sadie. A well founded fear as a chain was attached to the collar and the blindfold replaced. Each invasion unsettled Sadie more, increasing her fear. But she couldn't deny her arousal was growing in equal measures. Rough hands dragged her skirt up over her ass and the black thong down. Her words of protest were lost behind the gag. It wasn't supposed to be like this. She had only wanted to look and maybe buy some new toys to surprise Master Zane, preferably to be used in the safety and privacy of her own home.

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The hands moved, this time they reached under her skirt, fingers hooking around the flimsy scrap of material that passed for a thong, dragging it down her legs and off. She was unceremoniously turned around; strong, capable hands forced her to bend over so a plug could be inserted into her defenseless ass. Pain almost doubled her over as the tears began to stream down her face. Sadie tried to stay perfectly still, because the slightest movement sent shockwaves of pain through her body. The humiliation was just as bad as she couldn't cover herself, Sadie was acutely aware her body was open for all to see. And that wasn't the worst part. She could feel the wetness accumulating between her legs, her outer lips puffy and gaping, and her arousal there for all to witness. She attempted to close her legs to hide her nakedness. In the instant she realized her legs were free, it was too late; cuffs were attached to her ankles. Mercifully she could still keep her legs together to cover herself.

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The hands came back again, forcing her legs apart increasing her humiliation. A bar was inserted between her legs, making it impossible for her to close them again. Pain invaded her body from every direction. She tried to balance herself, but when the chain was dragged Sadie instantly stumbled forward with no option but to go where she was lead. There was barely time for her fear to turn to terror, before she was shoved up against a cold, stone wall. Another chain was passed through her wrist cuffs then quickly drawn up overhead. Sadie was unable to move without the restraints chaffing her flesh. The buttons of her blouse were undone and her bra pulled down underneath her breasts so clamps could be fixed to her nipples. She cried out in pain, as the metal teeth bit into each tender bud, her muscles stretched taut as every fiber of her being screamed out for this to end. The next indignity was worse than the previous. With the spreader in place, Sadie was unable to protect herself from prying fingers. She screamed behind the gag as a large unfamiliar object was shoved deep into her exposed pussy – it was hard and cold but no worse than any of her own vibrators. The indignity was – it was done to her by other people against her will! But was it really against her will? Had she not known exactly what this place was from the moment she entered?

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Sadie was torn out of her thoughts when the intrusive device began to pulse, and then vibrate. When it suddenly stopped she was unsure whether she wanted it to or not. Then, without warning the throbbing started up again. Sadie tried to close her legs but could not move an inch in any direction. Instead more delicious sensations coursed through her bound body. She had two alternatives – fight every invasion or simmer down and go with the flow. If the truth be told – deep down on some level she had enjoyed every moment of it so far. The fear was manageable as long as she didn't allow the panic to overtake her. Oh god, if her colleagues and associates could see her now!

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Click! Click! Oh no! They were taking photos. She heard the distinct whirr of a video camera starting up. Someone was filming her. What if the photos were seen by anyone form her company? She would lose her reputation. The humiliation would be unbearable. She would never be able to face her colleagues again as the rumors' spread. Her life as she knew it would be over. The invasive toy started pulsing again and Sadie was sent spinning over the edge. Her orgasm washed over her with mind shattering ferocity, ripping through every fiber of her being. She felt alive – she felt vibrant.

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As she slumped exhausted against the chains they suddenly gave. The cuffs around her wrists were removed; blood began to flow through the sore muscles. Sadie thought she could detect footsteps fading away into the distance. She dragged on the chain which came away instantly and Sadie was able to free her hands. She pulled the blindfold away and found herself to be alone in a darkened area not unlike a dungeon. The nipple clamps were the first to go – leaving scratches behind on her reddened nipples. Sadie had to bite back another yelp of pain as the blood rushed back into them. She then extracted the toy from her wet hole and pushed out the butt plug. The release was glorious, instantaneous and almost enough to make her climax again. The leg restraints came away with ease. Sadie adjusted her clothing, righted her bra and pulled her skirt down. But there was no sign of her thong anywhere. No matter she would enjoy the freedom as well as the thrill and no one would know anyway.

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Then she spied the photographs. There were approximately 10 of them sitting on the bench. She looked around but could find no film. Sadie sorted through the photos gazing in amazement at the images in front of her. They heightened her pleasure all over again. This indeed was what she had wanted. She looked amazing. Her partial nakedness, the restraints, the blindfold – the humiliation was delicious and very addictive she was coming to realize. These photos would take pride of place in an album she would make for Master Zane, permanent reminders of her ground-breaking experience. It was then she saw the note and embossed bag. Everything was hers to keep. She could use the bag to carry them. And if she chose to leave an address of her choice with any staff member the film would be couriered to it within 48 hours. She could leave when she was ready. They hoped she had enjoyed her experience with them and would 'cum' again. A black business card embossed with four inch gold leaf lettering, a mask and whip announced, 'Coffee, Cake & Kink."

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