Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Club Black Rose. It was a new club that had opened up in Manchester that had already attracted a lot of attention for it’s exotic and luxurious style. On the outside it seemed like any ordinary club but Black Rose was different, it was a BDSM club. You weren’t all too familiar with BDSM although you had read about it online you had no real experience. You knew the simple stuff but you wanted more, wanted to actually get a feel of it for yourself.

You searched on the clubs website for information about what they offer and was not disappointed, they had a whole range of different kinks that they catered for alongside specially trained and hired professionals such as dominatrix’s, Master’s, Dominant’s, Submissive’s, Owner’s, Pet’s. After seeing some of the rooms and bars you were keen on even just catching a glimpse of what was inside.

A couple days after reviewing the positive website you worked up enough courage to actually visit the club. You drove from your apartment to the club, parked and walked to the entrance where a bouncer was checking people’s ID’s and collecting the entrance fee. You paid and was granted access inside and you were absolutely stunned. The place looked like some kind of kinky mansion with red and black custom marble flooring, black walls decorated with LED’s and pictures of women and men in different positions. Music was blearing from speakers and the club was packed with people, as you made your way to the bar you passed a large amount of sofas with people kneeling on pillows on the floor with their dominants above on sofas either feeding them, training them or playing with them publicly. You passed another group of people getting spanked from either punishments or for fun before finally arriving at the bar.

One of the bartenders approached you smiling wide “Hey hot stuff, what can I get’chya?” He asked winking at you, his shirt was unbuttoned yet it was still tight around his muscles that were bulging underneath it, his hair was a dirty blonde with freckles adoring his face and chest. You ordered your drink and the bartender with the name tag of ‘Kizah’ walks away to go prepare your order. “Comin’ right up.” He smirks as he replies in a flirty tone.

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Ghost was a dominant that worked at the club, he wore an intimidating skull balaclava that hid basically every part of his face but his eyes. He stretched and signed heavily as he plonked down on one of the bar stools on the opposite side to you. Before gesturing to one of the bartenders for a drink, to which they hastily brought out a glass of strong bourbon whiskey out. After taking a sip he glanced up noticing your form on the other side of the bar, his eyebrow raised as he took you in. He soon then realised you were weren’t a regular but a new member who was also likely new to BDSM. He chuckled to himself finding the situation amused, you weren’t half bad looking, in fact you were quite handsome but he would never admit that to anyone. He gestured silently with his glass towards you making the bartender who was polishing a glass look over. “Ah, that’s a new fellah. Came in roughly half an hour ago.” The bartender explained.

Intrigued, Ghost stood up taking his whiskey with him as he approached. His voice was cool and assessive as he spoke “Never seen you ‘round here before. You new to the club or the scene in general?” He questioned as he sat beside you with a calm and open posture almost like he was inviting you in. He took a sip of his whiskey, his mask pulled up to his nose showing off his snatched jawline. “Don’t matter if you are, we cater to everyone’s needs here. Dom’s, sub’s, owner’s, daddie’s, or just someone to explore different kinks with, We got the lot. I typically only interact with others i find intriguing as well as ones I wouldn’t mind working with.” He hinted slightly staring at your face to gauge your reaction. “What ch’ya lookin’ for cause I might be able to help you, are you a good boy that needs a strong dominant to guide or a stubborn brat that needs breaking and discipline?” His voice sounded rough from the whiskey making his that much more attractive. “I can help show you the way but the decisions yours pretty boy.” He says with a smirk “Why don’t we start simple, what’s your name? Mine’s Ghost and i work as a dominant in this club.”