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The Bondage Questions

Part 1 of 3: The Big Interview

Early morning.

An empty restaurant had always been Julia's favorite place to conduct an in-depth interview, since the atmosphere was so relaxed. She was friends with the restaurant owner, who allowed her to conduct private interviews there, while the staff prepped in the kitchen.

Julia and her guest sat at a dining table which had drinks and a few breakfast pastries arranged. She had papers in front of her, interview questions, and a few research documents. There was also a recorder.

The man was much older than she was. He had a stern face and dressed with class. He had a sophisticated demeanor about him.

"You know, it's nice to chat with a real journalist for once," Louis said. "Not some blogger or someone who hides behind a screen."

"I used to be a blogger. These days, many new journalists have backgrounds in blogging."

"Times are changing. I must be getting old."

"Are you ready to begin?" Julia asked.

"I thought we already started."

Julia hit the record button.

"So, Louis, how does it feel being the most hated man in the city?" she asked bluntly, with a slightly cheeky tone.

He couldn't help but laugh. "Is that what I am? I thought that title was reserved for criminals and politicians?"

"Well, according to the local media, it's you."

"Aren't you part of that same media?" Louis asked.

"I'm just a woman who writes."

"Hopefully you won't write a hatchet piece about my character."

"That depends," she replied. "If you give me anything to hatchet, I'll do it. If not, the article might be a positive spin for you."

"So you're a typical member of the media, it seems."

"If you think so, then why did you agree to this interview?"

"You have a pretty face. Looking at you is a great way to start my morning."

Julia sharpened her gaze. "So, let's get to the point. Tell me a little bit about yourself."

"I'm an ordinary man with expensive taste. But I'm not the story. You want to know about the sex club."

"Fine. Tell me about that. How did it start?"

Louis collected his thoughts. "The club itself was not my creation. The original club was a high-end place in New York City, where socialites and the rich can go to fulfill their darkest fantasies. All in privacy, of course. The owner is a beautiful woman in her late 50's. She inherited wealth. And she wanted to do something meaningful with her money. That's why she opened the bondage club. A place where people can go without being judged. I won't go into unnecessary detail, but she was my submissive. She later hired me to be a dom at the club."

There was a brief pause as he took a drink and collected his thoughts.

He continued, "After a while, I was bored of New York. You see, I've always been a traveler. I've traveled my whole life. I never stop. She understood this. And when I told her I was moving to this city, she mentioned that she had real estate out here. She was interested in creating a franchise of bondage clubs. And so she asked me to get involved."

"Why would this woman ask you to open a bondage club for her? She knows that you like to travel."

"Because I have experience with business. And she trusts me with her money. We were close. We still are. Also, I have the option to leave whenever I want. Someone will take over when I'm gone."

"This doesn't sound like it's motivated entirely by money," Julia noted. "It sounds like there's more to it."

"Correct. It's not necessarily about money. It's about providing a chance for like-minded people to explore. Or curious-minded people. Anyone. Anyone with a dark fantasy. Bdsm, s & m, whatever the hell you want to call it. We provide that platform to consenting adults."

"But critics say that you provide a platform for abuse."

"And who are these critics?" he scoffed. "What the hell do they know?"

"Well, the critics are a certain segment of this city's population, along with a few local politicians and members of the media."

"Let's not forget a few community leaders and members of the religious right-wing."

"Them too," she added.

"All I can say is that we've obtained the necessary permits. It's our right to open this club. Adults have the right to explore their bodies and desires."

"But critics would say that your wealthy 'friend' from New York had bribed certain officials to get those permits."

Louis gave a clever smile. "I wouldn't know anything about that."

"Of course not," Julia said with a hint of playful sarcasm.

"Look, the reason I'm doing this interview is because I'm well aware that the club has generated some negative publicity. I think that's unfortunate. I really do. We are not the deviants that people say we are. We have doctors, lawyers, small business owners, church goers, you name it."

"So you actually care about your image. And the image of your club."

Louis nodded. "That's why I'm here. I don't like to see our clients being vilified for doing what they enjoy."

"Very well. Tell me about your club then. What's it like?"

"It's a small two-story building. Fully renovated. It has a state-of-the-art design and modern surroundings. It's a classy place. You'd be surprised. We have rooms for just about everything."

"Define everything."

"Everything means we have rooms for bondage, whips, spankings, group sex, everything..."

Julia gave a slow uncomfortable nod. "I see."

"Does this bother you."

"Not at all."

"You seem uneasy about this," Louis noted.

"Please, I've covered a lot of things in this city."

"Including sex?"

"No. Your story would be the first to include sex."

He gave a suave smile. "Writing about sex is much different than covering politics or local stories. It's a lot more exciting. More fun. Isn't it?"

"I try to approach each story the same way. With a fair & open mind."

"Do you normally do all your interviews like this? Face to face in an empty restaurant."

"It depends," Julia replied.

"On?"

"On who I'm interviewing. If I'm interviewing a local politician, I would go to their office and we'd talk. Then I'd write the story later."

"That sounds like a good plan," Louis noted. "Send me a message and we'll continue this interview at the club. I'll give you a personal tour."

Louis prepared to leave, and Julia looked peeved.

"You know, I don't have to do this. My editor suggested this story."

"I think you'll want to," Louis replied.

"And why is that?"

"Because you've already gotten this far. And I think this is a story you want to pursue."

With that, Louis got up and left the empty restaurant. The only thing Julia could do was turn the recorder off and wonder whether she had just wasted her time.

***

Being a journalist was in her blood.

Julia's mother was a news anchor. Her father was a segment producer for a rival network. They met at a party and the rest was history.

Growing up, it was an easy decision for Julia to be interested in the news business. She grew up hearing about it during household discussions. Plus, it helped that Julia was a curious girl. And she was a smart girl too. Her grades were always good and she excelled in writing.

With a curious mind and a family trait, she majored in journalism while in college. She knew it was right for her.

During college, she had a few small internships. Nothing major, but it was enough to give her valuable experience. After graduating, she spent a few years as an editor, before eventually becoming a writer for a major newspaper.

That was largely thanks to her parents' connections, which helped Julia land big interviews with local politicians and business leaders. It was good for everyone. Julia got to write big important stories. And the politicians and business leaders had positive press coverage.

Her goal was success. She wanted to write nationally for a major website or magazine. Maybe she would cover politics or pop culture. Maybe both. All she needed was the right story to break into the mainstream...

***

When she returned to her small downtown apartment, Julia listened to the recording of her interview with Louis. She sat down in front of her computer and tried typing.

The opening paragraphs were always the easiest. She wrote about the controversy surrounding the new sex club, and the 'mystery man' behind it all. Writing the body of the article was much harder. There wasn't enough information from the interview. She needed more.

She leaned back on her chair to relax for a moment. She looked at the different files on her desk and the pictures on her wall.

There were other stories she could write about. There was plenty of controversy and bad news in the city. But all of those stories were routine. It was Louis's story that was interesting. It was Louis's story that people were talking about.

She was lucky enough to nab an interview with him, and she was worried that he might eventually go to another reporter.

Julia thought about her goal of working for a national outlet. She needed a big story to do that, and Louis's story might have been it.

She took out his business card and looked at his email address. She kept thinking to herself, wondering if it was a good idea.

Part 2 of 3: Our Privacy is Valued

Early morning, days later. The bondage club was much nicer than Julia had expected. It was located on a quiet street on the outskirts of downtown. Outside of the building looked bland, but that was to avoid unwanted attention.

Inside, there was a receptionist and a beautiful lounge. Whoever did the interior decorating had modern taste, she thought.

The receptionist gave Julia the easy directions to the office.

She went alone. She was nervous, wondering if she would see anything obscene on the way to Louis's office. But to her surprise, there was nothing obscene. Most of the doors were closed. Hardly anyone was around, which shouldn't have been a surprise, since it was early in the morning. Who goes to a sex club in the morning?

And the people Julia encountered looked like staff or people cleaning the place. It appeared like a professionally run business.

It wasn't hard to find the office. The door was open and she saw Louis sitting behind the desk. They made eye contact and smiled.

"The office look doesn't suit you," Julia said jokingly.

"Which is why I'm not the corporate type. But, someone has to do it. And I'm the unfortunate soul."

Louis stood up and went to Julia.

"Aren't we going to do a sit-down interview?" she asked.

"I think it's best if I give you a tour. That way, you can see exactly what I'm talking about. And you can take notes if you wish."

"That sounds good."

"I hope you remembered that recorders aren't allowed here. It's a strict policy we abide by."

She reached in her purse and took out a notepad. "I remembered."

"Excellent. Let's begin the tour."

***

They casual made small talk while walking down the hall. Louis reached for the key in his pocket and opened the door to the main club area. When he turned the lights on, the club was revealed. It was small by most club standards, but it looked effective. The design had a comfortable and vibrant feel to it. Yet there was a darkness to it, the gothic kind. Overall, she was very impressed by the layout of the empty club.

"Gorgeous place," she observed.

"It's amazing what good designers can do. It takes a very special talent."

"What about your talents? You're a professional dom right? Have you always had those set of skills?"

"Not necessarily," he replied after a moment of thought. "No one is a perfect dom from the start. Believe it or not, it takes practice, and experience. But even then, instincts are very important. Not anyone can do it."

"When did you start? How did it happen?"

"In college with a girlfriend. I dated a girl who had dom/sub fantasies, which she learned about from dirty magazines. Her father had a stash of them, and she used to secretly read them. Anyway, she had asked me to try it with her."

"Were you any good?" Julia asked.

"Terrible. I was the worst. I thought everything was about the pain threshold. It was a disaster."

Julia took quick notes.

"I'm assuming that particular relationship didn't last very long," she said.

"Not really. Pain is a very delicate thing."

"So how did you learn the proper way?"

"Several years later, I went to a bondage club near my house. I didn't know what the hell I was doing there. I just wanted to see what it was all about. I didn't know much about doms or subs. But I quickly realized that I didn't like being the sub for a dominatrix. That wasn't for me. I needed to be in control. I had to be the one giving the orders. So I learned."

Julia took more notes.

"You learned from who?"

"A dominatrix who worked there," Louis replied. "I waited outside the club at 3 am. In hindsight, I must have looked like a real creep. I was young, barely a man, but I wanted to learn. I guess she saw something in me, and she decided to be my mentor. The dominatrix taught me everything over the months to come. Little by little. She gave me her knowledge. She taught me the psychology. She was getting older, so I suppose she wanted to pass her knowledge."

Julia took more notes.

"Obviously this knowledge served its purpose."

"I run a successful bdsm club now. I was taught very well."

"Why do some people enjoy this so much?" Julia asked. "For the normal person, how would you explain the appeal of domination & submission?"

"I would explain it like this: Why do married couples love their spouse? Why do people have hobbies? Why do people have goals?"

Julia thought about that statement. "So you're saying, it's something that people naturally have inside of them."

"In a way," he replied. "I can't explain why some women crave to be submissives. But in my experience, there are women with great backgrounds who want nothing more than to be called 'sluts' while on their knees. In privacy, of course."

"Some would call it abuse."

"And sometimes it is. But we don't do that here. We take every precaution to ensure that everything is consensual and willing. We don't tolerate abuse."

"Many of the prominent community leaders say that your sexual practices do contribute to abuse. They say that your club provides an avenue for abusers and sadists to legally hurt people. How do you respond?"

"They're wrong," he bluntly replied.

Julia took notes.

"Can you be more specific?"

"We screen very carefully. I'm a great judge of character. And what you're saying is actually a negative stereotype towards our lifestyle. If it's abuse, then we don't allow it. Unless, of course, the person wants to be abused."

There was a slight smile on Louis's face, which made Julia a little uncomfortable.

"And how do you respond to the allegations that your club is misogynistic towards women?" she asked.

"How so?"

"You keep women tied up, don't you? There have been reports of group encounters and so forth, with women being on the rough end of things."

"First of all, many women that come here want to be tied up and restrained," Louis said. "Secondly, there are men who also want to be restrained. Men and women both enjoy bondage. In a place like this, there are no traditional gender roles. A man could be in charge, or he could be submissive. The same goes for women. We have plenty of dominant women who proudly enslave submissive men."

Julia furiously took notes.

"I see."

"Why don't you come and have a look?"

She raised an eyebrow. "I'm already here."

"I mean at night, when the real action is happening. You'll have so much to write about. And your writing will be authentic because you'll have actually seen the lifestyle."

"I can't."

"You can't, or you won't?"

She crossed her arms to stop the interview. "Look, I'm here to write a story. Please don't be an ass."

"Don't forget, you arranged this interview. You chose to come here today."

"Okay, you're right," she admitted. "But that doesn't mean I want to see, whatever it is you do here."

He nodded, "There's your problem."

"What?"

"You want to write an article about a sex club, and after everything we've discussed, you still have no idea what happens here. That's not the sign of a good journalist, is it?"

She crossed her arms even tighter. Louis had a valid point, and she couldn't deny it.

"Suppose I came to watch," she said. "How would that work?"

"Well, the way our club works is, you can do whatever you want, with whomever you want, in any room. As long as it's consensual, of course."

"And I can just stand back and observe?"

"Observe, participate, whatever you want."

"Watching sounds doable," she finally said. "You still provide masks to the people who request it, right?"

"Yes. But there is a condition for wearing a mask."

Julia sharpened her eyes. "Which is?"

"In this club, we expect our guests to be open & honest. However, that is not always possible since many of our members prefer their identities to be concealed. Which is why we provide masks."

"So what's the condition?"

"If you wear a mask, you have to be naked," he said.

"You're out of your mind if you think I'm getting naked."

"That's the rule."

"I get the feeling that you're trying to take advantage of me."

"The rules are the rules," he explained. "If you want to remain clothed, you have to show your face. If you want a mask, then you have to be naked."

She shook her head. "I can't be seen in a place like this."

"That's a sentiment shared by a number of our members."

"Really? What percent would you estimate?"

He thought for a moment. "Probably about 1/3 wear the mask. Those people include doctors, lawyers, accountants, teachers, and even some of the church going zealots who oppose this place."

It wasn't a very surprising comment to Julia. In her line of work, she knew that hypocrites were everywhere, especially when it came to sex.

"Well, the answer is no. But if you ever make an exception, I'd be happy to observe."

"That's too bad," he said with a half-shrug. "I would have liked to see you accept my invitation."

"And see me naked, right?"

"You could always keep your clothes on. But of course, you'd have to show your face."

She gave a half-smile. "That's never going to happen. Ever. Not here."

"I understand. But think about it. You're a beautiful young woman with so much potential. So why not give it a try? There will be a lot of other naked people too. If you don't like it, then leave. But at least try it. Then maybe you can capture the essence of the story you desperately wish to write."

There was a confidence in his voice, like he knew what he was talking about. And of course, he did.

***

That night. Julia sat in front of her computer and wrote much of the article.

She was determined to make the most comprehensive and journalistic article she had ever written. It was her ticket to the mainstream news organizations, she hoped.

So far, she had written about Louis's beginnings and his journey towards running a sex club. Then she wrote about America's secret obsession with bondage and the bdsm lifestyle. Then she described the club and how the process worked.

Now matter how much she wrote, the article still felt incomplete.

The details felt missing. The real life stories. The interactions. In Julia's past articles, she had a meticulous approach towards research. She prided herself on having a high journalistic standard. And she prided herself even more on telling the stories of the American people.

When it came to the dom/sub lifestyle, she didn't know much. Only the basics. She was a complete newbie on the matter.

What she needed was inside information. She needed to get up-close and personal, just like she always had before.
The question she then asked herself was, was she able to handle the nudity?

She was proud of her body. She worked hard to keep herself in good shape. Besides Louis, no one would ever know. And in a weird way, the whole thing seemed kind of arousing. It was like a secret taboo adventure to help further her career.

***

The next morning. Julia stood in a bondage room of the club, where the receptionist had told her to wait.

She marveled at the place. It was a nice looking room. Simple, yet there was an elegance to it. But it wasn't too comfortable. There weren't any soft chairs. It definitely wasn't a place for relaxation.

The room had a hard edge to it. And that was affirmed by the array of sex toys and devices. There was an assort of neat looking blindfolds, whips, cuffs, and chains. There were also tables and seats which were designed to restrain a person. Everything looked clean and new.

It was no wonder that membership to the club was so expensive.

"Here you are," Louis said, entering the room.

Julia turned to face him. "You're a very persuasive man."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

She looked passive for a moment. "Look, I've thought a lot about your offer, and, I think you're right. The article I'm working on is some of the best stuff I've ever written, but it feels like something's missing."

"Okay," he slowly nodded. "I knew you'd return. You're a smart and dedicated woman. People like you always strive for the best."

"And I always succeed."

"Now onto the big question: Masked or unmasked?"

"Masked," she said without hesitation.

Louis smiled, "Nice choice. Frankly, I had no idea which decision you were going to make in regards to the mask."

"Are you glad you'll be seeing me naked?" she asked sarcastically.

"I see plenty of naked women. But I find this amusing."

"Why?"

"An uptight well-educated journalist getting naked in a sex club. What's not to like about that?"

She rolled her eyes. "Let's get to the point. How is this going to work?"

Louis walked further inside the bondage room they were in. He looked around, admiring the different devices on display.

"New members are required to fill out a questionnaire. We want to know the specific preferences of the member, that way, we can cater to them. We make sure that each new member has everything needed, and leaves satisfied."

"You want me to fill out the questionnaire?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes, that's part of the process."

"But I'm only watching. Nothing else."

"Do you want the experience of a new member, or not?"

"Why do I get the feeling that you enjoy tormenting me?"

"Because I do," he replied. "It's amusing to get under your skin."

She sighed, "Fine, I'll fill it out."

"Not dressed like that, you aren't."

"What do you mean?" she asked, sharpening her eyes. "Is there another step in your game?"

He nodded, "It's part of the psychology, Julia. If you play my game, you'll understand the lifestyle a lot more. Trust me."

"Then what do you want."

"Undress. Then I'll take you to my office."

She reflexively crossed her arms. "You must be out of your mind."

"Well, you've clearly thought about this. You've already made the decision to get naked in the club."

"Yes, but with a mask."

"Being naked in a room full of people can be a terrifying thing- mask or not. It's not something that can be easily done. You'll need practice, Julia."

She sighed, "You're a slick cunning bastard, you know that?"

"Of course I am. I'm a professional dom."

"Asshole."

"Undress. Top to bottom. Then we'll continue."

It was the fork in the road, and she knew there was no point in debating him any further. She had to get naked eventually. Louis was right, it's a difficult thing getting naked in front of so many people- mask or not.

She needed the practice.

With a deep breath, she began removing her clothes, while Louis watched without a hint of expression. Julia was a neatly dressed woman, and she took care in removing each article of clothing. Once removed, she folded her clothes neatly and placed it on a nearby table.

She briefly paused when she was down to her bra & panties, standing barefoot in the room. Her feet were on the cold floor.

Another deep breath, and she reached back to unclasp her bra. She tossed the bra onto the table. The same with her panties.

She stood completely naked in front of Louis. Her breasts were perky and upturned, with light brown nipples. Her arms were thin, but she had the legs of a professional athlete. She was cleanly shaven between the legs, which is how she normally kept it.

Standing naked in front of a dom was humiliating in many ways, but she was brave about it. She was proud of her body, which came as a result of natural beauty and hard work at the gym.

"Not bad," he said flippantly.

Julia was peeved that her good looks had simply been dismissed, but she knew it was part of his game. Everything was part of his game.

"I'm sorry to disappoint," she sarcastically replied.

"Nothing is disappointing about you. Now onto the next step."

Louis went to the wall and picked something up. It was a black collar with silver spikes on it. There was a leash attached to it.

"What's that?" she asked.

"A dog collar. Now hold still."

She resisted the urge to complain. She knew that arguing was useless, especially since she had already gotten naked for him.

Louis stepped forward, standing directly in front of Julia. The collar was wrapped around Julia's neck and tightened. Louis took a few steps back and tugged on the leash.

"Follow me, my dear."

Louis walked out of the room with the collar in hand. Julia had no choice but to follow. And off they went.

It was a nerve wracking experience for Julia, stepping into the halls of the bondage club with no clothes. She headed barefoot down the hall. She prayed that she wouldn't be seen by any of the staff or cleaning people.

Those wishes soon ended as they passed by a female staff member and two other men, who were part of the cleaning crew. The female staff member had a nonchalant attitude about Julia's nudity. But the two cleaning men had smirks on their faces. It was a delightful way to start their morning.

Julia tried ignoring them as she walked down the hall. She was proud of her body, and she refused to be embarrassed by it.

They entered the office and Louis closed the door. He pulled her by the leash, and had her sit in front of the desk, where several documents had been neatly placed, along with a pen.

It was at that moment when Julia realized that Louis had anticipated this whole thing all along. From the nudity, to the collar, to the documents. That cunning son of a bitch.

She sat and looked at the documents. Louis stood at the side of the room.

"Those are the papers for our new members," he said. "Consent forms, legal liabilities, and so forth. There's usually another paper to cover fees, but obviously we won't be needing that. Your first time will be free."

"How nice of you."

"I'd like you to sign those documents. And I'd like you to fill out the questionnaire regarding your sexual preferences and fantasies. No one will read it except for me."

She thought for the last time. "Fine."

The questions on the form were very straight forward. Each question was blunt and directly to the point. The form inquired about a new member's sexually history and preferences. Everything from orientation, curiosities, number of past partners, fantasies, desires, and so forth...

Julia felt embarrassed knowing that Louis was going to be reading it. She was tempted to quickly write a few bullshit answers. But that wouldn't have been in the spirit of things.

So she filled out the questionnaire truthfully. She admitted that she only had a very limited amount of sexual partners in her life (6 in all). She wrote a few brief answers about her likes & interests. She wrote that she was curious about other women and her fondness for giving oral sex. Also, that she was curious about group settings and multiple partners.

And that was as personal as Julia was willing to get.

She turned to the other papers and signed the nondisclosure and consent forms. Then she placed the pen neatly on top.

"Done," she said.

"And your reward."

Louis opened the drawer in his desk and lifted a gold mask. It was really a thing of beauty. There was an elegance & sensuality to it. It shined. There were adjustable black straps to allow a person to wear it. There were small holes for seeing and breathing.

And there was nothing covering the mouth area. It was perfectly designed for a person to give oral sex.

"May I put it on you?" he asked politely.

"Sure."

Louis placed a small mirror on the desk, and Julia saw her topless reflection with the collar around her neck. It was such a dirty way of seeing herself.

Then, Louis stood behind her and put the gold mask on her face, tightening the straps so that the mask would stay in place. Julia noted how bizarre it looked.

But that wasn't the end of it. No. Louis, as always, had other games in store for the young journalist.

While still standing behind Julia, he reached down and fondled her vagina. She flinched at first. It was totally unexpected. But for some reason, she allowed it to continue.

Louis worked his fingers on her pussy. It was the hand of a pro. All Julia could do was sit still and look at her masked reflection, while Louis played with her pussy.

Minutes later, she came in silence.

Louis kissed her hair.

"Saturday night," he said. "We begin at 9 pm. We end at 3 am."

"I'll be there," she whispered softly.

When he untied the mask & collar, Julia breathed a sigh of relief.

Part 3 of 3: Bondage is our Pleasure

The entire time, Julia kept reminding herself that everything she was doing was for the story she was working on.

She repeated it over and over, like a mantra: This is for the story. This is for the story. This is for the story.

The club was lively at night. There was so much color and vibrancy. There was excitement in the air. Sexual excitement.

Julia came quietly through the back entrance. She didn't want to be seen. Neither did many other people. She put her head down and hoped that no one would recognize her.

Others proudly came to the club through the front door. To her surprise, she saw many couples there, looking to have a great time, pushing the edges of their relationships. Julia knew she wanted to interview them later.

But first, Julia went directly to Louis's office, as she had been instructed.

It was 8:55 pm.

She entered the office and shut the door. She felt like a secret agent sneaking around so that no one would recognize her. In her opinion, she succeed. And she saw Louis sitting behind the desk in a sharp suit.

"You need to learn how to relax," he said, standing up to greet her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"I am relaxed."

"You look tense. If this is how you relax, then wait until you see the hot steamy sex."

She sighed, "I'm pretty nervous."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I've covered a lot of stories. But this is just...weird."

"There's nothing weird about sex. It's biological. We're all born with needs. We're all sexual creatures, Julia. Embrace it."

"I'm trying. I keep telling myself that this is for the story."

"What are you hoping to get out of this?" he asked. "What's your goal for tonight?"

"Learning about the lifestyle. I want to see what draws people to a place like this. You know, learn the psychology. It always helps in making my writing more vivid."

"Good," he replied. "Now take your clothes off."

"Well that was blunt."

Louis checked his wristwatch. "The show has already started. Why wait?"

"I guess I have no excuse."

With that said, Julia began the process of undressing. Each article of clothing was casually removed. It wasn't awkward like before. Louis had already seen her naked. And soon, many people were about to see her naked also.

She stacked all of her clothes on the chair. Then she left her shoes on the floor.

She was completely naked- head to toe.

Louis looked over her naked body. He could act dismissive all he wanted, but his eyes revealed how much he lusted after Julia.

It was time. He got the mask and told Julia to stand still. He stood behind her, then he put the mask on her face, using the straps to hold the mask in place.

When it was done, Louis led her to the office mirror. It was a full length mirror, and Julia saw her naked reflection, with the gold mask on her face. It was erotic, yet terrifying. Sexy but scary. The nerves reappeared. She knew exactly what was about to happen. Oh god, did I make a mistake? Can I still backout?

Louis opened the door to the hallway.

"After you," he said. "I think a lot of people are going to be pleasantly surprised by the sight of your body."

Oh my god. What have I agreed to?

***

The floor felt cold against her feet. Her brown nipples had stiffened. She tried walking with her shoulders broad and her back straight. It was the look of confidence. And she did her best to project it.

By her estimation, there was at least 60 people in the club area. Half of them were sharply dressed for the sophisticated environment. Others were completely naked, wearing gold masks. It was a surreal sight. The nudity seemed so casual in the sex club. People weren't fazed by it.

There was light erotic music in the background and a sexually charged atmosphere. There weren't many young people. Most of the members were middle aged. Professionals. Just as Louis had described. And it made sense too, given that membership fees costed thousands of dollars.

"Is this what you expected?" Louis asked.

"I had no idea what to expect."

"Here's your chance to explore," he said. "If you'll excuse me, I have things to do. I'll check on you later. Will you be okay?"

Julia's eyes scanned the room. "I'll be fine."

"Be brave, explore," Louis said, rubbing Julia's bare shoulders.

He left to tend other matters in running the club. Julia was left all alone. Naked. With a gold mask covering her face to conceal her identity.

The nerves faded since she was in the presence of many other naked people.

She walked around the club and observed. It felt as though she was walking in a dream. She observed people with their lust proudly on display. But it wasn't done in a lewd or lascivious manner. No. Things were classy. It was primal, yet controlled.

Julia roamed the club and watched the people interact. A few men had made offers to Julia for sex. She declined. A few women had made similar offers to Julia. She declined that too.

A group of people had left the club area and went to a private room. That intrigued Julia. Whatever they were going to do, it was going to be fascinating. And she had to watch it. All for her story, of course.

She casually headed to the room where the group went. She was in luck- the door was open. It was her perfect chance to be a voyeur into the world of bdsm.

Julia slyly moved to the door and her jaw nearly dropped by what she saw. Two women were blindfolded and bound, with their wrists tied to the top bedpost. Men were on top of them, pounding away. Other men stood by the blindfolded & bound women, with their cocks in the women's mouths.

"A beautiful sight, isn't it?" Louis asked from behind.

Julia kept her eyes forward, towards the sex action.

"It'll definitely give me a lot to write about. That's for sure."

He wrapped his arms around Julia's bare back. "I've read your questionnaire. I know what you're interested in. When we first met, I already had an impression on you. I figured you to be an intelligent woman, who's open sexually, but is still unfulfilled in many ways."

"What's your point?" she replied, eyes still on the orgy.

"This bondage club can suit your needs. You want firsthand experience for your article? Here's your chance. You want sexual fulfillment? Be my guest."

She continued watching the orgy. "You know that will never happen. I'm not that type of person."

Louis put his fingers on the gold mask. "Don't forget what you're wearing. The mask. No one will ever know. Our secret. Here, you can explore everything. Think about it."

"You're a real fucking asshole."

"Why? Because my offer is making your pussy wet? Or are you wet because of the group sex you're staring at?"

She turned to look at him. "How do you know I'm wet?"

"I understand women. And I can smell your scent."

"You're not as smart as you think."

"I'm not?"

Louis reached below and put two fingers on Julia's pussy. It was confirmed. Her pussy was dripping it. And she did nothing to deny it.

"You asshole," she said defensively.

He pulled his fingers away. "Let me know when you're interested. Remember, this is for you, not for me."

As Louis attempted to walk away, Julia grabbed him by the wrist.

"Wait," she said, before pausing. "You swear no one will ever find out?"

He smiled. "You've signed the non-disclosure forms, right? There's your answer. Secrets are safe within these walls. That's part of my job. Keeping people's secrets."

"What would happen if...you know..."

"Leave that to me. Leave everything to me. You're in good hands, Julia."

Louis snapped his fingers and a female employee of the club obediently approached him. He told the employee exactly what he wanted, and Julia's eyes widened.

***

Not only was she naked & masked. But her wrists had been locked together by shackles. There was a light chain attached to the shackles, which Louis used to lead her around the club area.

Heads turned when Louis paraded the naked & masked Julia around the club. People wanted to know who the beautiful woman was. But of course, that was a secret those people could never know.

As naked Julia was being led around the club, Louis had pointed to a number of members. Signaling them to follow. Louis had picked two women & three men to follow. Some naked & masked, some were dressed with their faces showing.

Then Julia was led to a private room. The selected people followed.

Julia's pulse was pounding. She was no fool. And she wasn't naive either. She knew exactly what was going to happen: Louis was arranging Julia's first lesbian experience, along with her first group encounter.

The bastard was intent on making her deepest darkest fantasies come true.

Once they were in the room, Louis personally escorted Julia to lay on the bed, and he tied her shackled wrists above her head, to the bedpost.

The guests were quick to opine:

"What a lovely gift Louis," a man said. "You have a talent for getting the best pieces of ass."

"She's so beautiful," a lady added.

"I can't wait to fuck her," a man chimed in.

"I wonder what she tastes like," another woman added.

The most shocking thing was, although one of the men was naked & masked, she was able to recognize his voice. It was a city councilman who had publicly opposed the opening of the sex club.

Despite being naked & bound, Julia's mind went back to journalism mode. She wondered if Louis knew the man was a local politician. Of course he did. Louis knew everything. That's probably why the man was chosen.

"This is a precious woman," Louis said to the group. "It's her first time here. And her first time playing with bondage. She's a bondage virgin. Let's make this memorable."

Louis gestured to the two women in the room. One was naked & masked, the other was dressed (and she quickly got naked). Both women were gorgeous. And both were much older than Julia.

When they were ready, the naked women approached Julia's bound body. Each woman bent down and gave Julia a soft kiss on the lips. They were sensual kisses. The kind which say, 'You're going to enjoy this.'
Each woman pressed her lips softly against Julia's lips, then harder. Then there were tongue kisses. Wet kisses.

It was Julia's first lesbian kiss. And she got to experience it with two beautiful women while she was bound & helpless. It was glorious and fulfilling. More than she could have ever expected.

The women rubbed and fondled Julia's bare body. They rubbed her soft skin and touched her pert breasts. They rubbed Julia's stiff brown nipples, pinched them, then sucked them.

Julia moaned as both nipples were being sucked.

The women moved their hands down and played with Julia's pussy while they sucked her nipples. It was clear that the two women had done this before. They were experts, and they knew exactly what to do in this sort of situation.

One of the women moved her head down and sucked Julia's pussy, making her gasp.

"Oh god," Julia groaned.

It was the first time a female mouth had touched her pussy. It was a long time fantasy of hers, and once it happened, she wished she could have experienced it sooner. A woman's mouth lived up to the hype.

Julia's body tensed as her pussy was being licked. The other woman fondled both breasts and took turns sucking each nipple. Julia was being stimulated everywhere.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensual feeling. It felt amazing being serviced by two experienced women. She tried to forget about the men watching her. But then again, maybe it helped arouse her. Maybe the exhibitionist side of her (if there was one) fueled her first lesbian encounter.

Whatever the case, it felt amazing. And she came. She had a powerful orgasm which made her body stiff and her toes curl.

When the orgasm ended, the women stopped what they were doing, and looked down at their handy work. Julia laid in a state of bliss.

"Did you enjoy that?" Louis asked.

Julia stretched her legs. "Yes."

"I figured you would. That was the first step. You have much to experience. And we're going to help you."

Louis signaled two of the men, who were both dressed. After receiving the signal, the men got naked, revealing their already hardened cocks. They knew exactly what they were doing. And it was clear that Louis had already orchestrated the entire event earlier.

The two men walked towards her. Not to her body. But to her face. The men were near middle age, and were fairly handsome. Louis and the masked man simply stood back and watched. The two naked ladies continued rubbing Julia's bare body, touching her breasts and legs.

As the men stood near Julia, it was obvious what was going to happen. Julia had already revealed her love for giving oral sex in the questionnaire that she had filled out. And that information was being used to push her boundaries.

The men got on the bed, on their knees, and got very close to each side of Julia's face. They guided their erections to her mouth. The fact that the mask didn't cover the mouth area came in perfect use. Julia was able to open her jaw and accept the first cock in her mouth. She sucked for a while. Then she turned her head to suck the other man's cock.

During the oral process, the two men groaned:

"What a mouth."

"Louis, you found a real keeper. She's a perfect angel."

"Where did you find this woman?"

"She needs to be tied up here forever. This mouth is born to suck."

Instead of feeling degrading, Julia actually felt proud of herself. With her true identity a secret, she could do whatever she wanted, without fear. She could explore whatever she wanted. The only person who knew that she was 'Julia the journalist,' was Louis.

She continued sucking each of their cocks. Taking turns for each of them. Making sure everything was done equally for both men. Her neck was becoming sore from the constant head bobbing. Her body remained still since her hands were bound above her head.

The other women in the room continued fondling Julia's breasts and pussy. Their mouths returned to action. Julia was being pleasured all over. Her groans were muffled by the cocks takings turns with her mouth.

"God this woman can suck," a man groaned.

Once again, Julia felt a sense of pride that her oral skills were being well received. She continued to suck, lick, and kiss each guy's cock. She made sure that each man was equally satisfied, with her head turning back and forth to suck both cocks.

"Now for the final step," Louis said, before the men could cum.

Louis signaled the masked man who stood by the wall. He was the local politician. There was a smile underneath the mask as he approached the bed.

Deep down, Julia wondered if the politician knew that she was a journalist. The question lingered as the masked politician positioned himself between Julia's toned legs. In Julia's mind, the answer was 'no.'

The politician probably didn't know, she thought. Because there was no way a politician would have knowingly fucked a journalist in a sex club. He would have been petrified that the little secret would be reported, and that he would be exposed. At least that was Julia's analysis during the sexual moment.

The masked politician guided his hard cock between Julia's labia. Then he pushed and entered. Julia gasped.

The other men got up and stood beside the bed. The women continued rubbing Julia's breasts, playing with her hardened nipples. It was the group encounter of Julia's wildest fantasy. Only it was more intense than she could have imagined. More nasty. Most lust filled.

It was real.

It was a real life gang bang, and Julia, the brave local journalist, was the star of the show. The politician began to pound her pussy. It was bizarre being ravished by a naked man in a gold mask, especially as other people in the room watched. But it was beyond pleasurable. It was a sensation she had never felt before.

With her hands bound, she felt powerless. Completely powerless. She could do nothing as the female hands and mouths played with her breasts. And she could do nothing as the man on top fucked her pussy.

And she liked it that way.

Julia's body began to tense and her arms pulled the restraints tightly.

"Oh my god!" she yelled. "My pussy...my pussy..."

"Are you close to cumming?" Louis asked.

"Yes...yes..."

"Relax. Let it happen. Don't struggle with the restraints. Just relax your body. Enjoy your new role. You are the submissive tonight."

As always, Louis was right. The female orgasm was mostly mental and required relaxation. The moment Julia let go and stopped struggling against the bondage, the orgasm came.

It was Julia's second orgasm. The man fucking her pussy and the women playing with her breasts was all too much. Her senses had reached a peak. She screamed and cried. Her body shivered and she came.

After the orgasm, the masked politician pulled his cock out of her, and masturbated until he came all over her stomach. It was a lust filled mess. He got up and paced the room, needing to clear his mind after the intense orgasm.

Julia was left in a shivering state. All she felt was bliss. She felt comfortable with the restraints on her wrists. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. She was beyond satisfied.

However, the night wasn't over yet. Another man climbed on top of her. He was still hard from receiving oral sex, and from watching Julia getting fucked. He needed a turn. And he got it. He guided his hard cock to Julia's pussy. Then he thrust.

As Julia was being fucked again, she wondered if she could actually reach another orgasm. Two orgasms was doable. But three? She was about to find out if her body was capable of multiple orgasms.

Her body rocked on the bed as the man on top began fucking her wildly. The other women continued fondling her breasts. One of them reached down and played with Julia's clitoris as she was being ravished. It was at that moment which Julia knew a third orgasm was possible. It would be the first time in her life that she was ever multi-orgasmic.

It was all so much for her delicate senses. It was the night of many first-times. Each sexual experience was more intense than the next.

A third orgasm was impending, but it didn't happen. So close. The man fucking her had pulled out and came all over Julia's stomach, leaving another mess in the same spot.

The man got up, only to be replaced by another man. He got on top of Julia's body, and it was the women who held Julia's legs and pussy open. The man gave a thrust and entered Julia's pussy. It was the third & final man who would be fucking her that night.

The women continued fondling her breasts, kissing her mouth, and playing with her pussy.

While she was being thoroughly ravished, Julia kept her eyes on Louis, who simply stood back and watched the explicit gang bang of the respectable journalist. He was admiring her beauty.

Epilogue:

Two weeks later. Julia was naked in front of her laptop. She typed away in Louis's office. The article was complete. She had written extensively about the bondage club and the people who attended. Identities concealed, of course, but she told the private stories of people who secretly confided in her for the article.

She had described the nature of the club and the sex acts involved. The goal was to write something that would get people talking. And hopefully, if she was lucky, land a higher profile job in the world of journalism.

The article was entitled: Gold Mask Fantasies

There was a lot riding on her article, and she felt confident about her work. She emailed the article to her editor and let out a sigh of relief.

Louis smiled, "Congratulations. You've done it."

"I'm proud of what I've written. I think it's great."

"Are you ever going to let me read it?"

She winked, "I never show my work to anyone before publication, except for the people I work with."

"Shame. I guess I'll have to wait."

"I've written good things. You'll love it."

"Then I have a present for you."

Louis reached in his drawer and took out a collar with a leash attached to it. It was a customized collar made just for Julia. It was a black strap with the letters S-L-U-T in silver letters.

When Julia saw the letters, she smiled, wanting to laugh.

He went to where naked Julia was sitting, then he put it on her neck, tightening it just the right amount. He held the leash tightly in his hand, ready to pull at any moment. Ready to control her naked body.

"You look beautiful," he said.

"I'm sure you think so."

"It's the truth. I'd like you to wear it tonight. I'm sure people will be amused seeing it."

"You love humiliating me."

"Only because you love being humiliated. One of these days, I'd love to see you at the bondage club without the mask."

"We're a long way from that happening," she replied.

"Okay. But what happens now?"

Julia gave a playful expression. "Well, you've helped me so much with my article. It's only fair that I repay you. Can I suck your cock?"

"Of course."

She undid his pants and freed his erection. That's when Louis exerted his power and pulled the leash which was attached to the collar. Julia's face was pulled forward, directly in front of the growing cock. Another pull, and her face was pressed against the cock.

Julia opened her mouth and licked the cock. She pressed her lips against it. Then she licked several times. She took the cock inside of her mouth and sucked. She orally made love to it in a passionate way. Her head bobbed. Louis pulled the leash, signally her to gag on the cock. And she obeyed. She took the cock deep in her throat and gagged on it.

It was sexual domination at its finest. Her naked, collared, and deep throating him. For reasons unknown, it gave her pleasure to be a sexual plaything. She was done trying to figure it out. All she knew was that it felt good.

It was heaven.

The End

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