Diabolique Ball: Heroes and Villains
I arrived by taxi to the nightclub hosting the Diabolique Ball, a drab pair of pants, shirt, coat and tie over my skintight “superhero” costume. Klawdya, who was busy setting up for her performances, was the first person I saw. I went to her like a moth to a flame. I followed her around like a dog, partially because I was slipping into my role as a submissive, partially because I didn’t know what else to do with myself. I was excited and excruciatingly nervous–I had an impulse to flee, to return to my safety zone, but my better sense told me that my time had finally come to live the fantasies that I had held for so long. I had only been tied by her once before, but tonight I was informed that I would be suspended and would serve as a human trapeze. This bondage, she told me, was harder, more intense by far than anything I had experienced before, and it would be in front of an audience. Detecting the hint of a challenge, I felt my inner courage surge, and I agreed, in as non-chalant a manner as I could muster.
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