This didn't happen to me personally, however one night when I was out with friends, this guy told me this story. OMG I coulnd't believe it. I thought it was funnier than fuck. I know I'd have been 50 shades of red had it been me instead of him.
The Slave
One night Danny, TJ's roommate brought home this 21 y/o black woman that happened to be a dominatrix. Neither TJ or Crystal (TJ's name for alter ego on speed) had never actually met one before. She couldn't remember exactly when these events occured, but it was in 1997 between the months of Jan and June.
In those days at that time, she was happy cause she did what she loved doing best. Snorting speed, mixing speed into a soda and drinking it, or putting speed in empty capsules to carry with her with the straw and the mirror were just not practical.
Psychologically, she enjoyed the line more because unlike with a pill or soda, she could see how much she was doing and feel like she actually consumed it, having seen it slowly disappear up her nose. Of course, TJ loved Crystal and enjoyed her company in a variety of ways.
It was during this time period that she had worked solely as an exotic dancer. Crystal was great at dancing and always alot of fun to take to parties. She was also very sociable, and as it was most of the time, TJ and Crystal were having a great time.
Although they had great fun when it was just the two of them, neither of them minded meeting new individuals and the company of others. Unbeknownst to most people or strangers back then, the person they were introduced to as TJ, had no way of knowing they were really chatting with Crystal Hyde. They were one and the same, similar, yet very different and took turns seeing the world, as opposed to one or the other remaining dormat in the closet.
85% of the time, Crystal was the one lurking about, going about life sharing one body, but different minds. The other 15% of the time TJ would perhaps come join the world and have her turn in their shared life on the outside.
Although Crystal during those times of 1997 would be the one to dominate the show, TJ didn't mind kicking it in the closet while simultaneously tripping on her partner and soul sister in crime, the funny, most off the wall, and outgoing Crystal Hyde.
The night Danny brought home his friend Sandy, Crystal/TJ became quite fascinated when Sandy told her she had an actual dungeon at her home. She worked for herself, making money from her clients by being a Dom. Of course when Sandy invited TJ to go to her house the next night so she could see her home and her dungeon, she jumped at the chance.
Sandy told TJ to be there at 5:00pm. Crystal came instead 5:00pm TST. Tweeker Standard Time which translated that night to 8:00pm PST. Hearing comments and/questions pertaining to the fact she was a bit late, were like more common than not. Crystal would always give some off the wall explanation, and the entertainment value depended entirely upon the mood/trip she happened to be riding at the moment.
No one ever knew with Crystal, but she could always be counted on to be amuzing, bizarre, and happy, if nothing else. When she finally arrived at Sandy's TST, she was introduced to her boyfriend a white man that had remarked many times that he wanted some chocolate that night. Sitting across from him was a very handsome man, probably in his early 40's. He was tall, had a tone/muscular build, a full head of silvery/black hair dressed in a suit. He was kicking back, socializing, and drinking a beer.
It was an added form of pleasure when Sandy introduced the gentleman as her slave. He said after their weekly session he wanted permission from his Mistress to take us all to Bennihanna. So after Sandy gave Crystal a tour of the dungeoun, TJ saw and heard everything and listened as Crystal asked all sorts of questions and was shown some exotic equipment used for recreation and entertainment favored by the dom/slave and S&M culture.
There was a sort of cage especially suited to those adult baby slaves or that would benefit a great deal from being in a cage. Then there was a cross shaped device used for standing a slave up and strapping them securely down and of course a varity of floggs, chastity belts, handcuffs, nipple clamps, chains, collar and leash, and some sort of torture device that looked alot like the iron maiden, built not to kill, only to cause exquisite pain.
Sandy explained that the Dom/Slave thing was 90% mental trip and the other 10% actual hands on type deal. Going back out to the room to rejoin the slave and Sandy's boyfriend, Crystal loved to tell about the joys of her job as an exotic dancer. Sandy had said she thought being a Dom was easier, as one didn't have to fiddle around with removing the many layers of garments, undergarments and putting them on, changing in the right fashion.
Of course Crystal loved it. She loved dancing. She loved music, and she loved stripping cause she was performing. There was nothing more she loved than being on stage. When one of them asked if she minded doing a show for them, Crystal of course was delighted. She had brought with her, the special mix of music suited to whatever role she wanted to play. And role play she did right there in the living room as Sandy and the slave took photos at her request.
After all the energic, fun, wild dancing, she switched to a "fuck me come hither sort of role" and stripped to sexy soul and rhythm and blues. When she was finished, she was decorated with frilly lace on her arms, legs, stomach, groin, but her breasts and exposed firm cheecks could be viewed surrounded or peeking out of necklace beads and lace. The feather was the final touch.
At the end of the show she let the feather run over every crevice of her body and exposing her pose sitting with legs wide opened, but crotch covered by see through frail type material resembling a face through a veil. Partially seen/partially hidden. Taking some water and letting it fall off those small, perky tits that were great for taking shots of anything running right from the tit to the mouth, her show ended.
The slave stood up, giving a standing ovation, then the other 2 followed suit. Standing there and changing from her teddy and lace into her evening dress right in front of everyone so her attire was acceptable for the restaurante, TJ listened intently as the slave was so taken he said,"That was beautiful, sensual, and hot! Damn you got me horny and now my cock hurts!,"
Then he said that he was wearing a metal chastity belt his Mistress had ordered him to wear that very moment. "Really?" asked Crystal. "And," the slave went on to explain only his Mistress had the key. Of course, it was exquisitely painful he said any and every time he got hard. "Here would you like to see?" asked the slave. Crystal answered in the affirmative. "Well I'll be damned," said Crystal. There was no getting out of that contraption alright. There had been a small screen allowing for the passage of urine.
This was so fascinating and funny that she forgot to ask what happened if he needed to do #2. There were 2 other little bits of amuzing information he passed on. He said that his wife became most irritated by it because that meant no sex for a week. "Your're married?," Crystal asked even more amuzed. "Married with 2 kids and my wife knows all about my weekly sessions with my Mistress," he said. This story kept getting better and better.
On the way over to Bennihanna, Crystal rode with the slave in his car and Sandy and her bf in theirs. He indicated that he wore that chastiy belt quite often and he loved it. He loved everything about being a slave. He looked like a CEO or executive. She found it amuzing wondering what his high powered collegues would have to say or think if they knew of their boss/collegues submissive proclivities. The last bit of his most delightful tale was the best though.
One night he had had one or two too many beers and of course the cops pulled him over. Actually he wasn't rip roaring drunk, but enough to be escorted and cuffed to remain an overnight guest of The Gray Bar. He was booked, fingerprinted, questioned, the whole nine yards. His real entertainment began when the cops found out he was wearing a gift from his Mistress.
Of course they asked him all kinds of questions. Cops have very inquiring minds. But the mental picture she got when the cops first became aware he was wearing a chastiy belt, then the looks on their faces when he told them the chastity belt belonged to his Mistress was worth money.
Her favorite part was when they demanded that he take it off. Of course he told them he couldn't because only his Mistress had the key. Then they tried to get it off themselves repeatedly and they couldn't. So finally his Mistress recieved a phone call from his hosts at The Gray Bar informing her that they had one of her slaves in custody and they would very much appreciate her cooperation in producing the key, as chastiy belts were not acceptable attire and insisted all guests refrain from wearing them.
They would be locked away in a special safe and returned to him at the end of his stay. Since they put it like that, how could she find it in her heart to refuse? "That was most embarrassing indeed," said the slave. "I guess so," said Crystal laughing and enjoying the fuck out of his tale. Once at the restaurante, Crystal sipped on a coke as the others ate dinner. Had her alter ego/soul sister TJ been present that night instead of merely observing, a coke is still all she would have consumed.
Both Crystal and TJ hated sea food anyway, which is what Crystal had said. At least it was cheaper for the slave. After the restaurante, the slave deposited Crystal in front of her car. Both Crystal and the slave bid Sandy and her bf goodnight. "Goodnight Mistress," he said. "See you next week." "It's definately been a very enjoyable evening," said Crystal to the slave. "You try to be a good boy now and maybe your Mistress won't find it necessary to enforce this discipline," she said to the slave. He only grinned, and like all true slaves, indicated that he would not be a good boy. Some things never change.