The Tenant - PART ONE

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This story is true. Only names, places or other identifiers have been altered.

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This one Friday evening I was at home sitting bored flicking through Netflix ready to go to bed. Then out of the corner of my eye I notice my phone flicker and buzz, as a text message popped up.

"What are you up to?" it read. I glance at the sender, a woman I'd met previously at a fetish party. "Can't be fucked," I think to myself. But then my primal instincts kicked in. I glance at my phone and begin to type a reply. I spend a minute thinking what to write but decide to scrap the message. I hate playing text ping pong.

Instead, I dial her number holding my breath hoping she will answer. After four long slow rings she answers, and I hear her sultry voice over the line. "Hello darling, I was hoping you would call", she said.

After exchanging pleasantries and a bit of small-talk I say, "well what are you up to tonight?"

"Not much, just having a quiet one," she replies.

"Me too, kinda," I mumble. I say, "Hey do you remember that swingers club you told me about? Are you keen to check it out with me?"

The line went silent for a moment and then she responded, "Are you serious?"

I kinda was serious, but I was initially joking. All of a sudden I was also horny. I felt flushed and excited. It was my turn to go silent and think. Damn, I hate rushing and doing things last minute. But what the fuck - I'm keen!

"Yes I'm serious, but I'll need 45 minutes to get ready," I slowly come back with.

"I can't be out too late," she replied.

"Let's do it, I'll call you when I'm in the car," I say.

I scrambled for the shower. Razor in one hand and body wash in the other, I begin to gently clean and prepare every inch of my body to make sure that by the time I dry myself off I am smelling fresh. It kinda feels like a military drill getting ready so quickly, but time is of the essence - doors close at a specific time. We hadn't even gotten tickets yet. They might not even let us in.

I am dressed and ready to roll. I take one last glance in the mirror, I breathe in deeply, hold my breath and then slowly exhale. "I'm ready!" I say to myself in my head. "Let's do this."

I weave through some light traffic in my car and decide to travel down some back streets to cut my travel time. Somehow my partner for tonight already arrived before me. "I'm waiting in the pub, just message me when you are here," I read the text message. 'I'm already here' I think to myself.

As I exit my vehicle I feel that the night air is slightly crisp. I like it this way, cool is nice. I meet my play partner, after a quick hug and kiss we walk in to the club.

Crossing over the doorway feel like passing through a border. It's not about distance but more about space and time. Suddenly without realising it we are greeted, "that's ok if you haven't booked online, but we're only taking cash now." Lucky that I'm old fashioned like that and I have enough bills to cover entry for us both. "Yes we'll have a locker too please."

The locker room is buzzing with voices. Girls and guys are stuffing items away and greeting are exchanged. Everyone is really friendly and alive. It's going to be a good night.

I look at my lady, as if reading her mind she says "let's go upstairs and see if there is any place to play." Damn, no time wasting here. No foreplay, no drinks and no mixing or mingling, I think.

But of course, as we exit the lockers we slow our pace down and have a good look around at everyone. Some people are dressed in leather, complete with officers caps. It's a kind of a dark and underground, yet authoritarian look. Not quite a uniform, but close. These people are dominants.

As for me, I'm fluid. I keep my attire basic, for now. Black shoes, black pants and a black collared shirt. I know that no one is judging me, but I like to remain mysterious. Black keeps things simple.

We slink past a large group of people talking to each other. How they can hear themselves over the music beats me. But the louder the music plays, the louder people talk. It creates that party vibe.

Everyone around is really animated. Chatting and getting to know each other. All, except for the gorgeous busty girl with thick long black hair who is being tethered on a leash by her dom. She is standing with her eyes pointed towards the ground. She barely shuffles without her owner's permission.

I've seen her before and I've heard she has a respectable job and is a power woman in the outside world. She has her life in total control. She is financially successful and is also a socialite, with lots of friends.

But here as a sub with a collar and leash she finds a certain freedom. A sense of alternate connection with a part of herself where she is one hundred percent submissive and subservient to someone else. Like happiness, this is something that money can't buy.

She's wearing a well fitted corset with matching lingerie and stilettos. I casually look her way and make eye contact. She blinks acknowledgingly. She recognises me, and I feel that this gives her a sense of something in her psyche that I can't relate to. But it fulfills a desire that she needs because she seems calm, relaxed and at ease.

I admire the submissive as this isn't a role play for her. It is very real and part of her nature. One thing is sure, her colleagues in the big world have no idea of her kink. But she is, as are we all are - perfectly safe within this club. What happens in these walls, stay within these walls.

I snap back to attention to notice my play partner is munching on some food from the spread. The light in the room is dim I can barely make out what food is there. But there are dips too. Hummus, yes definitely that is hummus.

"What are you thinking?" I say to my partner as she swallows a bite.

Without hesitation she responds, "let's see if there is some room to play upstairs." I agree.

We slowly wind our way up the stairs, passing bodies who are coming down. The tension rises a bit, but in a good way. What lurks beyond is unknown.

We enter the first play room. It's already filled with about six people. A woman is lying on her back having sex with a guy who appears to be her partner. She is moaning loudly and seems oblivious to those around her. There is one guy fairly close to her face with his cock out, and it isn't long before she opens her eyes and notices it. Without hesitation her lips part wide open and she guides the cock into her waiting mouth. Her moans become muffled as the throbbing shaft hits the back of her throat.

There is also another couple who are looking on. I whisper to a female voyeur, "is this your first time here?"

She sheepishly nods. I smile at her without saying anything. I know her inhibitions will soon disappear because she is loving it!

I've barely oriented myself and adjusted to the dim light to notice that somehow my buddy has found some room on the mattress and is lying close to this other woman being fucked. No - I lie. She isn't close, she is actually touching her. Like fully making contact skin on skin, both naked bodies up against each other. And as if they can hear my thoughts she says, "oh I'm sorry, I didn't meant to encroach on you." She is apologizing to the woman who has cock in her mouth.

Instinctively, she spits the cock out for just a moment to turn and say, "hello there."

She looks my partner in the eyes and as if some secret language has been spoken between the two, their tongues are lashing at each others mouths in a passionate lesbian kiss. "Fuck, that is hot", I think to myself.

"I'm sorry," I mumble as I position myself closer to my woman. I am trying to maneuver to my lady respectfully, but it's a tight squeeze. I'm rubbing up against this other person.

In reply to my lame apology, the other woman breaks the kiss and reaches over to me and gently strokes my thighs. This is welcoming. She makes me feel comfortable in her space. Also, the feeling of this stranger stroking my leg is getting me aroused. I enjoy that she is touching me.

I smile at her, lean over and gently guide her mouth back to the waiting cock throbbing just inches away. "Mmmm", is the last thing I hear as I turn my focus of attention back to my play pal.

"Condom?" I hear her say.

"Yes", I stutter. I'm doing a head check trying to work out where the protection is at. I wish I didn't have to use them, but we all do. Like wearing a hard hat on a building site, rules are rules. I reach over to grab a condom and I pass it to my partner so she can do the honors.

END PART ONE