Induction

THE BAR === ===

So there I was. In a pub, waiting for another bloke not to turn up. Why do I bother? I had met him on the tube the previous Friday night. I don't know why I always give in to that type. They say a few nice words, make me laugh, then the next minute they are telling me that I would have a great time with them and that they demand that I meet them. I suppose I like to be told what to do.

It was hot, I had a light top and split skirt on, sling backs, my hair was tied back. I looked good. For a whole hour I waited. The occasional creep would try an old line. I just smiled and told them I was taken. At 8 o'clock, I was starting to think he had stood me up. All the effort of choosing a nice outfit, new underwear, make-up, hair, bikini wax and legs was going to waste. Then she sat next to me. I looked at her, taken aback. You don't expect someone to sit down at your table, in the only other chair and just stare at you. What eyes. Deep blue. You could lose yourself in those eyes.

'Yes' 'He's not coming' she eventually said in a really deep husky voice. This girl must smoke forty a day! 'How do you know that?' 'He won't. I can tell. I'll get you another drink and you can tell me about why you're sitting here waiting for a bloke that isn't going to bother showing.'

With that she went to the bar and got a couple of drinks. I watched her go. She was wearing a black baggy top and skirt, blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She looked a little younger than me, 24 maybe. She knew what I was drinking. She must have been watching me get my drinks from the bar. How long had she been watching me? And why me? What did she want?

'So do you often meet up with people that chat you up on the tube?'

What! 'How the hell do you know that!' This girl. Those eyes. That voice. 'How, you, what?'

She just smiled. 'I saw you get on the tube last week at Leicester Square. You were a little drunk. I was going to a party in Kilburn, you were heading for Kilburn. We changed trains together. Purely a coincidence.'

'So you were near me when Simon starting talking to me?'

'I was sitting next to you on the Jubilee line.'

'And tonight?'

'Another coincidence. I came to meet a, er, friend. She got delayed. But I must wait for her, so I sat people watching. I recognised you at the bar. So I watched you.'

'Ok. So you thought he was a creep last week?'

'Sure. They all are. How long you been single?'

The directness of her question shocked me. Here was this girl that had studied me from afar (and near), prying into my life.

'Not long.'

'I must go now.'

What the hell. First she joins me uninvited. Then she leaves suddenly. She just got up, and hurried to the bar, staring at the floor the whole way. At the bar was a tall middle-aged woman in a severe business suit. Hair tied in a tight bun. An angry look on her face. She said something to the girl and then looked at me. I immediately looked away. This woman was very pissed off. What had I got into?

After a minute or two, I turned back around and was shocked to see the girl was back at my table standing silently looking at me. She said her 'Mistress' wanted to talk to me. And with that she stood aside and the woman marched over.

As she got nearer I could see that although she was in her late thirties, she was very fit, and toned. Her skin was smooth, a little too smooth. Maybe a touch of the old Botox. She sat down and looked at me again. Studying me. This was one weird evening.

'Sophie here says that you need a change. You--'

'I'm sorry. I was just here waiting for my' I interrupted.

'Shut up! I haven't finished talking! You never interrupt me. Understand.'

I looked at her. Here was this complete stranger talking to me like I was a little schoolgirl. I was about to tell her to go fuck herself when she said again, 'Understand?'

'Yes' I replied automatically. Damn, that just slipped out. A reaction. I looked down at my feet. This woman was powerful. I could sense that. I couldn't help getting that warm feeling at the bottom of my stomach. It usually happens when a man is being really controlling of me, but this woman was kicking off those same feelings.

'As I was saying, you need a change from all this dating strangers don't you? You need to try another type of relationship don't you?'

I waited to make sure she had finished talking. 'I hadn't really thought about it.'

'Mistress. You always say Mistress when you finish talking to me. Say it'

'Mis---tress' What was going on. The girl, Sophie started smiling.

'You are to come with us and I'll introduce you to some people that are looking for someone like you.'

And with that she got up and started walking to the door. Sophie lent down and whispered 'Come on. You won't regret it.'

In that split second I had to decide. Do I go with two complete strangers, or do I go home on my own again. They were odd, strangely exciting but also dangerous. Sod it. I got up and followed Sophie outside.

On the pavement the Woman was waiting with Sophie just behind her. She was standing there waiting, as if she knew that I would come out with her. 'Follow me, walk behind Sophie. And no talking.'

I looked at her and she pulled this face as if to say 'And?'

Then I remembered. 'Yes Mistress.'

So off we walked. Into Soho. We walked for ten minutes at a quick pace. The Woman at the front striding through the crowds, with Sophie behind, then me following. Past a few sex shops, and strip bars. A couple of times I thought I saw the girls on the doors of the strip clubs curtsey to the Woman.

We eventually got to a small doorway down an alley that was deserted. She turned to Sophie and clipped a lead to her leather choker collar. I had thought the collar was just a fashion item. Now I noticed that it was a proper dog collar. She then looked at me and said 'You want to come inside, you have to wear one too.' And with that she got a collar out of her shoulder bag and strode up to me.

'This is your last chance' She whispered into my ear. 'Let me put this on you and you will never regret it. You will be tested, but you will learn a new pleasure beyond your dreams.'

I stood my ground. It had finally clicked what was going on. I had always made a point of buying Cosmo or Marie Claire when there were articles on S&M clubs. I had always had some strange fascination with the whole scene, it excited me, but I never thought I would have the balls to go to one. But here I was, ready, with a guide who would open the door to this new exciting world. 'Bring it on Mistress, I am yours', I gasped as my stomach turned over and over.

THE ENTRANCE === ========

The collar went around my throat and was pulled tight. A lead was attached. I looked at her and knew that I had made the right decision. She was smiling at me. That made me feel good. She then gave the other end of the lead to Sophie and said, 'That is the last time I will touch you unless you make a five.'

What was she talking about, a five? I thought she was going to be my mistress. I was confused, this suddenly didn't seem like a good idea.

In little under an hour I had gone from being a 27 year old out on a first date, to standing outside a god-knows-what type of club in Soho, with a dog collar around my neck, with a lead attached that was held by what was obviously this Woman's slave.

This wasn't what I expected (God knows what I was expecting though!). I started backing away in shock. I got a sharp tug on the collar in return. Sophie looked at Mistress, who smiled and nodded.

With that the black heavyset door opened inwards and blue fluorescent light flickered on and poured out into the street. Inside the door I could see a room that was about 3 metres square with mirrored walls. From where I was standing I couldn't see anyway out of the room.

Mistress walked into the room, followed by Sophie. I looked up and down the alleyway. At the end I could see life going on as normal, well as normal as Soho is anyway. Tourists and drunk businessmen filtered past. No one looked at me. No one. Suddenly the loneliness hit me. Then I felt another sharp tug on the lead and I fell in through the door.

I ended up on all fours on the floor. It was mirrored! I started to get up, when I heard 'Stop. As you can't even make a decent entrance you will stay on all fours.'

I looked around, not lifting my head, but using the mirrors to see all around the room. The door that we had come in by had completely disappeared. There was now no obvious entrance or exit. All the walls, floor and ceiling were mirrored and there was blue fluorescent strip lights in all the corners.

In the reflection on the floor I saw Mistress turn to Sophie and nod twice.

With that Sophie turned her head to look at me and slowly unbuttoned her black blouse. Under her blouse was a black corset that must have squeezed all her internal organs up to her chest. That top had really hidden her tiny waist. And this corset, this wasn't your normal affair, it had half cups for her boobs, pushing them up and creating a good-sized cleavage, whilst still covering her nipples. The panels were a mix of silk and shiny metal mesh, and there were laces criss-crossed down the back. She quickly bent down and slid her simple black knee length skirt off. Underneath there was a matching g-string, with a single pink silk rose at the middle of the back, just above her perfectly toned bum. The front was made from the same metal mesh that now twinkled in the blue light. Wow, she was hot. All the time she was looking down at me, smiling.

I was starting to get sore knees, and I noticed, quite wet down below. This was scaring me and turning me on at the same time.

Then Sophie spoke quickly, 'You have five minutes to make me come. If you fail, you will be thrown out into the street, if you succeed, you will find out what awaits you. Now start.'

The lights suddenly changed colour to a dark red and Sophie walked up to me, grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into her crotch, 'Eat me' she commanded.

I had once kissed a girl back at Uni. There had been fondling under the covers at a drunken stopover party. Never carpet munching. Another shove to the back of my head snapped me out of my shock.

I ran my hands up her smooth, toned, legs and grabbed her g-string. Sexy as it was, it was in the way. I started pulling it down, but she quickly grabbed the sides. Obviously that wasn't allowed.

'30 seconds' boomed out from nowhere.

Shit. Only four and a half minutes left. How the hell am I going to do this?

Sophie then firmly pushed me back and I ended up lying down. She quickly manoeuvred herself over me, pulled the gusset of her g-string to the side and sat squarely on my face. Simple really.

She was wet, and sweet, and musty, and, and, wow, she tasted good. I started madly licking, trying to push my tongue up her hole, sucking in her lips, and shoving my rough tongue all over her clit.

Nothing. She wasn't squirming, or moaning, in fact she seemed to be drying up.

'2 minutes'

Shit. My mind raced, how do you make a girl come quickly. Well I was a girl, what made me come? So I started licking from the back of her cunt, to the front. A couple of those and Sophie started rocking with me. I then remembered a trick I had heard a girlfriend say her boyfriend used on her - Spell out the alphabet on the clit.

So I started at the back of her cunt, along the side, nibbled on the lip, up to the clit, A, back down the other side, nibble, around the whole back up to B, down around, C. Sophie was starting to get wetter again, and the rocking was turning into a grinding. I increased the pressure. e sent quivers through her cunt. This was working.

'4 minutes'

Shit. I was starting to enjoy giving my first ever head, and had forgotten about the time. Enough of this alphabet. Hard, rough licking of the clit was needed. Not too quick, just a good rhythm, working with her rocking.

It was an increase in juice that singled the orgasm. Just as the voice started counting, '30','29'

'Yes', 'Yes', 'Harder you bitch', 'Yes'

'23'

She started pushing her cunt into my mouth, I couldn't breath, I just licked her clit for all I was worth.

The voice carried on counting, Sophie carried on screaming.

She stopped when the voice said '2', and stood up. A little wobbly on her legs. Pulling her g-string back in place.

The lights turned back blue when the voice said 'Complete'.

I smiled, and went to get up, then I remember that I had to stay on all fours, so I rolled over on to my tummy, and raised myself up.

Sophie smiled. The Mistress smiled. Sophie, having regained her composure then stepped forward and announced,

'I am now going to strip you down to your underwear and put a hood over you. You will then be lead to the display room where you will be inspected. After an hour in this room you will be taken to the auction room where you will be sold to the most generous bidder. You will then sign your number one contract. On completion of your number one in the allotted time frame you will progress onto your number two contract. Again on completion of this, you will progress on to your number three. If you complete your number three you will be bought back for your assessment.

If you fail to complete any contract within the specified time frame the ownership agreement will lapse and you can walk away. Your safe word will be 'Normandy'. If you say this the contract will be failed and your ownership agreement will lapse and you can walk away.

If however you wish to have another try at the contract your Mistress can bring you here and request the ZanZou for a second chance. No one has ever requested a third chance from Zanzou.

Do you understand?'

Er, what? What was that about auctions and contracts and 'Normandy' and Zanzou. My head was spinning. I looked up. Sophie was smiling at me. She started nodding at me and I said ' Yes Mistress'.

The smiled dropped. What had I said? Then it happened. An small electric shock hit Sophie and me at the same time. It must have come from the collars. It wasn't a huge shock, just enough to warn!

'You don't call anyone Mistress unless they are a ten. Call Sophie Miss. Understand?' Mistress said angrily.

'Yes Mistress. Sorry Mistress' I managed.

'Carry on Sophie. The hood first for this one.' said Mistress handing Sophie a black leather hood from her bag.

With that Sophie took the hood and walked up to me. She bent down and Whispered into my ear, 'Don't worry I know you didn't know, just try to learn quickly. I will see you when you are a five. Good luck. And remember, I'll be waiting when you're a five'. Then she slipped the hood over my head. She pulled my hair out through the back of it in a ponytail. As she pulled it tight and laced up the back, I felt a bit go into my mouth and plugs go into my ears. There were no eyeholes, but I could tell that there were holes for my mouth and nose so that I could breath.

She then took me by the hands and made me stand up. I felt my top being pulled over my head, I raised my arms to help. Then my skirt was unhooked and slipped down. Thank God I was wearing clean matching underwear I thought. Funny that, I didn't worry that I was about to be sold, just that I should not be seen in mismatching underwear!

I then heard a sliding noise and felt a gust of hot air hit my body. It was enough to give me goosies. Obviously some door had been opened and I was about to enter the club.

THE CLUB === ====

There was a tug on my lead and I started walking. Through the earplugs I could hear the bass of some techno dance music. To start with I found it really difficult to walk without seeing where I was going and stumbled a couple of times as I was led around corners. The more I walked the more I noticed small tugs on the lead. These must be guidance from Sophie. I was learning quickly, quick short tugs for left, slow long tugs for right, single short tug for down step and single long tug for up step.

I was so busy concentrating on picking up the instructions I forgot what I was doing. It became the most important thing in the world for me to walk confidently, even though I couldn't see where I was going. Quick short tugs, going around a left corner, straight, one long tug, up a step, straight, another long tug, quick short tugs for a long time, big left bend, followed by slow long tugs, right bend, one short tug, down a step, another short tug, down another step. I begin to feel really proud of what I was doing. And Sophie, she must be concentrating really hard. This must be as much a test for her as for me!

But then someone slapped my arse and broke my concentration. Just as I received a series of slow long tugs. I turned left, away from the slap! That was it. I ended up walking into a couple of bodies. I could tell from my heightened sense of touch and smell, that one was covered in leather, the other in rubber. Hands started groping me. Time seemed to slow down. One grabbed my left boob, squeezing the nipple through my bra. Another hand went straight to my crotch, and one finger slid inside my g-string and probed from my clitoris to my hole. God I was wet. Another hand went to my arse and went under the thin piece of g-string that went up the crack of my arse. A finger then entered past my tight asshole and I jumped. I had never had that done to me before.

My lead was suddenly yanked, and my top half went flying to the right. Unfortunately my legs couldn't follow quickly enough and I ended up lying on the floor. I didn't feel any instructions through the lead, and no one was touching me so I stayed exactly where I was. Eventually hands came down and unclipped an earpiece. Sophie whispered in my ear, 'You have made me fail. Nod once to be taken to the inspection room now or twice if you want to carry on with the lead test.'

I nodded twice. 'You do realise that this time will be for twice as long, and the no-touching rule doesn't apply.'

Shit. I must have been walking for twenty minutes. Can I handle forty minutes, and with people touching me? Then I pictured Sophie in her Corset and g-string, waiting for me when I was a five - what ever that was. I nodded twice.

The earpiece was clipped back in place, and we were off again.

Slow long tugs, quick short tugs, singles, multiples, long, short. And this time hands grabbed my boobs and arse. I got slapped so many times, my arse was getting numb. And my nipples, they were rock hard from all the tweaking. But I concentrated on the instructions through the lead, and switched off the messages coming from my body.

Then someone put a cube of ice in the front of my g-string. That snapped me out of my trance like state. Fortunately it was on a straight so I didn't miss a turn. Still it was cold and the melted water started dribbling down my g-string on to my clit. The gusset was already soaked from my juice so it started dribbling down my leg. All very off putting! I carried on.

Eventually, after what seemed like a couple of hours, the lead was pulled sharply down, all the way to the floor. I had no choice but to follow it. I ended up with my arse in the air and my head on the floor, with my arms to my sides. A number of hands quickly removed my g-string and bra. I was now naked.

So, Sophie had passed the lead test. Good. I felt proud that I had managed to follow her instructions. This was right.

I smiled and realised I had been biting hard on the bit in my mouth. For the first time I thought about what Sophie had said to me. I was to be inspected for an hour, then auctioned. What lay in store for me?