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I hope you enjoy this, and please feel free to send me comments, both 
positive and negative. I think that those of you that feel there isn't 
much sex in my stories will be pleasantly surprised with this one.

Adhara Law



BEHIND THE CURTAIN
by Adhara Law
Copyright 1999 Adhara Law (adhara_law@hotmail.com). All rights reserved. 
May not be reproduced or distributed without express written permission 
by the author.



"There isn't a more intense feeling in the world," she said, "than that 
of completely giving up control."

I stared hard at her. Control was something I harnessed, something I 
cultivated. I'd be damned if I was going to give it up to anyone, much 
less someone wielding handcuffs and a whip. The experimentalist in me 
retreated behind a wall of indifference.

"Try it," she pleaded. "Try it once. You don't have to be a nice girl 
all the time. Come with me."

And so I found myself preening before the mirror like an awkward 
teenager, Alyssa rummaging through my wardrobe for an acceptable 
ensemble. She'd shown up clad completely in black, her short blond hair 
fringing her face in tiny, honey-colored daggers, her blue eyes sunken 
deep by black eye shadow. Three years of friendship and I'd never seen 
her like this. Alyssa kept her sexual kinks to herself. Until now.

I settled on black leggings and a long, flowing white dress shirt, 
complemented by my knee-high black leather boots. After a thin layer of 
blood-red lipstick, Alyssa led the way.

Night had already soaked the streets of the city. We walked through 
alternating patches of light and darkness and fell into a silent 
communication fed by the strobe-like action of the lights. Alyssa 
obviously knew where she was going. I followed without question, though 
I felt a growing knot of disdain in my stomach. I couldn't believe I'd 
agreed to this.

We turned into a poorly lit doorway that resembled the entryway of a 
condemned New York City apartment building. "Are you sure this is the 
place?" I asked her.

"Positive. I come here all the time." She pulled open the door.

We were immersed in a throbbing pulse of dance music and an ocean of 
dark crimson haze. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I followed Alyssa 
to the bar, which was crowded by a leather-clad horde of pale-skinned, 
raven-haired vampires. At least, they looked like vampires. Their 
piercing eyes followed our every move as we ordered a couple of drinks 
and scanned the room. 

The place looked like an old basement with some of the walls torn out. A 
dance floor of sorts occupied the middle of the space, while long, wide 
couches lined the walls. There were posts, holes, rings, and chains 
scattered around the place haphazardly. I leaned into Alyssa.

"So what do we do?" I asked, impatient to satisfy her earlier plea for a 
glimpse into her sexual world.

"We wait," she hollered over the music. "You'll know what to do when 
it's time to do it."

As I nursed my drink, not wanting to get drunk and lose control for the 
evening, I glanced around the room at the throngs of vibrating, 
undulating sub-humanity. As cruel as the title sounded, they seemed to 
revel in their gothic-ness, as if they were trying to establish their 
own subterranean leather-and-piercings culture. Women as thin as rails 
glided past me as if on a separate plane of existence, their pale skin 
and eyes jagged against the sharp contrast of their black-as-ink hair. 
Men glanced at me sullenly, almost daring me to say what I was thinking 
out loud.

>From the corner of my eye, I saw a man approach Alyssa and wrap a thick, 
strong arm around her waist. His dark brown hair fell in long waves to 
the middle of his back, and he towered over both of us. She obviously 
knew him; within seconds the two were locked in a deep kiss. She broke 
it off long enough to introduce me.

"Cherise, this is Arman." Alyssa leaned in close and in a hoarse whisper 
added, "I'll find you later." I swirled the ice in my glass as I watched 
her thread her way through the crowd and finally disappear.

Ordering another vodka from the bartender, I surveyed the room once 
more. I saw both men and women being led by chains attached to black, 
menacing collars around their necks. Where they were being led to I 
didn't know. Some disappeared behind curtains; some were sat on the long 
couches that lined the inside perimeter of the club, their chains 
attached to nearby rings in the walls.

I ventured out across the club to find Alyssa and tell her that the 
place just wasn't for me and that I would catch a cab home. As I walked, 
I caught sight of more couples -- men with women, men with men, and 
women with women. On my right I passed a young-looking woman with a 
metal-studded collar around her neck kneeling at the feet of a tall, 
thin, dark-haired woman. The collared girl wore nothing but a pair of 
black lace panties, and her hands looked to be tied behind her back. The 
woman she obviously belonged to gave me a menacing stare.

I continued to search the crowd for Alyssa, noticing more and more 
clusters of sexual activity. In a dimly lit corner I saw a man and a 
woman tower over another cowering man wearing only a leather chest 
harness to which was attached a metal chain. As the woman yanked the 
chain and pulled the man roughly toward her pussy, her second lover 
moved behind her and began pinching her nipples as he bit into the soft 
white skin of her neck.

My eyes scanned the room for any sign of Alyssa. I saw one -- her blond 
hair against a far wall caught my eye. With her was Arman and another 
man -- tall, skinny, and bald -- that I didn't recognize. Alyssa knelt 
before the two of them, her clothes completely gone. A delicate silver 
chain draped from one nipple to other, attached at both ends by what 
looked to be nipple clamps. She wore the ubiquitous collar, her chain 
fixed to the wall but held tightly by Arman. As she sucked the cock of 
the man I didn't recognize, I watched Arman jerk the chain back. 
Alyssa's hand moved over Arman's cock faster now.

I was struck motionless. Not knowing whether to keep watching or turn 
away, I found myself entranced. I felt a warm wetness soak the thin lace 
of my panties as my eyes refused to turn away from my friend. She must 
have felt me staring; her eyes turned in my direction and caught my 
gaze, and I thought I detected a smile as she moved the man's cock in 
and out of her mouth.

"You want to be in her place, don't you?"

Startled, I turned toward a somewhat deep voice behind me and close to 
my ear. It belonged to a man wearing black leather pants and a black 
silk shirt. His face resembled that of an adolescent boy -- prominent 
cheekbones, no sign of facial hair. He was slightly shorter than me and 
very thin, and his violet eyes contrasted nicely with the pale shade of 
his skin and his short, black, slicked-back hair.

 "Not necessarily," I replied. The tone of his voice raised my hackles a 
bit; it was as if he thought he knew me.

He looked me up and down, sizing me up. "I think you do." When I made a 
dismissive sound and turned back toward Alyssa, he said, "When you 
realize I'm right, I'll be over by the bar." With that, he walked away.

I turned to watch him go. He was nothing like the type of man I was 
attracted to. I went for tall, shy blondes, built but not too hulking. A 
pair of glasses always got my attention as well, giving the guy a smart 
look and an air of innocence just waiting to be corrupted. I liked them 
reserved and eager and waiting for me to take charge. This man was 
nothing like that.

I brought my attention back to Alyssa and nearly gasped. Now she was on 
her knees, sucking Arman's cock with the other man fucking her from 
behind. The chain to her collar was wrapped around his hand and he held 
it taut, pulling on it occasionally like a rider pulls the reins of a 
horse. The silver chain of the nipple clamps swung forward and back to 
the rhythm of her swaying body.

My eyes darted around the room as I suddenly realized that nearly 
everyone in the club, save a few stragglers, was now engaged in some 
dominant-and-submissive sexual scenario. Almost every couch that lined 
the club walls was occupied. Most groups comprised three people or more 
and were a mix of both men and women, with no preference in gender as to 
who was dominant and who was submissive. 

The sight of so many people in the throes of sexual ecstasy caused a 
tingle to creep over my skin from head to toe. But as stimulating as the 
sights were, it couldn't compare to that of Alyssa and her companions. I 
watched as a fourth member entered the scene -- the tall woman I'd 
passed earlier who'd had her own submissive kneeling at her feet. I 
noticed now that the woman wore thigh high black leather boots and 
carried what looked like a wooden paddle. As the nameless man scooted 
himself into position under Alyssa and slid his cock into her pussy, the 
woman strode slowly up to take his place behind her, and with a dark 
smile, swung the paddle and landed it squarely on Alyssa's left cheek.

By now the crotch of my leggings was completely soaked through and my 
legs were shaking. I needed to sit down. I reluctantly pulled my gaze 
from the scene and made my way back to the bar, where I noticed the man 
who'd spoken to me earlier. He caught my look with a smile; I turned 
away. Despite the electric sexual buzz that was zipping through me, I 
was uncomfortable. I didn't like the fact that I was turned on by what I 
saw, and I was even more uncomfortable with the fact that I was enjoying 
the sight of Alyssa in her sexual element. I ordered another drink from 
the bartender as I warded off a small shudder.

I felt the mysterious man's violet eyes boring into me. I tried to 
supress the urge to look at him, but I couldn't. I turned.

It may have been the hormones that hung thick in the air of the club. It 
may have been the cries that filled the air as, one by one, the club's 
patrons moaned and screamed in orgasmic release. But most likely it was 
his eyes.

Despite my non-attraction, I couldn't tear myself away from him. In his 
vise-like gaze, he spoke to me. _You think you're on the edge now,_ he 
said, _just wait until I've got hold of you. I can show you more heights 
of ecstasy than what your friend is feeling right now._

When he finally turned and walked away from the bar, I put my drink down 
and followed.

It was like trying to follow a shadow in the dark. I watched him 
disappear and reappear as he wound his way through the crowd until 
finally he vanished behind a black curtain in a corner of the club. My 
pace slowed as I got to the curtain myself, my blood nearly boiling with 
excitement and nervousness and fear. With a deep breath, I pushed the 
curtain aside and walked into the room.

I found myself in something only slightly larger than a closet. The only 
light came from a dim bulb in the corner, and everything in the room was 
jet black -- the small bed, the floor, the walls, everything. Behind the 
bed where a headboard would be was a series of metal bars from which 
hung black leather cuffs with enormous, serious-looking metal latches. I 
swallowed hard.

"Lay down on the bed."

I gasped and turned. He was behind me, his arms snaking around my waist. 
When I hesitated, he grabbed me and turned me around with a strength he 
didn't look like he had.

"I said, lay down on the bed. Now."

I sat myself down quickly at the end of the bed. As I stared up at him, 
he slowly moved my long brown hair off of my shoulders to lay against my 
back. His hands glided along the back of my neck, and in a slow movement 
he gripped the length of my hair in his hand and pulled it back. Hard 
but slow.

"Take off your clothes."

It was a command. At any other time I would have decked a man for 
telling me that, for ordering me around like a personal slave, but at 
that instant I was in another universe. I unbuttoned my shirt and let 
the thin cotton gauze-like material slip from my shoulders. I threw my 
leather boots to the side of the tiny room and slipped out of my 
leggings. A bolt of nervousness shot through me as I began unhooking my 
bra. I was undressing in front a stranger, a man who, ordinarily, I 
wouldn't find myself the least bit attracted to. The thought both 
thrilled and terrified me. I slipped my panties off and stood naked in 
front of him.

"Lie back."

As I lay back on the bed, he took my wrists in his hands and pushed them 
above my head toward the leather cuffs. Gripping both wrists in one 
hand, he straddled me and latched my left wrist into a cuff and then my 
right. The metal buckles snapped with a loud click in the quiet of the 
room. Despite the subsonic beat of the music that echoed through the 
club, the silence was nearly suffocating.

I wriggled my wrists inside the cuffs, which were deceptively soft. 
There was no getting out of these on my own. Every twist of my wrist 
elicited a wicked creak from the aged leather. And those weren't the 
only restraints that would hold me down. I watched as he leaned down to 
the floor and brought up two more leather cuffs to hold my ankles. I 
felt a thin sheen of sweat seep out of my pores. 

Once he'd completely latched me in, he surveyed his work with a 
lascivious smile. I shifted my hips in a futile attempt to relieve the 
intense tingle that was skittering over and through my pussy. It made 
him smile even more.

"I can do anything I want to you," he murmured. He straddled my hips and 
lowered his face to mine, bringing his lips as close as he could to my 
own without actually touching them. "And I will."

A tiny moan escaped without permission from my lips.

He pressed his mouth against mine and pried open my lips with his 
intensely warm, wet tongue. I gave myself over to it completely. Sucking 
it into my mouth, I raised my hips slightly off the bed and pressed as 
much as I could against the leather of his pants. He made a sound that 
resembled a girlish giggle as he broke the kiss and slid his mouth down 
the side of my neck, biting as he went. I shut my eyes tight and gasped. 
When he'd worked his way down to my nipples, I was nearly vibrating with 
tension. 

As he gently bit and licked my left nipple, I heard a tinny jingle. From 
somewhere I hadn't seen he'd gotten a chain that looked a lot like the 
one I saw adorning Alyssa's nipples earlier. I bit my lip. He watched 
intently as he opened the clip and brought it to my nipples, and when 
he'd tightened it, my eyes rolled back and I arched my head against the 
mattress beneath me, my voice filling the room in sharp cries that I had 
no control over.

_There isn't a more intense feeling in the world than that of completely 
giving up control._

  Alyssa's words resounded through my imagination as I brought myself 
back to earth. I felt almost like I was beginning to lose my sense of 
self because I was giving it all to this man. I reveled in it. I let the 
ache in my clit and my pussy and my nipples get stronger as I watched 
him slowly take his own clothes off, his eyes locked onto mine the 
entire time. As he stripped off his leather pants and black underwear, I 
let out a gasp.

He was a she.

The black silk of the shirt slid off pale white shoulders as she 
unbuttoned it, revealing two tiny breasts that somehow I hadn't noticed 
when I'd sized him up earlier. I was stunned, terrified, and disgusted. 
I'd never kissed a woman before, let alone made love to one. While 
female friends of mine purported to be bisexual and experimented with 
the same gender, I was firmly heterosexual. The idea never repulsed me; 
I simply wasn't attracted to women. 

I stared at her face, seeing now for the first time that night how 
feminine it really was. Had I known the entire time and simply convinced 
myself that she was male? Could I turn off the sexual electricity that 
ran through me with such intensity now because she was a woman?

I couldn't. I took in a deep, slow, jagged breath and closed my eyes.

She ran a nail neatly manicured in a masculine style along my ribs. 
Unable to help myself, I urged her to continue her ministrations by 
arching my hips up toward her. She smiled wickedly and bent down ever so 
slowly.

For a moment, I did picture her as a man, her tongue like that of any 
man's as she licked slowly at the lips of my pussy, teasing and tasting. 
But I gave into the side of me that led me here in the first place and 
opened my eyes. I stretched my neck as much as possible to watch the 
head of short, slicked-back hair as it moved between my legs, making me 
moan uncontrollably. I should have known that a woman would know exactly 
what could please another woman. She licked and sucked her way from my 
pussy to my clit and gently nibbled on the little pearl until I was 
writhing in ecstatic agony. Unable to take it any longer, I gave the 
leather cuffs around my wrists and my ankles a sharp jerk and came hard 
against the softness of her lips. 

She scrambled up the bed and straddled me, putting a knee to either side 
of my head. "Lick me," she growled. It wasn't a command, but it wasn’t 
something meant to be ignored. I didn't want to anyway.

Still restrained by the leather cuffs, I ran my tongue along the swell 
of her pussy and around the hard pebble of her clit. Her hips moved 
forward and back to the rhythm of the music that seeped into our little 
room from the rest of the club. As she ground harder and harder against 
me, my tongue moved faster and faster until I felt a shudder quake 
through the bones of her pelvis.

Later, I moved the curtain of the tiny room aside to reveal the rest of 
the club. People were still entertaining themselves along the walls of 
the club, but there were fewer groups now as the night -- now morning -- 
was getting late. I turned to see her buttoning the last of the buttons 
of her silk shirt as she sidled up to me. With a very feminine smile, 
she touched my arm gently and moved past me to join the rest of the 
club.

Alyssa seemed to appear from nowhere, startling me from my watchful gaze 
as the woman disappeared into the depths of the club. "I don’t know 
about you," Alyssa said, "but I'm ready to go home."

"So am I. Let's go."

We threaded our way to the door. A cool, strong breeze swirled around us 
as the echo of our heels clicking against the pavement slowly grew 
stronger than the pulse of the music from back inside the club.

"So," Alyssa said, her voice pregnant with excitement. "What did you 
think?"

I looked up into the clouded sky, noticing the patches of clear black 
that forced their way through to reveal stars I hadn't noticed before. 
"It was...enlightening."


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Adhara Law
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