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Username: Kitkat29
Post Number: 4
Registered: 05-2021
| | Posted on Friday, May 07, 2021 - 07:41 pm: | 
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(I'm sorry if this gets a little long. I had an idea, and started writing, and then the story took over and I lost control of it. Critiques are always very welcome. Thanks!)
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Michaela Joy O’Neill stepped out of the taxi onto the sidewalk, pausing on the corner to get her bearings. She’d been embarrassed about her destination, so she’d had the taxi drop her up the block. As she walked toward the club, she looked confident, a far cry from how she felt. It wasn’t a long walk to the club and, when she got there and looked at the stairway that led down to the entrance, that false confidence faded and she looked as nervous as she’d been feeling since she’d gotten into the taxi 20 minutes before.
Sucking her lower lip between her teeth and nibbling on it, MJ smoothed her hands shakily down her skirt. The butterflies her her stomach were growing and she was tempted to turn and walk down the street. But she shook her head. “Fuck that,” MJ said to herself, ignoring the people that glanced at her as they walked by. “I didn’t come here chicken out.” As pep talks go, it wasn’t the best, but it was going to have to do. She took another deep breath straightened her shoulders and walked into the club.
Once inside, MJ looked around, trying to look like she knew what she was doing. A very kind-faced man walked up to her, smiling at her. “Hello. I’m Lenny. Welcome to my club.” MJ relaxed automatically as she turned to him. “First time here, dear?”
She nodded, finding herself grinning. “That obvious, is it?”
He chuckled. “Well, I don’t recall seeing you before, so we’ll blame it on that.” Resting his hand very gently, and gentlemanly, on her back he steered her toward an also smiling woman. “This is Dee. If you’d like, you can leave your purse and wrap with her. I promise you, your things will be safe.”
Dee walked over, gently taking MJ’s cold hand, squeezing it gently. “First time jitters are perfectly normal.” She smiled encouragingly as she took MJ’s wrap and waited for MJ to release her death grip on her purse straps, shyly handing it over. Dee checked her things, handed MJ a chit so she could collect them later and smiled at her again. “Just remember, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want. If you’re ever uncomfortable, you can politely walk away from a conversation. Or not politely, if that’s necessary. You can relax and enjoy yourself.” Dee turned to help someone else as Lenny recaptured MJ’s attention, gently steering her toward the main room.
“There are volunteers in the main room - very friendly and very supportive - if you have any questions.” Lenny smiled at her again. “They’ll get you set up with your name tag and identification.”
MJ had relaxed so much thanks to Lenny and Dee and their warm kindness. “Identification?” she looked at Lenny curiously.
“Nothing fancy.” He smiled at her. “Just a name tag. You don’t want people to be yelling ‘Hey You’ if they want to talk to you.” His eyes twinkled as she giggled at him. “What is your name, anyway?
“Michaela.”
“Lovely name, it’s nice to meet you.” Lenny grinned at her and gestured to the doorway. “You’re going to enjoy yourself, I think. Have fun.”
The butterflies were still in her tummy, but much quieter, as MJ walked into the main room, looking around. Almost immediately, a smiling man and woman walked up.
“Hi,” the woman greeted her warmly. “I’m Jess. Welcome to the party.”
MJ smiled, a bit shyly, at both of them. “Thanks. I …” She looked around, a bit overwhelmed. “What do I do now?”
The man grinned at her, “First thing is to relax.” MJ grinned ruefully, recognizing that she was already tensing up a bit. “I’m Adam.” He tapped his blue name tag. “And let’s get you one of these.”
“Blue name tags are for subs,” Jess explained. “Red for doms. I always thought red was better for subs, though. More fitting. But rules are rules.” MJ laughed, noting that Adam was submissive, and Jess dominant. Jess tilted her head at MJ, “There’s also a notification for a switch, if you’re comfortable playing both sides of the paddle.”
MJ shook her head quickly, “No, I really don’t want to - I mean, there’s nothing wrong with it - I just - “ she stopped herself from rambling, barely. “I’m a sub, please. My name is Michaela.”
“Hey, like I said. Relax.” Adam pulled out a marker and a blue tag. “Do you want your real name on the tag? Or a nickname? We generally recommend nicknames, but, really, either is fine. It’s what you’re comfortable with.”
MJ nodded, remembering that advice from the chats she’d been having. “Cat. It was a nickname when I was a kid.”
Adam flashed her a smile, “Then you won’t have a problem remembering it.” He handed MJ her name tag, letting her put it on. “Now, there’s one more piece.” Adam handed her a stick-on dot. “If you’re looking for a spanking, put this on your shoulder.”
MJ took the dot hesitantly. “I’m not sure, yet.” She started nibbling her lip again.
“That’s okay,” Jess reassured her immediately. “Just hold on to it. You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to. If you get more comfortable, and you want to, you can put it on then.”
MJ’s grip on the dot tightened, and she nodded. “Got it.” She took a deep breath again, and smiled nervously at the two. “Okay, I’m ready to dive in.”
“Great! Just have fun. And relax!” Adam grinned at her and gestured dramatically toward the main of the room, prompting a giggle from her. |
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