Yo ho it’s pirates life for me!

Walking along you again examine the symbol on each of the door, looking to see if any catch your eye. Some you can tell right away what they are supposed have behind them, the one a knight on a horse more then likely a mid evil setting, with the one to the left with the sign of cowboy hat being being a western. There are also some weird ones like the door with just a car wheel. You not sure quite what that one is supposed to represent. Like what, does the club have some erotic race track hidden away in that room. You stifle a small chuckle to yourself as you pass by that room, you finding the thought of some one trying to make race car driving sexy an absolutely ridiculous idea.

Then you stop as you come to tenth on door. The sight of an iconic, and infamous symbol on the front of the black wooden door making you halt in your track. There standing proudly in the center paint in pure white is the jolly Rogers. Pirates, Huh now there is a unexpected idea for a back drop. Not a bad one either, media invoking that setting always portrays stuff that gets your blood pumping.

Adventure, on the high seas, the freedom of open water. The tantilzing gamble of making your fortune, or ending up with a one way trip to Davy Jones locker. Heck some times you even get the occuasioanl big breasted made in who needs to be recused by some
Handsome swashbuckler, it only really makes sense to fully lean into the risky side of that genre.

Your mind starting to really run wild now as you wonder just what exactly
While lost in thought you swear the old skull and cross bones before you smirks ever so slightly at you. It almost like the skull is giving a subtle smile to say ‘oh you don’t even know’. As if any scenario you are able to consive in your head pales in comparison to what really lies behind this door. That does it, with the final push of the Jolly Roger egging you on, you’ve made up your mind.

Taking a bold step forward you take a firm grip on the door handle. Thrusting forward your arm the door widely swings open to reveal a flight of dark wooden stairs going downwards. The ceiling, and walls are made up of a dark back shag carpet, the pitch blackness only being chased away by some lights in bedded in the ceiling. Raising an eyebrow you think the sight before you is a bit ominous with you not even able to see the end of the stairs as you look down the decedning hallway.

You then shrug as you figure the play room must be located in the clubs basement or something. Makes sense you guess, big as club cupcake is it would make sense to get more space out of their property by building downwards.

This fact just intrigues more as you realize you might really be getting some real bang for your buck if this room has a whole level of the club devoted to it. Is it possible they have a whole pirate ship down their? Nah surely not, the location would have to some sort of small island or little dock area.

Whatever the place maybe be you’re ready to get a move, the temptation to meeting some sexy pirates, or maybe becoming one spuring you to start defending down the stairs. The wood making a clomping sound as you take a step, a slight creak of the worn wood also accompanying your every movement. A dull light bulb every few feet light the way just enough for you to see the steps in front of you as you walk down.

Then about ninety steps down you finally reach the floor of a narrow hallway. Only the gapping maw of shadows cans be seen as you squint your eyes to try to see the end. The low lighting still making it hard to see more then only a few feet in front of you. Getting a little unnerved by your limited ability to see you take a moment to steal yourself before starting to walk forward. You take it slow, walking at a meandering pace less you accidentally end up bumping into something in the low visibility. Trailing along for a minute or two your spirits then pick up as you hear the faint sounds of seagulls in the distance. Then you see a bright light at looks like what appears to be the end of the hallway, and a person sitting at what appears to be some sort of podium. Getting close you see that it is a woman, and she seems to be dressed up as some strange aquatic creature.

Appearing to see you approaching the lady then sits up straight, and as she out stretches her hands towards you speakers hidden in the walls buzz to life. A feminine voice smooth as butter then reverberates through the corridor, a sweet siren call that you presume belongs to the women.

“Greets fair traveler, and may I welcome you to the land of the sea, I am the goddess of the ocean Aguaenta hear my call so that I may guide you safely on the journey you are about to embrace on.” The women says the speakers tickling your ears with her alluring tone.

It sounds like she’s speaking right in your ear despite her clearly being a couple feet away. Where ever the microphone is located on this women calling herself ‘Aguaenta’ it has to be very close to her mouth. The way in which the sound emanates from the speakers sounding like her lips are just a few inches away from your ear.

It’s almost as if you can feel her breath against your skin, your spine tingling as this despite the women a while away you can feel her embracing her. The way she talks holding an intimate under tone which one would only speak to lover in their arms. Taken complete by the enchanting voice you quickly pick up the pace now getting closer, and closer till you stand right in front of the podium she’s at.

With about only a foot or two between the both of you, you can finally get a good look at the woman calling herself Aguaenta. She’s taller then you by an inch or two leaving her about 6 and a half inches in height. She has a modest figure, slightly on the skinny side, with her physique being balanced out by a perfectly spherical set of D cup breasts. She has a diamond shaped face, with a pair of large cute eye’s, and mouth with full lips. These are really the only physical features you can discern as the rest of the more finer details are obscure by a combination of costume pieces, and body paint. With the women being made to look like a humanoid species different from a human.

The first part that catches your eye is the sea shell like crest made to look like it’s imbedded in Aguaenta’s forehead. It starting right above the line where here eye brows should be, which she lacks by the way. It like one half of clam with rounded five stars points played out like an open hand or paper fan. It looking quite grand as this fore head crest’s points face upwards making the woman look intrinsically proud of regal.

Next your eyes travel to her hair, or the lack their off. With instead her having a full head of octopus tentacles that fall down in length to the beginning of her neck. The appendices clearly a stand in for real hair follicles are about the circumference of small sodas can, them all swept back in cute slicked back hair or ‘tentacle’ style. Her ears are made to look like flared webbed fins. Them the same cool aqua color that the rest of her skin is painted. With there also being those same webbed fins on the back of her fore arms, and lower legs, though obviously those ones are a lot bigger then the ones that are her ears.

There is also an observable attempt to keep a balance of Aguaenta looking both exotically beautiful, and dangerous predatory. With a pair of deep blue glossy lipstick hiding a mouth full of shark like teeth. Nails on both her webbed hands, and bare webbed feet are painted pitch black, long, and sharpened so much they almost look like claws. Some more visual quirks are some patches of shiny scales that trail down the side of her abdomen past her hips, and stopping just above her knee. Two deep blue strips going horizontally across her lower back, and finally the presence of a few accessories.

With the woman actually being naked besides a shell anklet around her left ankle, a necklace made out of several craved pieces of coral, and two stunning pearl earnings hanging from her finned ears. Really you have to give major props to costume, and make up department who did the woman up. It really is hard to tell where her body begins and the costume end. With their being so much detail at as you look down just over the podium, you see that even the women’s cock having been made to look alien. The tip being more flat, and flared like a horse’s rather then bulbuls like a human’s. Much to your disappointment it’s not scaled to size of a real stallion’s though it is pretty big. With it hanging down soft to the length of at least elven inches.

Aguaenta then taps a finger to her necklace, the hum of the speakers going silent seeming to confirm that the jewelry also functions as a hidden microphone.

“Welcome my dear traveler now before we can begin your adventure their are a few questions I must ask you.” The fish woman says her voice still just as enchanting even with our the speakers, though you can catch there’s now a serious about her.

“Huh, ohh okay then ask away!” You reply gaze shoot up away from learning a the women’s painted dark dull blue nipples.

She giggles a little in response before quickly centering herself again, clearly flattered by you checking her out, but also keeping her mind on the task at hand. Reaching down into the podium she then grabs a few papers and clears her throat. You perk your ears up to listen as you suspect that the women is about to go over a few rules, and warnings for the room. Eager as you are to get going you don’t want to cause trouble or get anyone hurt, so you make sure to pay attention to what she’s about to say.

“Tell me traveler can you tread water well?” Aguaenta asks.

Seeing a look of confusion on your face she then quickly restates the question.

“Can you swim well?” She asks again.

“Oh right, yeah I can swim well.” You answer truthfully.

Aguaenta then reaches down behind the podium, and you hear a small click.

“Right well if you come into any trouble be aware there will be a friendly spirit watching the ocean in case you get into trouble.”

Translation their will be a life guard around to make sure you don’t drown, you think to yourself.

“Now then traveler do you prefer the company of men, women, or both?” Aguaenta ask gazing you up and down like she’s trying to guess your answer before you speak.

“A bit of personal question but since your a goddess of the sea I suppose it’s alright, I am only interested in girls Miss Aguaenta.” You reply playfully giving the “goddess” the respect she deserves with a humble bow.

Again you coax out a little giggle from Aguaenta with your role play, and you hear another click as her hand once more goes behind the podium. It seeming like she is pressing buttons or switches there based on your answers. Most likely sending a signal to be playroom to get the setting set based on the answers you’re giving.

“I see, I see, and tell me traveler do you see yourself as some one who is more of a conqueror, one who is usually conquered, some where in the middle, or do you swap between all three or a two of the roles?”

Are you dominate, submissive, a switch, or do you not take part in power play is what you got from that question. Rubbing a hand to your chin as you think over this query for a second.

“Hmmm I’d sayyyyyy.... most of the time conquered, some times conqueror.” You explain, you mostly considering yourself a switch who boarders on full time submissive.

The thrill of being dominated, and under some ones completely control just a completely unmatched experience in your eyes. That moment when your mind all fades in to sub space, and all you can focus on what your feel. To have some one be your every thing, your very world where their word is the word of god, it makes you shiver just thinking about it Though you have once or twice found it a little fun to be on the other end of the whip. It’s another flavor of excitement, in a completely different realm then being down on your knees.

It most certainly requiring you to be a lot more active in play that’s for sure, there is no zoning out while your a dominate. In fact getting to into a moment can end up with you really hurting some one, and not in the fun way. It’s why you prefer the submissive role because you kind of just want to relax into a play, and well you also usually experience more sense when a sub. A dom can’t exactly whip or tie themselves up in the middle scene now can they.

“That was my guess to.” The woman say to you with a grin taking notice of your harness, and boy shorts as more clicks go off.

“Almost done now, would you please fill out this paper for me?” Aguaenta then pulls out, and hands you a tablet from behind the podium.

Taking it, you see the screen has list of fetishes, and some other sex related questions accompanied with check boxes which ask if you are okay or not okay with said fetishes. Ticking the boxes you set your preferences, and at the end where it says to type a safe word you put the down pumpernickel.

Pumpernickel being your default safe word as it was so ridiculous it was easy to remember, and not something that you would accidentally blurt out during an intense session. With the paper then asking for word that would signal you want the play to pause, but not stop completely you put banana bread. An for a word to mean slow down you keep with in the tart dessert theme by writing down fruitcake.

Looking over some more information provided about safety, and all that junk you then hand back the clip board.

“Thank you traveler.” Says Aguaenta giving you a little apologetic now here knowing that probably the last thing you want to do when at a sex club is doing paper work.

She then takes the tablet, and giving it a few taps puts it back behind the podium.

“It’ll take a few minutes for the world to adjust to your answers in the mean time would you like to pick out some garb typical of what you would normal see in this oceanic land?”

Aguaenta swoops her arm behind her to a large black treasure chest which you just now noticed. Whoops hehe guess you didn’t see that thing as you walked up because you were to busy perving on Aguaenta, and admiring her costume.

“Can I see what you have first before I make a decision?” You asks kind of bias towards how your shorts, and harness make you look really sexy.

“Of course take a look!” Aguaenta chrips happily opening the trunk for you to take a gander.

Kneeling, out of the corner of your eye you catch the “sea goddess’s” gaze slide over to your ass as bend over to look at the costumes. Tongue coming out to wet her lips as she appears to see something she likes. Hmm what a way to start a tale that might be, getting fucked by a divine entity of the ocean....