Goddess of The Underground

Fiona drives you downtown. You sit nervously in the passenger seat of her car. Neither of you say a word. She pulls up to an old five story brick building. At the ground floor was a travel agency, a bank, and an insurance provider. No sign of any sort of club.

Fiona parks. She looks at you expectantly. You scramble to get out, rushing around you open her door for her and help her up onto the sidewalk. She smiles at you. You'd done well.

The night air was cool on your legs and the gimp mask was causing heads to turn. Fiona takes your leash and leads you around to the alley at the side of the building. Along this alley was a motley crew of misfits and weirdos. Young and old. Male, female and other. Unbelievably you weren't the only one in a gimp mask! In this strange mix of oddballs you suddenly weren't out of place at all.

As Fiona leads you through the people they begin talking amongst each other in hushed whispers, as if they were seeing Bigfoot. You hear a few times. "Oh my god...it's Fiona!" All eyes were on your big sister. She walked powerfully and with purpose, you followed along behind her.

A small dark haired man in a leather jacket was waiting by a plain looking metal door. He smiles and rushes up. "Fiona! You vision!"

Fiona smiles. "Hello Aaron. Everything set up?"

He nods enthusiastically. "Of course!" He looks you over approvingly. "Who's the lucky boy?"

Fiona waves her finger at him. "None of your business."

He nods. "Fair enough. Fiona...can we do the entrance? Please? We've got the song ready."

Fiona laughs. "Sure, why not. Let's give them what they want."

Aaron holds his arms out and Fiona gives him her coat. You quickly follow suit, you shiver at the cool night air against your bare torso. He leads the pair of you through the door and into a plain looking cement stairwell. As soon as the door opens you can hear dance music floating up from below. He leads you down a level then through another door. There is a long dim dingy brick hallway. Posters of strange bands you'd never heard of line the walls. Aaron ditches your coats at a coat check. Everyone in the hall turns their attention to your sister, another strange mix of individuals. She walks through them as if she owned the place, they just move out of her way and stare at her in wonder.

Aaron stops at an open doorway and motions for you to wait. Music, streaking colored lights, and the din of a crowd can be sensed through that doorway. Aaron waves at someone through in the club. You suddenly hear the music come to a stop and the crowd quiets.

The driving hard rock beat of a new song begins blasting, shaking the walls.

You didn't know the name of the song, but you knew it was from one of Fiona's favorite bands.

The DJ comes up over the loud speakers. "Ladies and Gentlemen and everything in between and beyond. She's here, the legend walks among us, she is in the house!" You can sense as an electric buzz crackle through the building. "I give you...the one...the only...the Goddess of the Underground! I give youuuuu.... FIONAAAAA!"

Fiona strides forward and rounds the corner with you in tow. A roar rises up from the crowd at her dramatic entrance. Fiona spreads her arms wide and throws her head back as she soaks up the adoration. The scene beyond is unbelievable. A packed underground fetish and 'alternative lifestyle' dance club. The place was packed with every variety of freak and strange personality one could think of. From straight laced men and women in regular clothes to leather clad bondage freaks to punk bull dykes to dudes dressed as chicks to some folks just straight up nude to bizarre fashions and kinks you didn't even recognize. There were tats and piercings everywhere. Shaved heads, hair in every color of the rainbow. There were two strippers dancing, one male one female, suspended up above the crowd in iron cages. There was a DJ jamming to the beat up in a booth overlooking the masses. The place was very dark though there were strobing lights whizzing everywhere dazzling your vision. The sights, the sounds, the smells...it was an bewildering **** on your senses. You were in a very very different world now! You were in Fiona's world.

The sweaty pulsating crowd is cheering and shouting and dancing and bowing. They were absolutely going wild! All for your sister. The closest thing you could compare it to was a popular professional wrestler making a ring entrance, you were surprised there weren't fireworks. At least half a dozen men and three women literally throw themselves at her feet. A few of them with wads of cash in their fists. They beg and kiss and lick at her leather high heeled boots, pleading for just a brief moment of her attention. Others just try to catch her eye from where they are in a variety of subtle and not so subtle ways.

Everyone is clamoring for her attention, though all are respectful of her personal space. For her part she just soaks it in, reveling in it. The crowd parts like the Red Sea as she walks forward, she steps right over those grovelling at her feet. You simply stand stunned, you couldn't believe what you were seeing. Your sister was some sort of underground counter culture celebrity. She absolutely commands the room. She nods and acknowledges certain other special obviously dominant personalities around the room. They nod back in mutual respect.

One lyric from her pounding 'theme' song catches your ear. You love me for everything you hate me for!

With her striding forward and you standing stunned the leash soon reaches its end. You feel the tug on your neck. She stops and turns to you, her eyes burning with furious anger. You snap out of it and rush to catch up, you knew you would pay for that transgression. It is only then your presence is even noticed by the crowd. Every eye turns to your mostly naked body.

The crowd looks you up an down, evaluating you, judging you. There are murmurs all around you. "Who is that!?" "Lucky bastard!" "Why'd she choose him?" "He doesn't look so great." "Must be a fucking billionaire." Many jealous and envious faces watch as you follow your sister through the club. There are dozens of people all around that look like they would do anything to be in your position right now. You suddenly felt very special indeed. Fiona strutted powerfully, her round hips swaying back and forth, in her leather dominatrix outfit. Her heels putting her over six feet tall.

At one point she stops at a table along the side of the room. "Well, well. Hello again Mr Mayor." Fiona says in a firm boss bitch tone. He leans down and kisses her hand.

Indeed, there he was, the mayor of the city sitting there in a brown business suit. His bubbly bimbo piece of arm candy tries to introduce herself but both Fiona and the Mayor completely ignore her. She sits back down and bows her head, not even attempting to test herself against your dominant sister.

Fiona passes your leash to Aaron. She leans in and shouts to him over the music. "Have him strung up for me in the room." She raises a finger. "And no one touches him but me...understand? He is mine." Her tone lets Aaron know she isn't fucking around.

Aaron nods happily. "Of course, of course. Leave it to me."

As Fiona continues to visit with the mayor as you are lead away through the chaotic crowd. Now you were really getting scared. As long as you were with Fiona you felt somewhat safe...now you didn't know anymore. You follow nonetheless. Hands grasp at your flesh, mouths bite and lick, as you make your way through the dense dancing crowd. Aaron keeps you close, waving people away from you. Everyone was curious as to who you were. Your ass is smacked three different times and your bulge groped twice. It is like a mosh pit on sexual overdrive as they gyrate around you to the heavy beat of the song. You stay as close to Aaron as you can.

Aaron smiles at you and shouts. "You lucky, lucky boy. Who are you??? How did you ever convince her?" He knows you cannot respond in your zipped up gimp mask. He shakes his head. "She must like you to parade you in here like that."

Aaron heads to a hallway that leads off from the club itself, the crowd thins as you get close. He hands you off to a huge muscular black man wearing much the same outfit as you. His bulging muscles dwarfing you, his thong much more filled out than your own. Aaron instructs the man. "String him up, Room One. No one touches him but Fiona." The big man nods silently.

Grabbing you gently but with irresistable strength the muscle man hauls you into a room down the hallway. The bombardment on your senses from the club abates, it is much quieter and calmer back here. You look at this guy leading you along. You couldn't get away if you tried from this huge goon. He takes you to the first door, you could see more down the hallway. For just a moment you think you catch the muffled snap of a whip. He pushes you into your room.

The room currently only has a single spot light pointed at an empty section of wall on the other side. Chains and bindings can be seen hanging from the ceiling and attached to the floor. You could tell there were other apparatus and implements lining the brick walls. You can just make out some whips and paddles before you are quickly brought over into the spotlight, then with the light straight in your eyes you are unable to make out anything in the shadows of the rest of the room.

You don't fight him, wouldn't be much use anyways. He binds you by the wrists to the leather bindings on the chains attached to the ceiling. After he makes sure you are good and secure he heads to the shadows and adjusts the chains, pulling them tight. You grunt as your arms are stretched up and out. You hang in a crucifixion position. You were not fully suspended thankfully, you could still stand on your tip toes. You test the bonds...you were well and truly bound.

The big man removes your leash, setting it on a counter, then leaves the room and closes the door behind him. All you can see is the bright white light shining in your face. You knew you'd be perfectly framed in the spotlight to anyone else in the room. You hear the music vibrating the walls. You had never felt more scared and **** in your whole life. You were way fucking over your head here. You just had to trust in Fiona at this point.

You go over the last few minutes in utter disbelief. It all seemed so surreal. Fiona had a secret life and now she had shared it with you. This was a huge show of trust on her part but you weren't sure how to feel about all of this. This had all started because you were horny for your sister, you thought being her bitch would mean lots of bossy sex and degrading language. You never imagined it would lead you here. You were also afraid as to what would happen once she got into the room with you. Those nipple clamps from last night were child's play compared to what you imagined usually happened in here.

You do the only thing you can do. You wait.