Since Lexi flat out refused to go to the ball with me, I decided that I wasn’t going to go either. Besides, the last thing I wanted was to have to watch her dancing with another man when I wanted nothing more than to be dancing with her.

I was hurt by her turning me down but I was also pissed off. I’d done everything right up until that point. I hadn’t tried to be pushy, I’d given her all the space that she needed and she still refused to go to one fucking ball with me.

So fuck the ball, I was going to go have some fun in my own way. There was only one place I could go where I could truly be myself without any consequences or fear of people judging me. I was going to go into the city to get in touch with my dark side.

I always have a good time when I go to Paddles. Since I’m a regular, there are a lot of people who know who I am. The women love me at Paddles. They treat me like a god and I love it. I’d barely been in the building for a half-hour and I already had a few women at my table trying to seduce me.

These women are regulars too and they all know what I bring to the table. They all know what I’m into and how I make women feel. If I choose to take them into the back room, they are guaranteed to leave sore and satisfied. If their legs are not shaking when they walk out of the room, then I can promise you I wasn’t in there with them.

The fact that so many women at the club wanted a piece of me was flattering. At a time when I was feeling my confidence wane, seeing that people were lusting after me was much needed. Regardless of the amount of women who were all over me, I wasn’t feeling it.

Coming into the club, I wasn’t planning on doing any type of playing. I just wanted to be around people who understood me. My addiction to bondage and domination was not something I could share with the people I knew in everyday life. I’ve tried telling people in the past. I’ve told my closest friends as well as women that I’ve dated. With very few exceptions, they’ve thought that I was weird.

I really wanted to be open about my fetishes and what I’m into but people just don’t get it. It became easier to keep it to myself. I’ve ended up hiding that part of myself from everyone I know and have become very secretive about my dark side. It’s easier to keep it to myself than to worry about who I might be offending.

The women were coming on really strong and I had to distance myself from them. They were saying all the right things and were tempting me to give them what they wanted.

If my mind wasn’t on Lexi, I would have had two or three of them in a back room screaming in pleasure and pain. Instead, I walked over to a dark corner of the room so I could sit back and watch what was going on around me.

I grabbed a drink from the bar and stood in the shadows, taking it all in. At the door, a group of girls came walking in and it was clear that they didn’t know what they were getting themselves into.

They were dressed like they were going to a regular club, not the dungeon that they were coming into. I shook my head as they filed in but nearly spit out my drink when I saw that Lexi was the last person to walk in with the group.

What in the hell was she doing there? Where was her date that was taking her to the ball? Had she been lying to me? I looked around to see if there was a man with her but it looked like it was just her and her girlfriends.

Realizing that she wouldn’t go to the ball with me pissed me off, especially after coming to the realization that she lied to me about having a date. The only question was what I should be doing to get back at her.

As the night went on, I watched her drinking and dancing with her friends. With each drink she downed, I could see her becoming more relaxed and not as concerned with the fact that she was in a bondage club.

Sure, there were times their group would stop what they were doing to watch as nipple clamps were attached to a woman before being bent over and flogged. At first, she watched in horror but, as the night wore on, she looked like she may have been enjoying it. That gave me an idea.

On the back wall, there was a leather mask hanging on a hook. I grabbed it and put it on while I waited for Lexi’s friends to go to the bar for more drinks. I’d noticed that she liked to stay on the dance floor while her friends brought her drinks and as soon as she was alone, I made my move.

I walked on the dance floor and went straight in her direction. As I walked past her, I pretended to bump into her, leaving her to look up at me in a combination of fright and fascination. I didn’t say anything to her and she didn’t seem to recognize me, which was exactly what I was going for.

Knowing that Lexi’s friends would be coming back before too long, I started dancing along with the music. She looked at me for a minute before she started dancing again as well. I pulled her in close to me, allowing her to grind against me in time with the music.

I bent down and gave her a kiss on the neck, expecting her to push me away. Instead, she grinded on me even more, enjoying the sensation. If she wasn’t going to make me stop, I planned on teasing her.

I continued kissing her neck and grabbing handfuls of her breasts. The more I did, the dirtier her dancing became. Being under that mask made me feel so powerful, as though there were no rules for me. I could do whatever I wanted to do to her and she would let me.

I decided to try my luck by reaching down and sliding my hand up under her mini-skirt. Instead of being met with resistance, she spread her legs wider allowing me to pull her panties to the side and rub my fingers up against her pussy.

Lexi was wet and appeared to be ready for me. My fingers glided over her clit and slid smoothly inside of her pussy. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was becoming heavier. The deeper I moved my fingers inside of her, the harder she gripped my arms.

I could feel myself getting hard as I watched her biting her bottom lip. I wanted her badly. I was sure I could take her to a back room and fuck her brains out but I didn’t want to take advantage of her like that. I didn’t want her to think that I was a random stranger out at a crazy club that just wanted to have a one-night stand with her.

Against my better judgment, I decided that it would be better to let her in on my little secret. It would be best if she could see the side of me that I don’t ever let anyone see. Slowly, I reached up and pulled the mask from over my head, revealing my face to her for the first time that evening.