Moral Support: A vanillathunder Short Story

 How far would you go for a friend?

It started out as just a favor to a friend, to just lend moral support. Kaycee had just been through a rough breakup, being told by her ex that she was just too uptight. In an effort to break out of her comfort zone, she decided to try out a sex club. It wasn’t something that the buttoned up, career-driven business woman would normally do. But she was apprehensive, and me, being her closest male friend, seemed like the ideal candidate to go with her. If anything went too far, I could step in. Never mind that I wasn’t exactly the perfect male specimen, my strengths were mental, I had a good head on my shoulders and gave out advice, I didn’t leap into action. But she needed me, so I obliged her.

 

Our first night at the club was incredible! We wrote down our limits onto a form and they brought us to a room where we were able to partake in games and pleasures of a sexual nature that I previously thought only happened in porn. The experience was great for both Kaycee and me, and we ended up becoming full fledged members of the club, returning as much as we could. Having been in a dry spell when it came to dating, it was a great confidence booster for me to be having no-consequence sex with women who knew so much more than I did. And Kaycee was a changed woman from it, she became more carefree at work and in life, like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

 

But one day things started to change. I came down with a cold and missed a week, but Kaycee went without me, and when I returned, things were noticeably different. Kaycee was led off to a different area of the club and try as I might, I couldn’t enjoy myself not knowing what my friend was doing. Not that I was nosy, but we usually shared everything, even intimate details on occasion. I tried to ask her about it outside the club, but she refused to speak of it, almost as if she couldn’t.

 

“I’m fine, really.” she insisted.

“Then tell me what’s going on!” I demanded.

But she wouldn’t tell me. So I did the only thing I could do, the next time we went into the club, I demanded to be brought with her, to do whatever it was she was doing. I had every chance to back out, and maybe I should have. The attendant at the door to this secret area asked me if I was sure, and so did Kaycee, and I said I was. They made sure to have my consent when I was taken into a secret room for a full-body wax, and again when they tucked my manhood away and glued breast forms to my chest. I had some trepidation when the makeover started, when they put those extensions into my hair, started to cover my face with makeup and glued extensions to my fingernails. Every brushstroke on my face, every coat of polish on my nails was a chance, but I kept resolute.

Looking at myself in the mirror when they were finished, with my hair tied up in an absurdly high ponytail, the ridiculously large hoop earrings hanging from my freshly pierced ears, I didn’t even blink when they strapped the collar around my neck and told me to change into the black lingerie, a bra that was more mesh and straps than anything else, and a pair of panties that were just the same. I stumbled a bit in the heels, but held my tongue. I was doing this to make sure Kaycee was okay, that’s the only thing that mattered to me, being her moral support.

From that secret room, I was led, not back out into the club, but into another secret room, a bedroom, with a large leather bed. Sitting on the bed, with an identical collar strapped to her neck and in a red set of lingerie was Kaycee. The club had liberated her style somewhat, but I didn’t often see her like this and averted my eyes slightly. Kaycee laughed as the attendant passed her my chain and left the room, leaving us alone. She quickly dragged me onto the bed with her and took my new look in.

 

“You look breathtaking, is this what you expected?”

She didn’t wait for me to respond, she just pulled me in for the most passionate kiss that I’d ever shared with a woman, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I attempted to stammer a response when she finally pulled away, the Kaycee I know wasn’t this dominant, nor had she ever shown any sexual or romantic interest in me, it was baffling. Even more baffling was that she’d never shown any interest in a woman either, so it was doubly out of character. This place had truly changed her. Maybe she didn’t need me watching out for her anymore.

 

But I didn’t have time to ruminate on that for long, as the door opened and a man walked in. Immediately, Kaycee’s demeanor changed, and she sat down on the bed in a very demure and submissive way. Out of instinct and nervousness, I tried to mirror her movements as closely as possible.

“I see you’ve brought a friend tonight,” the new addition chuckled.

“Yes, Master.”

“Assume the position.”

Kaycee crawled up onto the bed and got onto her knees, leaning forwards, only being supported by her hands, which I now noticed were bound with their own chains. The man turned to me, and out of instinct, I followed suit and got on my knees as well, matching Kaycee.

“Let’s begin. I’m one of the top donors of this club and the Alpha. By being here, you’ve agreed that until this night is over, you are mine. You exist only to pleasure me, and will do whatever I say. And what happens in this room, stays in this room. You aren’t to repeat anything about our activities to anyone, or else. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Does your friend understand?”

Kaycee turned to me and leaned in close to whisper in my ear.

“Now you see why I couldn’t talk about it. But if you like it, this could add a new dimension to our friendship. You can leave if you want, though. If not, there’s nothing to worry about, he’s firm but gentle and you’ll have me for moral support.”

I had a very good idea about what was going to happen next, and against my better judgment, I was still curious. Besides, we were here to get out of our comfort zones, right?

 

(Sources: EliteBabes)

Talk about getting out of one's comfort zone. This is technically a tribute to Caitlyn over at Caitlyn's Masks, or at least it started out as one. I've done two pseudo-tributes to her before, but both were fairly tame, whereas Caitlyn's material tends to be very dark and very sexual, two things that aren't really my cup of tea. But I wanted to force myself out of my box for this one, and while I'm still firm on not showing anything or writing anything explicit, I think this turned out very interesting. It pretty much came entirely from the image, which immediately brought a Caitlyn's Masks obscura to mind.

I hope everyone enjoys it! Don't expect this from me much, but I did have another "Caitlyn-esque" idea, which I'll share with you all, since I don't think I'm the right person to write it, but if you are, have at it!

The prompt is as follows: A story about a husband and wife joining an exclusive BSDM sex club and one night get their membership cards mixed up to interesting results.