Page 5 of Cookie: Part One
Ethnicity: Black
Biological Sex: Female
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/her
“You may enter. Velcome to Pleasure Palace Red Collar Night.” He bows and steps aside, opening the door for me, allowing me to enter. My stomach dips when I walk inside and see nothing, but a red light scans me, and a click is heard. In front of me, a black door slides open, and I don’t even hesitate to step inside as it closes behind me.
But I’m shook as fuck when the platform I’m standing on encloses and I move up, and double shook when I notice I’m in a glass elevator going up the damn mountain!
“Whoa!”
It feels so surreal and magical when the elevator reaches its destination. The door finally opens and I turn to see a tall woman standing there looking so damn beautiful that she makes my heart ache.
“Welcome to Pleasure Palace,” she says with a deep-ass voice that makes me nearly trip over my heel.Wait a damn minute… is that a man?!She’s tall, pretty as fuck with almost platinum hair and dressed to the Gods but… upon a closer look … yup!That’s a damn Adam’s apple!
“My name’s Frank. I’m the host tonight…if you need anything, press the side of your collar,” he states, bored, as if he’d rather be anywhere but here.
“Th-thank you,” I stammer.
“Yeah.” He cocks his head. “Go in and they will take you to your room,” he states, and I nod, walking by him. I notice he has a phone with a picture of a pretty Black girl in a football uniform and a shit ton of tissues that smell pungent as fuck…I know the smell of nut when I come across it!
Damn… whoever that guy is must be obsessed as fuck. When I enter, I’m enthralled immediately. The air is thick, warm, and there is a spice that hangs in the air that makes my nipples hard and clit tingle. The lighting is dim, red-toned.
“Right this way, miss,” a pretty Black girl states and I follow behind her in awe. Damn… everybody up in here look fuckable. I swear, even the attendant has the aura of someone who’s been tied up at least once today.
I repress the excited moan, trying to look like I belong and pretend I’ve been in settings like this, but on God, I’m taking notes on what wealth, power, and sextrulyfeels like.On God,Sydney’s handlers Dustin and Rafe, the owners of Pleasure Palace, did their big one with this place!
The vibe is magnetic and charged. There’s no pounding bass, no crowd. Just low music and murmured voices as servers walk about. “Here is your room, Miss. When you enter, please fill out the form waiting for you, and we will see if you match with any other room’s desires.” She smiles and opens the door for me. I enter the red room, take a seat, and pull the form to me, looking it over.
Please check your Preferences.
And highlight your Limits.
My damn head spins at all the options available, but I steel my heart and read everything over slowly, ready to let loose. I know that just because you get a red ticket, that doesn’t mean you will match with anyone… which is the sucky part, but I came here to be fucked. The moment I got this ticket, I left my inhibitions at the door… within reason, I’m willing to try most anything if it’ll feel good.
I check the boxes slowly, trying not to shake:
2+ Male Dom or switch partners
Open to Dom or switch female partners
Willing to share with other full submissives
Pain tolerance- spanking, hair pulling, rough sex
Language preference- English
Safe word- Snow globe
I look at my list, heart pounding. I thought I was being bold by saying I’m open to two or more partners… but saying I’m okay with a woman… my heart skips a beat because I’ve never been with one, but after seeing that man outside, I’m not too opposed to it, especially if they look as pretty as him.
However, as crazy as it may seem, I don’t want to share with a full submissive. I’m okay with multiple Doms and switches, but I want to be the only full-blown submissive…I’m greedy, and I like all the attention being on me.
I sigh and bite my lip. Shaking, I set the clipboard in its designated place before I chicken out. My eyes go wide when another red light flashes. A screen turns on, and a shit ton of numbers flash across it before it rolls to a stop with a soft ding.
Room: 06
