Crystal’s did have a dress code, though:  black and white, with emphasis on the black.  She’d have no trouble complying with it tonight as the grit on the staircase crunched under her stiletto thigh-highs.  Black mesh stockings hid the whiteness of her long legs, otherwise bare to the crotch of her leather n chain teddy.  The tails of her red and black flogger dangling from the left side of her belt caressed her thigh as she walked down the dim black cinderblock hallway to the first steel door. 

Passing through without challenge, she was aware of the remote camera scrutiny that would decide whether she was allowed through the second door and into an equally dimly lit room smelling of leather, blood and cum.   

She passed.  Perhaps it was her walk, sway-hipped and effortless despite the height of her stilettos, shoulders back, head up, hair tumbling effortlessly down her bare back.  Or maybe it was her desire, no, the hunger, to break someone tonight that signaled the hard strapped submissive to open the second door, and drop to her knees, head down, as she walked through.

            She walked indifferently past three couches of submissives in various states of undress and costume, signaling their specialties and preferences.  Crystal had a reputation for training submissives with a desire for pain, and capable of tolerating a great deal of it.  It was a badge of honor among them to never safeword their way out of a scene, however bad it got.  Even that might not be enough for her tonight, her mood was darker than black, and was deeper then the river of blood she wished to spill.

            She made her way to the bar, taking a vacant stool at the end and ordering a drink from a ball-gagged bartender as she allowed her eyes to drift more slowly over the selection.  They all were willing enough, but the eyes and lines at the mouth betrayed a certain hardness, even boredom, and not nearly enough vulnerability to suit her tastes.  She wanted to hear the pain, feel the screams building up in their throats, and watch as they begged for mercy.  She needed them to break, and not to yield.