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    Domino Effect, Chapter 1: Lies

    Story written on November 21, 2005 by Jaded_Wind.
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    Tina’s journey into the vortex begins

    The air smelled of oil and leather, lust and desire, power
    and surrender. The soft gleam of wood
    created a warm ambience in a place that felt organic, felt alive with a kind of
    exhilarating freedom she’d never known.
    It reached out and brushed her, whispered its dark invitation. She accepted.

    She stepped deeper into the space. A small bar backlit in purple occupied the far right wall,
    skirted in lusciously dark red velvet and topped with gleaming mahogany, a wood
    both rich and resonant. There seemed to be no bartender. Instead, there was a trickling of people
    moving toward, behind and away from the bar, some in collars, some in
    harnesses, some in ordinary jeans and tee shirts, others in scant leather
    dress, all intent on mixing drinks and carrying them away on silver and gold
    trays, heads down, eyes cast to the floor.
    Whether walking or crawling, they moved with the posture of
    subservience, but their faces looked peaceful, content, and maybe something
    more, some other quality she couldn’t name.

    Next she noticed the tall beams of wood, mahogany again,
    floor to ceiling, with leather cuffs high up on the beam. Whipping posts, she concluded, not wanting
    to think too hard at how readily the idea had come to her. Three were occupied, the she didn’t know the
    word whippees ? with their arms stretched and cuffed high over their heads,
    legs spread but not cuffed, being whipped with a variety of implements ranging
    from paddles to crops to bare hands.

    Then she noticed the sound; it was surreal. Her feet barely
    made a sound as she moved, as if all sound were being absorbed by the wood and
    the walls. So that even if the room
    were filled with people, you could be in your own solitude; what a wonderful
    atmosphere to escape into.

    She rubbed her bare arms, feeling as if the very air around
    her were alive, and was ever changing.
    And searching. The hairs on her
    arms stood up, as if something had brushed against her skin. Tina almost panicked, but then she stopped
    herself, breathing deep and relaxing as she adjusted to the amber lit darkness
    of the club. Where in the world has she wandered into? She felt pushed and pulled in the same
    moment, drawn forward, almost without any conscious decision on her part.

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