MABEL - Investigative Reporter

extract © DrkFetyshNyghts 2021

 

"Here, take a sniff of this my love, it will make it easier for you to sink into oblivion."

Mabel had barely got into Dungeon, got a drink and sat down than the woman who made fantasies come true was on her. She'd not really had a plan as to how she was going to find this woman again but she didn't need to. There was this slither of fear that ran through Mabel because she knew that it was shit or bust tonight. She knew that she couldn't bottle it again and that she would have to follow it through to it's natural conclusion. So that fear was palpable and it was real inside her.

She didn't even object, or question the woman as she slid in besides her. Mabel had done a double take, not recognising her straight away, but then the penny dropping. Immediately her latex and leather imprisoned nipples were alive and throbbing.

"Oh, oh hello...."

Mabel had been taken aback simply because she thought that she would have time to settle in, relax with a drink or two, before she made herself known. Not that looking the way she did, helped any form of discretion she might have been trying for.

"I knew you'd be back. I know women you see. Being one myself, I know what makes them tick. I know what gets to them."

She was speaking as she was waving a dark brown glass phial under the nose of Mabel. The trouble was that what she was saying was right.

"This time, you're going to be a good girl and come all the way down the rabbit hole with me right?"

Mabel's nostrils were flared as she took in the hit of poppers. Her eyes rolled and she felt immediately relaxed as she loosened up. But she felt also that her mind was fogging, and her thoughts becoming less distinct. There was this sense that her sexuality was being turned up a notch by this stuff she was sniffing. She took the hit, inhaled deeply and then sat back. Under her leather dress, the latex was doing that creaking thing, and the tight leather was holding it, and her, in check.

"Yes, yes I want to go all the way. All the way."

Mabel's tone was almost drone like as this nameless woman took over. This wasn't in the plans - this wasn't how Mabel had envisioned her grande finale. She was going to do it, but she was going to do it on her terms. Even as the poppers clouded her mind and her judgement she knew this wasn't how it was supposed to be. And yet at the same time she was going with it. Part of her 'thing' part of what had become her obsession was her handing over power, handing over herself to someone else, this woman.

But she had been on her so quickly in Dungeon that she'd had no defence. She'd even toyed with the idea that once she was picked up again, whenever that was, that she would drop Claudette a message so that she could let her know she was back 'in'. But there'd been no time for that. In a number of ways, Mabel had dropped the ball. It was like instead of looking after herself, her safety, she'd let her sexuality take over and run things. She'd forgotten about planning for her exit.

"I have to say, you always look so amazing when you come down town like this. The 'fetish' oozes from you. It' always good to look good, at least to start. Here, sniff some more honey, we need you in the right frame of mind."