Azula burns bright (bornoffire) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-03-01 12:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, azula, ty lee |
I think I'm in the wrong place
Who: Azula and Ty Lee
What: Ty Lee discovers a place that is not what it seems
When: end of February
Where: the Black Thorn
Rating: R for things involving bindings
The Black Thorn looked non-descript from the outside, but once someone passed through the little hallway and into the lobby, it became blatantly obvious this was no ordinary store. Crops and whips were hung up on the wall along with pictures of men and women in varyingly revealing leather and latex outfits. There was an Iron Maiden opened in one corner, though a velvet rope was in place to keep out any curious person.
There was a man at the reception desk. Just above him was a picture of a Chinese woman - the “official” owner of this establishment. There were pamphlets on the desk, and very cushy chairs and couches for people to sit and relax on. A woman lay on one, reading a book. It looked perfectly normal except for the fact she was wearing a black leather corset and no pants.
The title of the place reminded Ty Lee of one of those new age shops that people could get custom mixed essential oils and things at. Kind of like The Broom Closet, with its mysterious books and smells and amulets. She loved places like that, and thought she might check out the competition.
It actually took her a while to figure out that she'd ended up somewhere completely different than she'd been expecting. The little hallway didn't throw her off, and she wandered down it, whistling a little tune to herself. It wasn't until she hit the lobby that she realised she was somewhere... well, somewhere else.
Her whistle broke off into a surprised noise, and her eyebrows raised, "Woah..."
"Hello miss." The man looked up and smiled at her. He had a sort of unintimidating and welcoming smile, the sort of smile you'd want the receptionist at a place like this to have. She had a look on her face he was familiar with and he immediately switched into ‘easing them into it’ mode. "May I help you?"
"I think I'm in the wrong place," Ty Lee responded, while looking around. She wasn't at all sure what to think, and she wasn't entirely convinced that she should leave just yet. Her cheeks were, however, starting to blush a bit red, "I thought this was a magic shop or something, but... that doesn't seem to be what you sell here at all."
“We don’t sell anything.” He paused, then added. “Well we do sell souvenirs and mistress Zhibal has a luxury line, but this is a club for people who enjoy certain things. You may take a pamphlet if you wish.” He gestured at the pamphlet. “I assure you it’s nothing like that terrible book.”
The woman on the couch snickered a little bit, then looked up from her book and winked.
"I don't really know what you're talking about," Ty Lee admitted. Whatever book it was, it sounded like no kind of book she'd ever read or would be reading in her life.
Since there were pamphlets, she decided to go ahead and give those a look. Ty Lee liked to think of herself as someone on the path to enlightenment. It was never a bad idea to keep an open mind and learn about new things. She picked one up and started to read through it.
Her brows raised ever higher the longer she read it. Of course she'd heard about things like bondage before, but she never thought she'd find herself in a bondage club.
A woman's voice came from slightly behind Ty Lee. "See something you like?"
It was the same woman in the picture, wearing a business like red dress that went to her knees. She had perfectly applied make-up, but for how cold she initially looked, her smile was very warm. "I understand it might be a little shocking, at first. Perhaps you'd like to watch someone at work?" She had a few members who had exhibitionist tendencies.
"Oh, I--" Ty Lee swiveled a bit on her heel and turned to face the woman. She was beautiful, and had an air about her that was somewhat intimidating. Like she could command an entire room with just a look.
She blushed a bit, "Uhm... It's just a very new way to look at things. I'm not sure I understand it. I'd like to learn more, but I don't think I can do that with a pamphlet."
“Why don’t you come this way, then?” She gestured with her hand for Ty Lee to follow her then turned to walk down a hallway. The lighting was homey and a little mysterious. Odd and somewhat pleasurable sounds were coming from various rooms, before she stopped in front of one room. She opened it and peaked in. “Perfect.”
Ty Lee couldn't pretend she wasn't just a little bit intrigued by everything. The place had a certain air of mystery and taboo about it, and something in her was curious. There was also a part of her that was a little scared, but she liked to face her fears.
She poked her head into the room in question, wondering what was so perfect about it.
A woman lay on a table, her hands bound. She was mostly naked as another woman ran a suede flogger up her ribs. There was a slight crack as she snapped her wrist, and the woman on the table shivered.
The standing woman lifted amber eyes to the doorway. She froze for a split second when she saw Ty Lee, before resuming her work. She was wearing tight, dark red pants made out of some kind of shiny material, a red corset that exposed most of her breasts, and a mask that covered all but her eyes and mouth. Her boots were tall, and went up to her knees. Her flogger, in contrast, was black, with blue lightning along the handle and a shimmery blue secondary color on the rest of it. It was only Azula’s control that kept her from reacting more obviously. She spared Ty Lee one more look, her smile predatory.
"She's one of our most enthusiastic," Mistress Zhibal explained. She gestured at the woman lying down. "The lady here adores being watched. Enjoy. I’ll be back in ten minutes."
Then she closed the door, leaving Ty Lee alone in the room with the two women.
As the door shut, Ty Lee let out a little gasp of shock. She hadn't expected to be left alone in this room with these two women. It felt a bit like she was crashing a private party, or messing up someone's intimate moment.
She pointed towards a chair that had been place in the corner and whispered, "I'll just... stay over here. Quietly."
Hopefully her presence wouldn't be of any further disturbance. The lady on the table seemed to be enjoying herself, and Ty Lee was still too curious to just bolt out of there.
The amber eyed woman shot another glance at her, before she flicked the flogger along the woman’s stomach. She didn’t speak - she didn’t trust her voice not to give her away. Azula had two problems - One. How do you explain this to your best friend? Two. Ty Lee was interested in this. And she was watching.
Frankly, Azula was suddenly more turned on than the woman she was toying with.
She was definitely watching. Ty Lee wasn't sure what was going on, but she watched, anyway. As the woman on the table was lightly whipped, and teased, skin left slightly red in places but never overly harmed.
By the time ten minutes were up she felt like her clothing was too warm for her body. Or the room was too hot. Her skin was flushed and her legs were crossed, and she'd possibly never been so turned on in her life.
Someone came in when the woman was done, giving her some water and wrapping a blanket around her. The woman with the lash watched impassively for a moment, before flicking her eyes to Ty Lee. She tilted her head, then jerked it towards the table. Her lips curled up at the silent command.
Both of Ty Lee's eyebrows raised up into her hairline. She darted her eyes off to one side and then the other. Was she supposed to just... do that?
"Is that... allowed?" She whispered. It still felt like the room was some sacred space that she was defiling just by being there. It wasn't her space yet, she was still an outsider. But there was an allure to it all that she couldn't ignore, and she walked over to the table anyway.
Azula’s tongue flicked out as she wet her lips. She circled around the table, slowly and seductively, then ran her gloved fingers along Ty Lee’s shoulder. This couldn’t get much better. She leaned in, her lips brushing the tip of Ty Lee’s ear. Her voice was low and throaty, half out of an effort to not sound like herself. “Ten minutes. Consider it a sample of our club.”
Her other hand ran down her side. “Select a word or phrase. When you say it, I must stop. It is the only thing that will make me stop. Understood?”
A safe word. Ty Lee remembered reading about that in the pamphlet. It had to be something she wouldn't normally say, especially in here. She tapped a finger against her chin for a few seconds, and then decided, "Banana Pudding."
Azula almost laughed. Instead, she bit her lip so hard it hurt. "My word is your command. Strip." She waited for the woman to take her jeans and blouse off. Behind her mask, she could openly admire her in ways that she'd never really allowed herself. "Very nice. Dancer? Gymnast?"
With one hand, she guided Ty Lee onto the table, securing her. In a way that would be uncharacteristic to the Azula that Ty Lee knew, she checked several times to ensure that she was comfortable and not in pain. The better to trap her with. Or so she told herself.
She wouldn't have lasted long here if she was actually cruel beyond reason. Sometimes, her dreamself actually scared her. She looked at her handiwork, and found herself asking, "I'll remove my gloves, if that would make you more comfortable." A question in the form of a statement.
Ty Lee wasn't aware that this was the kind of thing Azula would ever be into, and wasn't expecting to find her friend in a place like this. That was probably why she wasn't the least bit suspicious.
Mainly she was cold. It wasn't very warm in the room now that her clothing was off, and she shivered a bit. "I used to do acrobatics and dance, and martial arts! But now I mainly do yoga. And I don't mind the gloves. Wouldn't it be a little more personal if you removed them?"
She felt like personal was possibly a bad thing.
"For you, perhaps." She pulled the gloves off slowly, the fabric snapping once they were off. Tossing them aside, she ran her hand along Ty Lee's bra strap, then leaned over her, reaching for her flogger. It afforded Ty Lee a great view of her chest. Then she straightened, smirked a mysterious smile and very, agonizingly slowly, went to work.