Free Dancing In Darkness by Sherrie Weynand

her eyes would adjust. There was music playing loudly in the background, it had a good danceable beat and it was quite sexy. Priscilla didn’t know what the music was but she did like it. “I can dance to that.” She thought to herself.
    She was somewhat self-conscious of her outfit now that she knew there were people in the room where she was going to dance. If she could undress for a huge room of drunk men, she could do this. “Get your shit together, Priscilla. This is nothing.” Her inner voice told her.
    “Here you go.” Adam said when they had reached the steps of the stage. “Under the stage is a break area for you. There are drinks and snacks, a place to sit down. Don’t worry, it’s lighted and quite roomy. You won’t feel trapped.”
    Priscilla tried to take it all in and listen to him at the same time. There certainly was a varying degree of members. She saw the gentleman in the business suit sitting in an oversized chair, next to him a woman. The woman was not in a chair, but rather, on her knees next to him, her head and eyes cast downward toward the floor, her palms face up on her thighs and he was holding a leash that was connected to the collar that she wore. She could see that there were several variations of this pairing scattered around the floor. There were women with men on leashes as well, so at least she knew it wasn’t something that was only against women.
    “Adam, don’t these people on these leashes find it to be humiliating?” She questioned him.
    “Perhaps to a small extent they do, however as a sub, they receive their joy from making their masters or Doms happy. Pleasing their Doms pleases them.” He explained.
    It was all too much for Priscilla to wrap her brain around. She couldn’t imagine being any of the people she had witnessed on a leash.
    “In all reality, Priscilla, it’s the subs that hold all of the power in these types of relationships. They have to consent to everything, without that trust and consent, there is no Dom/sub relationship.” He went on.
    “To each their own I guess.” She replied.
    “I’ll let you go so you can start. If you have any other questions, feel free to ask me. I’ll answer to the best of my abilities.” He told her.
    “Okay, one more question first. Do you do this? You know, have a sub or are a sub?” She asked him. As soon as she asked she felt bad, that was private and if he wanted her to know, he would have already told her. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that.”
    “It’s fine. It’s a legitimate question.” He responded. “No, I am not a sub. I’m not wired that way. Yes I am a Dom, currently a Dom without a sub.” He answered honestly.
    “I see. Again, I am sorry for asking that.” She told him.
    “Questions are how we learn, Priscilla.” He told her. “Come, it’s time to get you started.”
    Taking her by the hand, he started to walk up the stairs to the top of the stage, she followed behind him now quite nervous. When they were on the stage he picked up the microphone that was placed at the very front.
    “Ladies and Gentleman, tonight for your entertainment and pleasure, we have a special guest. A beautiful woman and spectacular dancer, please welcome, Ms. Pris.” He announced.
    The room filled with applause. In the far corner of the room, sitting on a sofa that was hidden in the dark, a pair of eyes followed her every move. He didn’t applaud, he didn’t stand. He folded his hands in his lap and simply watched. “Well isn’t this interesting.” The shadowed figure thought to himself.
    Priscilla started to dance to the music coming from the surround sound system. Soon, as always, the music filled her and she was one with it. Her movements and the music moving simultaneously together. It’s what made her so damn good. Her body worked on its own. Time slipped by and she hadn’t even realized that she had been dancing as long as she had. It didn’t matter to her, she loved the way she felt when