Purple Ribbon - P2 The Club.

I'm in the short queue for the entrance to the club. My bard, my chaperone, my servant and friend all in one leather wrap is stood by the side of me carrying my bags. Small talk is had with the people around. I do not wear a jacket or coat, admire my tie with glinting tie pin from the over head floor light.

The weather is a popular British choice incuding fairly chilled but windy. The cold never bothers me however those in front and behind were not far of death from hypothermia with the complaints I was hearing. Should anyone die in front of me least the queue would be shorter.

We have a clear way into the initial door entrance. The bard steps to the side to allow me first in. I allow him to get into the warmth first as he glances me a confused look while quickly moving forward. I join him in the small space that is housing myself and three other couples waiting to show membership cards to the clerk. "If the donkey dies from the cold then the master has to carry to load" he gave a small chuckle understanding my humour and acknowledging my best intentions looking after him at all times. I could see he was cold but was trying not to show it.

Around twenty minutes past in the queue, we made it to the clerk desk were boots clears my entry fee. I find myself walking into music, laughter and a buzz of life at a full on fetish night in a private members club. Naked people of both sexes walk past me, some on leashes amongst the various collars, scantly dressed subs, slaves, bottoms and pets. was also the vast tops, dommes, dominants, masters and so forth with everything in between with a range of outfits.

The dress sense was a wide choice. Leather, lace, rubber, birthday suits, spikes, chains, makeup, tutus, corsets and shirts of all colours. I do believe I find myself wearing one of the upper end of posh in the suit wearers. Often you can tell a lot by a kinkster with what he or she is wearing, sometimes very little but if you look closely you can usually make out something about that person and what their kink is or at least an idea if you are talking to a Top or bottom.

Collars are a good indication of scene ownership meaning the person is attached or has someone with them relevant to the dynamic they are in. The styles and designs of collars is a fascinating one and its very rare to find any two the same. walking into a club with a hundred or so people takes a bit of confidence, it can be a daunting place but it's not the first time I've been here and I find it as easy as walking into a local newsagents.

My chaperone bard in his full leather outfit, head to toe, leather tie included with black peaked cap, black boots and black gloves. Black as a brass container of boot polish with a shine to match the container exterior, sporting a fresh hair cut. His silver hair a perfect match for the colour choice of leather. He knows I intend to be looked at with my suit and didn't wish to disappoint from his side. I know that all I have to do is turn slightly towards him and the smell of leather would drown out any social perspiration from the surrounded atmosphere.

The first space you enter is the bar, there is music playing with a very nice bar on the right-hand side stocking a vast range of drinks both hard and soft with friendly kinky staff. The venue used to be a pub so I would assume this is the original outlay. The room itself is a good size with the majority of people standing. It was the main walk through zone for the exit, jacuzzi, smoking area, bar and then for the rest of the club. There is seating around the edges however this space is nearly always occupied. A screen on the wall showing adult entertainment that no one pays attention too but its fun to catch a glimpse now and then while passing. It is a thing adult entertainment licensed private member clubs layout and fairly common to have screens dotted around the place.

As I say hello to various familiar faces the first port of call is to head to the first-floor locker room to store bags, phones and so forth away for easier moving around the venue. I was saying hello to a familiar face as I moved through the bar lounge when I was approached by a very tall woman. It was the consent form receiver and she lit up the room with people offering her their visual attention whom now are looking in my direction as she stands in front of me and boots with a nervous smile.

In front of me with a smile on her face stood this tall individual of at least five foot twelve or so with around fifty percent of that being just legs. She was wearing very little yet so much. Everything was black, having a full look starting from her feet there were double ankle buckle stiletto heels following on with sheer stockings with a solid black trim at the top holding the stockings in place.

Her torso had a once piece lace outfit that reminded me of the eighties leotard outfits women used to wear that always had a visible rear end and side leg. The material came under and over the crotch then hugging the waist in a V shape. The lace was florally patterned but it was visible there was no underwear underneath, A open cleavage area branched up to her shoulders then down her arms with sleeves making it a single one-piece item. Very well kept nails finished off her hands. A single cross of black lace went over her cleavage to keep the outfit from falling off her chest.

Blond hair was nearly reaching the waist, make up was subtle yet striking with a smile that was happy to see me following by a kiss on the cheek "hello".

It was the person whom I had sent the just in case consent form. She was instructed to come initially say hello while making sure people could see her welcome me. This was achieved rather well. If I was a Duracell battery that charged on the attention I just got given a nice boost of power after the initial drive down had slightly diminished. She greeted my chaperone with a friendly smile and further hellos. Everyone likes boots. He is very likeable, approachable with an honest face making it difficult not to greet him.

I could feel the eyes staring at me, this women certainly was an eye candy cane walking through a sea of starving elves with no sign of Christmas. I said to her come find me once I've sat down if she wishes to initiate the interest in having a play scene with me. I'm aware she's in a bit of a down place, in need of help with a demon in her head and I'll open the witcher practice to see what can be done should she choose to come back later.

Once belongings are placed in the locker, you then realise where you are. The locker room often has people getting changed, transformations happening and is not a place for the shy. It is a wonderful environment to be a part of, so many friendly people with a tolerance of each other person around them. When you leave this room you are now in the club mind frame. I went from an evil bastard of a mood to something now more playful and less strict. My rant to boots on the drive down obviously calmed my ego that was in Viking axe swing mode at the time.

Back to the ground floor, I go, moody dark lighting is in plentiful, anyone I look at gives me a smile, perhaps its the tie?. Into the main room on the right where I find a demo scene is ongoing. A demo scene is a play scene where someone is showing off in public for the sake of showing off as well as often educating others into an idea of how something can be done in a particular way. A young woman dressed with only bruises is attached to a cross being stung with what I can best describe as a dragon tail. There is a man and a women taking turns to take part in this on going visual experience giving the cuffed women an excursion of the senses.

Picture a tea towel rolled up whipping your backside except this is leather with a handle. She is dancing about with her feet unable to move away from the cross as the pleasure administrators who happened to be a male and a women whom is the club host, co-topping together. This scene was causing the most interesting of various noises while black makeup runs down the receivers pretty face. This is not something you see often being both good fun and a privilege to see this kind of thing being carried out consensually for all to see.

To my left there is a leather couch that has no one sat on it, I make my move and place myself squarely on the space unbuttoning my middle waistcoat button. Perfect view of the whole room and the ongoing scene. If you walk in and out of the room you have to notice me. I have a small grey low table in front of me. I allow boots to sit next to me. He deserves a bit of relaxing time he has been very busy and slightly stressed with life ongoings. Also, 'look I have a leather toy with me, no one else does says the voice in my head with a bit of cackle'.

I send boots on his way for tea. A cup of tea fixes anything here in England. Having a bad day? a cup of tea. Divorce? a cup of tea, Severe limb loss? have a cup of tea. I don't mind it with milk on social occasions, occasionally it's nice with lemon if I am reading a book and with cream, if its snow outside.

Doesn't take long before there is a long set of legs stood in front of me. She's back. It would appear the candy cane wants the attention of Chris Kringle and not the workshop elves. She kneels to the side of the table with her right side towards me and left side towards the rest of the room, smiling and watching the ongoing scene while struggling to keep in the small space with her long limbs with added heels.

Huzaar, boots returns to the room with my tea and sits beside me once again. No one else I allow to sit beside me at this current time only him. He can tell by my way with words I am in a much calmer state, Verbally I'm using please and thank you. He knows I am always grateful with his service, pleases and thank you are often in my communication with him even though he doesn't require it in the slightest. If I am in a strict mood I simply put out requests or commands to which he reacts to accordingly with hesitation.

Tea, a nice cuppa. Outcomes the little leather pouch from my bag as I requested access to and boots got onto the task to find the items I require. I had no intention what so ever of searching around in a leather bag with white sleeves. I pull out the neat bundle of purple ribbon halfway from the leather pouch placing it on the table next to legs. She notices it letting out a sigh with a small giggle while touching it with her hand. I can see joy appearing in her eyes with excitement.

The consent form that had been received earlier, had a few options at the bottom that were required for full consent to be given, permitting me to carry out what was chosen on the list of options. A photo ID is required in order to show it was the person in question as well as a selfie holding a sign stating "I consent to wear the purple ribbon"

The purple ribbon was an idea I coined for this occasion with short notice after my earlier searching for photo frames, I will probably apply it in the future depending on how this plays out. This was to be a casual play occasion with an individual I have not played with before nor know much about other than from brief passing of messages online and the information on the consent form.

I wanted to give the option a clean cut in and exit strategy. While wearing a piece of my purple ribbon, the person wearing it then becomes in a scene with me with all aspects of the consent form taking place should I choose to act upon them. Anything on the form doesn't demand the need to ask or gain any form of permission to initiate during the ribbon time.

If the wearer decided to take the ribbon off that is an instant scene dismissal, an exit, The safe word 'red' was already in place as a verbal safety system for her with it being the clubhouse word. All bets are off and everything stops as consent is withdrawn to continue. The purple ribbon acts as a symbol to allow the wearer to be in the correct mind frame and then be able to leave once removed and go back to socialising as normal.

I tested the waters of obedience a little bit not long after she came to my feet. I did this by leaning over, twirling my left hand into her long hair while she watched the ongoing public play scene and pulling her head towards me. She promptly sat up, lean across my lap so her head was next to mine to face the mirror which was behind myself. Using her hands she braced herself holding onto the base of the chair.

Trying to turn her head towards me she tried to nuzzle her nose into my beard while the tight grip my fist currently bad made it difficult for her to move. She was taking in how good I smelled while her eyes were closed. I moved my face close to her, my nose touching her hair so I could whisper into her ear. "Listen to me" the women's eyes opened, looking to the side best she can to see my eyes."From now on you only talk to me whispering into my ear, you understand?"

I got a little nod, the women was that captivated the voice in her head was talking to me but her mouth skills had temporarily vanished. I pushed her hair away from me so the women could go back to kneeling.

I was able to judge whether putting the ribbon on was going to work out with this simple serious of events. Complete compliance was given so far.