A fantasy built on scant memory

I am led into a club; it looks a little like one that I've been too, but firmly rooted in fantasy with a labyrinth of connected rooms both public and intimate.  I say intimate for these rooms allow for more intimate activities - though you couldn't argue that they were private.  The whole place seems to allow for the people within it to flow freely; watching and joining, parting and coming together again.

I know that I am on a lead; I recognise the comforting way I am constrained, paraded.  I am admired in my subjugation.  I cannot see who holds my lead, I do not even know if I belong to a master or a mistress.  I try to gain some intelligence by smell; I can smell leather, alcohol and undertones of sex.  There appears a drink in my hand, it is pretty and pink with a little fizz in it; I think it could be cranberry as it's not very sweet - I like it.  This place is a trip for the senses as I start to hear other sounds and pick them out above the gothic and ebm beats.  I hear conversation, laughter and greetings.  I can hear the swish and slap of a crop, a flat slap of a paddle.  I can hear the noise of girls and men murmuring and sighing.  If I listen closely I can also hear that delicious lack-of-noise when someone disappears into space.

I am led up to a strange chair and encouraged to lay on it, facing the floor.  My lead is attached to a ring near to my cheek, it holds me there.  I am not uncomfortable there - far from it, I feel taken care of and looked after.  I am left to settle, I can hear conversation move away from me.  My body adjusts and relaxes, to a certain extent, in this position.  I do not need or ask for anything, I am content in the moment.

Swish!  Slap!  Something burns on my left buttock, instinct in that instant tells my body to move - but I cannot, I am held firm by the collar and lead.  Before I am given a chance to panic I hear a comforting voice.  My body starts to calm and relax once more as a hand gently rubs my back.  As the hand moves slowly lower, down to my buttocks I find that the burning eases.  Swish!  Slap!  Again, the burning, but instead of the fear and slight confusion which accompanied the last time a new emotion arrives whimpering at my door, begging to be allowed in, desire.

Another Swish!  Slap!  and desire bursts through.  The same pattern continues, though each time I enjoy very much the gentle, sensual touches I receive - my body is eager for the next swish.  My ears almost prick up at the sound of it.  My muscles tighten, expecting the slap that follows on, relishing the exquisite hot feeling after.  I am no longer fully aware of time, myself or my surroundings.  I am free.

I hear more gentle words, several hands stroking and petting me.  I hear kind words.  I notice my body now, I'm vaguely aware that my lead has now been untied, but I cannot yet move.  I am warm and there is a wetness running down my legs.  Helped up, I am slowly led away.  I am placed somewhere comfortable next to (either my master or my mistress's) feet and given a glass of water.

Contented kitten indeed!