I own a bar in midtown that has developed a reputation as a pick-up bar. It's not an ordinary pick-up bar, though; it’s one where, if you’re interested in submitting to your sexual partner, you'll find your perfect match. It often works even when that's not what you think you're looking for.
It started several years ago when my wife, who is into new-age stuff, got a Shaman to bless the bar. Basically, she blessed it, so you get what you need by sitting at the bar. She said something about the name too, but I never remembered what. I do remember her saying something about sitting at the bar. It didn’t include those who sit at the tables.
I first had a suspicion the next day that she’d done something. During the evening, as people sat at the bar drinking, eventually they left with someone. Over the next few weeks, as the locals returned to the bar, I noticed that they were pairing up dominant with submissive.
One of the first to come back was Carla. I was tending the bar when she came back. She was a beautiful woman, but shy, which wasn’t strong enough to describe her. She started telling me about the guy she’d left with. “Joel, last time I was in, I don’t know if you noticed that I left with someone. Did you?”
I was getting her drink and nodded, "Actually, I did. I’ve never seen you leave with a guy before, have I?”
"No, I don’t think so. But Leon—that's his name—came onto me, but he didn’t overwhelm me like so many men try to do. God, Leon, it was wonderful. I just melted. I let him do things; I did things that I can hardly believe we did.” She took a sip of the drink I handed her and then said, “I can’t believe I'm saying this to you, but we fucked for hours; it was wonderful.”
One by one, the locals came back with a similar dazed look and story. Some of them were about how they’d submitted, and others were about how others had submitted to them.
After a few weeks of stories like Carla's, I began to wonder what was going on. I kind of remembered her saying something about the name of the bar, people sitting at the bar, and some new-age foo-foo that I didn’t pay attention to. The stories I was getting seemed to center around the name of the bar, Submissions.
There was always submission involved. It seemed that something was changing the people that sat at the bar. It made them submit or dominate somehow; something was happening to change them.
When Ruby came back with her tale of submission, I started paying attention. She’s the exact opposite of Carla. She’s not shy or timid at all. The opposite, I thought.
RUBY’S STORY
I don’t know what happened, but when Theo sat and talked to me, I did a lot of listening to him. You know, I like to talk and control the conversation. You’ve seen me, haven’t you?
We were talking, and I heard myself invite him to my place. “I’d like you to come up to my place. ” When we stepped out of Submissions, he started kissing me. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him back. I felt his fingers on my breasts, gently caressing them. He had a slight scruff that I could feel as I was kissing his face. I was enjoying it, and it was turning me on.