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‘Nature, who for the perfect maintenance of the laws of her general equilibrium, has sometimes need of vices and sometimes of virtues, inspires now this impulse, now that one, in accordance with what she requires.’

Marquis de Sade

‘I was probably twenty, maybe twenty-one, and my company had sent me to work in one of their European offices,’ said Max. ‘I was green as grass. Anyway, I started seeing this girl, Eva. A mate of mine set me up with her; she was a bit older than me, but not much, twenty-three, twenty-four. Really tiny, attractive.’ Max smiled.

‘Eva was nothing like any of the girls I‘d gone out with before. She liked a drink, and dancing – and she loved sex. I’d come from a small town in the south-east, where nice girls just didn’t, so that was one big difference. I couldn’t believe my luck.

‘We’d meet up after work – she’d got a little flat near the railway station. We’d do the usual stuff: there were a couple of bars, nightclubs, we’d have a few beers, go dancing, drinking, go back to her place.

‘Her flat was on the top floor above a row of shops; it was one big room with a shower and toilet off the stairs, all the usual stuff, but the first thing you noticed when you went in was a huge carved four-poster bed.

‘God knows where it came from or how old it was. Eva told me it had been there when she moved in. The only way her landlord would have been able to get it downstairs would have been to saw it into pieces, so she told him to leave it. We used to camp out on it, use it as a sofa, as a picnic table, somewhere to watch TV from. Sex, fun, music …

‘Her flat was above a delicatessen. She was so foreign.’

‘And exciting?’ I said.

Max nodded. ‘Total culture shock. Anyway, we’d been seeing each other for a couple of months. My best mate, Charlie, was dating Eva’s best friend, Greta. We’d all got the weekend off and we’d been planning to do something all together, but at the last minute Greta got called in to work and Charlie said he didn’t want to play gooseberry, so there was just Eva and me.

‘When I met her at the bus stop she said that there was somewhere she wanted to take me. I didn’t really mind where we went as long as I was with her and we ended up back at her place.’

Max smiled. ‘She was built like a boy, with short, spiky, white-blonde hair, long skinny legs and the biggest greenest eyes you’ve ever seen. And she was dynamite between the sheets. She was the most uninhibited person I’d ever met – not that I had been out with that many in my short romantic career. Eva was always up for it, full on, all the time, as far as I could make out.

‘She was incredibly vocal, liked to bite and was bossy. Very bossy. I’d never come across anyone like her before. I’d be in bed with her and she would tell me what she wanted: “Hold my hands down, tighter – now fuck me faster, faster. That’s it and touch me there – just there …” If I didn’t do it right she’d take my hands and show me exactly what it was she wanted, and when she didn’t get it she was only too happy to do it herself.

‘Up until then the only sex I’d ever had was fumbling around in the dark in the back of a car or in the sports pavilion. Just getting it was enough without thinking about technique.’

Max laughed. ‘I’ve got this memory of her, naked except for leather riding boots and bright red lipstick, showing me exactly how she liked to be stroked. I couldn’t keep my hands off her. I’m amazed we didn’t get ourselves arrested, some of things we got up to.

‘She used to tell me I was too British, too uptight; she was probably right.

‘I’d been seeing someone back home called Nola. I wasn’t that serious about our relationship, but I knew she was. We’d known each other since we were at primary school. Everyone, including our families, was expecting that eventually we’d settle down and get married. She was as steady as a rock, Nola, and she wanted us to get engaged and save up for a house. She used to write to me every week, telling me all about her job in Boots and how all the family were doing.

‘Nola was the kind of girl that good boys want to settle down with. She drew the line at French kissing and a bit of heavy petting. Her mum and dad were really strict and she was the same: she thought that nice girls didn’t have sex before marriage and barely tolerated it afterwards. She thought that we should wait until we were married before going “the whole way”, whereas Eva could barely wait until we got out of the bus station.’

Max laughed again and shook his head. ‘So anyway one weekend, I’d got it into my head we were going to have a few beers and head back to Eva’s flat, but she’d got other plans. She said that she had a place she wanted to show me. Her English was really good, and she had a funny gravelly voice, and I was totally smitten: I’d have followed her anywhere – anything to keep her sweet. After all, we’d got the whole weekend and I didn’t want her getting mad with me.’

Max grinned at me. ‘And so we headed to a bar in the town centre where we had gone the first time we met. I remember saying, “Is this it? We’ve been here before …”

‘Eva shook her head. “No, of course it isn’t. Be patient,” she said.

‘So we got a table and ordered. Apparently it was too early to go wherever she wanted to take me. But it felt like something was going on. She seemed off, edgy, distracted and excited, her eyes working the room, wandering around the bar, glancing up at the clock, watching people come and go as if she was waiting for something to happen. It was nerve-racking. I kept wondering what the hell I was getting myself into.

‘The beers didn’t take the edge off the mood. I kept wondering if I was being set up. There were plenty of stories about honeytraps and guys getting mugged after following some woman down a dark alley, but I kept thinking: if I was going to get rolled, surely they wouldn’t have waited two months to do it? Maybe it was something else; maybe Eva was planning to dump me. Maybe she had met someone else.

‘I found myself watching the door, watching Eva, watching the people coming in and out of the bar. By the time we left at around eleven I was ready for just about anything. And I wasn’t expecting anything good.

‘We grabbed a cab and headed across town. The taxi dropped us at the bottom of the steps that went down into an alley, and it was packed, buzzing with people all on a Friday night out. There were bars and nightclubs with people spilling out of the open doorways; we had to squeeze our way between them.

‘I was hanging back, waiting for whatever it was to kick off, till Eva got hold of my arm and pushed her way through. We made our way down the alley to a club. Bouncers look much the same the world over, and there were two big guys in standard dark jeans and leather jackets on the door. As we walked up to them, one of them grinned and touched his cap, and Eva saluted.

‘I asked how they knew her. She said she was a regular and that it was one of her favourite places and that she worked there sometimes.

‘I asked her why we hadn’t gone there before and she just grinned and said that she had needed to know me a bit better before sharing all her secrets.

‘“What secrets?” I asked.

‘She giggled and tapped the side of her nose. “Soon,” she said, “soon. Relax, it’s nothing bad …”

‘Anyhow, we joined the queue. There was no name above the club door, no sign; everything looked normal. The only thing that struck me as odd was that lots of punters in the queue were wearing long coats – it was a warm evening, so that was strange – and a lot of the others were carrying holdalls.

Eva had a maxi coat on but she almost always wore it.

‘We got to the front desk and there were two huge middle-aged women on the front desk taking the money. They looked liked drag queens: heavy make-up, low-cut tops, smoking like trains. It was obvious that they knew Eva, and while they were saying their hellos the pair of them kept eyeing me up and down. One of them waved us through.

‘Inside there was a little bar off to one side. The whole place was heaving with people. It was like a rabbit warren and I couldn’t get my head around why we were there. People were smoking and drinking at the bar. To one side of the entrance was a flight of stairs going up and another going down, and a corridor leading off to God knows where. The corridor was lined with doors. There were people everywhere.

‘I’d been to a lot of clubs but this one felt different. I kept thinking I’d made a big mistake going here on my own, and that I should have waited until Charlie and Greta had been able to come with us.

‘But Eva was like, “Relax, it’s a good place. Good people. You will like it.”

‘That wasn’t how I felt.

‘She took hold of my arm and took me through the bar; I could hear music and I was thinking maybe there was a band. Then we got to another set of double doors. I remember looking down at her and realizing she was trembling, and I wondered what the fuck was going on. I thought maybe she was cold but then she looked up at me, and she was all shiny-eyed and excited. Just before she pushed open the doors, she stretched up on tiptoes and said, “Don’t be afraid.”

‘Talk about freaking you out. Then she pushed open the doors.’

‘What did you think was going on?’ I asked, hanging on his every word.

Max laughed. ‘Truth? I hadn’t got a clue. We’d been warned about bomb threats and terrorism – there was lots of bad stuff going on – and because this place hadn’t got a name outside I just kept thinking: I’m walking straight into trouble here.

‘Anyway, the doors opened. I had no idea what to expect, but it sure as hell wasn’t what I saw. The room was full of people in all kinds of costumes. It was like a carnival. The music was really loud, and there were strobe lights and a smoke machine. There were people in leather, feathers, bare-breasted, bare-chested; some were dancing. But it wasn’t just the audience that surprised me but what was going on on stage.

‘There was a naked blonde woman, built like a dancer, and she was strapped to a frame and being flogged by a huge black guy with a shaved head and dressed as a pirate. Both of them had been covered in oil, or maybe it was sweat, but anyway their bodies glistened under the spotlights, and her whole back was criss-crossed with red welts.

‘I didn’t know what to say or where to look – I’d never seen anything like it, not even in magazines. I wondered why nobody was helping her – crazy – so my first thought in a bondage club was that someone really ought to rescue the blonde; but my second was that she didn’t look like she’d thank me for saving her. In a cage next to the frame was another girl, naked except for a cat mask, who had her wrists chained above her head and who was writhing in time to the music. And I got the impression that she was probably next up on the frame …

‘I’d heard rumours about clubs like this. I and a gang of the lads from the office had headed for the red light district for a gander the first couple of weeks after I’d arrived, but I had never imagined finding myself in a place like this.’

Max laughed. ‘I was bloody terrified and for some reason I kept thinking about Nola back at home, saving up for her bottom drawer. I didn’t know where to look. Some of the audience were watching the show, but everyone was treating it like a regular night out, drinking, eating and dancing, as if this sort of thing was perfectly normal, which for them of course it was.

‘There were a handful of people dressed in ordinary clothes, me among them, but the vast majority of them were dressed in costumes, fetish clothes, bondage gear, masks, rubber, leather corsets and waistcoats, breeches and boots, all-in-one latex body suits, some almost naked except for straps and buckles – and that included the staff. It certainly explained the coats and the holdalls. It was like Sodom and Gomorrah.

‘I looked across and Eva was watching me, probably I think now in case I made a run for it. She asked me if I was OK. I can’t remember what I said but I remember her saying, “You can close your mouth now.” Then we found a table and she waved the waitress over and ordered us a couple of beers. I just kept gawping. At a table just inside the door there were a man and woman eating, apparently completely oblivious to the man and naked woman kneeling at their feet. On the table next to us were two girls, one dressed as an angel, the other as a devil, who were kissing. I asked Eva if it was a brothel and she laughed and said no, it was a club.

‘“People like to come here to be who they are,” she said. “They like to get dressed like this and be like this. It’s like a playground for people with particular tastes.” Then she paused and there was a moment when she looked at me and I knew what was coming. “For people like me,” she said. And then – I’ll never forget it – she stood up and started to unbutton her coat. Underneath she was wearing a little dress that buttoned down the front. It was really short, so you could see her stocking tops and suspenders. She was also wearing boots – Eva liked boots.

‘And she said, “So you like my new outfit?” with a Cheshire cat grin on her face, and came dancing back towards me.

‘I said yes, I think, and then I said, “It’s short.”

‘And she said, “It’s meant to be. I have very good legs.” And with that she peeled off her coat and started to undo her dress.

I stared at Max. ‘And you let her?’ I asked.

Max laughed. ‘I didn’t have much choice. There was no way I could have stopped her. I kept thinking: this can’t be happening. I was horrified and shocked and turned on – and God knows what else. I jumped up and went to cover her up with her coat, but she shook her head and pushed me away.

‘There was an old guy a couple of tables away who was looking her up and down as she was peeling off her dress, and there was a part of me that wanted to punch him and another part that thought: look all you like – she’s mine.

‘Under the dress Eva was wearing a leather harness that came round over her breasts, round her waist and her hips. And there was a strap that came up between her legs, with a little padlock on it, like a chastity belt, locking it to a waistband. She looked amazing.

‘With a total lack of self-consciousness she rolled up her dress and dropped it into her bag, and at the same time pulled out a collar and lead.

‘“Do you want to play?” she whispered, holding the lead out towards me.

‘All sorts of things were falling into place: the way she liked to be held down; how physical she was; the way she liked me to fight with her for sex, to pin her to the bed; the way she was constantly pushing the boundaries, trying to provoke a reaction.

‘I didn’t know what you called what she was, but I could feel myself reacting to it. I kind of understood it and knew that I liked it, and that whatever she was I was the other half of it. If she was the question, then I was the answer.’

I stared at Max. ‘You knew?’

He nodded. ‘Just the same way that you know. So I sat back, crazily calm, watching this mad crazy girl, and she held the collar and lead out again and said, “You want to play?”

‘And this time I took it, because there was nothing else that I wanted more. I’d got a hard-on just looking at her. Then she leaned in close and said, “It will be all right. You and I can do anything you like: you can whip me, you can tie me up, you can make me do exactly what you want. I know that you would like to do that. I know that you want to. I can see it in your eyes. I saw it the first night we met. I will love every minute of it. And so will you. I promise …”

‘I was nervous, but she was right – I knew it. She knelt down in front of me, and I fastened the collar around her neck and snapped on the lead.

‘Then she told me that she had booked us a private playroom upstairs. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you everything you need to know,” she said. “You will be the best Master I have ever had.”

‘I had no idea what that meant, but then she reached up to pull me in close for a kiss.

‘I laughed and kissed her back, and as I did she pushed something hard and metallic between my lips. It was a padlock key.

‘“You’re going to need that,” Eva said.’