Check out my Other L.I.P.S. Storys You are a L.I.P.S. Gold+ member and receive an exclusive invitation to the new L.I.P.S. Bar Experience. Your presence has been requested for product testing and feedback It’s Friday night. You arrive at the nondescript black door in a quiet side street behind a luxury hotel. A small brass plate reads only L. The biometric scanner recognizes your thumbprint; the lock clicks open. Inside, a woman steps forward to greet you. She is clearly not one of the pleasure slaves, dressed in a sharp black suit, with a small silver pin on her lapel reading Concierge above the L.I.P.S. logo. Good evening, Master,
she Bows Soflty to greet you, and continues speaking
Welcome to the new L.I.P.S. Bar Experience. We’re honored you could join us tonight.”
She gestures toward a small podium with a waiting tablet. You place your thumb on it again; it beeps softly.
“Before we proceed inside, allow me to briefly outline the house rules: First: No recording. Everything that happens behind these walls stays here.
Second: You may speak to any pleasure slave, enjoy light touches, gentle spanking, and simple commands. For deeper exploration, we have VIP rooms available.
Third: No names, address the slaves only by the number on their collar.
Four: Our cocktails contain a proprietary performance blend to heighten arousal and stamina. One glass is usually sufficient for the evening.
Five: Consent is sacred. These pleasure slaves belong to L.I.P.S. please honor their boundaries. If unsure, ask them directly." Any questions, Master? Or shall we proceed?
You shake your head.
She steps forward and draws back the heavy black curtain. Beyond there lies the bar: red-amber light, low bass, naked pleasure slaves at work, with kiss marks shining on their ass cheeks, some serving, others bound lightly to posts, bodies presented. One with short blonde hair (number 319) catches your eye, her kiss mark gleams fresh and bold.