{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"b4c33dae-3341-481a-8207-9b732261fdd8","seriesId":"6fde8ec8-1cd7-41f7-a824-6c8d9b50d074","seriesName":"Loviatar","currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2022-03-23T08:59:07.462Z","title":"Halcyon days","slug":"halcyon-days","shortId":"kBj79X1Y","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Novella","paidUrl":"(In the Prologue chapter, Carsten make a reference to a univ level course in slavery, this does not involve having a dominatrix whipping the pupils to study harder. But might rather address social and legal aspects, while some SM safety might be tugged on. If someone still consider this far fetched remember that Shibari have been on the curriculum on the univs of Osaka and Kyoto.)","synopsis":"A man with a masochistic inclination is on a search for a suitable female. At one BDSM club he meet one bickering woman. \nHe is intrigued by her looks, though she appear to think that he fail in meeting her expectations in every which way. Is she just one who dominate with words, or is there more? She make no secret that she's looking for a man to have a relationship with. They decide to have a date the following week.\nThis prologue provide a bit of foundation to understand who Carsten is, and what kind of world he lives in.","partCount":2,"parts":[{"partId":"f0d119a9-42df-4100-ac8a-945e44accfe0","title":"Prologue","summary":" Hello, I am Carsten, and I'd like to introduce myself. This is my story.I am the protagon","wordCount":1208,"readTime":6,"number":1,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"795e95e3-7cb6-44f5-a2e4-0ed00fd82c90","title":"Clubbing and a clobbering","summary":" The main floor of the club had both a sitting space withcouches and tables, which had been arr","wordCount":6240,"readTime":31,"number":2,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Prologue","content":"

$\"Frontpage$

Hello, I am Carsten, and I'd like to introduce myself.
This is my story.
I am the protagonist, or one of the two main persons, though
I will have less to say in future chapters, as my life changed in
radical ways for reasons you'll learn about later.

It all started one day when I had finished my after work
snack at the food court. Sipping my coffee, I browsed on my
pad while trying to ignore the loud conversations of the other
diners.

I was on a medium-term assignment in this city, so I browsed
the pad for news and local information, keeping an eye out
for anything interesting that might turn up in the weekend.

With a lifelong interest in the kinkier aspects of life, my interest
piqued when I came across an ad for an SM club just a few
blocks away that was having an 'open night' that weekend.
It was an unusual opportunity because this club usually
operated as a member-only establishment.

Now that this would provide an opportunity to be social with
like-minded people, though admittedly with the hope to leap
on any opportunity that might turn up. Not that I am into
swinging or one night stands, although that had been the
outcome when I met a few random strangers in such places.

But I digress, so lets get back telling about myself.

I had spent years in my search for a suitable partner, you
might think that I have been choosy as I never settled down
with someone. But if you had seen me on Saturnalia, you
would have to admit that it possibly could not be the case.
One year I had been one of the slaves who pulled a cart of a
very senior and somewhat senile female dominant in the
parade trough the city. Saturnalia is such a great time to be
able to show your inner self and what you really could go for.

Our BDSM festival is such a joyous occasion, where even many
members of the majority population come out to celebrate,
even though they do not have the inclination themselves.
It's such a heart warming feeling to get this support..
But even in a world where all the different varieties of BDSM
not only have met general acceptance, and where consensual
slavery even have gotten legal protection.

There's still some who never come out of the closet!

I mentioned that I've been on a search for that special person,
which not naturally mean that I had spent every moment looking.
My career came first, and so I've been an ambitious coworker
at Helas Engineering for quite some years.
I simply had not had time to do the necessary grooming,
nor had I attended any slave training courses.

So I was quite of a blank slate, only having worn a temporary
collar for a few brief periods.
But that did meant that my search for that 'perfect partner'
as I mockingly dubbed it, had not been met with some degree
of success. This after spending quite some of my free time
reading contact ads, and endless hours of text based
conversations with strangers. Some of whom had not turned
out to be quite what they claimed to be.

I disposed of those quickly, as my interest was not for online
cyber dreams, but in making this a reality.

I also visited a number of SM clubs and establishments.
This one, with the ad for an open night piqued my interest
enough to get a closer look. With the name 'Nano' I imagined
it was a smaller, exclusive club. A guess that later turned out
to be incorrect.

The ad stated 'dress code' which meant that I had to appear
in clothing that were fetish to some degree. After doing a
mental inventory of the items I had brought from home, I could
only think of a pair of glossy black pants that might substitute
for leather. So I needed to go shopping for suitable
accoutrements for the coming evening.

$\"Food,$

I finished the coffee and went for a stroll, after passing clothing
and leather shops where the prices were nothing less than petty
larceny. I found a black shirt for sale in a store for metalheads.

But I wasn't finished yet. The other required accessories was
found in a local joke shop, which surprisingly both had fingerless
leather gloves as well as one faux leather beret. They also added
the finishing touch by selling temporary tattoos.

The shopkeeper might have sensed what I were after since he
presented a sheet that included a woman with a whip and a cat
ripping the skin with the claws. I laughed when seeing these
varieties and immediately added the sheet to my purchase.

I brought my bags and went to the railway station and took the local
train to my temporary home, a flat in the burbs that the corporation
rented for people like me on temp assignments.

The following day was uneventful, as this was a Friday I finished work
early and went home. After a light dinner and shower, it was time to
prepare for the evening.

Walking around in my bathrobe and brought a pair of scissors to the
bathroom and cut out one images of the barcode and the cat from the
sheet. The instruction text on the package said the temporary tattoos
might last 3-5 days, so the one with a barcode were applied to my neck,
where it could be hidden by my hair in following days. While the skin
ripping cat would be equally well hidden as I applied it to my left buttock.

As a professional I had reason to be discreet as even temporary
markings might be frowned upon, and not risk offending any potential
customer. Though neither was especially weird or revolting.

With the tats in place, I dressed, put on a warm jacket and donning the
new cap I set out to see what this evening might bring.

The local train sported the usual set of loud people en route to their
evening venues. I found a quiet seat in the back of the car and stayed
out of the way until my station came up.

The evening air was cool without being uncomfortably so, but I put on
the fingerless gloves, after a brisk walk I found the address.
But there were no sign for the club outside, which was unusual and
caused a moment of uncertainty. But after I stepped inside and noted
a triskelion and arrow on one wall which did lead me to the relevant door.

A knock prompted the bouncer to open, he made no comment and
just gave me a straight stare, I understood the unspoken question and
took off the jacket and folded it over my right arm to show the black tee.

The bouncer eyed me up and down, but after a brief moment he
shrugged and stepped aside. Next stop was at the counter where I
paid and received a hand stamp so I could enter again in case I went
to stretch my legs or have a smoke. Not that I did any longer, it was a
habit I had to give up as it was an unwritten law for the representatives
not to have any smelly or unpleasant habits, so I had quit and switched
to chewing tobacco.

After having walked down a short corridor to the main area I had a surprise.
All the furnishings were unquestionably upper tier. And the place was huge!

There were 2 witch wheels along one wall, in and a st. Andrews cross had
been raised in one open play area.
When I explored the premises I found found that past the bar, there were
quite a number of private playrooms in the rear.

This did not match the name of the club at all, perhaps the name was some
kind of understatement or an inside joke.

The entrance fee included two drinks, I settled for a non-alcoholic juice
as the first choice and started to mingle.

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