Zach did not consider himself a voyeur. Yet as he sat in the corner of the bespoke establishment, his eyes wandered from one guest to another. It was a Friday night, just past 10 PM, and the bar was filled with the crowd one would expect: Women in short dresses swarmed by guys in button-up shirts, pinstripe suits. The wallstreet type, hotshot financial advisors, stock brokers. Usually, Zach enjoyed attributing stories to the people he saw. Unfortunately, this army of trust-fund-clones had little inspiration to offer. One guy, silhouette like a stick, brunette hair slung back in an almost wet look tried charming their way into the pants of some chick in a pink dress - and, much to the surprise of the other men, had a number scribbled in a napkin within a minute. Still, that was hardly worth a story to make up - until they turned around. Zach had to admit, with much shame indeed, that he had pegged them wrong. The charmer was no man - rather, Zach was staring into the blue eyes of a young woman. A beautiful one, too - and for some odd reason, many came to his mind, she was no target of the men she entered the bar with.

Surely, they were intimidated by her. Zach couldn't blame them one bit. She oozed charisma, charm; and the giggling chick at the bar likely thought the same, seemingly hypnotized by the angular shapes of a grey pinstripe blazer. All of a sudden, Zach felt underdressed in comparison. A wide blue button-up, bright images of pyramids plastered all over. The hint of his chest tattoos visible, two buttons loose. White pearl necklace, black jeans - he knew this was not his scene. Usually, he would still be at home by this time, the good techno clubs did not open till 2 AM. Today had been different, a gig with a fashion designer brought him to the area. Just one drink, he'd told himself.

Now here he was, staring at this beautiful woman who seemed utterly exhausted by the company she'd brought, annoyed by the fact she'd made that poor girl fall in love with her for no reason other than to flex. For some odd reason, Zach couldn't take his eyes off her anymore. Who was she? Why was she who she was? And why couldn't he shake the feeling that he would find out? There was one other detail he noticed: A ring on her little finger, on the right hand. It showed a pitch-black triskelion, a fragile silver ring on top of it. Zach knew that symbol - he wore the same on his left hand.

Before he could stop himself or think this through, his legs made a choice for him, led him over to the bar. Led him next to her. Pulling down the black gas station sunglasses (which he wore ironically), he shot her the most charming smile he could muster, framed by a thin, neatly trimmed moustache.
"Hey, Zach. Like your style", he introduced himself - offering her his left hand for a shake, his own symbol ring in view. No, he was not a subtle man... but by this point in time, his mind was already an hour in the future: With this beautiful woman peeling herself out of her suit in his studio, an offer of submission, if only for a night. That's what their rings implied, after all: Submission on the right hand, dominance on the left.

Of course, there was a lot they needed to discuss first.

Hey! Like the general idea of this? Great! We can obviously change around the details, but at the core, the idea is rather simple: A driven, young career women, likely fresh out of college in a Big 4 finance company meets a scene-artist in a fancy bar. Both of them wear one of the common symbols within the BDSM-community, and as they come to chat, they don't waste much time. Discussing kinks, safewords, interests and limits - and off they are to play in his studio.

Simple as that.

An added twist would be that, while she wears the ring, she did not have a chance to explore these dynamics yet. I like writing stories where submissives are gently introduced to kink. I also like using visual references for characters. I have some ideas based on what I described, but I am flexible if you have specific ideas! In your opening message, tell me which direction you want to take this in, if you want to change anything specific about our cast, and what your thoughts on my kink list are, and which parts you would want to highlight, veto, or add to from your own preferences!

Kinks: CMNF, Gentle Maledom, Oral (both ways), Deepthroat, Bodyworship, Toys, BDSM (light bondage, orgasm control), performing, outfit play, recording, romance, making out, athletic men, skinny/fit women, SSC, aftercare, collar/leash), massages, oilplay, anal, interracial

Limits: Toilet play, sweatplay, sounding, petplay, animals, incest, cheating, pubic hair, blood, lactation, impregnation, pregnancy play, footplay (except for massages), deliberately ugly characters, raceplay, DDlg