Fetish Hotel
From Create Your Own Story
This story is an exploration of various different fetishes and as such can quickly go places that some people will not feel comfortable going. So continue at your own risk and do not click on anything you do not want to see.
With that said: Enjoy!
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I look down at the tattered business card in my hand. My fingers idly playing with the edges, frayed from pulling it out and then putting it away over and over again. The cracks and creases telling the tale of my indecisiveness. My heavy sigh matches the roar of the cab's engine as it speeds away from the desolate and nondescript part of town.
It is eerily quiet, not at all what I was expecting. I guess I don't really know exactly what I was expecting. A seedy bus station covered in filth? Champaign and glitter-filled orgies in the streets? Instead, all that stands before me are several huge towers, reaching almost impossibly high into the sky. Grey and cold, almost lifeless except for the occasional person silently entering or leaving. Subdued, in stark contrast to its purpose, making me ponder for a brief moment whether I have reached the correct location. Holding up the card in front of me, shielding my eyes from the sun. The letters in large block type from my perspective matching exactly in size the sign spanning the building: FETISH HOTEL. No, there could be no doubt about the location, only whether I truly belonged here. Whether I wanted to belong here.
I approached cautiously, wondering what I had gotten myself into. I had decided upon a cab because I didn't want my car to be seen here. But now that left me with no avenue of retreat. I could call another I suppose. And wait 10 to 20 minutes waiting outside this place. No doubt that's when the paparazzi or camera crews would arrive to plaster my name across the evening news and the Enquirer. Not that I was famous, no not even close, but that is what my inner paranoia was telling me. So no, whether I liked it or not, I was committed, or should be committed I couldn't decide. Either way, it was time to put one foot in front of another and hopefully I would not be regretting the choice later.
At the entrance to the building was an arch. Inscribed in ornate lettering were the words "Abandon all restraint ye who enter here". I passed under the arch into a tunnel and walked down a narrow path, listening to my footsteps echo off the concrete walls hollowly. It soon opened up into a courtyard where each of the towers, well, towered over me. I turned in a slow circle, seeing each tower had its own arched entryway labeled with the same lettering as the entry. I stood there for moments that seemed like years. The words echoed in my head like my footsteps earlier: "Abandon all restraint". I crumpled up the business card and tossed it to the ground. Staring straight at the sign meant for me, each step pulling me toward it with greater and greater determination. If I am gonna be here, if I am gonna take the leap, then what's the point of doing it timidly. I was walking with full determination by the time I passed through the door reading
