The Fetish Bar
Copyright© 2025 by Vanessa Evans
Chapter 1
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - This story is a continuation of ‘The Perfect Match’ and ‘I can't help myself’.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Spanking Gang Bang Exhibitionism Voyeurism Public Sex Small Breasts
One day at work I overheard a couple of my colleagues talking about a bar, that they had heard of, that catered for people with a Fetish. Both guys sounded disgusted saying that they couldn’t understand how the place survived because there couldn’t possibly be many people who had kinky fetishes that they would air in public.
Part of what I overheard was the street name of where this ‘disgusting’ bar was.
Well, my imagination was running wild because, since we’d met, Sara and I had done quite a few things that some people would call kinky, and since we’d left university and got full-time jobs, we hadn’t been able to do a lot of things that we had both really enjoyed.
So, back at my desk I used google maps and street view to find this ‘Fetish Bar’. I found what looked like a bar with signage saying ‘Fetiche Bar’ which, to me, looked like it could be the place.
Later, on the underground train going home, leaning on the door between carriages, with my hand up the back of Sara’s skirt teasing her clit, I told her about what I had overheard and what I had found on google. Sara told me that ‘Fetiche’ is the Spanish word for Fetish.
I told Sara that on the coming Friday we were going from work to get something to eat, then go looking for this ‘Fetiche’, hoping that it was the bar that my colleagues had talked about.
As usual, Sara had changed from her business suit into more comfortable clothes in the ground floor rest rooms, and when we met she was wearing just a very short, tight, lycra skirt and a short tank top that showed lots of skin and pokey nipples.
We had a great meal in a restaurant then went looking for this Fetiche Bar.
It was actually easy to find, but the frontage didn’t look too inviting, nor did the room that the door opened in to. It was small and a bit dark and dingy. On the wooden walls were a couple of revealing photos of girls tied-up. There was a small bar in one corner that looked as if it extended into another room, with a couple of middle-aged men sat at it on high stools and a couple of small tables in the room, each with a middle-aged couple sat at them.
The barmaid looked to be in her late twenties, heavily made-up and showing a LOT of cleavage.
Sara, literally, jumped up onto a high stool, her tight skirt riding up. I could see a line of bare butt cheeks between her skirt and the stool. Sara sat with her knees apart. Also, when she spun round to face the other people there, I just knew that they would be able to see her bare pubis and some of her bald slit.
At the far corner of the room was 2 doors, one with restroom symbols on it, the other with a sign saying ‘Private’.
“Hi,” the woman behind the bar asked, “what can I get you?”
We ordered our drinks, then when the barmaid was getting them I whispered to Sara to spin on her stool. She smiled then did so. I turned my head and saw that everyone in the room was staring at Sara.
“There you go,” the barmaid said as she put our drinks on the bar in front of us. “Not seen you in here before have I?”
Sara spun back round and I turned my head. As I did so I looked in the big mirror behind the bar and I could see some of the people sat at the tables. One man was giving the thumbs-up sign, presumably to the barmaid.
“No,” I replied, “we heard that there is sometimes some entertainment here and we thought that we’d come and check it out but the place looks too small for that.”
“Have you heard of Doctor Who and his Tardis?” The barmaid asked.
“Wow, that takes me back.” I replied,
“Well through that ‘Private’ door is a room that is much bigger than this, and that’s where the entertainment is. What sort of entertainment were you looking for?”
“Well I know that the name of this place, Fetiche, is Spanish for Fetish, and my girl here enjoys revealing and bound experiences.”
“Well it sounds like you’ve come to the right place, my name’s Wendy by the way,”
“Dylan and Sara.”
“Well Sara, you’ve certainly got the body for a bit of rope work, and by the way you are dressed I’m guessing that you like showing a lot of skin, Have you done anything like this before?”
“Yes, I actually have,” Sara replied, “when we were on holiday a couple of years ago we went to a sex club and had an amazing time. Do you know that there are machines that will fuck you when you are standing up?”
Wendy smiled and replied,
“I do, we’ve got one here and it’s quite popular with the ladies.”
“I bet that it is,” I said.
“So would you like to try ours Sara?” Wendy asked.
I looked at Sara and saw a big grin on her face and I replied for Sara,
“Look at Sara’s face Wendy, what do you think her answer is?”
“You’ll enjoy yourself Sara.” Wendy answered, but we have some very accomplished rope workers here who make an excellent job of immobilising young ladies and putting their charms on display. Would you be happy for them to demonstrate their skill on you as a precursor to you enjoying the machine?”
I again looked at Sara’s face and got the same silent answer.
“She would.” I replied for her, then asked,
“Will there be an audience for all this, Sara really gets off on being seen?”
“Of course,” Wendy replied, “that’s half the fun isn’t it Sara?”
The still grinning Sara nodded her head.
“Shall we go through?” Wendy asked.
As Wendy came out from behind the bar, Sara eased herself off her stool and I noted that she didn’t pull the hem of her tight skirt back down over her pubis as we walked towards the ‘Private’ door.
It was a bit of a shock as we entered the room. It was much, much bigger than I expected, and there must have been around 50 people sat at tables around the sides of the room, and nearly all of them looked to be twenty something couples. What’s more, some of the girls looked to be naked. I could see more doors, and looking up, I saw ropes hanging down and running to pulleys attached to the walls.
In the middle we saw a naked, buxom girl in the process of getting roped. Her arms were tied at the elbows behind her back and ropes went around her torso, above and below her huge tits. In the middle and on the sides of her tits were ropes pulling the above and below tits ropes together, squashing her tits into 2 huge lumps that already showed signs of poor circulation.
I wondered if they were hurting her, and I was pleased that Sara’s tits weren’t really big enough for her to be tied like that.
“Is that the sort of thing that interests you Sara?” Wendy asked.
I wasn’t sure that Sara had heard Wendy, the expression on her face told me that she would be tingling all over and that her pussy would be dripping’ and probably remembering being tied-up on the stage at the sex club.
I put my hand between Sara’s legs, gave her the finger test, then held my hand up for Wendy to see.
“That would be a ‘yes’ then.” Wendy said with a grin on her face. Then she continued,
“I’ll sort it for Sara to be next Dylan, is that okay with you.?”
“Err yes, sure. I think that she’s too busy daydreaming at the moment. I’m sure that she can’t wait.”
Wendy walked over to the middle-aged guy who was roping the buxom blonde’s lower half.
I backed onto the nearest wall and pulled Sara’s back to me. My right hand went round her waist then down the front of her tight skirt to cup her pussy which felt like it was on fire, a very wet fire. I idly played with her clit as we both watched the guy use the ropes to give the blonde what looked like a painful wedgie.
Next, using some sort of remote control, the man lowered 2 ropes, about 2 metres apart, from the roof, attaching one to the blonde’s arms behind her back, and the other to one of her ankles.
Using the remote control, he retracted the 2 ropes individually until the blonde’s tied ankle was way above her head. I guessed that the other hanging rope was to support her and stop her from falling over...
Next the man slowly turned the blonde so that everyone in the room could see her very wet and spread pussy.
“There you are ladies and gentlemen, she’s all yours, enjoy her.”
Four men got to their feet and converged on the blonde as the middle-aged man turned, looked at Sara and me, then, with a grin on his face, he walked over to Sara and I.
“Hi,” the man said, “I’m Harry, Wendy tells me that this beautiful creature is interested in a bit of bondage.”
“Yes,” Sara replied.
“That’s right,” I replied, “It’s been a couple of years since Sara here was restrained like that blonde then spanked and used by numerous men. I’m Dylan and this is Sara by the way.”
“I’m sure that we can arrange a very pleasant evening for you Sara, that’s if you are serious about it.”
“I am.” Sara replied.
“She is,” I said, “and to prove it, Sara, strip naked and go and finger the blonde.”
Sara’s expression as she turned to look at me was of surprise, but that rapidly turned to a big grin as her hands went up, taking her top up with them. After handing the top to me, her hand went to her hips and pushed her skirt down until gravity took over.
Sara kicked her shoes off then squat and picked them and her skirt up. The now completely naked Sara handed them to me then turned and walked over to the blonde who was, judging by the moans that she was making, enjoying being fingered or fucked by the guys surrounding her.
“Attractive young lady that you’ve got there Dylan, it will be a real pleasure roping her.” Harry said.
“She’ll enjoy every second of it Harry.” I replied.
Harry and I watched Sara’s pert little bubbly butt sway as she walked, then disappeared in amongst the men surrounding the blonde.
“Wendy said that you have a standing fucking machine, and that Sara could use it later Harry.” I said.
“Did she now,” Harry replied, “has Sara used one before?”
I told Harry some of the relevant parts of our visit to the sex club, and was just about finished when Sara appeared from in amongst the group of men surrounding the blonde.
She walked back to us, again swaying her butt, and holding her shiny right hand up in the air.
“I had to wait until the guy who was fucking her had cum inside her.” Sara said as she held her wet fingers up in front of first Harry’s face, then mine.”
I opened my mouth and Sara put her fingers in it before turning her head and asking,
“So Harry, apart from the ropes and the fucking machine that I’m hoping to try later, what else goes on here?”
“You’re definitely not the cops, the council or the taxman are you?” Harry asked.
“Do you think that anyone of those would strip naked and do what Sara has just done?” I asked.
“Good point,” Harry replied, “Okay, every Friday and Saturday we put on entertainment. It ranges from what you can see, to demonstrations of girls using various machines, to spanking evenings, to mixed and girl vs. girl nude wrestling, to masturbation competitions, girls that is, with and without remote controlled vibrators, to Bukkake evenings, to free use evenings, to simple CMNF evenings and even gang-bang evenings. We sometimes get asked to go to private events for the girls to put on a show or just to flaunt their bodies. Those are paid events, the rest are just for fun.”
“Interesting,” I replied, “So how many girls come here Harry?”
“Most of the girls that you can see here take part in most of the events, but that number is slowly increasing all the time. Some girls even come here on their own. It seems that girls are starting to realises that there’s nothing wrong with them getting naked and enjoying themselves without having a husband or boyfriend.”
“I totally agree.” Sara replied. “Why should men have all the fun?”
“Quite.” I added as my hand that had been around Sara’s waist, slid down and squeezed one of her bare butt cheeks.
“So do you charge people to come into this room Harry?” I asked.
“Hell no, if we did the council would soon find out and try to shut us down. No, that door that you came through has an electronic lock that’s opened by a switch behind the bar. Wendy only presses the switch for regulars and people who she has vetted whilst getting them their drinks.”
“What’s this nude, mixed wrestling Harry?” Sara asked.
“Well, as the name implies, one male, one female, both totally naked and wrestling, that’s tomorrows entertainment actually. Strict rules of no deliberately hurting your opponent and the winner is the one who makes their opponent orgasm first by natural means.”
“So no vibrators or dildos?” I asked.
“No.” Harry replied.
“Is actual fucking allowed?” Sara asked.
“Yes.” Harry replied.
“What about STD’s” I asked.
“Everyone who does any actual fucking in here has to show me a negative test result before they start, or convince me that they haven’t had any stranger sex recently. Have either of you 2 had sex with anyone other than each other in the last couple of months?”
“I got fucked by my brother and Dylan’s brother 3 months ago, does that count?” Sara asked.
“No, you’re good to go Sara, but I can provide condoms if you want?”
“No, I’m good, I much prefer the natural feeling.” Sara replied as I squeezed her bare butt again.
“So do you want to go and fuck Mary, the blonde, Dylan?” Harry asked.
That caught me by surprise, but I quickly recovered and replied,
“I’ll give it a miss if you don’t mind Harry, I’m saving my load for Sara here later. Can I take a rain check?”
“Sure, no problem, you’ll have plenty of opportunities to dip your wick in most of the girls that you see here.” Harry replied.
“You can if you want Dylan.” Sara said, “I won’t mind.”
“No, I’ve been building up all day and I want to give it all to you later.” I replied.
“How romantic.” Harry said before turning his head to the ongoing entertainment.
Mary, the blonde, was just hanging there on her own and Harry said,
“It looks like Mary has been filled-up, I’ll go and release her. Do you want to come and help me Dylan, then you can help me rope Sara here?”
“It’ll be good practice Dylan.” Sara said.
I’d thought about tying, restraining Sara to the corners of our bed, or even to a tree out in the woods somewhere, then teasing her until she begs me to fuck her a few times. I’d discussed it with her and she was all for giving it a go, but we’d never go around to it.
Sara stayed at the side of the room watching as I helped Harry release Mary and I couldn’t help looking at all the cum leaking out of her pussy, and spread all over her face and hair.
“Have you got a new assistant Harry?” Mary asked.