Epilogue - Lanie
One month later…
“Are you sure about this?”
My grip on Celia’s hand tightened as we walked into the lobby of Club Surrender. I’d never even thought about coming to a BDSM club until I met her, but I had to admit that hearing Celia talk about it had made me curious enough to check it out.
The last month together had gone incredibly well. Well enough that we were planning to move in together. I was spending every night at Celia’s anyway.
Amy couldn’t believe I was going to be living across the hall from her, but of course she was thrilled.
We both were. Despite their years as neighbors, John and Celia had never gotten to know each other beyond saying hello in the hallway, but now we’d hung out twice as couples, sharing dinner and playing cards.
It was nice. I’d worried that Amy and Celia wouldn’t like each other, but to my surprise they bonded immediately.
Living together had gone smoothly so far. I’d expected Celia to struggle more after so many years of living alone, but she was surprisingly adaptable, even when I wanted to add some color to her apartment.
The physical side of our relationship was going great too. We’d played around with a little light spanking and Celia tied me up once too, but this was the first time we were truly merging her old life with her new life.
“Hey!”
A beautiful blonde woman came over, dressed entirely in a shiny black fabric I couldn’t identify. She pulled Celia in for a quick hug before stepping back with a smile.
“Sorry, I know you hate hugging. I’m just happy to see you.”
“Lanie, this is my friend Lauren, she’s another domme here. Lauren, this is Lanie.”
Lauren grabbed my hand and gave it a firm shake. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”
I looked at Celia, but she just shrugged. I had no idea she’d been talking about me to other people. I was glad she had some friends besides the sharks at her law firm.
“Anyway, I have a session scheduled in a few minutes, but Kristina wanted me to invite you guys for dinner at our house on Friday night so we can get to know Lanie better. What do you say?”
Celia looked to me for confirmation before answering. “Sure, we’d love that.”
“Great, I’ll text you the details.” Lauren sent me another smile. “Have fun tonight, Lanie. Be safe.”
“Thank you.”
Club Surrender was nicer than I’d expected. It was tastefully decorated, and despite the fact that it was a sex and BDSM club, it felt warm and welcoming.
Celia walked me around the common area, which had a bar along one wall and rows of bench seating along another.
There was a dance floor in the center, ringed by some high top tables.
In the far corner was a stage, and as we walked closer I realized that a woman was tied to a spanking bench up there, totally naked other than her high-heeled shoes.
We stopped to watch as the leather-clad dominatrix flogged her with what Celia explained was a cat o’ nines.
The submissive was clearly enjoying what was happening, judging by the blissful look on her face.
“Do you want to see the rest?” Celia asked.
“Sure.”
She led me past some other public punishment areas and down a hallway where there were several private ‘playrooms’ for people to use for more intimate scenes.
“The monitors make sure that nothing unsafe happens,” she explained, nodding to a large butch woman standing at the end of the hallway, her arms crossed over her chest as she eyed the people coming and going with a watchful gaze. “The owner of the club takes safety very seriously.”
We walked up another hallway where there were three windows, each opening up into a room where couples were doing scenes.
We stopped in front of one of the windows, watching a domme tease a woman with a Magic Wand.
Celia wrapped her arms around me from behind, holding my back to her front as we watched the submissive chase her orgasm.
It was a beautiful sight, and arousing as hell.
I sucked in a breath. “I want to try that.”
“The Magic Wand?” Celia asked against my neck. “We can buy one.”
“The scene,” I clarified, “It’s… exciting.”
I hadn’t expected to get turned on watching someone else, and I really hadn’t expected the idea of people watching us to be something I would enjoy. But a new kink was unlocked I guess, because watching this scene was making me feel needy and hot.
Celia’s hand slid down my body and between my legs, and I heard her chuckle as her fingers touched the damp fabric of my panties. “Naughty girl.”
I groaned as she reached into my panties and without preamble, slid two fingers into my channel.
“Watch them,” she ordered.
I kept my eyes on the couple as Celia stroked and teased me until I was writhing in her arms, not caring that anyone could see us. The woman in the window shouted, and then she was orgasming for so long I was half surprised she didn’t black out.
“Let go,” Celia ordered softly, right before she clamped her teeth on my earlobe and bit down.
“Celia!” I gasped, shaking and shuddering my way towards an orgasm while she continued to push me on.
I opened my eyes and realized that the woman who’d just gotten off was facing us now, watching us through the window the same way I’d watched her.
And that was all it took for me to have my first public orgasm, coming so hard that when it was over, I sagged back against Celia to keep from dropping to the floor.
“See? All BDSM doesn’t have to be painful,” she said, satisfaction deep in her voice. “Now how about a drink?”
I shook my head. “How about I make you come now?”
“Later. There’s still so much for you to see.”
After exploring the rest of the club, we picked up some drinks at the bar and settled on a bench, watching the activity around us in between making out.
By the time we’d finished our drinks, I was completely aroused again, my pussy clenching on air.
But I was missing the quiet intimacy of the two of us being alone together.
“What do you think of Club Surrender?” Celia asked.
“I think this is fun but not something I want to do every night,” I said honestly.
“We can come as often or as little as you want,” she said seriously. “There’s only one person I want to torture now.”
I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. “Aw, you say the most romantic things.”
She turned her head to meet my eyes. “I love you, you know. You’re the best Christmas present I ever got,” she said, her voice serious.
“You are very lucky,” I teased. “But so am I. And I love you too. Now let’s go back to your place and watch something romantic.”
She gave me a huge smile. “I thought you’d never ask.”