Chapter Five #2
“Ah,” Master Coop chuckled. “You’ve noticed how all the women drool over our Club Master.
” He shrugged. “Believe me, they’ve been in the lifestyle long enough to know when they’re being played.
The submissives might end up with a couple of restrictions once we land that would definitely not be the kind of attention they’re seeking from Master R, or Master A for that matter. ”
“Why him, too?”
“They’re the only two who are still single and unattached of the five CDS owners. Many women have been waiting for this club to open, since the other three Masters all met their wives on CDS maiden flights, and they believe it’ll happen with the final two as well.”
“Well, good luck to them.”
Master Coop’s gaze sharpened on her. “Do you know something I don’t?”
“Meaning?” Xia’s polishing of the wineglass intensified.
“You don’t seem to think Master R is going to have the same luck.”
“Oh, I have no doubt he’s going to have the same luck... it all depends on whether he sees what’s under his nose or whether he’s looking for Miss Perfect.”
“Hmm, very cryptic response, sub.” Master Coop smiled as a loud shriek sounded from the dungeon. “Have you been on the dungeon tour?”
“Not yet. I had to prepare the pre-boarding drinks.”
“Come, I’ll take you. Then you can witness firsthand how Master R hands out punishment for a manipulative sub.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Just in case you have aspirations of your own.”
“I have no such aspirations,” she mumbled, annoyed that she had given herself away.
Master Coop was clearly a powerful Dominant himself and saw past her fiddling and lowered lashes.
“I’m an employee, in case you forgot, and I’ve heard that the CDS Masters have a very strict policy against involvement with inflight staff. ”
“Also true.” Grasping her elbow, he started off toward the dungeon. “Come, you can’t be a sub whisperer until you’ve seen the entirety of Louisiana Club Decadent Skies.”
“Thanks for the tour, Master Coop,” Xia said with excitement coursing through her. “I’ve been very curious about the rest of the plane.”
“Just remember, Xia. Master R’s private suite is off-limits. Even to inflight staff.”
“Noted, Sir.”
Walking through the customized Airbus, Xia marveled at its ingenious design.
The main level housed the well-equipped galley where the staff prepared gourmet meals and refreshments throughout the flight.
The heart of the aircraft was the expansive Sky Dungeon, featuring state-of-the-art equipment crafted from aviation-grade aluminum for both safety and weight considerations.
The plane’s front section cleverly utilized three distinct levels.
Adjacent to the dungeon, the elegant bar and entertainment area provided a sophisticated social space.
A curved staircase led to the second level, where luxurious convertible seats offered comfortable resting areas that transformed into full beds.
This level was used for takeoff, landing, or simply relaxing between scenes.
The exclusive top level housed several private playrooms, along with Rex’s restricted personal office suite, which was off-limits to everyone except by specific invitation.
The members’ attire reflected the club’s distinctive character.
Women adorned themselves in high-end lingerie or expertly crafted leather harnesses that accentuated rather than concealed, while others embraced complete nudity.
The men’s fashion choices ranged from impeccably tailored black suits to leather pants paired with vests, some opting for designer jeans and silk shirts.
Each outfit reflected the delicate balance between refinement and sensual freedom.
Since it was a masked event, everyone either wore full face masks while others wore delicate lace masks.
Xia’s smile widened as she absorbed the remarkable fusion of luxury and erotic energy.
As a legally registered establishment, CDS maintained strict protocols.
Every individual on board had executed non-disclosure agreements, and both members and staff underwent thorough training in safety procedures and FAA regulations.
The aircraft’s sophisticated engineering maintained optimal cabin pressure, a crucial feature given the nature of activities that took place in the dungeon.
“Welcome to the Sky Dungeon, Xia,” Master Coop announced with evident pride as he swung open the carved cabin door.
“Oh, my. This is... wondrous,” she whispered, her eyes taking in the extraordinary space before her.
The Sky Dungeon stretched before them, its space masterfully designed to maximize both functionality and aesthetic appeal.
The main area was dominated by black aluminum-framed equipment, each piece strategically positioned to allow adequate space for scenes while maintaining the intimate atmosphere.
Along the left wall, St. Andrew’s crosses stood in a row, their sleek black frames accented with deep purple padding.
Each cross was equipped with adjustable restraints and surrounded by recessed spotlights in the ceiling that would illuminate automatically when activated.
An unexpected vision of her strapped against that padding with Master R caressing her naked curves flashed through her mind. Her nipples hardened instantly.
Behave, girls, remember we’re here to work.
‘More so the pity,’ her subconscious wailed.
She forced herself to concentrate on Master Coop as he showed her around, but no matter how hard she tried, every piece of equipment brought a vision of her submitting to the mastery of Rex Oliver.
The center space featured the whipping poles, their sturdy frames extending from floor to ceiling, with various attachment points for restraints. Between them, suspended chains with leather cuffs hung at intervals, their polished metal gleaming softly in the dim light.
Professional-grade spanking benches occupied the right side, their ergonomic design evident in the curved padding and multiple adjustment points, all upholstered in the signature deep purple leather.
Nearby stood suspension frames. Xia was surprised at how elegant, yet functional the black aluminum structures appeared to be.
In one corner, in a visual, artistic statement, stood a tall, human-sized bird cage with its baroque-style gilded frame creating a striking contrast against the modern equipment.
“It’s very pretty, but it’s the one place I wouldn’t want to spend any time in,” she said as she traced the intricate metalwork of the cage door. “No matter how comfy it looks.” The base was fitted with attachment points and a plush cushion in deep purple.
“Then I suggest you curb the brat inside when you do have playtime.”
“Do we get playtime during the flight as well?”
“Of course. You work three-hour shifts with an hour break, at which time you can either rest or indulge in a scene, but only with club Doms or members. Never approach one of the Masters. This is a ten-hour flight, so you get two to three breaks. There is one exception. If a member specifically requests a scene with you, they have to approach me as the Club Manager, and I’ll decide whether to grant permission. ”
“Well, that’s a pleasant surprise. I thought we could only play once we’re at the resort.”
She blinked as she studied the impressive lighting design.
The main space maintained a sensual dimness, but motion sensors activated focused spotlights whenever someone approached any piece of equipment.
These lights were carefully positioned to illuminate faces and bodies without being harsh or glaring, allowing Dominants to maintain clear visual contact with their submissives during scenes.
Small stations were discreetly positioned throughout the cabin, each containing sanitizing supplies, condoms, fresh towels, and emergency safety equipment. The walls featured recessed hooks and shelves for implements and toys, their contents neatly arranged and easily accessible.
“I can’t believe we’re thirty thousand feet in the air.
This is amazing,” she breathed in awe as the tour finished.
The overall effect was one of sophisticated debauchery, offering a perfect balance between a professional BDSM dungeon and a high-end private club, all while maintaining the necessary safety standards for air travel.
“We don’t just ensure flight safety standards.
We’re also extremely strict on sex protocol.
No sex is allowed without protection. Not ever.
Condoms are freely accessible all over the dungeon and in the private rooms, as well as at the resorts we visit.
Doms would never have sex without using one nor would they ask a sub if she was willing to go bare. It’s not allowed—period.”
“What if the scene is so intense and unchecked that the Dom forgets or is too eager?”
Cooper chuckled. “All the dominant members are screened extremely carefully. We don’t just check personal backgrounds; we dig deep into their BDSM background and adherence to protocol.
Believe me, subbie. No CDS member will ever ‘forget’ to wear a condom, even during an intense and eager scene.
If they do, they’re immediately banned and lose the annual fee they paid. ”
“So, even if a sub doesn’t notice, he’d be the responsible one to take precaution, no matter the scene.”
“Exactly.” His smile widened as he continued, “And this is how our Club Master handles a sub’s attempt to manipulate him.
” Master Coop stopped at a whipping post surrounded by mesmerized onlookers.
The familiar swish of a leather flogger moments before the ends cracked against skin broke through their murmured conversations.
“Fuuck! I’m sorry, Master R. Please! No more.” The shrill scream echoed through the cabin.
Xia pushed through to reach the front—and her world promptly tilted on its axis. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes locked onto the most magnificent specimen of masculinity she’d ever encountered. Rex Oliver commanded the space with raw, primal energy, weakening her knees as she watched.
He stood with his legs planted firmly apart, his powerful presence amplified by his height and broad frame.
His tailored jacket had been discarded, and the white dress shirt hung open, revealing a torso that belonged to a sculptor’s masterpiece.
A light sheen of sweat enhanced the defined muscles of his chest and abs, making them glisten under the spotlights.
That tantalizing male V-line disappeared into perfectly fitted suit pants, leaving just enough to the imagination to be torturous.
“Oh, sweet heaven... he’s absolutely fuckinglicious,” she murmured.
“What was that, sub?”
Xia blinked, not having realized she had uttered the words out loud. “Er... just noticing how red her ass already is, Master Coop.”
“Master R takes punishment very seriously.”
He sure did, since his bald head gleamed slightly with exertion, and his meticulously groomed beard framed features that suddenly seemed carved from granite with a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and eyes that burned with controlled intensity.
Every movement he made was deliberate, powerful, and somehow elegant despite its raw sexuality.
Xia found herself among the other women watching as if entranced with her breath quickening and pupils dilating.
Her mouth had gone dry, and she unconsciously licked her lips as she tugged at the collar of her white shirt.
The temperature in the cabin seemed to have risen several degrees.
She couldn’t tear her gaze away from this magnificent beast of a man who radiated pure, dominant energy.
Fucking hell. No wonder they all want to be punished by him. What I wouldn’t give to lick those drops of sweat from every inch of that six-pack!