Chapter Eleven #2
I was always taught that it’s rude to stare, so I try to pretend that I’m not, even though in my head I know it’s okay to look my fill.
Everything that happens here is entirely public; people are encouraged to watch.
For many of the participants this is an essential part of their kink; they crave the audience, and their ambition is to make voyeurs of us all.
I’m an easy win. I find everything fascinating.
My attention is caught by the breathy moans of a male submissive strapped to the St. Andrews cross while his diminutive domme lashes his chest and stomach with a leather flogger.
Every so often she lays it across his erect cock and his balls, which elicits guttural shouts, though whether of pleasure or pain I couldn’t honestly say. I doubt he could either.
“Would you fancy that, Faith? I could torment your nipples beautifully. Make them so hard and swollen you’d be begging me to stop.
Or not stop. Then I’d clamp them. Pretty little clamps I think, but tight enough to make it interesting.
With weights suspended. Or maybe a vibrator against your nips, once they’re really squeezed. ”
I cross my arms in front of my chest in an instinctive gesture of self-defence.
Ewan has only once clamped my nipples and I’m not convinced I liked it.
He assures me it’s an acquired taste, and that I am going to acquire it.
Perhaps that process will continue here, this evening.
I place my arms deliberately at my sides as I smile up at him.
“If you like, sir.”
He nods, his attention caught by a figure approaching us through the gloom. “Ah, a mutual friend, I think.”
I blink in surprise as Ewan greets David.
“You made it then? Great. How’s it going?” They shake hands, then David seizes Ewan in a strong hug. It’s clear these two are not merely acquaintances, or even a teacher and his ex-pupil. They are good friends. I want to shrink into the floor.
“Fine. Yourself? Still doing all that globe-trotting?” David releases Ewan with a beaming smile, clapping him on the back hard.
“Yes, some, but I have a good reason to try to stay at home a little more these days. I believe you know Charity.” He gestures me forward as David turns to fix that benign smile on me.
“Of course. It’s nice to see you again. And collared I see.” He returns his gaze to Ewan, one eyebrow raised. “Does this mean…?”
Ewan shakes his head. “No. I asked Charity to wear the collar to make sure other doms know the score. Our arrangement still stands though. If you’re up for it.”
Arrangement? I swivel my gaze between the two of them.
David beams at Ewan, then at me. “Of course, why would I not be? It’s really up to Charity though.
” He focuses his gaze on me, sharp now. “I seem to recall you were never especially keen to go beyond a spanking, though I have to say you took to that really well. You have a very pretty pink little bottom, given the right attention.”
My bum cheeks are not the only ones to go a deep shade of pink. I’m finding this whole conversation disconcerting to say the least. And what’s this talk of going beyond a spanking? Surely Ewan doesn’t mean for me to…?
“I think Charity regrets not having fucked you. Her courage failed her in the past. She’s less inhibited now.” It seems he does.
“I don’t… I mean…” What can I say that wouldn’t sound rude?
Or prissy? Or plain ridiculous, given my outfit.
Not to mention the fact that I’m at a fetish club and if it had not been for David’s arrival I would even now be allowing myself to be stripped, tied to a cross, and flogged. I abandon the attempt.
“I asked David to meet us here because I thought you might like to finish what you started. Or perhaps that should be, build on what you started. But I have my own reasons too. I want to play with you, with another dom taking part as well. I know you trusted David in the past, so I thought if you were going to agree to play this scene, it would need to be with someone you could feel comfortable with.”
Comfortable? I can think of a lot of words to describe how I’m feeling at this moment, and comfortable is not among them.
“Two doms? For heaven’s sake, how would that work? It’s all I can do to manage one.”
I’m so stunned at the prospect, my usual filter slips and I blurt out what’s uppermost in my mind. Both men seem to find my outburst amusing.
“I’m guessing you haven’t discussed this with her then?”
“Not yet. I thought you could help me persuade her.”
“You always did push your subs hard, despite my lessons in restraint.”
Ewan grins as he loops an arm across my shoulders.
“I always took your lessons in restraint to heart, David. Charity can testify to that. This evening though, this evening could be about letting go of restraint, and doing something wicked and wonderful. Would you like to think about that for a while, love? Let’s go to the bar and talk this over. ”
“I, I suppose so.” I find it difficult to say no to Ewan at any time, and thinking can’t do any harm.
I choose not to acknowledge—yet—the little whisper of an idea just nibbling its way around the edges of my shocked consciousness, the quiet murmur which is saying ‘maybe.’ And perhaps a little louder, ‘why not?’
* * *
“We could take it in turns to spank you. I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I nod. Ewan is right. I would like that. Very much. I remember David had a much softer touch than Ewan; the contrast would be exciting.
“Would I need to undress?”
Ewan nods. “A naked sub, with two fully dressed doms. Adds a certain edgy quality, I’d say.”
He’s right about that. My pussy is clenching and soaking my minuscule thong. I’ll be glad to be rid of that, in truth. “Very well. Is that it? Just spanking?”
“You sound disappointed.” This is from David, just returning from the bar with a jug of iced water and three glasses.
He pours us each a drink. As he hands me mine, he winks at me.
“I know you were aroused by the spankings I gave you, but I never got to see you come. I’d like to, if you’ll agree to that. ”
“I… How would you like to do that? I mean, would Ewan touch me and you watch? There, in the play room?” I can’t believe I’m actually having this conversation.
Ewan answers for both of them. “Some of the time. And sometimes David would touch you and I’d be watching, or maybe I’d join in. You could have a cock in your pussy, and one in your mouth.”
“Oh. Oh, right.” The image is powerful. And intense. And very, very tempting.
“Or, if you want to push your boundaries still further, how about a cock in your pussy, and one in your arse?”
I gape at him, wide-eyed. “At the same time?”
“Of course.”
“Which of you…? “ I fall silent, not sure just how to frame the question. Or even whether it matters.
“I’m your dom. Your arse is mine.” Ewan’s voice is quiet, but shot through with that edge of determination that will brook no argument.
I look from one handsome face to the other.
David is an older, maybe somewhat more worldly-wise version of Ewan.
Certainly he’s more experienced and he has mentored Ewan in the past. I know I can trust Ewan, and he learned his craft from David.
Even without my own prior acquaintance with this gentle, intuitive dom, I have no qualms about my safety. It’s just, can I do this?
It’s clear that neither Ewan nor David sees any physical problem. I can’t even start to imagine the technicalities, but I have no doubt they know how to achieve this. I have only to relax, follow directions, and trust them. In return, they’ll treat me to the experience of a lifetime.
I really expected to take more persuading than this.
I take a sip of my iced water. The cool liquid slips down my throat as I look first at David, then at Ewan.
My dom’s eyes are warm, his expression calm and caring. If I say no, he’ll accept that, there will be no attempt to convince me, no further cajoling, certainly no threats. My consent has to be freely given, neither dom will accept less. I make up my mind.
“Okay. Let’s do it. I have no idea how it’s going to work, I expect you two do. I’ll do as you tell me, but I need to know you’ll stop if it’s too much. Or at least that you’ll slow down.”
“We’ll go at your pace. One of us will be monitoring how you’re doing the whole time.” David’s smile is gentle; again, no pressure. Just care and concern. Despite what I just agreed to, I don’t feel used. I feel cherished.
“Where would we be? Not in public?” Please.
Ewan shakes his head quickly. “No. A private room. A place where we can take our time, relax, enjoy ourselves. And pay you the attention you deserve. I reserved a suite.”
“You were pretty certain I was going to agree then?”
He rocks his hand to signify ‘maybe.’ “I hoped you would. I didn’t mention it before because I knew you felt awkward about seeing David again, and that would have gotten in the way, clouded the issues for you. Now, here, it seems clearer. Simpler. Yes?”
I nod. “Yes. Thank you, sir.”
Ewan pulls me close and kisses me on the mouth. He releases me, his grin all sexy dimples now. “Shall we go up?