Chapter 7 #2
“There’s a submissive limit list in there, which I want you to complete later and return to me.
Check off which activities you enjoy, which ones you want to try, and which are hard limits you don't want to try. The starred activities at the end are extreme ones not permitted in the club.” He paused.
“Now, if learning to play in BDSM with me is what you truly want, then there are a few more requirements we need to go over so we can scene in the club.”
If last night and this morning were indications of the “play” he was referring to, then she was all for it. “Yes, Sir, that’s what I want.”
Obviously pleased with her answer and her easy use of the word ‘Sir,’ he continued. “You’ll need to have a complete physical, including blood work, with your gynecologist or one of our staff doctors and have them complete the form on the back of the rules. Are you on birth control?”
She nodded, not the least bit embarrassed about the important question. “Yes, I get the shot every three months because I find it easier than the pill. I also had my annual physical with my GYN a few weeks ago, so having her fill out the form won’t be a problem.”
“Good. Members need to have a physical every six months to maintain play privileges. Condoms are mandatory here at the club, but I always use them. My health clearance is on file here if you want to see it.” She shook her head.
“Okay, the next thing is, every potential member and guest has to go through a background check to ensure they’re not a threat to the safety and privacy of others. Is that going to be a problem for you?”
Angie bit her lip, and her eyes widened in alarm, causing Ian’s smile to disappear. “Um, well, let’s see, you already know about my addiction to Ben & Jerry’s, but there is one incident I was involved in that might be a problem.”
She couldn’t hold back her grin, and it became apparent she was teasing him. He let out a breath and shook his finger at her. “And what would that be, my little brat?”
“When my friend and I were twelve, we got kicked out of Girl Scout camp for sneaking over to the Boy Scout camp to spy on them while they were changing out of their bathing suits.”
He threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh. “Oh, you naughty little trollop.”
She tried to look innocent but didn’t think she was convincing him.
“What? We were curious after we heard two older girls talking about what boys’ wee-wees looked like.
They were thirteen and more experienced than us.
Unfortunately, we were caught before we could see anything good.
When I got home at the end of the week, my mom took me for my first GYN appointment, and my dad grounded me for a month. ”
“I get the feeling it wasn’t the first or last time you were grounded.” He laughed again and shook his head when she shot him a saucy grin. “You’re absolutely adorable. I bet you kept your parents on their toes.”
He gave her one of the two papers he was still holding and handed her a pen.
“Okay, these are the last things we need to go over. The first is a privacy contract stating that no cameras or recording equipment are allowed in the club. Cell phones must be placed on vibrate and carried in a pocket or purse. If anyone gets a call or text, they’re not allowed to take out their phones unless they’re here in the lobby or outside, and that includes the locker rooms.
“You cannot repeat to anyone who or what you see here in the club. Privacy and anonymity in BDSM are valued and expected. If you run into someone from the club in public, either pretend you know them from somewhere else or don’t acknowledge them at all.
It’s not considered rude to pretend you don’t know them, and you shouldn’t be offended if they do the same.
Read this over and sign at the bottom. It’s a binding contract with legal consequences if it’s violated. ”
Angie read over the paper, which was pretty much what he’d told her.
Turning around, she leaned over the coffee table in the seating area for something hard to write on while she signed it and heard Ian groan.
Looking over her shoulder, she saw he was staring at her ass.
Knowing the hem of her skirt was a scant inch away from showing what she was hiding underneath, she gave a seductive wiggle of her hips, making him growl this time.
He gave her a quick and stinging slap to her ass, making her yelp and him chuckle.
“You’re killing me, Angel. Keep it up, and I’ll be spanking your sweet ass sooner than you'd expect. I love bratty submissives as much as I love disciplining them.” An idea seemed to come to him, and she gave him a wary look as he grabbed his phone, sending out a quick text before putting it back into the pocket of his cargo pants.
“What was that about?”
Grinning, he shook his head. “Nothing for you to be worried about… yet.” He took the pen and contract she handed back to him, placing them on the reception desk.
“One of the submissives who works the desk will file this later. This last page is a general contract. We’ll go through it and sign it later.
For now, let’s get on with the tour, shall we? ”
He opened one of the double doors and gestured for her to precede him.
Angie’s jaw dropped in astonishment two steps over the threshold.
The currently empty club was gorgeous, and the décor from the lobby extended into the great space before them.
The huge ‘U’ shaped upper floor they were on overlooked the floor below.
There was a curved, dark wood bar along the base of the ‘U,’ or horseshoe, and at the other end, there was a small store and offices.
Down the sides of the balcony were numerous sitting areas against the walls and pub-style tables and chairs at the brass railing so people could observe what was happening on the first floor.
Across from the bar was an elegant grand staircase leading downward.
In the center, hanging from the ceiling above the first floor, were three large wrought iron chandeliers matching the wall sconces.
“Wow, Ian, this is beautiful. It’s something out of an old French castle or something.
I don’t know what I expected, but this wasn’t it. ”
“Thanks, I’m glad you like it.” He was clearly proud of the place.
“A lot of hard work went into making The Covenant the premier place to practice BDSM in the Tampa Bay area. Devon and I toured a few elite U.S. and European clubs with Mitch before deciding on the final plans. We found and consulted with designers who had experience in the lifestyle before we settled on this look. New members and guests tend to have the same reaction you did. The door next to the bar over there leads to staircases into the locker rooms below, and there are entrances downstairs too. Some people come straight from work or some other place, and this way, they can change into their club wear here. Come on, let me show you the pit.”
“The pit?’” she asked curiously.
He chuckled. “It’s what we call downstairs.”
“I would think you’d call it a dungeon.”
Looking at his watch, he picked up his pace and led her down the grand staircase. She was wondering what the hurry was.
“It was called the dungeon in the beginning, but members who like to watch from up above dubbed it the ‘pit’ not long after we opened, and the name stuck.”
They reached the bottom of the stairs, and he watched her face as she took in the large playing area with a mixture of awe, curiosity, and even a touch of eagerness.
All along the walls were individual scene stations, each blocked off with red velvet ropes and brass stands normally used at a theater.
Because of the square footage, they’d been able to put ten large roped-off areas on each side under the straightaways of the upstairs horseshoe.
The locker rooms were located under the stairs and bar.
Down two separate hallways on the far end of the pit, under the store, offices, and storage areas, were twelve suites and theme rooms for private play.
Inside the downstairs ‘U’ were numerous sitting areas.
Some of them had couches, wing-back chairs, and chaise lounges, while others consisted of small tables with matching chairs where conversations and/or sexual play could take place.
All the furniture was either leather or wood, which was easy to clean.
But the pièce de résistance of the club was the large St. Andrew’s cross atop a small two-foot-high stage in the center of the pit.
The seven-foot-tall medieval torture device was covered in black leather and had wrist and ankle restraints at the ends.
And it was where Ian was leading her to now.
“We use this for demos and commitment or collaring ceremonies like the one Kristen and Devon had a few months back. Step up on the stage, sweetheart.”
His voice dropped to that whiskey-laced tone she was starting to recognize as his Dom voice, and her eyes widened.
She only hesitated briefly before taking the two steps up and saw his gaze trail up and down her body.
“I love the knee-high leather boots. Those you can keep on. As for the sweater and skirt… undress to your bra and panties, Angel.”
“I-I thought we couldn’t play?” She was nervous and excited at the same time, and the statement came out as a question. Ian’s mouth turned into the evil grin he liked to give her—the one which made her body shudder and her pussy lips quiver with anticipation.
He crossed his arms over his chest and spread his legs shoulder-width apart. “Just because we won’t be playing or touching doesn’t mean I don’t get to see the pretty lingerie you have on. I’ve been fantasizing about it all day. Now, either undress or say your safeword.”