Chapter 9 #3
Looking back at the male trio, Angie was about to ask her what she was talking about when she noticed Masters Devon and Carter were smiling broadly while staring at Kristen.
She thought there might be a story behind the men’s gazes, but Angie wasn’t sure what it was.
Master Carter suddenly winked at Kristen as Master Devon crooked his finger at his fiancée in command for her to come to him.
Kristen stood but seemed to remember she was watching Angie for Ian and paused.
Shelby eased her concern. “I’ll take care of Angie.
Go before you earn a spanking, although I’ll trade places with you if you want. ”
Shelby giggled when Kristen didn’t answer her and rushed to her Dom’s side, blushing furiously when Master Carter took her hand and kissed it.
Angie now knew there was a story between the three and vowed to ask her friend about it if she saw her later.
She was so wrapped up in what was going on with the trio that she didn’t realize Ian had approached her until he stood in front of her, blocking the view of the rest of the vast room.
He greeted the other subs by name as he held out his hand for her to take and helped her stand.
“Come along, Angel. We’ll walk around for a bit, and you can observe some of the scenes. Then maybe we can have one of our own.”
Angie felt warm, wet heat between her legs as she wondered what Ian would do for her first public scene. Although they’d reviewed her limit list, he hadn’t decided what would happen tonight, telling her he wanted to see her reactions first.
Ian started her tour at a spanking bench since she’d already gotten a taste of it earlier in the week.
In addition to bare-handed spanking, she was able to see a flogging, a paddling, and a cropping.
Moving on to other areas, they observed a male submissive shackled to the wall wearing nipple clamps, a substantial vibrating anal plug, and a cock ring.
His Domme was sucking on her sub’s cock yet denying the man an orgasm as punishment for an unknown infraction, and Angie almost felt sorry for the guy.
A scene involving a violet wand caught Angie’s attention, and after seeing it to the end, she asked Ian if she could modify her limit list. She hadn’t known what electric play entailed, and so she’d placed it in her hard-limit column, but now she wanted to try it sometime.
He told her he was pleased she kept an open mind and was willing to grow with her new knowledge.
They stopped at a station that was larger than the others because it was used for bullwhip scenes, giving the Doms the room they needed for a longer whip.
Currently, Master Jake was whipping a female sub while a male knelt nearby on the floor, awaiting his turn.
Ian explained that Jake had mastered the bullwhip over many years and was often asked by unattached subs to perform whipping scenes with them.
Other Doms would also request that Jake service their subs when they didn’t have the expertise to do it themselves.
Mistress China and Master Carl were also in high demand as Whip Masters, and the three tended to alternate Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights between them to give the others a chance to have nights off.
Each session with a sub was, on average, about fifteen minutes, and with several sessions scheduled per night, swinging a bullwhip for almost two hours straight was a strain on the upper arms and back.
The naked sub strapped to the St. Andrew’s cross was slipping into subspace, and Jake slowed his strikes, but the crack of the whip still could be heard over the club music.
Her back, buttocks, and upper thighs were covered in red slash marks, but none of the strikes had broken her skin.
Without warning, the moaning woman’s knees gave out, and Jake dropped the whip, rushing over to help her Dom release the woman from the restraints.
Her Dom wrapped her in a blanket, picked her up in his arms, and carried her to a nearby chaise lounge, followed by the Whip Master.
Laying her down gently on her stomach, the man pushed her hair away from her face and said something in her ear, making her nod, although her eyes never opened.
Jake monitored the exchange from beside them until he was satisfied the submissive was okay.
Leaving her to her Dom’s aftercare, he strode back to the station where the waiting sub was wiping down the cross with a citrus-scented cleanser so he could take his turn.
Angie watched Jake run a towel across his sweaty face and wondered why he didn’t remove his soaking wet T-shirt since she was sure he would be more comfortable. He had a muscular body, and she didn’t doubt he would make the subs drool if he went shirtless.
“He has some scars on his back, which he doesn’t let most people see,” Ian explained. “They aren’t as bad as he seems to think, but he’s still self-conscious about them.”
She didn’t realize she’d voiced her thoughts aloud. “Did he get them in combat like you did?”
Ian shook his head as another Dom and his male submissive approached to speak with him. “No, sweetheart, he got them when he was younger, and it’s his tale to tell you if he chooses. Excuse me for a minute.”
He pivoted and began to talk to the other two men while Angie watched Jake restrain the male submissive, who’d stripped his clothes off and stood there naked.
While the Dom started with a light flogging as a warm-up, Angie scanned the areas around her.
Nearby, she saw a man talking to Shelby, but it was obvious the woman didn’t want anything to do with him.
The blue-haired sub was about to walk away from him when the man reared back and, much to Angie’s horror, backhanded her across the face.