Chapter 3 – Althea #2
“The Dungeon is the main room where clothing is optional, and everything is done out in the open for everyone’s viewing pleasure. There are themed rooms and members-only private rooms upstairs as well,” Jessa says as she scans the room for what I assume is my next escort.
It’s like we’ve stepped into a completely different world.
One I am excited to explore. I don’t know what I expected.
The thought had crossed my mind that a place like this might smell of sex, latex, and baby oil.
The club Chloe and I had visited in Louisiana on spring break sure did.
But its owners weren’t as high profile as the Venattis.
The other club was more of what I would call a strip club with a side of BDSM.
It was cold as all hell, and the decor was outdated and dingy-looking.
It was something you would expect to find in a seventies porno movie, not a luxurious play space for kinks and fetishes to be discovered—and not without catching a heavy case of herpes afterward.
I shiver at the memory.
I thought Liam’s head was going to explode when he saw it. We took one look around and left laughing our asses off at some of the shit we saw. But this, The Mansion, is on a whole new level. It’s impressive.
This room smells of lavender, patchouli, and leather and has an inviting warmth to it. I would’ve thought the mixture of leather, wood, and velvet would be odd, but it actually fits well with the theme of the room.
“Stay right here. I’m going to go find your escort. Don’t move,” Jessa demanded. I gave a smile and nod, because I had no plans to move at the moment. Hell, I couldn’t if I tried. My feet feel like they’re rooted to the floor as I take in the scene playing out before me.
I remember Chloe telling me they offered scene instruction here. I hadn’t known tonight would be one of those nights.
I realize Jessa explicitly told me not to move, but I don’t think it’s a great idea to block the entrance doors either, I look for a quiet corner to move into where I can shield myself from the crowd that’s gathering and watch the show.
A man and woman step out from behind a curtain and take their places on the stage in front of the growing audience.
The Dom and his submissive are both gorgeous.
The woman is small, slender in the waist, but curvy where it counts.
She stands still while he removes her white satin robe, allowing it to fall to her feet.
She keeps her eyes on him the whole time.
Her blonde hair is pulled up into a high bun atop her head.
The Dom stands tall in front of her. His over six feet towering over her petite frame. His black jeans and matching button- down shirt with the sleeves rolled up are a dark contrast to her lacy bright pink bra and thong set.
They stand in the center of the stage sideways to the crowd but facing one another as he addresses the crowd, explaining how they will demonstrate the art of sensual Shabari and its arousing effects. The way they stare into each other’s eyes, you can see the love and trust shared between them.
Will I ever find that?
The crowd listens as he explains each cross of the rope and the signs to watch for in your partner’s face and body movement.
He starts at her wrists, tying them above her head to the top of a wooden cross.
Her legs are spread apart. She’s nearly on her toes as he continues to wrap her body in the bright red rope.
Her eyes follow his every move while her breath comes in pants the closer he gets to her breasts.
“The more restrained her body becomes, the more aroused Shiela is. She loves to give complete surrender and trusts me to know what is too tight or too loose,” the Dom announces.
“Her mind is caught between anxiety and lust. It’s a natural response to being bound and giving over control.
My job as her Dom is to recognize these signs and to speak soothingly, to reassure and praise her for giving me her trust.”
He continues to talk to the crowd, and I suddenly feel my own anxiety building.
The need to explore more of the club and the infinite pleasures it offers drives me to leave the room.
Jessa never returned with my escort, and I said I’d stay put, but I need to know what’s hidden within these walls.
What pleasures will I find behind the next set of doors?
I make my way around the edge of the room, not wanting to disturb anyone’s view, and slip out the doors and down the hall.
I feel a presence following behind me, but when I turn to see who it is, there’s no one there.
Choosing to ignore my instincts, I walk further down the hall, passing several dungeon masters and staff members along the way.
None of which stop me. They all seem to look past me, then at me, and carry on about their business.
Strange.
When I come into the next room, it’s quite different from the last. The music in here has a strong, pulsing beat.
Purple, red, and blue lights flash in time with the bass.
Along the far wall are full-length cubbies, like glass viewing boxes with people inside them.
Each glass room has something different happening inside.
Several people sit in chairs throughout the room. Some sit directly in front of one specific viewing room, while others—like me—stay back along the wall where I can see everything at once.
In one room, a man has a woman up against the wall, her short skirt pulled up over her hips as he kneels in front of her. He has one of her legs tossed over his far shoulder while his face is buried in her sex, allowing everyone in the room to watch as he devours her.
The next room is the one that holds my attention captive.
A shirtless man in a mask with black cargo pants has a naked woman kneeling before him and his back is to the crowd.
He holds a leather flogger in his right hand at his side.
The woman’s breathing is shallow, and her skin is tinted pink from the whip.
Her eyes are glassy, but her expression is one of euphoria.
I watch transfixed as the Dom whips her again and again with such power and grace. My own sex throbs with need. My nipples tighten and my thighs clench with each passing strike to her skin.
He brings her to a stand beside him, turning her to face the solid wall separating the viewing rooms. Her arms arm placed out wide at her sides, her legs follow the same, making her look like a starfish against the red wall.
The Dom turns to look out into the room, and our eyes meet.
My breath hitches. I’m locked in a trance.
He turns back to the woman in front of him and begins lashing her skin again. Each stroke has more force than the last. Soon he alternates, one hard lash followed by a slow, soothing stroke of the leather along her skin. Her breathing is ragged, and arousal flushes her skin.
Holy shit. I want that.
My body is on fire. My sex is soaked. I’ve never come from watching someone take a punishment, but damn if I’m not turned on enough I just fucking might.
The woman begins to wiggle her ass, begging and pleading with her Dom.
He flips the whip in his hand and begins fucking her furiously with the handle, and we all watch on as her climax rocks her body so hard, she screams. He continues to stroke her through the aftershocks until her body collapses toward the floor.
Whispering something in her ear, he gets a nod and a soft smile, then carries her as they head for the back door.
Before he leaves, he turns once more toward the crowd.
No, not the crowd. To me . He makes eye contact with me .
I can’t see his face behind the mask, but I’m almost certain he’s smirking at me from behind it.
He holds my stare for what feels like hours, then leaves the room with his sated submissive in his arms. And just like that, the spell between us is broken.
I shake my head and decide that’s my cue to call it a night.