I pressed on it and thought I had started another movie until the picture changed. It showed the large sitting room downstairs. I tried to turn it up, but there was no sound.
It changed to another room with a large black bed, which of course was being occupied. Then it went to another large room with several areas. One wall had three crosses, but only one was being used. I felt strange, just like I had every other time I had read or watched anything sexual that I enjoyed watching. Even more was the fact that watching the woman on the cross being hit with a crop made me wish I was there. I wanted to hear the sounds, the slapping sound it made when it hit her and her cries. I knew most people thought that sex should be private, but I thought it was beautiful. It didn’t matter if it was two people in missionary position, a threesome, or involved some pain. Seeing the interaction and responses perpetuating from each was seductive and alluring.
There were a couple couches, and some benches with subs tied over them. In the middle, there was a raised platform that had a man tied up in restraints attached to the ceiling spreading his arms and legs. A woman, it was Wonder Woman, was whipping him. I couldn’t look away. It was obvious this was not for play, he was being punished. Though she didn’t look turned on, several of the people around were. I saw a man quit watching and wrap his hand around a woman’s neck, pushing her up against the wall while getting hot and heavy. I wondered who the guy in restraints was. All I could see was his back. There were some tattoos, but from this angle and distance I could not tell. I began to look around to see when this was recorded when I saw Adam and Holly. They were dressed the same as they were earlier. I looked back at Diana and saw she, too, was in the same clothes. This was being recorded tonight if not now. I went to look harder, but the scene changed.
This one was of a small room with a doctor’s table. It wasn’t in use at the moment. Then it went to a room where there was a large desk. It was in use and from their clothes I guessed this would be for the people who have a secretary fantasy or maybe a teacher and student fantasy. The next room looked like a barn complete with hay. There were two men in cowboy hats, boots and nothing else. They were not doing anything but did look happy to see each other. The next few rooms were regular bedrooms with two or more people interacting.
The next two rooms caught my attention. The first one I could not wait to see. It was another huge room with a pool. In the four separate corners were hot tubs. There were also padded lounges laid out and couples were engaging in sex right beside people talking. It was the most open and free room I had seen so far and looked to be a load of fun. No one was openly staring, but no one was bothered either. Another plus was that no one was being punished or controlled in anyway. This room looked to be for pure fun and relaxation. The second room was a dungeon, and I hoped to never see this room. I didn’t even want to see it on this screen, even though I knew that there were different levels of this kind of activity. I was also told when I filled out the paperwork that there were certain areas of the club that involved more paperwork and certain qualifications that had to be met before being admitted. It also had more security guards standing by. They had security guards in every room of the club and patrolling around too, but this room had three to each one in the main rooms. After seeing this room I knew I would have to tell both my men that this room was a hard limit for me.
The view changed again, and it was the bar area of the lounge. I saw Mitch tending bar. He looked pissed off about something and was scrubbing down the bar hard. Working it off it seemed. It started back through the views I had seen before. I figured it was on a constant roll. The size of the room and activity determined how long the recording of each room lasted. The numbers at the bottom said 0013. Seeing that it was twelve thirteen a.m. I was guessing that this was live feed. It changed back to the large room. Diana was now standing in front of the man and most of the onlookers had moved on. I watched as Adam stepped up and helped release the man, whose back had dark red whip marks crisscrossing it from his restraints. He fell to his knees before he stood up. He said a few words to Adam then looked up to Diana. I watched as she stepped forward and kissed him. That must be her sub. Weird, I thought she said she liked girls. Then the view changed again. It seemed to go through the views pretty quickly. I learned to take in as much as quickly as I could. When it came back to the large room Diana was still kissing and now caressing her sub through his jeans. He was rocking his hips and pressing into her hand. As I watched he stepped back and grabbed her hand and turned to leave. The view changed, but not before I saw her sub’s face. It was Alex.
“Oh, God.”...No. No. Shit! I stood and started pacing. If he truly didn’t mean this as a punishment it certainly turned into one. So much for not wanting to do anything to turn me away. God, Mitch was going to be pissed to find out Alex left me here to go play with Diana. What if Alex was Diana’s sub? He certainly didn’t act like it earlier. Act? Was that all this was? No. I wouldn’t believe it. Doms did interact with other people at clubs. I knew that the freedom within relationships was a big part of the club. God, I knew this. I knew this growing up and incidentally—saw my mom kissing another man in front of my dad. Why would it hurt or shock me now? Adam asked for him to show me around. That was all. Adam didn’t mention Alex being more than an escort until I could find a Dom. Then because of my smart mouth I didn’t get to bring it up to Adam. Although Mitch did announce it at the bar, but then why would Alex keep an eye on me all these years? It felt like a big mistake, but I didn’t have enough information to tell which part of it was.
The screen caught my attention again. It had rolled around to the lounge area again. Alex and Diana had made their way back to the bar. Mitch smiled at Diana and shot a look at Alex as they sat down. The view changed again, and by the time it rolled around, Adam and Holly were with them and they were smiling and talking. Not much different than what you would see in a bar anywhere else. It rolled again and when it came back to the bar, Mitch was all that was left. I watched through the rest of the scenes and saw that Adam and Holly had gone to the Medical Room, but never saw Alex or Diana again. I watched through the next few rounds and when they still didn’t make an appearance, I made myself admit the truth.
Alex was Diana’s sub. She said she didn’t take on newbies, and Mitch did say that Alex liked to play with the whips. That was fine, but why could he not tell the truth upfront? Why a charade? Say ‘I am here for you, but I am already in a Dom/sub relationship’. Adam had no problem saying Holly was his first responsibility. The fact that he introduced me to her as his when he already belonged to her. That stung. The fact that Mitch and Adam knew showed it was common place here to “cheat” on your sub. Hmm, maybe that was not the right word. Lie to your sub? No, that was not right either.
I guess I was not good with sharing, but they were not either. Mitch had said that I was to either be with him or Alex and no one else. If I was theirs, then were they not mine? None of us should go to anyone else without the other’s consent. If Alex needed to be whipped, he could have told me. Respected me enough to tell me that he needed it, but since he left with Diana, I guess he needed more. It was not like he had sex with me, but if he belonged with her then was he getting punished for playing with me? Why would he, if he belonged to her? Did he owe Adam a favor? Did they expect me to give everything and give nothing of themselves in return? I shook my head. God, all these questions and for what? I wanted to be in the club to find out more about myself and see if this was something that fit me.
Me?
I didn’t even know who that was. Was I so busy searching for who I was that I readily fell in with anyone’s estimation of who they thought I was or what they thought I would be good at? Was I truly submissive or was it just the attention from two handsome virile men?
Hmm… no, I know I enjoyed giving over everything tonight. I didn’t know how much I truly wanted to give. I did know, though, after watching this video that they were asking too much from me. They should have talked to me and
been honest.
“Yeah right, I’m a sub. And a newbie. What input could I possibly have?” I glanced back at the TV to see it had made it back to the Doctor’s room and Adam had Holly naked on the table and looked ready to perform an exam unlike one I had ever received. I grabbed the remote and turned it off. I had seen more than enough. I made my way back to the bathroom put on my dress. Going without panties didn’t feel the same now. The fact that Alex had them in his pocket while going home with Wonder Woman made it even worse. Dirty.
“Spiced peaches my ass.” I grabbed my purse and left. It wasn’t until I made it out to my car that I realized I left without anyone sounding an alarm. Then again, I wasn’t a prisoner; I was only a sub and not even a wanted one at that. I couldn’t believe how quick I fell in line for the shit they were selling. And all of Alex’s talk of how strong a woman I was.
There was a small flyer under my window wiper, I grabbed it and threw it into my passenger seat and drove out of the parking lot. I decided I needed to make sure I had the space I wanted. That would mean a new hotel because the first place they would look, if they looked, would be this one. Adam knew where I was staying since he had come by and dropped off the papers here. I packed up quickly and used the TV to check out. I knew where I would be going as soon as I left. Once there, I spoke with the night manager and made sure that they would keep all information about me staying there private. I even used my middle name and paid in cash. Yes, I was going a little overboard, but I watched too many cop shows. I might as well put my knowledge to use. I went up to my new room and went right to bed.
I didn’t wake up until two p.m. the next day. It was Saturday, and I was going to see if I could find a few homes for sale by owners. I gave Becca a call, and she told me that she would be off work at seven. We made plans to meet at eight for a girls’ night.
I showered and put on my favorite jeans and snug tee. Grabbing my purse and a light jacket, I hit the door. By five o’clock I had seen three houses, and one I was seriously considering buying. I liked the small three bedroom house. I went to The Harbor for some ice cream while I debated the pros and cons. It seemed busy even for the weekend. There were lots of teens hanging out like I used to do on the weekends before that fateful night. I pushed those thoughts away when I heard my name being called. I turned and saw Mark walking toward me with a huge smile.
Besides Becca, Mark had been my best friend from the time he moved in next door when I was thirteen until I moved away. His parents, Benji and Caroline Williamson, had three kids; Mark, Joey, and Lisa. Mark had been fourteen, Joey eleven, and Lisa had been ten. Mark came over all the time to get away from their pestering. He was like a brother and my parents treated him as such. They would even go out and trust us to stay home alone together. He even snuck through my window to sleep in my bed when it stormed, and slept over after family vacations, his or mine, because he missed spending time with me. He was always protective of me and tried to teach me anything I didn’t know. This usually involved anything outdoors. He went camping with his dad a lot throughout the year so he taught me to set up a tent, build a fire, and filet fish. I helped him with schoolwork and taught him how to cook the basics as I learned. We were fifteen and sixteen when he wanted to be more than friends. Mark would get upset because I would always stop, never letting anything happen under our clothes. I was never ready to go further, and after I turned sixteen, we decided we were better as friends. We still hung out together, and Becca was there, too. We were three peas in a pod.
“Hey, Ari. It’s been a long time. How have you been?” he asked while picking me up and swinging me around in a tight hug.
“Mark.” I let out a surprised laugh. “It has been a long time. I’m good, how about you?” I stepped back and looked him over. He was cute in the boy-next-door kind of way. His blond hair was not as shaggy and looked darker, and his face a little fuller. He looked to have put on a little bit of weight, but since he had a skinny body in high school, I decided it was a good thing. He was still way too good-looking for his own good. And seeing him now made me realize that I missed him. Not him being my boyfriend, but my friend, the guy he was before we started dating. The one who came over and watched football games, went bowling with, always teamed with for paintball, and who smoked my ass in pool. The guy who did his best to teach me how to play video games, and who always had my back even after we broke up.
“I’m doing well. My dad told me he heard you moved back from Mr. James. Said you were looking to buy a house and were looking for a job?” I forgot that Adam knew Mark’s parents.
“Yes, I am. Actually I found a house today and have been doing interviews and have more next week.”
“Wow, you jumped right in. That’s great, Ari. There are a lot of people who missed you around here, not counting me.” He gave me his censored smile and rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. “I would love to get together sometime, anytime when you’re free. You know, catch up and all.” I could tell he really wanted to and thought the best way to keep it on the friend level was to make sure others were included.
“Actually, I’m meeting up with Becca tonight for a girls’ night, but you should come along. I miss you too, and we do need to catch up.”
“Oh, yeah, with Becca? Tonight? Sure, I can do that. I was going to hang with some of the guys, but I do that all the time. When and where?”
“Oh, heck bring the guys. The more the merrier. We are leaving her house at eight p.m. and haven’t decided on a place yet. Any suggestions?”
“We were all going to meet up at The Spur Lounge. Check with Becca and let me know. Here, give me your number.” He handed me his phone, and I used it to call my number so I had his, too. After another tight hug that lasted a little too long, while his hands rubbed up and down my back stopping on the top of my ass, I finished my window shopping.
I put on a new white flouncy one shoulder dress with a wide brown rope belt. I matched this with a pair of brown cowboy boots and went light with my makeup. From sultry slut, I mean sub, to flirty cowgirl in less than twenty-four hours. Yep, that was me, Miss Versatile.
I turned off the lights and drove to pick up Becca from her house, and we headed to The Spur. On the ride, Becca informed me that Mark was a basketball coach at the same school we had attended, and he had been doing that for a couple of years. She told me that he also taught health class, too. I could see him doing that. Since he was coaching here, there would be a lot of alumni backing him. I also noticed while she talked that she sounded as if she was proud of Mark too. I wondered about that, if they had ever dated after I left. Becca had informed me she was far from a saint when she attended college. Then she met Trevor. After they broke up she said she had no desire to date, but I think with the right shove, Mark and Becca could hit it off.
Our night at The Spur was fun. We ordered some appetizers, and Mark bought a round of shots to toast me being back home. Even though I only knew Mark and Becca, the other three guys joined in and welcomed me home. Two of the guys, Brian and Zack, had girlfriends. Jon wasn’t normally part of the group, but came along with Brian, and he was cute, but quiet, and single. I only had three shots to drink, and being the lightweight, was feeling buzzed. I danced with everyone in our group and a few who were not, threw darts, and had my ass handed to me in pool. Mark had come on strong at first, but finally backed off when I lied and said I was seeing someone. I still couldn’t see him as more than a friend, no matter how good-looking he was.
When we decided to call it a night, Mark casually offered to give Becca a ride since he was on that side of town. I told her to go for it when we said our goodbyes. To say she was a little surprised didn’t even touch it.
I was tired and glad the hotel had valet. I made it to my room and saw the bedside light on. I didn’t think anything of it. I turned right into the bathroom and removed my dress and makeup. Threw on a tank top that was on the counter and brushed my teeth.
I walked out of the bathroom and looked to the
bed and saw not one, but two men sitting there, and it scared the crap out of me. I did what any woman would do. I jumped a mile high and screamed.
“Shit! Shitshitshitshit! What were you thinking? You could have said hey, hello, bite my ass, anything instead of scaring me half to death!” I grabbed my chest and bent over trying to catch my breath.
“Funny, Aurora. You could have said bye, see you later, bite my ass, anything instead of scaring us half to death.” This came from Mitch who was sitting on my bed with his back against the headboard. His feet were crossed and his shoes were still on. If all was good between us I would have overlooked the fact that he had his shoes on my clean bed. It didn’t matter that his shoes looked fairly new and clean, it still pissed me off. I then realized that his tone was hard and rough. So different than the smooth one I heard from him last night. Alex was sitting in a chair by the bed but had stood and moved further into the room and away from me as soon as I entered. Mitch wore a seriously pissed off look on his face, but Alex’s face was blank, no emotion. God, I didn’t want to deal with them right now or ever. It was hard enough facing the truth without having to admit to them that I knew.
“Look guys, last night was fun, but I don’t think it’s what I was looking for. Thanks for...well thanks for letting me give it a shot.”
“Give it a shot? Give it a shot? Give what a shot? Dating? Are you done dating?” Mitch asked in the same rough tone.
“No. That’s...”
“Sex? Are you done with sex?”
“N...n...no.”
“Being a sub? Are you done with being a sub, Aurora?”
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