There was a man at the door – a huge black man who had shoulders that seemed three feet wide and no neck. He was a monster. Peter shook the man’s hand, which seemed the size of a baseball mitt, and they chatted briefly. Then the bouncer rapped twice on the timber door and it swung quietly open.
“Welcome to ‘Heaven’s Gate’,” the big man smiled, flashing perfect white teeth around a voice that sounded like the rumble of nearby thunder.
Renee was disappointed. The club was nothing like she had expected.
The downstairs area looked like a regular bar; there was a long timber counter on one side of the room, behind which were mirrored walls lined with shelves of alcohol. Serving at the counter were two young dark-haired women, wearing lingerie. On the opposite wall was a row of dark-timbered booths, where groups and couples sat chatting quietly. The lighting was all in the centre of the room – crystal chandeliers – so that the booths were dark and secluded.
To the right, winding its way up a level, was a wide staircase with wrought-iron balustrades. There were people drifting up and down the stairs, and Renee noticed one woman in particular who stood out from all the others. She was about Renee’s height, but her hair was coppery-red; a long mane of fiery color above a perfect Persian face. She had fine, delicate features, and she carried herself with rare elegant grace. The woman was wearing a full-length golden gown that clung provocatively to the swelling shape of her breasts and was cut high-up on one thigh so that every step revealed long tanned legs. Renee watched the woman for long seconds as she came down the stairs and then disappeared through a steel door at the far end of the bar.
Tink had noticed the woman too. She leaned close to Renee, clutching her hand. “That’s Desire,” Tink said in a conspiratorial whisper. “She belongs to the man who owns the club.”
Renee nodded, still staring at the closed door behind which the woman had disappeared. Then suddenly she felt Stefan’s arm around her waist, guiding her towards one of the booths. His touch broke the spell – and she smiled up into his handsome face warmly. “Thank you for making the effort to come here tonight,” she said. She brushed her hand lightly down the broad of his chest. “I appreciate it.”
They found a booth and ordered drinks from one of the lingerie waitresses. She smiled and winked at Peter, and then turned on her heel, wiggling her hips with every mesmerizing step that carried her back to the bar. Stefan and Peter admired the woman as she went. So too did Tink and Renee.
“Every woman here is beautiful,” Renee said, leaning across the table and speaking in a whisper.
Tink nodded seriously. “This is only part of the club,” she explained to Renee. “The staircase takes you up to the rooms.”
“The rooms?”
Tink nodded, but Peter intercepted her answer and explained instead. “There are several private rooms upstairs where members of the club can enjoy each other,” he said. “Anyone is welcome to use the rooms, or to join in the activities taking place – so long as they are respectful, and the activities completely consensual – then anything goes.”
Renee nodded, but then she shook her head. “I expected something much different,” she confessed. “I thought it would be a dingy kind of place with crosses and naked women, men in leather and lots of sex-play happening everywhere. But it’s a lot more elegant than I expected.”
Peter laughed. “Renee, the club is more a meeting place than an actual BDSM club you might imagine. It’s a place to connect – not Disneyland.”
Their drinks arrived, and the young woman was careful and deliberate in the way she leaned across the table to serve Stefan his drink, and ensure he had ample opportunity to look down the gaping front of her negligee. Stefan took his drink, smiled at the woman, and then raised his glass in a toast.
“To friendship,” he said simply. Everyone raised their glasses and clinked them together.
There was no music in the bar – just the soft murmur of voices from the other booths. In the stall behind them, Renee could hear a man talking to a woman who must have been his submissive. The man was instructing the woman to cross the room and approach a young blonde girl who had come into the club on her own a few minutes earlier. She was standing at the bar, her back turned to them, but Renee could tell the girl had a sensational figure. The man behind them wanted her – and he was making sure his submissive delivered the message correctly.
“Tell her to join me for a drink,” the man said. “Tell her to leave her panties at the bar.”
From the corner of her eye Renee saw the shape of a tall woman slide out from the booth and then saunter across the club’s polished timber floor towards the young girl at the bar. Renee turned her head to watch, fascinated. She saw the tall woman kiss the girl, and then they stood close together chatting intimately. Renee marveled at the openness of the women. Then suddenly there was a bustle of activity around the steel door at the end of the bar and her attention was drawn to the movement.
She turned in her seat and clutched for Stefan’s hand under the table.
A slim dark-haired girl was being led through the steel door into the bar area. The girl looked very young – perhaps only eighteen or nineteen. She was wearing just a pair of brief black lace panties, and high heels. She had firm, large breasts. Around the girl’s neck was a long silver chain, and she was being paraded around the club’s perimeter by the gorgeous woman Renee had seen on the staircase.
The young girl followed at the end of the chain, willing and smiling as the gathered members applauded politely. Desire led the girl twice around the room and then came to a halt in the middle of the floor. The girl shuffled forward until she was standing at the woman’s side.
“Welcome gentlemen,” the woman Tink had called Desire said in a loud clear voice. “Look what we have for your pleasure this evening.”
There was another round of applause and the chained girl seemed to blush. She smiled nervously, her eyes glittering with excitement.
“This is Mandy – and Mandy is our charity auction offer for the evening.” A man at a booth nearby stood up and applauded. Renee guessed him to be in his early forties. He was wearing a dark suit, and there was a woman about the same age sitting in the booth across from him. The man finished applauding and gave a sexy whistle.
“Mandy is nineteen years old, and new to BDSM,” Desire said, like a ringmaster working the audience. “And she is fresh! Very fresh and very, very sweet.” As if to prove the fact, Desire turned to the girl and muttered a few words. The girl spread her legs obediently and then Desire reached her hand deep inside the elastic of the girl’s panties and held it there for a few moments. Renee watched the young girl’s face. She saw the girl’s mouth fall open in a silent erotic moan, and then Desire slid her hand from the girl’s panties and sucked her fingers noisily into her mouth.
“Very, very sweet!” Desire said.
Again the crowd applauded enthusiastically. Renee glanced across the table. Tink’s eyes were glittering and she was smiling excitedly. Through the tight fabric of Tink’s dress, Renee could see the hard shape of her nipples and she realized Tink was aroused. Then, almost as an afterthought, she sensed the first signs of her own arousal as a tightness down low in her abdomen. She was still holding Stefan’s hand and she rested it high up on her thigh and parted her legs a little. Stefan and Renee exchanged quick glances, and then Renee edged her legs wider in invitation.
She heard Stefan mutter stiffly, but then a moment later his hand began to move under the counter-top. Slowly his palm traced its way up to the top of her leg and then slid between her parted thighs. Renee gasped, feeling the vibrations of his massaging fingers against the sheer fabric of her panties. She bit her lip, and it took all of her composure to keep her expression neutral while she turned back to the floor show as though nothing at all was happening.
In the middle of the room, Desire had the young girl down on her hands and knees. The girl was crawling around in circles, at the end of the chain, displaying hers
elf openly and willingly to the crowd. Desire leaned over and swatted the girl’s taut bottom through the sheer fabric of her panties. Over the sound of the audience, Desire announced, “What am I bid, gentlemen? How much am I offered to have young Mandy join you for the evening in a night of BDSM instruction and pleasure?”
The bids came in a sudden flurry, and then once the offer reached $3,000, they suddenly stalled, despite Desire’s best efforts to maintain the momentum. Then suddenly Peter stood up and said in a clear, strong voice, “$4,000!”
Tink clapped her hands and cheered her delight.
Desire, seeing a new bidder join the auction, turned to the other men who had been part of the auction. “Gentlemen?” she encouraged. “Any advance on $4,000?”
One by one the men passed. Peter won the girl for the evening and Tink hugged him fiercely and covered his face with kisses. “Oh, Master! Thank you!” she grinned.
Peter smiled. “She’s your collaring gift,” he said.
Desire brought the young girl to the booth and handed Peter the chain. “Congratulations,” Desire said softly. “I am sure you will enjoy her.” Peter handed the leash to Tink.
The girl knelt beside the table, and Peter reached out to absently run his hand across her breasts. The girl’s nipples hardened in response to his touch and she looked up with big green docile eyes. “You will come home with me and my sub tonight,” Peter said kindly. The girl nodded.
With the entertainment and auction completed, the crowd quickly returned to their conversations. Renee sat back in her seat and looked across at Tink. Stefan’s hand was still gently massaging the soft shape of her feminine mound, and she sensed her face was becoming flushed. It took all of her control to keep herself from moaning.
“I didn’t know you liked women, Tink,” Renee said.
Tink smiled. “I’ve always been bisexual,” she said openly. “But it’s only something I enjoy on special occasions. Up until now I hadn’t really had the opportunity to explore my own sexuality. It’s only been since I have been free of Larry Madden that I’ve had the time and opportunity to discover exactly what I like.”
Renee nodded. She had wondered if she herself was bisexual on many occasions. She wasn’t, but this new revelation about Tink merely added to her personality and character as far as Renee was concerned.
Renee reached for her drink and then flinched and froze suddenly. Stefan’s hand had slipped inside the elastic of her panties. She sat – perfectly still – and felt the tips of his fingers exploring the soft wet folds of her body. The sensation was so intense – so shockingly erotic – that she had to set her drink back down on the table in case she spilled it. She leaned back in the booth and tried to look calm and poised, while all the time beneath the table, Stefan’s fingers were driving her to distraction.
“There are no Mistresses with submissives here ….and no young men,” Renee announced in a strained tight voice a moment later. “Every man here looks like he’s at least in his thirties or older.”
Everyone but Peter turned their heads at once to look around the room.
“It’s the wrong night for Mistresses,” Peter said. “The club has two nights a week it reserves just for Masters and their submissives, and another two nights a week for Mistresses and their subs. Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights are when everyone is welcome.” He took a sip of his drink. “It wasn’t always that way, but it turns out that some of the town’s wealthiest businessmen lead double lives as submissives. They weren’t too willing to show themselves in mixed company.”
Renee leaned forward. The move forced herself harder against Stefan’s fingers and she bit her lip to stifle a soft moan. She had heard about the preferences of many wealthy and powerful men to be submissive, and she found the trait fascinating. She had read that many powerful men in the corporate world turned to submission in their private lives because it gave them a release from the daily demands and pressures of their high-profile corporate careers. She smiled at Peter. “Have you ever tried submission?”
Peter laughed, but the question had attracted Tink’s curious interest now too. She leaned closer, keen to learn more about the man who was her Master.
“I tried it once – for about five minutes,” Peter said to Renee. “I didn’t like it. Not at all. The woman I was with at the time was a ‘switch’ and she tried to dominate me. It didn’t work.” He swirled the ice in the bottom of his glass for a moment. “I think I’m too alpha, and too accustomed to being in control.”
Renee nodded. She wasn’t surprised.
“And as for the age of the men,” Peter continued, “Well, this is a serious BDSM club, Renee, despite the friendly appearance,” he explained. “And every man here is an experienced Master. You don’t get that experience in boys,” Peter said. “Up until a guy reaches thirty, he doesn’t even understand the difference between sex and erotica. He’s more interested in using a woman for his own sexual pleasure than he is concerned about her enjoyment or education, or training. No woman in their right mind would put themselves in the hands of some young guy who called himself a Master. It takes experience and that normally comes with age.”
Renee nodded. Then she glanced at the young girl kneeling at Peter’s feet. She was staring fixedly, and with a small shock she realized the girl had an unobstructed view under the counter-top. She was staring between Renee’s parted legs, and watching the way Stefan’s fingers were working skillfully inside her panties.
For a flashing moment Renee was shocked and embarrassed. And then she was shocked and aroused. And then she was aroused. She parted her legs a little wider, thrilled and made reckless and breathless by her arousal. She had never been so provocative or sexual in her life. The girl glanced up at her and Renee bit her lip and smiled dreamily.
Stefan seemed to notice the interplay between Renee and the girl Peter had bought for the evening. His eyes widened in realization and he pulled his hand from between Renee’s parted thighs quickly. His expression turned grimly to stone and he flashed Renee a dark glance. Then he reached across the table and shook Peter’s hand again. “Thank you for inviting us tonight, Peter. I think we will take a quick look around upstairs and then head home for the evening.”
He rose from the booth and Renee stood obediently. She was frowning but remained tight-lipped. Stefan clutched her by the hand and led her across the floor towards the staircase taking purposeful strides so that Renee was forced to totter precariously on her heels to keep pace with him. At the bottom of the stairs Stefan gipped her hand even more tightly and pulled her aside.
“Ten minutes,” Stefan said darkly. “Then we go home. Understand?”
Renee nodded. She was frustrated. Stefan’s fingers had driven her close to the brink of orgasm – and now his mood had changed completely. She considered defying him, such was her frustration and bewilderment, but she knew that to cause a scene in such a place would be the ruination of everything she was working towards. She lifted her chin and stared at him with a look that was hostile and inscrutable for an instant, but then she nodded with reluctant obedience and lowered her eyes quickly to the ground. “Yes,” she said.
The upstairs section of the club was divided into six rooms, three on either side of a long hallway. Each room was large, and there were no doors, so that as Renee and Stefan walked down the thickly carpeted hall they were given unobstructed views of the activities taking place within each room.
At the first opening on the left, Renee paused in the doorway and watched three young women arranged on their knees around a tall man who was standing in the middle of the room. The man was naked, his body darkly tanned. There were whorls of thick grey curly hair across his chest. The three women were all young and all wearing collars. They were arranged around him and taking turns to pleasure him with their mouths. As each girl took her turn, the other two kissed each other and their hands roamed freely across one another’s naked bodies. Renee leaned against the wall and watched with dark fascination. One of the wom
en caught a glimpse of her and turned, smiling. Renee waved uncertainly. The submissive girl winked to her and then turned back to the glistening hard shaft that was before her. She seemed to make a great display of her talented mouth, knowing Renee was watching in the background.
Beyond the final door on the right side of the corridor was a room with three wide wooden benches. They were made of rough unfinished timber, each one painted black and each one a squat, solid piece. Renee lingered in the doorway long enough to see that there was a woman on her hands and knees, chained on top of one of the benches. The woman’s skin was pale – almost the color of alabaster. There was a collar around her neck, and a chain leading to a bolt in the bench. There were cuffs around her wrists dangling more chains so that she was fastened into a kneeling position. Around her were two men. One of them was wearing a leather mask.
Fixed and fastened into place, the submissive girl was completely vulnerable and open to the men. One of them had his trousers opened and down around his thighs. He was behind the woman, with his hands on his hips, filling her with long deep strokes. The masked man was stroking himself, standing before the woman’s face. As Renee watched the girl opened her mouth obediently and the man thrust himself forward. Renee heard the woman moan, and the sound was like an erotic bell being chimed within Renee’s aroused mind. Renee stifled her own instinct to moan.
Renee heard Stefan inhale sharply. He was standing behind her, watching on. Renee licked her lips and turned round. “You used to treat me like that,” she said softly, careful to keep any hint of criticism from the tone of her words. “You used to force me to take you whenever you wanted. I never once told you how much that thrilled me – but it did.” She turned back to watch the woman servicing the two men with her body and she shuddered deliciously. “I envy her,” she said wistfully.
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