Two Player Games: (Corrupted 5-8)

by Klaire, Jamie

"Sub after-care?"

  "Oh yes, some scenes are very emotional. It is the Dom's responsibility to not only bring the Sub up to where they want you, but to also bring you safely back down, as well. Don't worry, all of this will be covered and explored in class. Come."

  I looked at Caleb with raised eyebrows as we followed our slave to another playroom. Caleb leaned in and whispered, "Did our house slave just say 'come?' I thought we were in charge of him?"

  I laughed at Caleb, breaking some of the tension. The next room we observed was even wilder. The Dom this time was female, and she had her male Sub crawling around on all fours with what looked to be a long whip shoved up his ass. He pranced around like a show pony, the tendrils of the whip moving around like a tail. I looked to our slave, who noted my expression and just whispered, "No?"

  I shook my head, no. He led us right back out of that one. I turned to Caleb, panicked and asked, "These are the beginner's playrooms?"

  Our slave heard me and corrected me, "These are the playrooms that they don't mind if beginners watch. Some more seasoned players like to have private rooms, others don't mind showing a kind of teaser of what could come at higher levels, if you are so inclined. Everyone's levels of play are their own. Don't worry, a lot of people only dabble in the lighter fare, never going higher, or deeper, if you prefer."

  I mentally reassured myself that if this was what S&M was like, I probably didn't have to worry about giving myself to Caleb tonight after all, I was pretty sure I would have no problem keeping my boundaries in place tonight. Then I started wondering what we would have to volunteer to do though, if we wanted to sign up for a beginner's class, to get Jessica all alone.

  "Don't worry, the night is young. The scenes change in each room fairly often. Around here we say they are like the weather, if you don't like what is happening anywhere, give it an hour and it will be a whole different story." Our slave said as he led us into another room. "Once I show you all the rooms you have access to, you can wander at will, with or without me. Just signal me if you need anything."

  We nodded and turned our attention to the center of the room. A male had a female bent over his knee, spanking her. Her ankles and wrists were bound with leather strips and she had a gag in her mouth. Caleb wiggled his eyebrows at me in a 'now this I could get behind' look. I just rolled my eyes at him. As we watched them though, I did feel my body start to respond. I had definitely enjoyed the times Caleb slapped my ass, bare or otherwise.

  We watched a while and then headed back into the common areas. As we got something to eat, a crowd started to gather in one of the far corners. We took our plates and followed the crowd to see what was happening. Our slave followed a bit behind.

  A naked woman was blindfolded and tied up to a pole in the corner. She had ropes around her waist and under her arm pits, her back against the pole. Her hands were tied behind her back, around the pole, forcing her breasts front and center, between the ropes. People were taking turns touching and squeezing her breasts, sometimes smacking them lightly. Fingers were also slid inside her as she was ordered to spread her legs wider.

  Her moans could be heard from where we stood. They weren't panicked, scared moans, they were definitely sounds of arousal. She was enjoying this quite a bit. I imagined being her, being naked and tied up, on display for the room to see. I imagined being blindfolded, not knowing who was touching me or what would be done to me next.

  My mind rebelled, anyone could touch her and she couldn't stop it. Anyone could slide a finger, or a toy, or a cock inside her, and she couldn't resist.

  With her vision blocked, surely her other senses were heightened. I thought of the time Caleb tied me to his bed, blindfolded. The not knowing was a large part of the turn on.

  I also thought of the last club we had gone to, where with cat lady's guidance I was tied at ankle and wrist, and practically hung from the ceiling, also blindfolded, as Caleb drove me out of my mind. I begged him by the end to give me release, and remembered wanting so desperately to be licked and taken by him, even though the words he said were what he promised not to do to me.

  There were only two differences I could see between her now and me then. One, she was naked, and I had been fully dressed. My skirt had been raised up around my waist, and at one point my breasts were released from my corset, but I still was mostly dressed.

  The second difference, the only other one I saw, was that I had said Caleb only, whereas she was open to anyone in the room.

  The thought of being her, now, gave me a quick shock of aroused adrenaline, but I didn't think I'd want everyone, anyone to be able to have access to me. But Caleb...

  The thought of being tied up again as Caleb did wondrous things to me, made me wet. With the dark room and the loud music, and Caleb's promise that he'd be the only one to touch me, I even liked the thought of everyone watching, just a little. As long as they couldn't touch.

  I'd stopped eating, my plate forgotten. I watched her as she came loudly, someone's mouth working between her legs, and someone else's mouth sucking on her nipple. She cried out as she came, the waves of pleasure making her pull and sag on her ropes as her body bucked.

  Maybe Caleb was right. Maybe I do want him to own and control me, but he was also right- I didn't want to be shared. Caleb chose that moment to whisper in my ear, making me jump. "You like that, don't you? I can smell your arousal from here. I can see you up there, tied up and begging. But I'd want it to be my mouth making you crazy, my cock you beg for, my touch making you lose all control."

  I swallowed hard, hating that he could read my mind, but loving it as well. For a moment I wished he would take my plate and pull me up there by my wrist. I wished just for a minute that he would take the choice from me and force me up there, in her position. Giving up control of my body, of my pleasure, to him made my insides glow white hot.

  I watched as someone untied her, and carried her off in their arms. Her eyes were glazed, pleasure not yet faded from them, as he took her for what I assumed was the after-care. I tried to shake off my thoughts, not meeting Caleb's eye.

  I noticed our slave watching us closely, with barely concealed interest. He was right, we were being watched, by him at least. I wondered if he was to report back, like cat lady had, getting us closer to Jessica.

  Chapter 29

  Just A Swingin'...

  He seemed to make an internal decision as he watched our reactions to what we had just seen. He came over to us, leaning in and whispering, "I think I have something you might enjoy. Please, follow me."

  He led us down a hall and into a room we hadn't seen before. He opened the door, but the lights were off so we couldn't see inside.

  "This room isn't normally for first timers, but I am going to make an exception. I have learned a lot since becoming a house slave here, one of the reasons they give me the new people is because I have a knack for knowing what they enjoy. I think I have just the thing for you."

  He flipped a switch and the lights came up. It wasn't overhead lights that came on, but more like lamps. Lamps with pink bulbs, which lit the room in a warm, flattering glow. They were spread around the room, bolted to the walls in intervals, but in pretty, ornate lanterns.

  Music came on as well, something discreet and not too loud, but with a sexy driving beat. The ambience was immediately warm and welcoming, but sexy at the same time. If they bottled that shit they'd make a load off of it, everyone from college kids to cat houses would pay for this atmosphere.

  Centered in the room was something we had seen once before, at the last club. It was a sex swing, bolted to the ceiling. Or at least a piece of it. It looked like someone had unhooked the carabineers that hold the back and leg straps, only leaving the butt strap, so it looked almost innocent, like a playground swing.

  Or guide pointed out where the other pieces were, and showed us how they each clip on quickly to the main ring, leaving the swing fully set up at the end of his demonstration. As we gaped at him, he also pointed us to a small cabin
et saying, "Alcohol really is forbidden. It lowers inhibitions that are very important in this kind of play. People go farther than they normally would if liquor is involved, which isn't anything anyone wants, but..."

  He opened the cabinet showing us where two highball glasses were, along with a half dozen small airplane bottles of liquor. "Six bottles poured into two glasses is a bit over two shots apiece. Just enough to grease the wheels, if you will. For relaxation only. Not enough to really push anyone over any ledges. Just enough to give those new to an idea a little push."

  I was still in shock from everything we had seen, and found myself not doing anything other than staring at him in some kind of daze. I looked to Caleb, he seemed dazed as well, but he was staring at the swing, instead of at our guide. Our guide noticed this, and the tiniest smile played around his lips. He nodded almost imperceptivity, seemingly satisfied that he had pegged us, or at least Caleb, correctly.

  He nodded again, this time toward the only other massively obvious feature in this room- the floor to ceiling, wall to wall mirror covering one entire wall of the room. "Sometimes there are people watching on the other side of it, sometimes there are not. You never know. I will leave you now, knock loud three times on the door we came in when you are ready to leave here. No one will bother you until you knock."

  He handed Caleb something small and foil wrapped, and with that, he let himself out, leaving Caleb and I alone, in a room with a two-way mirror and an assembled sex swing. And liquor. I went for the liquor.

  I poured all six bottles into the two glasses, and handed one to Caleb, who now looked at me instead of at the swing.

  "Don't even think about it." I said, looking at him over the edge of my glass, from which I was already taking deep draws.

  His smile was predatory as he met my gaze while downing his drink in one long gulp and placing it back down in the cabinet it came from.

  "Hey, what if I needed yours too?" I teased him, trying to lighten the suddenly heavy mood.

  "He was right, I want you relaxed, but not drunk."

  "For what, exactly? Because I have no plans to get anywhere near that thing." I pointed at the swing with my bent elbow as I drank some more.

  "I think you will, and you know what? I think you will like it."

  "Fuck off!"

  "That is the plan."

  "Caleb..."

  "I love hearing my name on your lips."

  He didn't take any steps toward me, but I felt the room closing in all the same.

  "Caleb..." I said again, this time almost pleading.

  "Imagine it. You all trussed up in that thing. Your legs spread wide, your hands bound. Totally open and completely at my mercy. Can you imagine anything hotter?"

  My breath caught at the image. I actually felt my nostrils flare. Heat coursed through me, but damn if I'd let him know that. "There's a two-way mirror, Caleb. Anyone could be watching us."

  "I know, isn't that hot?"

  "No! I like to watch, I admit that, OK? But not to be watched."

  "You had no problem with that when you were spread eagle, straps running floor to ceiling, as you begged me to finish you off."

  "I didn't beg!"

  "Think of the woman we just watched, tied to that post. Can you picture her face? Could you pick her out of a crowd walking down the street?"

  I thought about it, and answered honestly. "Probably not."

  "Exactly. No one will be able to pick you out of a line-up either. Your face is the last thing they will be watching. Until the moment you cum, anyway. Besides, there could be no one behind that glass at all."

  "I have a boyfriend." I was grasping at straws and I knew it.

  "No, you don't. I don't know why you are fighting this. I know you want it. Hell, you know you want it. And..."

  He stopped there. I probably wouldn't have heard him anyway, my mind had 'at Caleb's mercy' stuck on replay. It had been ages since he'd been inside me, the night at the other club had just been a tease. A tease I'd felt very damn guilty about, I tried to remind myself.

  My thoughts finally caught up with his words as I downed the last swallow of the only alcohol available to me. "And...what? What were you going to say?"

  "And, you are meant to be mine anyway. We will be together at the end of all of this. So, what will one more night of adventure between us really matter?"

  With that he did step toward me. Every sense quickened. I could smell him in the heartbeat before he kissed me, the scent of him making me drunker than any amount of liquor ever could. His kiss was searching, teasing. His mouth sent warm tingles flowing through me, following right behind the liquor, to warm me and mold me to his wants.

  "Roger..." One last protest fought its way free.

  "I meant it, go to Roger next weekend. Talk, figure things out however they are now, with me and his son in the picture. But give me tonight. I want to be branded into your thoughts when you see him. I never should have let you go, but I did, and I have to pay for that. But I'll make damn sure to give him some stiff competition."

  He cut off any reply by deepening the kiss. I couldn't fight him anymore, my body was tired of even trying. I desperately wanted everything he offered me, at least for tonight. I'd been confused about him since he kissed me in the parking lot of the last club, after so long without him. My dream just muddied my wants even more.

  I gave into him, melting and responding under his kiss. He felt the change, the walls coming down, and took full advantage. His moan grazed my ear when he realized he'd won, at least for tonight. His hands cupped my face and then buried in my hair, holding me tight as he kissed me.

  Caleb backed me up, step by step, kissing me until I felt the sex swing bump against my ass. It reminded me of where we were, pulling me from my lust fog. Caleb felt my resistance and pulled his mouth from mine to say in my ear, "Have I ever done anything like this with you that you haven't enjoyed immensely?"

  "We haven't done anything like this, at all."

  I felt his smile. "Think of it like the last club, being strapped to the ceiling. Except this time you don't even have to stand, so when I make you cum, screaming my name, and your body gives way, you can let it."

  "Oh god, Caleb," I said, a mixture of lust and fear surging through me.

  "Yes, exactly. Only you will be screaming it, again and again."

  I let him help me hop up, settling my backside onto the butt strap and leaning back into the back strap. My feet swung freely, and I felt silly, like a little kid. Caleb spread my thighs and fit himself between them, taking the time to kiss me into oblivion again. I felt my legs wrap around him, squeezing him tight as my resistance melted even more. It was kind of fun to recline like this, supported in the air while Caleb kissed me senseless.

  His hands found my wrists, peeling them from around his neck and raising them one by one, fastening them into the wrists straps that hung from the loop. He stepped back, out of the cradle of my thighs, and hooked a strap around each thigh, spreading my legs wide. I hung suspended and bound as he looked me over.

  His eyes were dark with need as he ran them over me. With the help of the mirror I could see what he saw- Princess Leia in a sex swing. My ornate bikini top still fastened tightly, the golden scroll work of my hip piece flashing against the black of the swing's strap, and the fabric strips hanging down freely. I sat on the one, and the other draped between my spread legs, teasingly hiding me from Caleb's gaze. For now.

  I felt sensations pulse through me as I looked at myself and Caleb in the huge mirror. It was highly arousing, seeing myself like this. Seeing the arousal not only in Caleb's eyes but also in the bulge of his pants. I remembered the mirror was two-way, anyone could be behind it, watching us. Our not-very-slave-like slave could be back there, or the other side of this mirror could be a wall we hadn't noticed in the main part of the club. Everyone who watched the other woman being tied to that pole could be watching us right now.

  Or no one. He could be lying, and this mirror could jus
t be a mirror, he could be telling us that to heighten our whatever, and testing the new kids to see how we handled this. I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that I needed to really get into this, to prove that we were worth taking a chance on so we could not only get into an intro to S&M class, but also be taught by Jessica, herself. I also knew, if I was being honest with myself, that right now had nothing to do with Jessica for me. No, right now had everything to do with Caleb and getting to be with him again.

  I had given in to the surrealness of this place, and had pushed real life and its consequences as far from my mind as I could, determined to give Caleb what he asked for, and to give myself what I desperately wanted- tonight. I knew there was no future for us, but tonight wasn't about the future. Tonight was about passion and excess and an erotic need for each other that had been denied too long.

  I watched as mirror Caleb came closer, and dropped a chaste kiss on my knee. My hips bucked in the swing at the feel of his lips on my skin. I turned my head to see the real Caleb, kissing his way slowly up my thigh, keeping eye contact with me, making me jump at each new kiss.

  "I like this already," he said, his predatory grin back in place. "You swinging freely, at my mercy."

  With that his kisses climbed higher, lingered longer, his tongue tasting me as he went. My head fell back as electricity shot through me at every touch. As he worked his way up my thigh, starting to nip at my sensitive skin, my body bucked of its own accord. My wrists tugged at the straps holding them tight, not trying to get out, but trying to use them as leverage to raise my hips closer to Caleb's mouth. My thighs jumped and pulled against their straps with every kiss, every yank doing nothing as the straps kept me firmly spread apart, open to anything Caleb wanted to do.

  I felt Caleb yank on the fabric hanging between my legs, pulling the fabric tight over my mound, the yank making the swing sway a little, toward Caleb. He didn't do what I expected, he didn't kiss me there. He jumped over it, skipping from my inner thigh to my stomach, his kisses aiming north.

  He kissed his way up my stomach, stopping to investigate the hook of the ornate bra, which fastened between my breasts. He figured it out quickly, unhooking it and spreading the bra apart, baring my breasts to him. He settled between my legs, his hardness pressing against me as he kissed and squeezed my nipples.