It turns out that we didn’t walk far at all. We headed to an unmarked door at the back of the ordinary looking building. I held my comments because I had told Tommy that I had been here before. It was just another lie I had to keep track of.
I heard a soft buzzing sound as the door opened and within moments of entering, a burly man greeted us. Even the expensive three-piece suit couldn’t mask the fact that this man had serious brawn.
“Good evening, Mr. Eriksen. And this is your lovely guest, Ms. Campbell? Sasha will be in shortly to get you settled in. Ms. Campbell, please allow me to take your jacket.”
I reluctantly handed over my jacket to the man. He didn’t even look twice at my bared breasts. Tommy wrapped his arm around my shoulder as the man stepped away with my jacket.
I felt so exposed and vulnerable. “You gave them my name?”
Tommy was clearly enjoying himself. “Don’t worry, their business depends on them being discreet.”
“Right, but what about you? What if someone recognized you or something? Couldn’t it get out in the media or something?” I had a feeling that he didn’t care about that. It certainly wouldn’t persuade him to give up this crazy idea.
Tommy laughed. “A sex club is not going to ruin my reputation. After all, the public already thinks I’m either a prison escapee or a kinky pervert, all thanks to you.”
I cringed. “I guess you saw that…”
He didn’t seem too upset by it. “Yeah. I got an earful from my manager and then another one from the image consultant. That was fun.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You have an image consultant?”
Tommy shrugged like it was no big deal. “Yeah. She picks out some clothes for me that I’m supposed to wear during appearances and stuff. She definitely didn’t like the wrinkled shirt I wore on the morning show last week and she hated the handcuffs.”
Just then, a petite woman approached us. “Hello, lovelies. I’m Sasha, if you’ll just follow me, I’ll have you all ready in no time.”
I trailed the woman who was skimpily covered in tiny swatches of black and red lace. She looked like sex on heels as she swayed her ass in front of us. I was instantly jealous. I certainly didn’t want Tommy looking at her. I wondered uneasily how many other women I would be competing with tonight.
We stopped at a small side table that had some papers on it. Sasha placed a pen on the table. “Please sign the release forms. Sanctuary’s rules are all very standard, but please familiarize yourself with them because we take the safety and comfort of our guests very seriously.”
I looked at the stack of papers that resembled a legal contract. I didn’t know anything about sex clubs, so reading the rules might give me some small insight. I started nervously skimming over the first page.
Tommy took the pen and signed his pile of papers. “We’ve both been guests here before, so we’re familiar with the rules. Right, Livvy?”
I reluctantly took the pen that Tommy offered. “Oh right.” I leaned down and signed my name as my heart thudded dully in my chest.
Sasha smiled. “Very good. Follow me and I’ll bring you to your room. Your scene will be closely monitored, so please remember to follow all the rules.”
Our room? Our scene? What did it all mean? My palms were growing sweaty, yet I didn’t have enough clothes on to even wipe them anywhere. The queasy feeling in my stomach seemed to kick up a bit.
I followed Sasha down the dimly lit hall, staring at her wiggling ass the whole time. We passed by closed doors on either side and headed straight to the end of the hall, where ornately trimmed double doors beckoned us to God only knows what.
My heart was pounding furiously as Sasha swung open the doors. Adrenaline coursed through my system as I glimpsed what was behind those doors. Sex. Men. Women. Various states of undress. Bondage. Whipping. Writhing bodies.
I vaguely heard Sasha as I stared wide-eyed all around me. “You are assigned to Room #3, right over there. And of course, you may make use of the common room at any time you wish. Feel free to mingle or go straight to your room. If you need any assistance, the monitors are all wearing red armbands. Enjoy!”
My eyes were transfixed on a couple in the middle of the room. The woman was doubled over, her wrists fastened to her ankles which were cuffed to a spreader bar. The man behind her was penetrating her with something, a dildo, a vibrator or who knew what. Whatever it was, the woman was clearly enjoying it. Maybe that was what Tommy was going to me. I was surprised when I felt the throb of desire deep at my core. The thought of it turned me on.
Tommy leaned down to my ear. “When was the last time you came here, anyway?”
I tried to shake off my stunned expression and look casual. “It’s been years, I’m a little out of practice.”
Tommy chuckled. “It’ll all come back to you quickly, I’m sure.”
I just nodded as I watched a woman whose wrists were shackled behind her back sucking the cock of a man with long dark hair and a goatee. I shifted uncomfortably as my pussy began to ache.
“Does it look the same?” he asked.
I tore my eyes away and looked at him. “Uh, yeah. Pretty much.”
Tommy grabbed my hand and tucked my fingers into his. “Well, let’s go make use of our private room. It cost me a small fortune, so we should get the most out of it that we can.”
I let Tommy lead me through the large open room. I couldn’t help but gawk at the scenes all around us. A woman taking two men at once. A man leading a nude woman around by leash. Sex everywhere I looked. At least Tommy had said that our room was private. Whatever the hell it actually involved was a whole other matter.
We walked by Room #1. There was a viewing window, which allowed people to look inside. I held my breath and peered inside as we passed by. A completely nude woman was lying on a steel table, her feet foisted into stirrups. The room looked like a doctor’s office, only the medical equipment looked quite kinky. A man with a bare chest and black leather pants was holding a shiny metallic instrument of some sort. I shivered as we walked by the window. Is that what we were going to be doing?
Not able to stop myself, I glanced into the window of Room #2. It was set up as a harem room. Ornate tapestries on the walls, wispy fabric hanging in tent-like structures from the ceiling, throw pillows littering the gigantic floor mattress. And of course, naked flesh everywhere. Women piled on top of each other doing unspeakable things to one another and to the lone man lying in the center of the mattress.
Without realizing it, I must have stopped to stare. Tommy squeezed my hand, “Maybe next time.” He gently tugged me forward.
I approached Room #3 with a mixture of dread and anticipation. Sure, I was scared out of my mind, but my pussy was throbbing with an aching anticipation I couldn’t deny.
The room was stark white and filled with mysterious equipment. Bondage gear, floggers, paddles, benches, restraints, chains and much more that I couldn’t identify. Some of it I recognized from all the internet videos I had watched over the past week, but I certainly didn’t know how to use any of it. I had only focused on learning about floggers.
I spun in a circle, looking at all the items hanging on the walls and all the strange furniture. It almost looked like the bizarre gym from an insane asylum. A shiver ran down my spine. What was Tommy going to do to me?
Tommy folded his arms in front of his chest and watched me as I took it all in. I tried to remain calm and look nonchalant, but I could feel my breasts heaving as my nipples hardened with arousal. I had no idea what I was doing, but if I followed his lead, I should be good. Tommy was a master at taking my body to previously unknown heights of pleasure and I trusted him not to hurt me. Maybe I could get into this kinky stuff.
Tommy tapped his foot on the floor. “Ok, Crazy, do your stuff. I’m all yours.”
I stared blankly at him for a few moments before comprehension sunk in. Shit. I was the dominatrix. I had told him that I had done all this stuff before. He expected me to take charg
e here.
I swallowed down my panic. If I just stuck to my plan and improvised a bit, I should be okay. First thing on my list was to blindfold him so he didn’t see my incompetence. But the blindfold was in my jacket pocket, and I didn’t see any blindfolds, masks or scarves lying around. Shit. Shit. What do I do?
Tommy looked impatient. I had never seen a video of a full ‘scene’ just bits and pieces of various techniques. I didn’t even know how to start it.
An idea sprang to my head. “Um, okay. What’s your safe word?”
He smiled like he was amused. “Right.” He thought for a moment. “How about ‘ouch’.”
I wrinkled my brow at him. “No, really.”
“Okay, how about I stick with ‘red’.”
I nodded. “That’s good. Mine will be… uh, xylophone.”
“Xylophone?” Tommy laughed. “Crazy, you don’t need one. You’re in control, remember?”
My cheeks flamed. “No, I’m just saying for whenever.”
“Xylophone, got it. Okay, so now that we have that settled, why don’t we get started?” Tommy waited for me to begin.
My brain seemed to be short-circuiting and going completely blank. How should I start this? I was desperately trying to remember all the stuff I saw on the videos.
Tommy raised an eyebrow. “How about I take off my shirt?”
“Yes!” I sounded too excited. I tried to tone it down. “Uh, yeah. That’s good. I mean, take off your shirt.”
He pulled off his shirt, and as usual, I loved seeing his gorgeous body. Stop staring and focus! I could get him completely naked, but then what? All I really wanted to do was have sex with him, but I was supposed to be dominating him.
I was getting lost in my brain. It was impossible to think while he was watching me. “Okay. Now twenty push-ups. On the ground. While I think.”
“Really?” I could tell he was trying hard not to laugh.
I should be punishing him for questioning my command, but I didn’t know how to do that either. Tommy dropped to the ground and did the pushups. I watched his muscles flex while I tried to figure out what to do next. Why is my brain fucking freezing? I can’t think of anything! How did he finish so fast?
He stood up and waited. What the hell could I make him do? “Alright. So, now do twenty jumping jacks.”
This time he coughed. It looked suspiciously like he was choking back laughter. Shit, I’ve got to think up something fast. He did the jumping jacks.
I really had to move past the exercise class. “Okay. Take off your pants.”
One video I had watched sprang to mind. Should I make him lick my boots? No, that’s disgusting. Damn. I’ve got to use one of these apparatus thingees. But how do they work? Tommy had his pants off and was waiting for my order.
“Take it all off.”
He slid off his boxers and stood before me naked. A fleeting thought crossed my mind. I’d rather just be having sex with him. Even in front of all those crazy people out there. It would be better than this.
I glanced sideways at the padded wooden structure to my left. There were metal hooks in various locations on bench. If I had time to study it, I was sure I could figure it out.
“Hand me your shirt, Tommy.” I pointed to the black cloth lying on the ground.
He raised an eyebrow and then scooped it up and gave it to me. I rolled it up and then approached him. I tied it around his head, making sure it covered his eyes. It looked like the world’s most ridiculous blindfold, but it would do the trick.
I inspected the funny looking bench wondering how I was supposed to position him on it. I saw leather straps at the bottom of the bench for his ankles, I assumed. But there were about eight hooks on the bench in various spots. And, where were the cuffs that I hooked into them?
I glanced back at Tommy as he stood with his shirt blindfold starting to slip so that his whole face was practically covered with material. Damn. I looked around for restraints to use on the bench. “You might think I’m doing nothing, but I’m building the anticipation.”
“Uh-huh,” was his only reply.
I went back to the bench. Was he supposed to lie against this thing with his back or his stomach? I knelt on the bench padding and draped my body across it on my stomach. My wrists could potentially line up with some of the hooks if I stretched. Then I flipped over to my back. If I put my legs-
My thoughts were interrupted when I saw a man watching at the window. Shit, go away.
“Crazy, are you still there?” Tommy asked.
“Yep. Just, uh… hold on a sec.” I began pacing back and forth. Think!
Maybe I should just lay him on the bench and have a go at him with one of the floggers on the wall. It was the only thing I knew even a smidgen about. “Okay, Tommy. Come sit on this bench.”
Tommy took a small step. “I can’t see. You’re going to have to help me.”
Ugh. I should have set him up on the bench and then blindfolded him. I moved to his side and grabbed his arm. “C’mon. This way.”
I started guiding him slowly to the bench and, to my dismay, I saw two new people watching at the window. Dammit. I tried to shoo them away but they just laughed. We got to the bench and I awkwardly managed to get Tommy sitting on it.
“I’ll be right back.” I walked over to the far wall that had various gear hanging from hooks on it, and selected a flogger similar to the one I had ordered online. I headed back to Tommy and saw a man in the window nodding and giving me a thumbs-up sign. More people had gathered. What the hell? Why didn’t they go watch at the harem room? At least there was sex going on in there.
Tommy was drumming lightly on the bench when I returned. I decided to lay him on his stomach, because his back seemed a good place to use the flogger. And if I got more adventurous, I could move on to his ass.
“Okay, lay down on your stomach on the bench.” I was surprised that Tommy was obeying me so readily.
Of course his damn long legs didn’t seem to want to line up with the leather straps at all. And I still didn’t know where the cuffs were for this bench.
I placed his hands on the metal loops where the cuffs would have hooked. “Hold onto these loops and don’t let go.”
I gripped the flogger and then looked over my shoulder. I got another thumbs-up. Great. I had quite the audience.
“Um, Livvy. If you’re not really going to restrain me, maybe you can take this shirt off my head. And I’ll just close my eyes instead… while I grab these hooks.” He sounded so sincere that I was certain he wasn’t being sarcastic.
I walked over to the bench and quickly unknotted the shirt. “Alright. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. You remember the safe word? It’s red. Do you need to use it?”
A smile tugged on the corner of his mouth. “Not yet. I can hold out a little longer, I think.”
“Okay. Keep your eyes closed.” I practiced flicking the flogger in the air a few times. Finally, I took a deep breath and snapped it lightly against Tommy’s back.
I cringed and waited for a reaction. Nothing. I continued to smack it against his back in a rhythmic fashion, copying the motions I had watched on the internet. The skin on his back began to flush and turn a slight pink.
Tommy wasn’t even flinching. And this seemed so far from sexy to me. I knew I was doing this entire BDSM thing incorrectly. Any feelings of arousal that I had when I walked in the door had been squashed by my horribly bungling attempt. It didn’t turn me on at all.
The word slipped out before I could stop it. “Xylophone!”
Tommy almost looked like he was snoozing, but he roused himself at my outburst. “What?”
I mumbled bitterly under my breath, “Xylophone,” and I put down the flogger.
Tommy sat up and looked at me. “Are you using your safe word, Crazy?”
I couldn’t even meet his eyes. “Yes. I’m sorry, Tommy. This isn’t even hot at all. It’s just not working.”
There was a glint of mischief in his eye.
“That’s because you’re terrible at it, Livs.”
My mouth fell open, about to protest, but then I clamped it shut. “You’re right. I have to confess. I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what I’m doing. I just didn’t want you to think that I was boring.”
“Come here, Livvy.” He motioned for me to join him. “One thing I know for sure is that you are far from boring.”
He pulled me onto his lap as I approached. “Just the fact that you were willing to come here tonight and try this stuff out proves it. And this outfit that you are wearing - it took all my willpower not to haul you off into the bedroom when I first saw you.”
I smiled shyly. “I don’t mind trying new things. And some of this stuff looks interesting…”
“Then we’ll figure it out together.” Tommy pulled on a lock of my hair. “I don’t need non-stop kinky action. I just think it’s fun to switch it up every once in a while.”
I felt a stirring of arousal in my belly just from being so near to him. “That sounds like fun.”
“Good.” Tommy playfully tweaked my nipple. “So, do you want to go home or try to salvage something left of our time in this room?”
“We might as well stay. Maybe you can show me what some of this stuff is all about.”
Tommy’s thumb started circling over my taut nipple. “I’m no expert, Crazy. But I can think of a few naughty things we can do. It’s too bad, but I think we just lost most of our audience.”
I had forgotten about the crowd at the window. I shrugged, “Their loss.”
“So, what do you see here that looks interesting? Take the lead…”
I shook my head, “Tommy, I think that’s the problem. I don’t really want to take the lead. I’d rather just follow you. I’d like to be the submissive one.”
Tommy’s mouth closed over my nipple. He’s teeth tugged at the hardened peak and then let go. “Get up, Crazy. Take off your panties, but leave on that sexy top. And those boots.”
I felt a warm tingle in my pussy. Now we were talking. I stood up and slid the panties down my legs seductively. I purposefully didn’t look at the viewing window, because I didn’t want to know who was watching.
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