by Eileen Green
After everyone was finished partaking of the food that had been prepared, they set down to going over lists of equipment that would most likely be used in the club. Brian Hawthorne had a knack for making dungeon furniture so he had offered to make quite a few of the pieces. After a blushed comment from Siobhan about the saddle he had converted to have a vibrator in the seat, they all agreed that a western-themed room was warranted.
Trying to keep with the conversations around her, Gwen made notes on a pad of paper but then after a while, she noticed some of the other women were jotting down notes also. They were helping her out. She felt as if she belonged in this group now.
“We’re going to need to get some bids on construction but we are going to need to be very discreet about this. Anyone have any ideas how to go about setting this up?” Angela asked.
“It would probably be best to ask the people at the club who they use, or how they went about hiring someone they could trust,” Gwen offered.
“Sounds like a good idea,” Connor agreed. “Also, we’re going to need to find some dungeon monitors. Perhaps at least one full time DM on the payroll and he can oversee the volunteers.”
“I like that idea,” Austin agreed. “What do you think, Anita?”
“If that would be best, then I agree. This is why we are all meeting right now and why we’re going to Denver. Everyone’s input is appreciated. This club will benefit all of us. I really am thankful you have all come forward to help.” Anita was sincere with her words as she looked around the room. She was going to be a delight to work for, although Gwen knew in a way she would be working for everyone in the room.
After business was concluded for the evening, poker and pool were taken up. Jake and Andrew helped some of the woman with the dishes and putting the food away. Lyndee was sharking Connor, Wolf, and James at pool, while Angela was showing her poker skills with Lawrence, Dave, Ray, Brian, and Wilson. At the other poker table, Jared, Storm, Trey, Austin, and Kevin played amongst themselves.
When Lyndee won her game, Anita giggled. “Thank goodness she’s not playing her own men. If they had lost to her, she’d be tied up in the basement for the night.”
The other women giggled, as did Jake and Andrew. Gwen wasn’t quite sure what to make of the statement until Siobhan leaned into her. “Like that would be a bad thing?”
The image was evolving in her head and then all of a sudden, she felt herself heat from the blush that she thought must be from head to toe. Did they all know what went on behind closed doors? Or, in this case, the basement?
Gwen noticed Jake and Andrew glance at each other. Unsure what was going on between the two of them, she bit her bottom lip nervously. Andrew stepped up to her. “Baby girl, you remember what we were talking about earlier?”
Glancing around at the women that were standing around, she knew what he was referring to. “Yes,” she answered meekly.
“I think this would be the perfect moment to talk to your friends. Don’t be afraid to ask them anything. Okay?” This time it was Jake who spoke.
To say she was nervous was an understatement. She wanted to please her men, but would she be able to have a candid conversation with women she didn’t know that well? No better time than the present.
Nodding, she smiled shyly. “Okay. Thank you.”
Andrew leaned in as close to her ear as possible and whispered, “Remember, this will be good for you. For all of us.”
Kissing her on the cheek, he turned away. Jake kissed her other cheek and then both men left the room.
The women all looked at her supportively, which calmed her nerves a bit. When Anita suggested the find a room they could talk privately in, they all adjourned to the living room. A few minutes later, Lyndee and Angela joined them.
The seven women sat on the two light-blue leather couches that faced each other in front of the fireplace and the two wing-backed chairs that sat at the end of the couches. Gwen was actually proud of the touches she had added to the room so far. Draperies in a darker blue hung over the windows now as white sheers graced their undersides so the direct light was muted during the day. Knick-knacks had been added here and there to give the room some personality.
Lyndee sat to Gwen’s left while Anita sat to her right. She wasn’t sure where to start but she had to build up some courage. Lyndee helped her begin. “Gwen, I know that things can be a bit confusing right now, but you have plenty of friends here to help you. Don’t hesitate to ask us questions.”
“And, no question is out of bounds,” Anita said.
Gwen looked first at Lyndee, and then to Anita. Taking a deep breath, she finally knew she could do this. “Well, as some of you already know, I didn’t have much experience with sex before Jake and Andrew came along. In fact, I was only cleared yesterday by the doctor. So far, it’s been the usual…”
“Standard-issue sex?” Angela asked, joining in the conversation.
Nodding as she blushed, Gwen was a bit embarrassed. “With a ménage, I kinda know what to expect, but will the guys want me to—to…um, do them together all the time?”
“No!” came five voices in unison.
Lyndee laid her hand on Gwen’s. “Sometimes they may just want normal sex. Sometimes they’ll want to love you together, and other times, they may want individual time with you. Just like with a regular relationship, you will soon become tuned to your men’s wants and needs.”
“What about…” Gwen began, then lowered her voice, afraid the men might hear her even though she knew they couldn’t. “Anal sex. Won’t it hurt?”
The women smiled sweetly and knowingly. Gwen had to turn toward Anita when she spoke. “As long as you are prepared and they go slowly and gently, anal sex can be one of the best things you have ever felt. And, when one of them is fucking you from the front and one from the rear, it is phenomenal.”
“You have to be open and honest with them all the time. If you are in pain or need a moment to adjust, then say something. Communication…” Gina began.
“…Is the key to everything!” All the other women chimed in. Giggles ensued for a few moments before Gwen felt the need to ask more questions.
“What about jealousy? Won’t they get upset if I spend more time with one than the other?”
“If they care about you as much as they claim, they won’t be jealous. Also, it’s good to spend time alone with each of them. It’ll help build your relationship with each of them and in turn strengthen your entire relationship.” Angela’s advice sounded good. Gwen just had to wonder how that worked with her ménage, since Lawrence and Running Wolf were lovers also.
“Okay,” Gwen said before beginning to nibble on her lower lip. The next question was the one that caused butterflies to swarm in her stomach. She wasn’t certain who actually practiced the BDSM lifestyle, so she hoped she didn’t embarrass any of the ladies.
Luckily, it was if her mind was being read, and Lyndee intervened. “What do you know of BDSM, Gwen?”
Gwen realized as she glanced around at the women that surrounded her, that they were not mocking her. They were genuinely interested in helping her. “I’ve read a little in books.”
“Have the guys talked to you at all about it?” Angela asked.
“A little. They’ve already gone over the submissive part, which I found I like.”
“What did you like about it?” Lyndee asked.
“It made me wet when they get all demanding,” she answered honestly. “But, I am kinda afraid of the—the harsher stuff.”
Angela moved to sit on the coffee table directly in front of Gwen and set her hands on her knees. “It’s just like the anal. Communication is key. You’ll have a safe word to use for when something becomes too difficult or painful. Don’t be afraid to use it. If for any reason you have to use it, then they’ll stop and then you discuss what the problem is until you come to an understanding. Your guys will never do anything that will intentionally hurt you. Unless you want them to.”
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ll nodded their agreement with Angela, which eased Gwen’s mind quite a bit.
“The best thing that can happen right now is actually seeing things for yourself at the club,” Lyndee said. “I was terrified the first time I went, but my guys helped ease my nerves. We’ll be there for you if you have questions, as will Jake and Andrew.”
“So, you all are going?” Gwen asked as she glanced around at the women.
“I’m not going,” Gina spoke up. “Jared and I will be staying home. We have an appointment for my son to get fitted for a prosthetic and we can’t reschedule. We waited too long for the appointment.”
“It’s good that you are able to get the help you are needing,” Gwen said, her heart going out to the little boy. “But you’ll be missed.”
Gina blushed at Gwen’s words. “Thank you. I have found a home here in Polson thanks to all my wonderful friends. I hope you feel the same way.”
“I certainly do. I appreciate all of you guys and your help. I may have grown up around here, but I didn’t have the support of my family once they found out I was pregnant. It’s been a long time coming, but I think I have found my family.” Gwen’s words were spoken around small sobs. She truly had found a family.
The women all moved in closer and hugged her to them, surrounding her with their love, support, and friendship.
Chapter Ten
Excitement flowed through Gwen as they entered the front lobby of Tiger’s Liar, the club in Denver. Butterflies were dancing a salsa in her stomach but she had vowed she would be strong and go into this with an open mind. Jake and Andrew stood by her side, their hands holding hers. She noticed that the other women in their group were getting the same treatment by their men. Protectiveness.
As soon as they arrived, Alex “Tiger” McDaniels greeted them. A former Navy Seal, he was a magnificent specimen of a man. Wearing black leathers, a matching vest, and black leather boots, his muscles bulged throughout his chest, shoulders, arms, and abs. His hips were lean and his thighs filled out the leathers. Long black hair graced his head, though he had it pulled back with a piece of leather.
The man commanded respect from everyone, not just subs, Gwen noticed. The Goodall brothers, Storm and Trey, along with their cousin Austin and, of course, Lyndee, greeted the man as a friend. The men shook hands while, even though Lyndee kept her eyes lowered, he kissed her hand as a gentleman might.
He also greeted Connor, the lone man of the group, for he also belonged to the club.
Anita, Angela, Tina, and Gwen all tried to be as submissive as possible through the introductions, but Alex spoke to them as a group. “I know you are subs, but you are also here to learn about the club. My DMs are aware you will be taking notes, which is usually against the rules, and as long as you are in the company of your men, no one should bother you. Although, to be on the safe side, you may want to wear a collar.”
Gwen glanced up at Jake and Andrew, unsure of what they were thinking. Their relationship had just begun and even though they had told her they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with her, did they want to collar her? It wasn’t something they had discussed.
“Tonight, I thought we could have you examine the main dungeon area and view the private rooms from the observation windows. Tomorrow, while the club is closed, you can tour the private rooms and we can go over the day-to-day operations. How does that sound?” Alex asked, although it sounded as if he had everything already planned out. Everyone was in agreement.
Lyndee was the only woman fully dressed for the occasion in her purple teddy with the shelf bra showing off half her naked breasts. Tonight she wore a matching purple lace thong, her pale white globes showing from beneath the hem of the teddy. She had worn a long coat buttoned up until she stepped in the doors and then had removed it and handed it to Storm. From what Gwen understood, Lyndee was very comfortable with her body and her three men didn’t have a problem with her showing it off.
All the men in their group wore the same outfit as Alex did, save Running Wolf, who was minus the vest and boots. It had been explained to Gwen, Anita, and Siobhan that it was because he was a submissive and he wasn’t allowed to wear shoes. The women would have to go without also once they changed their clothes.
“Why don’t you ladies go get changed and we can begin our evening,” Alex said cheerfully as he clapped his hands together and rubbed them together in anticipation.
With a grandiose gesture, he motioned them toward the door to the ladies changing room. Lyndee took the lead while Anita, Siobhan, and Tina followed her. Gwen stood nearly petrified in place as the moment had arrived for her first venture into the BDSM world, and the unknown.
Jake and Andrew both drew her in between them and hugged her. She felt herself shaking from fear and anticipation. She wanted this. She wanted to experience this with her men, but she was also afraid she would fail them somehow.
Two sets of hands ran up and down her arms soothingly as they crooned words of encouragement to her. Jake’s whisper at her left ear comforted her. “We’ll be here for you, honeybee. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Just let us know.”
“We love you, baby. You belong to us,” Andrew said at her right ear. “We don’t care what you wear when you come out, even if you want to be buck nekkid, but no one else will touch you. Understood?”
Since Andrew stood before her, she looked up into his eyes and saw the love he had for her. Her heart knew his words were true, both of theirs. To be allowed the freedom of clothing or lack of actually turned her on.
Her cunt was wet and her nipples were so hard right now. She was surprised she was now anxious to be their submissive. She wanted to please them, even here in front of a bunch of strangers and her friends.
“Better?” Jake asked.
“Yes, sir,” she answered as she straightened her shoulders and held her head higher. “I understand.”
Andrew kissed her mouth chastely before turning her to Jake who did the same. As she turned toward the changing room, she found Angela had waited for her. The woman took her by the hand and led her into the room Gwen had found so ominous just moments before.
* * * *
Jake followed Alex along with the other men in their group through the men’s changing rooms. The owner of the club wanted to begin the tour in the first room most people would start in.
Standard issue lockers as they had had in school stood in rows in between the aisles, with a bench between them. A shower room sat off at the end of the room. At the other end of the room was the door that led to the main room of the club.
Taking in a deep breath as they were getting ready to go through that door, he had to wonder how Gwen was taking things in the women’s changing room. He felt as if her anxiety had waned a bit before Angela led her away, but he worried that she would panic once she had a few minutes to think about things. Also, he was anxious to see what she was going to be wearing.
Earlier in the day, Lyndee had told the ladies that she knew of a store where they could go to buy outfits. The ladies had spent several hours shopping while the men sat in one of their suites and discussed the club they were building. When their women came back to the hotel, they put away their bags, insisting patience was a virtue.
Never being to a BDSM club before, Jake was interested to see what it was like. Andrew had been before several times while visiting his brother in Dallas. So, out of their group of fourteen men, only four of them hadn’t been to a club before. At least he wasn’t the only one.
The changing room must have been soundproofed because as soon as Alex opened the door, techno music flooded Jake’s ears. The bass was loud, issuing a steady beat, similar to a heartbeat.
The main part of the club stood two stories high without any windows. The walls were draped in burgundy velvet curtains to help filter sound to the outside with thin strips of black curtains interspersed about every three feet.
A bar sat along one end of the rectangle room. A mirror sat along the back
of it, providing the bartender a view of the room should they be turned around. Very few liquor bottles lined the bar as in a usual bar, although the ones that sat around were wine bottles. “The only alcohol we serve here is beer and wine and then we only limit one glass per member. BDSM and alcohol don’t mix. Behind the bar is a small walk-in refrigerator so we have an endless supply of cold bottled water.”
To the left and the right of the bar were two seating areas hidden slightly by potted plants and gauzy black and gold curtains. It lent a sense of privacy but still provided visuals of the room itself to the occupants.
In the middle of the room was a stage, raised off the floor by at least three feet. At the moment, two women were hanging from beams held up by sturdy wooden posts, naked, with their backs to them. One was inverted so she was spread eagle upside, while the other was spread eagle but right side up. A man wearing black leathers laced up the sides, a black vest, and boots stood a few feet back from the women between them. The attire was usual for a Dom, but the black leather executioner’s mask on his head hiding his features is what confused Jake. The group was close enough to be able to know the man was speaking to the girls but not close enough to hear what he was saying, but Jake could see the women were shaking.
The man held a thin, long flogger in his left hand. Raising it, he flicked his wrist out and began striking the upside down woman on her derriere first, the sound reverberating through the room. A crowd began to form to watch the discipline of the two, for what, Jake had to wonder. The black leather flogger continued striking her over and over, the dexterity of his wrist moving smoothly and deftly. Red splotches began to appear from her thighs to her shoulders as her body shook.
Without hesitating for a second, the man turned and began the same process on the other woman, providing her with the same strikes, the same pattern. When he was finished, he motioned for two Doms who had come up on the stage to help with untying them. After they were unfastened, the man who had flogged them went up to each of them, caressed their cheeks and kissed them lightly on the lips. He spoke to them quietly and both women nodded as they chewed on their bottom lips.