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I had never heard of a BDSM dungeon, much less an open house at one. So, when my best friend showed me the flier she had gotten, I had to read it twice to figure out what it actually meant. The pictures should have tipped me off but I was having a little trouble making sense of them, too. After all, I didn't really understand the point of a tall chair where most of the seat was a hole. At least at that point, I didn't.
"Please," she said in that persuasive tone that I knew was going to get me into trouble.
"Please, what?"
"Please go with me."
"Aw, Tina, come on. That isn't my scene."
"How do you know?" she asked. "You've never been."
"Do I need to be tied down and smacked around to know I won't like it?"
She showed her pout. It was a powerful pout. "That's not what it's like. Besides, it's an open house. You just come and watch. At eleven, if you like what you saw, you pay to stay."
"So, go. You don't need me."
"By myself?" she said plaintively. "You know I wouldn't do that to you. I didn't do that to you. Remember that horrible indie movie you made me go to? The one about the bouncing ball?"
"It wasn't about a bouncing ball. That was symbolism--"
"Whatever. I went. I hated it, but I went." I rolled my eyes and sighed; clearly she sensed weakness. "It's just one evening, Mel. Please."
In the end, I agreed. And it wasn't out of curiosity or arousal. It was because Tina and I had been friends since grade school. I brought the common sense; she brought the fun. I may be a professional woman in my thirties but I wasn't ready to lose the fun yet. So, against my better judgement, I said yes.
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"What on Earth are you wearing?" Tina asked me.
I was going to ask her the same question--she just beat me to it. I had on jeans and a nice blouse; she was in some sort of latex dress that barely covered her ass.
"I thought you said that this was just about watching."
"Yeah, but the place has atmosphere. You're going to kill it with the Sunday picnic attire."
I dragged her back to my bedroom and opened my closet. Business clothes and casual clothes. "Fine," I said. "Dress me."
She found a leather skirt at the back of my closet that I hadn't worn in at least five years. I was shocked it still fit. My tops gave her more trouble. She finally settled for a silky white blouse that she left open at the collar. She found my most uncomfortable pair of strappy heels and handed them to me.
When I was dressed, she looked at me critically. "At least you won't stick out."
I stuck out my tongue at her and she laughed. "You ready to do this?" I asked.
She drove and parked in a garage a block away. I wasn't exactly nervous; if anything, I felt invigorated. The building that housed the dungeon looked like any other on the street, except there were no windows in the front. We went in the front door to a very normal looking foyer with a line of people in lace and leather and latex.
"Glad you let me dress you?" Tina whispered.
"Thank you, oh Wise One."
We waited in line and when we got to the bouncer at the door, she handed the handsome, well-dressed man our tickets. He looked me up and down and smirked at me. Then he looked at Tina and his grin widened.
"You ladies have fun," he said. Then he turned his smile to Tina alone. "I hope to see you in there later."
"I hope so, too," she said, flirting like usual.
We stepped through the door. The room we walked into was like a banquet hall: large and open, with high ceilings. At the front of the room was manned tables with displays like you would see at a vendor fair. One table was entirely dedicated to vibrators and another to different types of restraints. There were costumes and jewelry and books. I knew I wasn't going to have enough time to see everything.
Behind the tables, taking up the rest of the vast room, were rows upon rows of BDSM equipment, much of which looked custom-made. Padded sawhorses, for bending someone over. Big wooden X's for tying someone splayed and upright. Benches with kneeling pads. Restraints that looked like stockades. Next to the equipment stood men and woman, most of them holding some sort of punishment device.
That was when the woman caught my eye. She wore a leather corset, a black thong, shiny elbow gloves, and thigh boots. Her hair was a perfect, black, chin-length bob; her full lips were scarlet. She held a black riding crop and stood next to that strange, high chair with the hole in the seat. For a brief moment, my mind wandered; I imagined what she could do to me with the crop and, to my complete surprise, had an intense wave of arousal. I had always considered myself open-minded but straight and hardly into kink. My last boyfriend had actually complained about it.
I stared too long. The woman caught me looking at her, gave me a slow, sexy smile, and winked at me. I looked away. The heat that rushed to my skin wasn't entirely caused by embarrassment.
"Let's check out the dildos," Tina said; I let her lead me over to the table. I was glad she missed my little transgression.
We spent the next two hours going from vendor table to vendor table. After that I wanted to see some of the leather work and she wanted to look at the paddles. We only had about fifteen minutes left to browse before there was a whipping demonstration, the finale of the night.
She checked the time on her phone. "Meet you over there in ten?" she asked, nodding to the one pieces of equipment: a sturdy frame with a place to bind hands over the head and ankles wide apart. It was cordoned off with a velvet rope.
"Sounds good."
The leather work was masterful. Some of it was clearly for fetish but some of it could be worn anywhere at any time. I picked up a black leather necklace that had been tooled until it was lacy and ran a finger over the work.
"That would be beautiful on you." I looked up. That woman with the black bob stood beside me. She was at least a head taller than me in her heeled thigh boots. Her corset squeezed her breasts until they bubbled out a little. I had a very hard time not staring at them.
"I'm trying to decide if I should splurge," I said.
Her perfectly red lips curled into that very sexy smile. She leaned in closer to me, smelling like leather and soap. "You should. You should also come see me at eleven. I would love to show you what I do to beautiful women."
Her words immediately made me throb and wet. I met her eyes and liked the challenge I saw. But, really, seriously, I was straight and not at all kinky. "I really was just here to watch," I told her.
She swept her eyes over the length of me. "You prefer watching to coming?" she asked, causally brushing my hair over my shoulder and pretending to fix my collar.
I went hot and cold. There was something about her bluntness that just stoked my arousal. "Here? In a public place?" I said, with a challenge of my own.
She met my eyes. "Trust me. You won't notice anyone else."
I spoke without thinking. "That's already true."
That sexy smile lingered; she drew a gloved finger to the lowest point my blouse would allow. "Then, think about it," she said.
She walked away. I watched her go, admiring her ass, really wanting to follow her. There were other things to consider, though. I glanced at the paddle table; Tina had her back to me and was talking to the handsome bouncer who had greeted us. I wasn't sure I wanted her to know about this strange, new attraction. I was very sure I didn't want her input about it.
I shook myself and looked back at the necklace. Now, it reminded me of the woman and one incredibly arousing conversation. So, I bought it, put it on, and went to find Tina, who had moved close to the velvet rope.
"The bouncer is fucking hot," she told me. "His name is Brad. When the open house is over, he's going to come in here to play. I might want to stay."
I looked around for the woman but I didn't see her. "I might be okay with that," I told her.
She jabbed me with an elbow. "I thought this wasn't your scene," she teased.
"Shut up. It isn't. I just didn't get to all of the tables."
By the time the demonstration started there was dozens of people, male and female, crowded around. Right on time, the velvet rope was unclipped and the woman who had talked to me just minutes before stepped up to the equipment. She was followed by a much smaller, naked blonde woman. The corseted woman's eyes flickered to me, but only for a moment. Her proximity and her glance made my heart beat harder.
"I'm Alex," she said. "This is Corrine." She nodded to the naked woman, who smiled at the group huddled around. "For anyone new," she said, her eyes flickering to me again, "you should know that we always establish safe words in a scene where someone is bound."
Alex's gloved hands played with Corrine's breasts roughly. Corrine's mouth opened and a little color came into her cheeks. Seeing her pleasure just turned me on more.
"So, if you want things to stop, what do you say?" Alex asked, pinching her nipple.
"Red," Corrine replied.
"And if you want things to slow down?" she asked, pinching her other nipple.
"Yellow."
Alex led her over to the equipment and quickly bound her hands over her head and her legs splayed wide. "I enjoy this piece of equipment because it allows me access to all parts of her body." She ran a hand up Corrine's inner thigh, touching her lightly between the legs until she rocked in time with the touch. Then, she stepped behind the girl, caressing her ass and flirting between her cheeks with gloved fingers.
I had missed the absence of Alex's riding crop; it was tucked into her thigh boot. She pulled it out and ran the leather loop over Corrine's ass. Alex glanced at me again and I bit my lip.
Corrine's nipples were hard; a drop of fluid ran down her thigh. She arched her back, putting her ass and breasts on display. Alex held the crop, paused, and then swung her arm in a fast sharp motion, using the springy part of the crop to strike her. When the crack sounded, my sex reacted with a flood of heat. Corrine jumped but then she arched again and relaxed into the position; I was close enough to hear her pleading whimpers. Another crack and the whole crowd leaned forward.
"Corrine and I have been playing together for a while," Alex said in a very calm voice. "So, I know she's a horny little minx." She cracked the crop again and Corrine moaned loud enough for anyone to hear. "She likes it when I start hard and go harder." Another crack. And another.
She stepped around to Corrine's front and ran the crop tip over her skin, teasing it near her pelvis but never going lower. "She doesn't even really need me to touch her, she gets off so much on the whipping." There were a couple of little slaps on her lower belly. "You do, don't you?" Alex asked in a stern voice.
"Yes, I do." Corrine's voice was almost a whimper.
Alex returned to Corrine's backside. The crop found a rhythm and I could tell Corrine's ass was turning pink, even from where I stood, even in the soft light. She twitched up to meet the whip. Her face was flushed and sweating. Her eyes were closed. Her body moved like a dancer's.
"Look at the people watching," Alex instructed, the cracks coming faster and harder.
Corrine's eyes opened and swept the room. They rested on me for a moment and heat in my pelvis settled into a throb.
"You love the spectacle, don't you?" Alex demanded.
"Yes. I love it."
The cracks were like music. I felt like I was swaying to her rhythm, even though I was only watching. I wasn't alone, either. At least one man was openly jerking off. At least one woman was being fondled by another while they watched.
Another trickle of fluid ran down Corrine's thigh. "Please," she begged.
"Please?" Alex teased. "What do you want?"
"You know," Corrine whimpered.
"Hard and slow until you come?"
"Oh, God yes!"
She made Corrine wait a moment. Then, "You've been so good. Here's your treat."
The crop reduced its speed but doubled its strength. Corrine's face went red and the flush spread into her chest. Her body shook and she cried out in a hoarse voice. Alex didn't stop the whipping until her body went limp.
Alex tucked her crop back into her boot and unbound Corrine's legs. Her knees wobbled. When Corrine's arms were released someone in the crowd started to clap. Soon we all were.
Alex showed that very sexy smile. Her eyes found mine. "I'll be here from eleven until two if anyone would like a taste of what I do."
She led Corrine away. It felt like those of us watching took a collective breath. It was almost like the room was humid with sex and arousal. That was the grand finale and it didn't disappoint. Slowly, most of the crowd moved to the exits.
Tina turned to me. "That was un-fucking-believable. I love this place."
Before I could answer, a man spoke from behind us. "So, does that mean you're staying?" We both turned and Brad, the bouncer, smiled at Tina. He had changed out of his business clothes and now wore jeans and a very tight, white t-shirt that stretched across his chest.
Tina looked at me. "Can we?"
My heart beat a little harder but I kept my voice nonchalant. "Your call. You drove."
She looked back at Brad. "Yes, I'm staying."
"I'll go take care of the admission," I said.
"Don't worry," he said. "It's your first time here, right?" We both nodded. "It's on the house. I love an adventurous first timer," he said, looking at Tina who grinned. Then he turned to me. "We should be about an hour."
"Take your time."
He took her to a piece of equipment in the back corner of the room, pretty far away from Alex's seat-less chair. I went back to the tables, absent mindedly looking through the different bottles of lube. I glanced up and Alex was there, next to her equipment, looking at me. A man came over to talk to her. She smiled at him, but it was a polite smile. I could read her lips when she said, 'Later' and he walked away. She looked back at me.
I'm not sure there was really any choice involved; I walked towards her before I really decided to do so. When I stood in front of her, she opened the collar on my silky blouse an additional button and touched the leather necklace, her fingers brushing my skin. She leaned closer to me.
"I was right. This is beautiful on you."
"Thank you," I told her, liking her touch. "So how does this work?" I asked.
"First tell me your name."
"Melinda. Mel, usually."
She undid another of the buttons on my blouse. "Well, Melinda, I like seeing a woman come while she's accepting pain. That's what I'm going to do to you."
I met her eyes. "Yes, please."
There was that sexy smile again. She undid another button. "What were the safe words in the demonstration?"
"Red and yellow."
She opened another button; I only had two left. "Don’t be afraid to use them. Understand?"
"I do."
She undid my last two buttons, slid my blouse over my shoulders, and hung it over a chair. "I want Corrine to fuck you with her mouth. That will give me the chance to focus on the rest of you." I hadn't even so much as kissed another woman but there wasn't a single part of me that wanted to say no.
"Do what you like. I'll tell you if it's too much."
"Keep talking like that, and I'm taking you home with me."
She looked over my shoulder and nodded. Then she pulled down my bra cups; my breasts were exposed to anyone who wanted to see them. A couple of people glanced my way; my throbbing need intensified.
In a moment there was another pair of hands on me, Soft fingers on my bare back and soft lips on my shoulder. I glanced back and caught a glimpse of Corrine's blonde hair. "I saw you watching us," she whispered in my ear from behind. "It was really hot, seeing you so turned on."
Alex pushed my leather skirt up to my hips and felt underneath. She looked over my shoulder. "She's overdressed. Help her out."
Corrine hooked delicate fingers into my panties and stripped them away while Alex played with my nipples, smiling at my breathlessness. When Corrine's lips were on my shoulder again, Alex said. "Bind her arms."
Corrine pulled my two arms together behind my back and put something cloth over them both. "This is a restraint. It's called a sleeve," she said. It felt like she pulled lacing tight, forcing my arms together behind my back from wrist to elbow, thrusting my breasts out. Alex, in front of me, continued to play with my nipples; they couldn't have gotten harder. Then, she drew me to the chair.
It was a curious contraption. The seat was a good three feet off of the ground. In fact, there was a step for getting up there. But it didn't take long for me to figure out why it was designed that way; Corrine fit perfectly on her knees underneath. It would wrench her neck to use her mouth from that angle, but I suspected that the discomfort was part of the pleasure for them.
Alex helped me up and pulled me forward until my sex dangled through the hole and my skirt was bunched around my hips. She secured my dangling legs to the legs of the chair, I became acutely aware of two things: that my aching, wet sex was like low-hanging fruit, vulnerably exposed and at Corrine's mercy. Also, that a group of five people had stopped to watch.
Alex pulled my face even with hers. "You focus on me. Don't worry about them."
My bound arms forced my posture erect and my pelvis tilted down. Alex pulled the riding crop out of her boot; she put the soft loop of leather under my chin. She trailed the crop down my neck, over my left breast, circling the nipple, and down my torso to my inner thigh.
Through the hole in the seat, fingers separated me. I felt hot breath against me. Then the tongue started, circling the outside edge of my sex, coming nowhere near where I needed her to. Alex watched me, caressing my inner thigh with the crop. It was delicious and nowhere near enough.
I whimpered. Alex answered with a stinging slap from the crop to my thigh. "Shhh," she hushed. It sent a thrill over me.
Fingers entered me. I couldn't say how many, but more than one. I stifled my moan; she slapped my thigh again. The jolt went straight to my sex. I looked down at where she had struck, seeing little pink blooms on my skin, then back up to Alex. Her lips were parted; her breasts bubbled even a little further out of her corset as her breathing grew heavier.
She started striking my inner thighs in little licks, slapping and moving. It stung but mostly it concentrated my attention to the V of my legs and what was happening between them. It could have been purely psychological, but it seemed that those lips knew how to tease me better than any that had ever tried: sliding over where I wanted her to stop, using softness where I needed a harsh tongue, and circling and circling, just outside of my core. Fingers moved in and out of me at a lazy pace. That, in addition to the flutter of slaps, left my sex contracting around the penetration, wordlessly begging for more.
The slapping stopped and the caress of leather resumed, tracing soft lines from one thigh, over my lower belly, lifting my bunched skirt, and to the other thigh. She pinched my chin with gloved fingers and leaned in close. "Did that feel good?"
"Yes." My tone begged.
The crop's leather loop skimmed from my thigh, up my torso, to my breast. "Do you want more?"
"Yes, please."
Her lips pressed against mine once. The idea that I might have a shadow of her red lipstick on my mouth just aroused me more. Then, she nudged Corrine under my chair. A long, lush swipe of the tongue contacted every electric spot on my sex. In spite of her warning to be quiet, I moaned. Alex smiled.
Her crop circled my nipple, even as the soft flat of Corrine's tongue set up a rhythm with her thrusting fingers. The crop licked the side of my breast. My nipple ached in anticipation. Then, there were a series of slaps, getting ever closer to the place where it would hurt most. I wanted it and I didn't want it. The rhythm almost matched the stroke of the tongue.
The first slap to my nipple sent electricity to my sex. I arched my back more than my bound arms forced me to. Even with my legs bound, I managed to shift so even more of me hung through the hole in the chair.
Alex let out a long breath. Her face was flushed. She struck my nipple again. In the moment of pain, my arousal receded but in the instant afterwards, blood flooded to my groin, the touch between my legs seemed twice as intense, and my path to orgasm shortened. She struck me again and I moaned, leaning into it even more.
"I'm going to go harder," Alex said.
The thought of it made me both ache and cringe. "Yellow," I breathed.
The tongue between my legs slowed and became gentler; the crop on my nipple was replaced by Alex's gloved hand, massaging and working the flesh. It felt really good.
"Not harder," I managed. "Not yet."
Alex leaned into me again, her lips brushing mine again. The tongue resumed its rhythm against me and I moaned; my legs strained against the bonds, wanting to open wider. I pushed myself, as much as I could, into Corrine's mouth.
"You tell me when," Alex said. "Green is the word you use."
She circled her crop around the nipple of my other breast. Then, she started the light slaps, the leather loop skirting my nipple. I arched but she avoided where it would hurt me the most. The tongue between my legs was now relentless. If I had been able to open my legs all the way, I already would have been hurtling into orgasm. But, because of the uncomfortable position, I needed more stimulation.
I watched Alex, seeing a mist of sweat break through her make-up. Her perfect, red lips were just slightly smudged. "Please," I said to her.
She circled my nipple with the crop. Then, she slapped it more lightly than she had before. It still sent a sweet current of electricity to my sex. "Like this?" she said, her voice a sexy purr.
"Yes, like that."
She smacked me again. I couldn't hold back the throaty moan. And again. Corrine wasn't just licking me anymore: she was mouthing and nipping and rubbing her face into me. I climbed to another level. I strained against my binds and moaned in a breathy voice. I knew I was going to come. I was just about to come.
I met Alex's eyes. "Green."
The crack of the crop was simultaneous with my plateau. I clenched and she struck me again, just as hard. My orgasm sent blood rushing to my head and my fingers and my toes. "Oh!" I cried out and she struck me again. And again. I pulsed and moaned with the cracks, the pain stoking the pleasure.
I was shameless. I pressed myself against the hole in the chair and thrust out my breasts to Alex. The pleasure just didn't seem to ebb; the strokes on my sex grew harsher. The sharp strikes against my nipples just prolonged my orgasm. Then, finally, the shaking pleasure grew sensitive. The blows slopped. Corrine softened her stimulation and finally I felt what must have been a kiss against my still pulsing clit.
I could finally focus on Alex's face again. "Wow," I said breathlessly.
She massaged my breast like how she had my other one. "Wow, yourself," Alex said, her breathing heavy. I could smell her musky arousal mix with my sweetness. "Corrine's going to have a very nice rest of the night because of you."
Corrine unbound my legs, then my arms, and then stood in front of me, smirking, her face shiny with my wetness. She handed me my panties and I pulled them on under my skirt. When she went to retrieve my blouse, I looked down at my breasts. They were very pink and a little sore. I tucked them back into my bra.
"How do you feel?" Alex asked.
"Glad I came. Sorry it's over."
"That's what I like to hear."
I climbed down from the chair and accepted my blouse. People seemed to be lingering but I hadn't even noticed if anyone watched me come. Anyone but Alex, that is. I buttoned up and tucked in. I wonder if anyone looking at me outside of this place would know I just had public sex. Would it show on my face or in my walk?
"I'm here Fridays at eleven," Alex said to me, that sexy smile curling her lips.
I leaned into her, the way she had leaned into me all night. I kissed her cheek, liking that it was still damp with sweat. "I'll see you next week," I whispered. I smirked at Corrine as I walked away.
I was back at the tables, looking at the restraints with a lot more interest, when Tina showed back up. She was flushed with her hair mussed, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. "That was amazing," she said. "Thanks for waiting. You weren't too bored, were you?"
"No," I said, stifling my smile. "It was fine. I managed to amuse myself."
"Please," she said in that persuasive tone that I knew was going to get me into trouble.
"Please, what?"
"Please go with me."
"Aw, Tina, come on. That isn't my scene."
"How do you know?" she asked. "You've never been."
"Do I need to be tied down and smacked around to know I won't like it?"
She showed her pout. It was a powerful pout. "That's not what it's like. Besides, it's an open house. You just come and watch. At eleven, if you like what you saw, you pay to stay."
"So, go. You don't need me."
"By myself?" she said plaintively. "You know I wouldn't do that to you. I didn't do that to you. Remember that horrible indie movie you made me go to? The one about the bouncing ball?"
"It wasn't about a bouncing ball. That was symbolism--"
"Whatever. I went. I hated it, but I went." I rolled my eyes and sighed; clearly she sensed weakness. "It's just one evening, Mel. Please."
In the end, I agreed. And it wasn't out of curiosity or arousal. It was because Tina and I had been friends since grade school. I brought the common sense; she brought the fun. I may be a professional woman in my thirties but I wasn't ready to lose the fun yet. So, against my better judgement, I said yes.
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"What on Earth are you wearing?" Tina asked me.
I was going to ask her the same question--she just beat me to it. I had on jeans and a nice blouse; she was in some sort of latex dress that barely covered her ass.
"I thought you said that this was just about watching."
"Yeah, but the place has atmosphere. You're going to kill it with the Sunday picnic attire."
I dragged her back to my bedroom and opened my closet. Business clothes and casual clothes. "Fine," I said. "Dress me."
She found a leather skirt at the back of my closet that I hadn't worn in at least five years. I was shocked it still fit. My tops gave her more trouble. She finally settled for a silky white blouse that she left open at the collar. She found my most uncomfortable pair of strappy heels and handed them to me.
When I was dressed, she looked at me critically. "At least you won't stick out."
I stuck out my tongue at her and she laughed. "You ready to do this?" I asked.
She drove and parked in a garage a block away. I wasn't exactly nervous; if anything, I felt invigorated. The building that housed the dungeon looked like any other on the street, except there were no windows in the front. We went in the front door to a very normal looking foyer with a line of people in lace and leather and latex.
"Glad you let me dress you?" Tina whispered.
"Thank you, oh Wise One."
We waited in line and when we got to the bouncer at the door, she handed the handsome, well-dressed man our tickets. He looked me up and down and smirked at me. Then he looked at Tina and his grin widened.
"You ladies have fun," he said. Then he turned his smile to Tina alone. "I hope to see you in there later."
"I hope so, too," she said, flirting like usual.
We stepped through the door. The room we walked into was like a banquet hall: large and open, with high ceilings. At the front of the room was manned tables with displays like you would see at a vendor fair. One table was entirely dedicated to vibrators and another to different types of restraints. There were costumes and jewelry and books. I knew I wasn't going to have enough time to see everything.
Behind the tables, taking up the rest of the vast room, were rows upon rows of BDSM equipment, much of which looked custom-made. Padded sawhorses, for bending someone over. Big wooden X's for tying someone splayed and upright. Benches with kneeling pads. Restraints that looked like stockades. Next to the equipment stood men and woman, most of them holding some sort of punishment device.
That was when the woman caught my eye. She wore a leather corset, a black thong, shiny elbow gloves, and thigh boots. Her hair was a perfect, black, chin-length bob; her full lips were scarlet. She held a black riding crop and stood next to that strange, high chair with the hole in the seat. For a brief moment, my mind wandered; I imagined what she could do to me with the crop and, to my complete surprise, had an intense wave of arousal. I had always considered myself open-minded but straight and hardly into kink. My last boyfriend had actually complained about it.
I stared too long. The woman caught me looking at her, gave me a slow, sexy smile, and winked at me. I looked away. The heat that rushed to my skin wasn't entirely caused by embarrassment.
"Let's check out the dildos," Tina said; I let her lead me over to the table. I was glad she missed my little transgression.
We spent the next two hours going from vendor table to vendor table. After that I wanted to see some of the leather work and she wanted to look at the paddles. We only had about fifteen minutes left to browse before there was a whipping demonstration, the finale of the night.
She checked the time on her phone. "Meet you over there in ten?" she asked, nodding to the one pieces of equipment: a sturdy frame with a place to bind hands over the head and ankles wide apart. It was cordoned off with a velvet rope.
"Sounds good."
The leather work was masterful. Some of it was clearly for fetish but some of it could be worn anywhere at any time. I picked up a black leather necklace that had been tooled until it was lacy and ran a finger over the work.
"That would be beautiful on you." I looked up. That woman with the black bob stood beside me. She was at least a head taller than me in her heeled thigh boots. Her corset squeezed her breasts until they bubbled out a little. I had a very hard time not staring at them.
"I'm trying to decide if I should splurge," I said.
Her perfectly red lips curled into that very sexy smile. She leaned in closer to me, smelling like leather and soap. "You should. You should also come see me at eleven. I would love to show you what I do to beautiful women."
Her words immediately made me throb and wet. I met her eyes and liked the challenge I saw. But, really, seriously, I was straight and not at all kinky. "I really was just here to watch," I told her.
She swept her eyes over the length of me. "You prefer watching to coming?" she asked, causally brushing my hair over my shoulder and pretending to fix my collar.
I went hot and cold. There was something about her bluntness that just stoked my arousal. "Here? In a public place?" I said, with a challenge of my own.
She met my eyes. "Trust me. You won't notice anyone else."
I spoke without thinking. "That's already true."
That sexy smile lingered; she drew a gloved finger to the lowest point my blouse would allow. "Then, think about it," she said.
She walked away. I watched her go, admiring her ass, really wanting to follow her. There were other things to consider, though. I glanced at the paddle table; Tina had her back to me and was talking to the handsome bouncer who had greeted us. I wasn't sure I wanted her to know about this strange, new attraction. I was very sure I didn't want her input about it.
I shook myself and looked back at the necklace. Now, it reminded me of the woman and one incredibly arousing conversation. So, I bought it, put it on, and went to find Tina, who had moved close to the velvet rope.
"The bouncer is fucking hot," she told me. "His name is Brad. When the open house is over, he's going to come in here to play. I might want to stay."
I looked around for the woman but I didn't see her. "I might be okay with that," I told her.
She jabbed me with an elbow. "I thought this wasn't your scene," she teased.
"Shut up. It isn't. I just didn't get to all of the tables."
By the time the demonstration started there was dozens of people, male and female, crowded around. Right on time, the velvet rope was unclipped and the woman who had talked to me just minutes before stepped up to the equipment. She was followed by a much smaller, naked blonde woman. The corseted woman's eyes flickered to me, but only for a moment. Her proximity and her glance made my heart beat harder.
"I'm Alex," she said. "This is Corrine." She nodded to the naked woman, who smiled at the group huddled around. "For anyone new," she said, her eyes flickering to me again, "you should know that we always establish safe words in a scene where someone is bound."
Alex's gloved hands played with Corrine's breasts roughly. Corrine's mouth opened and a little color came into her cheeks. Seeing her pleasure just turned me on more.
"So, if you want things to stop, what do you say?" Alex asked, pinching her nipple.
"Red," Corrine replied.
"And if you want things to slow down?" she asked, pinching her other nipple.
"Yellow."
Alex led her over to the equipment and quickly bound her hands over her head and her legs splayed wide. "I enjoy this piece of equipment because it allows me access to all parts of her body." She ran a hand up Corrine's inner thigh, touching her lightly between the legs until she rocked in time with the touch. Then, she stepped behind the girl, caressing her ass and flirting between her cheeks with gloved fingers.
I had missed the absence of Alex's riding crop; it was tucked into her thigh boot. She pulled it out and ran the leather loop over Corrine's ass. Alex glanced at me again and I bit my lip.
Corrine's nipples were hard; a drop of fluid ran down her thigh. She arched her back, putting her ass and breasts on display. Alex held the crop, paused, and then swung her arm in a fast sharp motion, using the springy part of the crop to strike her. When the crack sounded, my sex reacted with a flood of heat. Corrine jumped but then she arched again and relaxed into the position; I was close enough to hear her pleading whimpers. Another crack and the whole crowd leaned forward.
"Corrine and I have been playing together for a while," Alex said in a very calm voice. "So, I know she's a horny little minx." She cracked the crop again and Corrine moaned loud enough for anyone to hear. "She likes it when I start hard and go harder." Another crack. And another.
She stepped around to Corrine's front and ran the crop tip over her skin, teasing it near her pelvis but never going lower. "She doesn't even really need me to touch her, she gets off so much on the whipping." There were a couple of little slaps on her lower belly. "You do, don't you?" Alex asked in a stern voice.
"Yes, I do." Corrine's voice was almost a whimper.
Alex returned to Corrine's backside. The crop found a rhythm and I could tell Corrine's ass was turning pink, even from where I stood, even in the soft light. She twitched up to meet the whip. Her face was flushed and sweating. Her eyes were closed. Her body moved like a dancer's.
"Look at the people watching," Alex instructed, the cracks coming faster and harder.
Corrine's eyes opened and swept the room. They rested on me for a moment and heat in my pelvis settled into a throb.
"You love the spectacle, don't you?" Alex demanded.
"Yes. I love it."
The cracks were like music. I felt like I was swaying to her rhythm, even though I was only watching. I wasn't alone, either. At least one man was openly jerking off. At least one woman was being fondled by another while they watched.
Another trickle of fluid ran down Corrine's thigh. "Please," she begged.
"Please?" Alex teased. "What do you want?"
"You know," Corrine whimpered.
"Hard and slow until you come?"
"Oh, God yes!"
She made Corrine wait a moment. Then, "You've been so good. Here's your treat."
The crop reduced its speed but doubled its strength. Corrine's face went red and the flush spread into her chest. Her body shook and she cried out in a hoarse voice. Alex didn't stop the whipping until her body went limp.
Alex tucked her crop back into her boot and unbound Corrine's legs. Her knees wobbled. When Corrine's arms were released someone in the crowd started to clap. Soon we all were.
Alex showed that very sexy smile. Her eyes found mine. "I'll be here from eleven until two if anyone would like a taste of what I do."
She led Corrine away. It felt like those of us watching took a collective breath. It was almost like the room was humid with sex and arousal. That was the grand finale and it didn't disappoint. Slowly, most of the crowd moved to the exits.
Tina turned to me. "That was un-fucking-believable. I love this place."
Before I could answer, a man spoke from behind us. "So, does that mean you're staying?" We both turned and Brad, the bouncer, smiled at Tina. He had changed out of his business clothes and now wore jeans and a very tight, white t-shirt that stretched across his chest.
Tina looked at me. "Can we?"
My heart beat a little harder but I kept my voice nonchalant. "Your call. You drove."
She looked back at Brad. "Yes, I'm staying."
"I'll go take care of the admission," I said.
"Don't worry," he said. "It's your first time here, right?" We both nodded. "It's on the house. I love an adventurous first timer," he said, looking at Tina who grinned. Then he turned to me. "We should be about an hour."
"Take your time."
He took her to a piece of equipment in the back corner of the room, pretty far away from Alex's seat-less chair. I went back to the tables, absent mindedly looking through the different bottles of lube. I glanced up and Alex was there, next to her equipment, looking at me. A man came over to talk to her. She smiled at him, but it was a polite smile. I could read her lips when she said, 'Later' and he walked away. She looked back at me.
I'm not sure there was really any choice involved; I walked towards her before I really decided to do so. When I stood in front of her, she opened the collar on my silky blouse an additional button and touched the leather necklace, her fingers brushing my skin. She leaned closer to me.
"I was right. This is beautiful on you."
"Thank you," I told her, liking her touch. "So how does this work?" I asked.
"First tell me your name."
"Melinda. Mel, usually."
She undid another of the buttons on my blouse. "Well, Melinda, I like seeing a woman come while she's accepting pain. That's what I'm going to do to you."
I met her eyes. "Yes, please."
There was that sexy smile again. She undid another button. "What were the safe words in the demonstration?"
"Red and yellow."
She opened another button; I only had two left. "Don’t be afraid to use them. Understand?"
"I do."
She undid my last two buttons, slid my blouse over my shoulders, and hung it over a chair. "I want Corrine to fuck you with her mouth. That will give me the chance to focus on the rest of you." I hadn't even so much as kissed another woman but there wasn't a single part of me that wanted to say no.
"Do what you like. I'll tell you if it's too much."
"Keep talking like that, and I'm taking you home with me."
She looked over my shoulder and nodded. Then she pulled down my bra cups; my breasts were exposed to anyone who wanted to see them. A couple of people glanced my way; my throbbing need intensified.
In a moment there was another pair of hands on me, Soft fingers on my bare back and soft lips on my shoulder. I glanced back and caught a glimpse of Corrine's blonde hair. "I saw you watching us," she whispered in my ear from behind. "It was really hot, seeing you so turned on."
Alex pushed my leather skirt up to my hips and felt underneath. She looked over my shoulder. "She's overdressed. Help her out."
Corrine hooked delicate fingers into my panties and stripped them away while Alex played with my nipples, smiling at my breathlessness. When Corrine's lips were on my shoulder again, Alex said. "Bind her arms."
Corrine pulled my two arms together behind my back and put something cloth over them both. "This is a restraint. It's called a sleeve," she said. It felt like she pulled lacing tight, forcing my arms together behind my back from wrist to elbow, thrusting my breasts out. Alex, in front of me, continued to play with my nipples; they couldn't have gotten harder. Then, she drew me to the chair.
It was a curious contraption. The seat was a good three feet off of the ground. In fact, there was a step for getting up there. But it didn't take long for me to figure out why it was designed that way; Corrine fit perfectly on her knees underneath. It would wrench her neck to use her mouth from that angle, but I suspected that the discomfort was part of the pleasure for them.
Alex helped me up and pulled me forward until my sex dangled through the hole and my skirt was bunched around my hips. She secured my dangling legs to the legs of the chair, I became acutely aware of two things: that my aching, wet sex was like low-hanging fruit, vulnerably exposed and at Corrine's mercy. Also, that a group of five people had stopped to watch.
Alex pulled my face even with hers. "You focus on me. Don't worry about them."
My bound arms forced my posture erect and my pelvis tilted down. Alex pulled the riding crop out of her boot; she put the soft loop of leather under my chin. She trailed the crop down my neck, over my left breast, circling the nipple, and down my torso to my inner thigh.
Through the hole in the seat, fingers separated me. I felt hot breath against me. Then the tongue started, circling the outside edge of my sex, coming nowhere near where I needed her to. Alex watched me, caressing my inner thigh with the crop. It was delicious and nowhere near enough.
I whimpered. Alex answered with a stinging slap from the crop to my thigh. "Shhh," she hushed. It sent a thrill over me.
Fingers entered me. I couldn't say how many, but more than one. I stifled my moan; she slapped my thigh again. The jolt went straight to my sex. I looked down at where she had struck, seeing little pink blooms on my skin, then back up to Alex. Her lips were parted; her breasts bubbled even a little further out of her corset as her breathing grew heavier.
She started striking my inner thighs in little licks, slapping and moving. It stung but mostly it concentrated my attention to the V of my legs and what was happening between them. It could have been purely psychological, but it seemed that those lips knew how to tease me better than any that had ever tried: sliding over where I wanted her to stop, using softness where I needed a harsh tongue, and circling and circling, just outside of my core. Fingers moved in and out of me at a lazy pace. That, in addition to the flutter of slaps, left my sex contracting around the penetration, wordlessly begging for more.
The slapping stopped and the caress of leather resumed, tracing soft lines from one thigh, over my lower belly, lifting my bunched skirt, and to the other thigh. She pinched my chin with gloved fingers and leaned in close. "Did that feel good?"
"Yes." My tone begged.
The crop's leather loop skimmed from my thigh, up my torso, to my breast. "Do you want more?"
"Yes, please."
Her lips pressed against mine once. The idea that I might have a shadow of her red lipstick on my mouth just aroused me more. Then, she nudged Corrine under my chair. A long, lush swipe of the tongue contacted every electric spot on my sex. In spite of her warning to be quiet, I moaned. Alex smiled.
Her crop circled my nipple, even as the soft flat of Corrine's tongue set up a rhythm with her thrusting fingers. The crop licked the side of my breast. My nipple ached in anticipation. Then, there were a series of slaps, getting ever closer to the place where it would hurt most. I wanted it and I didn't want it. The rhythm almost matched the stroke of the tongue.
The first slap to my nipple sent electricity to my sex. I arched my back more than my bound arms forced me to. Even with my legs bound, I managed to shift so even more of me hung through the hole in the chair.
Alex let out a long breath. Her face was flushed. She struck my nipple again. In the moment of pain, my arousal receded but in the instant afterwards, blood flooded to my groin, the touch between my legs seemed twice as intense, and my path to orgasm shortened. She struck me again and I moaned, leaning into it even more.
"I'm going to go harder," Alex said.
The thought of it made me both ache and cringe. "Yellow," I breathed.
The tongue between my legs slowed and became gentler; the crop on my nipple was replaced by Alex's gloved hand, massaging and working the flesh. It felt really good.
"Not harder," I managed. "Not yet."
Alex leaned into me again, her lips brushing mine again. The tongue resumed its rhythm against me and I moaned; my legs strained against the bonds, wanting to open wider. I pushed myself, as much as I could, into Corrine's mouth.
"You tell me when," Alex said. "Green is the word you use."
She circled her crop around the nipple of my other breast. Then, she started the light slaps, the leather loop skirting my nipple. I arched but she avoided where it would hurt me the most. The tongue between my legs was now relentless. If I had been able to open my legs all the way, I already would have been hurtling into orgasm. But, because of the uncomfortable position, I needed more stimulation.
I watched Alex, seeing a mist of sweat break through her make-up. Her perfect, red lips were just slightly smudged. "Please," I said to her.
She circled my nipple with the crop. Then, she slapped it more lightly than she had before. It still sent a sweet current of electricity to my sex. "Like this?" she said, her voice a sexy purr.
"Yes, like that."
She smacked me again. I couldn't hold back the throaty moan. And again. Corrine wasn't just licking me anymore: she was mouthing and nipping and rubbing her face into me. I climbed to another level. I strained against my binds and moaned in a breathy voice. I knew I was going to come. I was just about to come.
I met Alex's eyes. "Green."
The crack of the crop was simultaneous with my plateau. I clenched and she struck me again, just as hard. My orgasm sent blood rushing to my head and my fingers and my toes. "Oh!" I cried out and she struck me again. And again. I pulsed and moaned with the cracks, the pain stoking the pleasure.
I was shameless. I pressed myself against the hole in the chair and thrust out my breasts to Alex. The pleasure just didn't seem to ebb; the strokes on my sex grew harsher. The sharp strikes against my nipples just prolonged my orgasm. Then, finally, the shaking pleasure grew sensitive. The blows slopped. Corrine softened her stimulation and finally I felt what must have been a kiss against my still pulsing clit.
I could finally focus on Alex's face again. "Wow," I said breathlessly.
She massaged my breast like how she had my other one. "Wow, yourself," Alex said, her breathing heavy. I could smell her musky arousal mix with my sweetness. "Corrine's going to have a very nice rest of the night because of you."
Corrine unbound my legs, then my arms, and then stood in front of me, smirking, her face shiny with my wetness. She handed me my panties and I pulled them on under my skirt. When she went to retrieve my blouse, I looked down at my breasts. They were very pink and a little sore. I tucked them back into my bra.
"How do you feel?" Alex asked.
"Glad I came. Sorry it's over."
"That's what I like to hear."
I climbed down from the chair and accepted my blouse. People seemed to be lingering but I hadn't even noticed if anyone watched me come. Anyone but Alex, that is. I buttoned up and tucked in. I wonder if anyone looking at me outside of this place would know I just had public sex. Would it show on my face or in my walk?
"I'm here Fridays at eleven," Alex said to me, that sexy smile curling her lips.
I leaned into her, the way she had leaned into me all night. I kissed her cheek, liking that it was still damp with sweat. "I'll see you next week," I whispered. I smirked at Corrine as I walked away.
I was back at the tables, looking at the restraints with a lot more interest, when Tina showed back up. She was flushed with her hair mussed, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. "That was amazing," she said. "Thanks for waiting. You weren't too bored, were you?"
"No," I said, stifling my smile. "It was fine. I managed to amuse myself."
Cheryl
- 07.04.2020
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