Chase
Boston
Evan was completely silent as he clung to my hand. To his credit, he handled the whole situation well, watching our surroundings with wide eyes.
“Usually, it’s standing room only with Grace’s performances. Let’s snag some space along the wall to keep you two out of the spotlight.” Emory confidently led us down a hallway to a door that was painted bright red. Talia walked directly behind him, her hand resting on his lower back and her head bowed.
Nathan signaled to Mara with his hand, and she stepped into line with him, staggered slightly behind him off to the side. “Come.”
It had always interested me to watch the dynamic of the Dom/sub relationships you saw at these things. Em and Nathan were subtle about how they expected their subs to behave. They didn’t use leashes and there was no crawling across the floor. Just firm, direct commands and subtle submissive mannerisms.
I was willing to bet that was why Nathan was not here with Grace tonight. She loved humiliation and very overt displays of physical submission.
Emory gestured us over to the far corner. He and Nathan acted as a barrier between Evan, myself, and the rest of the room.
Grace worked quickly. She led Stephen into the packed room with a metal-studded leash, drawing whispers from the people surrounding us. He’d also gained a new accessory, a bright red ball gag with leather straps.
Grace made a huge production of leading him on stage, his motions cat-like. She led him over to a raised, narrow pedestal platform with short chains with leather buckled wrist cuffs attached to either side.
He slowly rose after she snapped her fingers above his head and bent himself over the platform with his arms down at his sides. She made quick work of the cuffs and scratched his scalp after she was done. He still had the leather pants on and was shirtless.
Evan gasped as Grace walked to the side of the stage and grabbed a small hand whip with a leather tail.
“You doing okay?” I asked quietly, and he nodded, eyes wide. His focus was on Grace, but he glanced down at me and squeezed my hand. Evan’s grip on my hand tightened as we watched the first crack of her whip against the middle of Stephen’s back.
It arched in an almost painful manner as he groaned against the ball gag in his mouth. She continued with several quicker snaps, dark pink lines forming on the exposed skin with each strike.
Stephen remained completely motionless the rest of the time she worked him over without even moaning.
We all held our breath as she stepped back and pressed her heeled boot onto the seat of his pants. This forced him over the platform’s edge, his ass sticking up in the air as his arms stretched against his sides, bound to the platform by his leather cuffs.
Grace knelt behind him and released a set of snaps on the back of his leather pants, exposing a sliver of his ass. She stood back up and sauntered to a chest at the corner of the stage. She pulled a few things from inside of it and returned to her bound sub.
Evan gasped again from beside me as she uncapped a bottle of lube and squirted it over the edge of the large L-shaped phallic instrument.
“That’s a pegging dildo,” Emory commented.
My eyes widened as I watched her slip it under her skirt and inside herself while we all stood there. Even Talia—who had a very successful sex toy blog—looked a little stunned at Grace’s performance.
The large faux appendage jutted out under her short dress, aimed directly at the exposed Stephen.
“Barbie,” Evan whimpered in my ear as he pulled me against his side, pushing his face into my hair. Obviously, the thought of being the target of a large dildo was not on his list of okayed scene simulations.
As Stephen’s muffled groans filled the air, I could see Evan peeking through my hair, an intense look on his face. For another five minutes, we watched Grace manipulate her new pet for her enjoyment, ending in him laying across his platform a hot, sweaty mess.
“You still with us?” Emory asked as he looked at a shell-shocked Evan.
“Yes,” he answered quietly with a single nod and an exaggerated bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. I was happy he hadn’t run out of here screaming yet. Watching a pegging your first time out was enough to traumatize any person new to the scene, much less an outside observer.
We stayed for another two hours, quietly observing demonstrations of both female Dommes and male Doms from the same back corner. Evan didn’t talk. He simply quietly watched with wide eyes, never releasing my hand. He let out the occasional gasp but hadn’t whispered our safe word to me again since Grace was on the stage.
She hadn’t approached us after her performance, but I saw her staring intently at Evan’s reactions. I could tell she was intrigued by him.
“You joining us back at the studio?” Emory asked as we prepared to leave.
I glanced at Evan, who shook his head once, making significant eye contact. “No, I think we’ll catch an Uber back to my place.” I pulled out my phone and requested one as we all followed Em toward the exit.
The group waited with us until our ride showed up, Talia giving us each a big hug before they retreated to their own hired car service.