Page 19 of Caged for Them

“What is this event all about?” Mari asked, pointing around the room. After our hard work, the restaurant looked quite different tonight, with a big buffet laid out in the main dining room. Small tables were still scattered about for seating, but we’d left much more room for people to mingle, and along the far wall we’d setup a row of tables for vendors. It was a private event, I knew, but Henry hadn’t told me what it was yet.

“I don’t even know and I helped move furniture all day,” I said. “He wouldn’t tell me.”

Henry’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “A local BDSM group asked if they could host a munch here. It’s a social gathering, where we can meet other people in the lifestyle. A few people who make and sell fetish gear will be here as well, at the tables we set up for vendors. I guess there aren’t any good places around to buy things, so they show up at the munches.”

“Ah,” Mari said, looking around, her eyes wide. “Interesting. Everyone looks pretty normal?”

I frowned. “Everyone is normal. We’re normal.”

She chuckled, rubbing her hand over mine. “Good point. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that I suppose I would have expected more leather and whips at an actual BDSM event.”

“The munch isn’t like a sex party or BDSM club. It’s just to meet and talk to others with similar interests, and to share information about events and the scene in the area. No one will be fucking, but I offered to work tonight in case we could find some things our pet needs.” He cupped my chin and lifted my mouth to his, kissing me tenderly.

“Is there an actual BDSM club in the area?” Mari asked, frowning.

“Yeah,” Henry said. “It’s beneath the Meadow Grill, in the basement. They’ve sponsored tonight’s event.” We both turned to him, wide-eyed, and he raised his hands. “I didn’t know about it, either!”

Mari looked flustered, and I wondered just how much she wanted to go to a club like that. Would she be up for doing a scene with others watching? My body thrummed with excitement as I thought about the new possibilities this relationship afforded us, about being placed on display for a whole room full of people who would admire me, but know I was theirs. Was I ready for that? Were they?

I supposed it would be best to take things slow, to ease into the more intense parts of this lifestyle, most of which I only knew about from fantasy and research. We could start by exploring toys and sex positions in the privacy of Henry and Mari’s home and gradually move on as it made sense.

“Maybe we can get Jason a gift since he was such a good boy for you last night,” Henry said, as if reading my mind.

“A very good boy,” Mari said enthusiastically. I blushed, ducking my head, a little embarrassed, but pleased to have earned her approval. And I had no idea why that phrase, good boy, got me so fired up.

“Then let’s go check out these toy vendors and get him a present,” Henry said.

“Ooh, or a sex swing!” Mari’s eyes sparkled as she looked across the room, where a man was demonstrating how to lash a submissive to a St. Andrew’s Cross. “It’s really too bad we’re renting. I suppose the landlord wouldn’t take kindly to us adding a bunch of chains to the walls.”

Henry laughed. “I know you love bondage, babe, but maybe we’d better start with things that don’t require installation. A new flogger, or a collar for our pet?”

“Maybe,” I replied, touching my throat as I thought about wearing a symbol of their ownership at all times. My cock twitched as I imagined standing before the vendors here, admitting that I was a slave. I wondered just how much Mari loved bondage. There was so much I didn’t know about them, and so much that I was eager to learn.

I’d never been to anything like this before, but soon learned that no one here cared if I belonged to two people. Everyone was here because they loved a specific kink, and all were welcome.

Though most people were socializing, there were quite a few tables with vendors along one wall, and I wandered over there, looking at one of the floggers, which appeared to be hand-crafted of some kind of soft hide. The woman at the table smiled.

“Pick it up, get a feel for it.” She pushed the flogger towards me, and I touched the supple hide, imagining what it would feel like when Henry hit me with it. Would it leave my ass nice and marked up, red from his lashing. I couldn’t explain why I’denjoyed the pain of his spanking yesterday, but I knew I wanted to explore that more.

“Do you make these yourself?” I asked.

“Yes! I think handcrafted is best with floggers. I got into it with my own submissive, because working the hide myself allows me to get the perfect feel. Then someone asked me to make one for them, and the rest is history!”

“I didn’t know it would feel like this,” I said, gently hitting my palm with it, imagining what it would be like against my more sensitive skin.

“It’s great to be able to handle it. We could use a good sex shop in the valley somewhere,” she said, smiling. She was really nice. I wouldn’t have expected it of someone who made and played with whips.

“Is that why you’re here?”

“Yes, I sell on Etsy too, but I find letting people see the product in person helps explain the quality difference of handmade items, you know?”

“That makes sense,” I said, smiling.

“That’s why Carl started inviting more vendors to his munch events. Do you have a special someone you’d like to use this on?” My cheeks reddened as I glanced towards Henry and Mari, andher eyes shifted, softening. “Or a special someone you’d like to use this on you?”

I set it down, catching Henry’s eye across the room. Even from here, I could see the way his eyes darkened as he spotted the toy I’d been handling. “Only when I’ve been bad,” I admitted. “But I think I’d like it even when I’ve been good.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “My husband is the same way. Sometimes, I don’t know if it’s punishment orfunishment. Well, maybe talk to your dom and see what he thinks. I’ll be here for a while.”

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