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After going into the bathroom to clean himself, he returned with a warm, damp washcloth to clean Laura, too. When they were both clean and dry, he lay down with her and pulled the comforter over them. They fell asleep in each other’s arms, concluding a perfect Christmas night.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

“What would you like to do for New Year’s Eve?” James asked as he stood behind Laura in the kitchen, playing with her breasts. She fidgeted, a bit aroused and a bit annoyed. Damn the man, asking her a question and then distracting her.

“I don’t know. Usually, I spend it with Dad and go visit Suzie and the kids on January 1st. But this year, Dad and Mrs. Shepherd have plans. Suzie invited me over, but I told her I wanted to find out about your plans first. Do you have any suggestions?”

James smirked. “Chris and I have a tradition of spending our New Year’s Eves at Club Indigo. I was hoping you and I could go together this year? You know most of the members; you’ve met them at the munches.” He turned her in his arms, his expression serious. “Don’t you think it’s about time?”

Laura thought about what it would be like to go to a BDSM club. Over the last few months, she and James had explored many of her fantasies and things she had neverdreamed about. James was devious and inventive and kept her on her toes, both in the bedroom and outside of it. She wasn’t sure how she felt about playing in public, being naked and bound in front of people. She didn't know which frightened her more – being that vulnerable with friends or strangers.

James tipped back her head with his index fingers under her chin, his thumbs stroking her cheeks. “Talk to me. What’s going on in your beautiful head?”

Laura answered him promptly, explaining her concerns and fears. At first, being this open with him had been strange, but she was getting used to it – even craving these moments with him.

James nodded his understanding, “The way I look at it you have two choices – stay away from the club and wonder what it would be like, or take the plunge and go. We could play or we could hang out with our friends. It’s all casual and low key and people in the lifestyle are refreshingly non-judgmental.”

“What could I expect if we did go?” She leaned into his touch.

“First of all, every scene is negotiated. Safewords are in place and ‘red’ is universal, no matter what safeword people might have agreed on between themselves. Since you’ll be entering the club as my sub, you’ll be off limits to other Doms. People might – probably will – watch if we scene. But nobody can touch you without my permission.” His eyebrows knitted together. “Believe me when I say I feel territorial about you.”

Laura blinked at that. Touching her? “Isn’t sharing more for swingers?" she blurted and turned beet red.

James roared with laughter. “I love how I can stillmake you blush, my dirty girl.” He swooped in to claim her lips.

Laura sighed and melted into him. Sadly, he broke the kiss quickly and left her wanting.

“Of course, there will be a lot of nudity,” he continued, as if he hadn’t just made her feel like there was liquid fire coursing through her veins. “There is a lot of BDSM play and plenty of voyeurs who enjoy watching. The club has some equipment – spanking benches, spider webs, St. Andrew’s crosses – I think might you like. Some stuff is more extreme than what we’ve done – Indigo has some hard-core sadists – but blood play, golden showers and scat play are prohibited in the club, and needless to say, everyone involved must not only be willing but able to consent in the eyes of the law, and anyone who disagrees with that rule is immediately and permanently banned.”

Shuddering, Laura remembered some people in the lifestyle liked to cut. While the act didn’t appeal to her, it made a little sense if she thought back to the filmThe Secretary. The female lead had hurt herself badly and her sadistic boss quelled her need. But scat play? Golden showers? Why people would want to be used as a toilet was a total mystery to her.

But Laura had an even bigger concern. “Will there be any pictures or videos taken?”

“Good question,” he praised. “Sometimes people request recording or photography. It’s always negotiated ahead of time, including the purpose of the material. It could be for a private collection, for posting on Fetlife or for a broader audience like a book. In most cases, the participants use a private room. If they do engage in public play, the area is cordoned off so that people can go around without appearing on camera. In all cases, anyonewho does appear on camera must consent to their image being used, or it’s a no-go. Sneaking pics or videos is a bannable offense. All members have to check their phones at the door.”

That’s a relief.“Would we do a scene in public and have sex for others to see?” Laura wanted to know.

James eyes looked into her soul. “Would you like to?”

Laura colored bright red. “I’m not sure. I’m kind of private. But …”

“You’re also curious and a bit turned on by the thought?” he finished her sentence.

“Yes.” Laura admitted. “That, too.”

“It can be quite stimulating knowing people are watching and getting worked up by seeing you,” James said mildly.

“So wewouldhave sex in public?” She still couldn’t wrap her head around the idea.

“I’d like to say that as your Dominant, it is my prerogative to decide, but ultimately it is your decision, Laura.” He pressed her head against his chest.

She relaxed into him. “Because I have my safeword, Sir?”

“Because you have your safeword,” he confirmed.

After thinking about the club for a couple of days, Laura decided to go. She told herself she was being ridiculous as she fidgeted with the skirt of her black dress. Anticipation coursed through her veins. Her chest felt lighter, as if a vibrant energy was pulsing within her. The world around her seemed to sharpen, her senses heightened as she absorbed every detail of the moment. Her breath came inquick, shallow gasps, and her heart thumped in her chest, matching the rhythm of her racing thoughts. It was a mindboggling mix of exhilaration and apprehension, a thousand times more than just waiting for her first munch had been.

Yesterday, she called Julie for advice and learned it was quite normal to arrive in street clothes and go in the club wearing normal stuff. Some people opted to change in the locker rooms, and some went in naked or in lingerie. Usually there was a regular dress code of fetwear or lingerie for the subs. Sometimes there was a theme like Western Night or 1001 Arabian Nights; the music, food and attire would be coordinated to the theme.

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