“I do.” He slipped the black band on his wrist and took her left arm.
“These help Doms know the sub’s interests.” He slipped a white one on her wrist. “A pure white band means you’re a new member and not allowed to play yet.”
“Yours is black.”
“It’s for a club Master.”
“So much terminology. I’ll never remember it all.”
“I don’t expect you to. Not tonight. Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”Be confident. You are in control.
“My brave Crystal.” Jordan guided her over to the first area. “Massage tables.”
“Probably the most vanilla thing in here.”
Jordan’s husky laugh sent a quiver of awareness over her skin.
“You are learning the vocabulary. Yes and no. It is used to give massages and to help both Doms and subs relax. But it’s also used for fire cupping.”
Crystal tilted her head. “Fire cupping sounds dangerous.”
“It’s very relaxing.” He guided her to the next area, which was larger. There were several pieces of equipment. “Bondage and spanking area.”
She took a deep breath at the thought of being tied up and at Jordan’s mercy. “How popular is this area?”
“Very. Thursday night is usually pretty light.”
“Then why open the club?”
“If we have new members, this would be class night. We’d have to be here anyway, so we figured why not open. Some of our members like to come on less crowded nights.”
They moved again. This area was much larger, taking up most of one wall. Crystal swallowed.
“The flogging area.” Jordan nodded to a couple who were at one of the stations. “St. Andrew’s crosses, bondage horses, and the wheel.”
“What is the wheel? I’ve never seen anything like that.”
“The wheel is an interesting piece of equipment.” He guided her closer to it.
“It almost looks like a spider web,” she said, trying to control her breathing. She hadn’t expected this to be so arousing. Her skin tingled under his touch.
“Easier to catch you in my web,” Jordan whispered. “Basically,” he continued. “You can restrain a sub to the wheel and flog or tease. There is also a pin that allows the wheel to move, for even more fun.”
The sound of something hitting flesh caused Crystal to jump and turn her head. The couple Jordan nodded to had moved to the St. Andrew’s cross. The man had a flogger in his hand.
“Would you like to watch?”
“Not now.” Crystal hoped her voice was steady.
“All right.” He led her to the big wooden structure. “This is called a bondage system, but we refer to it as ‘The Tormentor’.”
This time, Crystal couldn’t repress the tingles going through her body. Jordan slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her to his side.
“It was named by the subs here in the club. The wooden sections can be moved around so one can place their sub in several different poses. There are the usual stocks for neck and arms as well as cock and ball stocks.”
“Ouch,” she whispered.