Page 21 of Interview with a Sadist
Nolan smirks. “Of course.”
He takes me by the hand and turns to the man by the curtain, who pulls it out of the way so we can step through. The second we’re inside, I understand why Nolan gave me a warning. As expected, there are both men and women in the room, but what I didn't expect is for virtually everyone to be naked. There are loveseats and tables scattered about the large space, and all of the naked people are seated at the tables using toys on each other, but these toys aren’t the same as the ones in the main hall. One couple has feathers and blindfolds, another is using ice, while a woman is pouring candle wax on her man at another couch. There’s even a couple using some sort of electrostimulation on each other. It’s all a sight to see, and while it’s a little jarring to see naked strangers all around you, I still find myself curious about what all of this must feel like. There must be a driving force behind why someone would want to do this, and I’m dying to know what it is.
“What do you think?” Nolan asks, and I suddenly feel the sting of his eyes staring at the side of my face.
“It’s mesmerizing,” I admit. “I’ve never seen anything like this. I didn't even know BDSM had a soft side like this. What’s that over there?”
I point to an interracial couple at the far end of the room, and Nolan gently pulls my hand down.
“Try not to point,” he says with a light chuckle, before adding, “They’re using a Wartenberg wheel, also known as a pinwheel. It’s a metal disc covered in sharp spikes. It’s meant to be used gently, although some people like it a bit rougher.”
“Meaningyoulike to use it rougher, Mr. Sadist,” I say, and Nolan smiles from ear to ear.
“You’re catching on.”
“I guess I am,” I reply, grinning at the smile still on his lips. “Now, take me to the next room, please.”
“Absolutely. Follow me.”
Once again, Nolan takes me by the hand and acts as my guide as we exit the sensation room, bypass another guard in front of a black curtain, and step into a room filled with the erotic moans of men and women.
“Oh, my god,” I whisper to myself as I take in the scene. “What room is this?”
“This is the edging room,” Nolan answers. “All of the toys you see being used have condoms on them, and they’ll be sanitized after each use. Here, everyone is allowed to utilize the toys, but no one is allowed to orgasm. If you orgasm in this room, you’ll be kicked out. Penetration with the toys is allowed, but again, it’s about control and composure. Everyone must always abide by the rules.”
“Wow,” I say, for what feels like the thousandth time this evening.
I look across the room and see multiple women using rose vibrators on other women, and men having Fleshlight masturbators stroked up and down their erect penises. My eyes bulge at the depravity of it all, but I’m stunned into silence. Directly in front of me, a woman pinches her lips together and grasps at the cloth covering her couch, before her partner pulls the vibrator away, granting her temporary relief from the tension before starting over again. I can just tell from looking at them that they are going to tear each other apart when they get home. Hell, I’d be surprised if they made it out of the parking lot.
“Did you think of all of this yourself?” I ask, still staring at the beautiful women in front of me.
“Yes,” Nolan answers. “There are a lot of kinks out there, and I wanted to capture my favorites.”
“You definitely captured them,” I say, surprising both of us.
“Which is your favorite?” Nolan inquires, and I look at him without knowing what to say. Clearly I’ve been paying attention to the things taking place in each room, but I can’t pick a favorite. At least, not based on observation.
“It’s hard to say,” I reply. “Watching and experiencing are very different things.”
“Have you experienced any of them?”
No, but I’m starting to really think I’d like to. However, all I manage to say is, “No.”
After watching me momentarily, Nolan says, “There’s one more room I’d like to show you. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I respond, and Nolan takes me by the hand and whisks me away again.
The final room on this tour of deviancy looks more like an auditorium. There are rows of seats starting just behind the curtain, leading to an elevated platform at the front that looks a lot like a stage. The chairs are filled with quiet onlookers, while the stage is occupied by three people—a man and two women—engaging in a threesome. My eyes bulge as I witness the man pounding into a blonde from behind, while she buries her face between the legs of a redhead, all three of them sending their moans out into the crowd. I take a look around, and while some couples are kissing or inconspicuously caressing each other, no one is masturbating or having sex in the seats. Every person has their eyes glued to the stage, and you can feel the sexual tension in the room growing thicker with each gasp of pleasure coming from the front.
“This is voyeurism,” Nolan informs me in a whisper. “No penetration of any kind is allowed in this room unless you're on the stage, and the stage itself is reserved for VIP members only.”
“What makes someone VIP?” I ask, my eyes never leaving the show on the stage. The man spanks the ass of the blonde, and I bite my lip as if he just hit me.
“They have to have been in the lifestyle for over five years,” Nolan explains. “They pay a monthly fee, and they pass an in-person interview with me. This particular group is a throuple, and they’re all in a committed relationship with each other. We call this the main stage, and it’s reserved for members who want to put their dynamic on display for the world to see, as an example of how incredible a BDSM relationship can be. As outlandish as it may seem in a place like this, if you're not in love with your partner, you will not grace the main stage. I want my patrons to witness BDSM being fulfilled properly, where it reaches greater heights than just kinkiness. Love does exist in this lifestyle, and I want to make sure it is witnessed.”
Once again, I find myself mouthing the word, “Wow,” just as the two women on stage kiss each other passionately. One of them whispers the wordsI love youinto the ear of the other, and they embrace as the man backs away and watches them with pure adoration in his gaze. You can practically see the love wafting off the three of them, and I shake my head as I realize Nolan is right. Even to a perfect stranger, I can tell these three people are in love with each other.
We step out of the main stage room and come to a stop just outside the curtain, where Nolan turns to face me.
