Page 44 of What About Love

After a few silent moments, she turned to him. “Please, tell me about the carousel.”

He took her hand and led her over. “All set?” he inquired of the staff member who was latching the large unit into place.

“Yes, sir. We’ll need to break it down in thirty minutes.”

“I understand. Thank you.”

The man left and T, with a silent Angie in his wake, walked to the very center of the circle. He bent and raised a trapdoor. With the flip of a switch, a control panel telescoped up to waist level.

“Stay next to me until we stop moving,” he ordered and pressed a button. She grabbed his arm as the center section moved. When it stood about fifteen feet above the main floor, it stopped. T flipped another switch, and it slowly revolved.

“They used center stage for demonstrations or special event nights. Like with arena theater, any scene carried out here can be seen from most any point on both the main and second floors. The equipment the men just set up, especially for us, is the carousel.”

He smiled softly at the look in her luminous eyes, having grown wide with both shock and wonder as she took in the six interconnected benches in the center ring. Padded kneelers and wide top rails ensured the sub’s comfort while plenty of eye bolts, chains, and restraints secure the sub. The inward-facing benches provided the crowd with a spectacular view of each sub’s bare ass, and then some, as they slowly rotated by. Behind each bench was a fixed stool.

“Okay.” Her voice cracked, and she swallowed audibly. “I get why it’s called the carousel, but what is it for?”

“Primarily, it’s for public punishment.”

Angie’s “Oh my god!” came out smothered because of the hand that flew to her mouth.

“Violators of club rules can be assigned punishment on the carousel. They hold it every Saturday night if they have six naughty subs in need of correction. They are strapped down, and the member who has sentenced them for a ride, a dom of course, takes the rear stool. As the bound subs rotate on the wheel to each station, the dominants administer a series of six pre-selected punishments—all at the same time. So, six bottoms are paddled simultaneously, or six vibes are applied to six clits, six plugs inserted, and so on. You get the idea.”

Angie continued to gape at the benches surrounding her, rendered speechless other than repeating, “Oh my god!”

“Most subs feel like you do, and avoid this like the plague. There are some who get off on it. Usually it’s reserved for major rule violations, disrespect—”

“I’m screwed.”

He stifled a laugh, continuing as if she hadn’t interrupted, “Or disobeying a DM. The aggrieved party is usually satisfied because they get to choose the punishment and take part in it.”

“Six offended doms.”

“True.”

“What about committed partners? Their doms simply stand by and let them get whacked and otherwise punished by six strange men.” She gasped. “Is there—?”

“No,” he interjected, her next question a natural conclusion. “Fucking during carousel isn’t allowed. And everything else that occurs is discussed and agreed upon in advance.”

She relaxed a little. “The dom simply stands by and watches? What if it’s his own sub, or his wife?”

“I told you LA was edgier. Most of the players enjoy sharing and group play, so it isn’t often an issue. And the doms usually join in anyway.”

“How so?” she asked, eyeing the ring of benches once again.

“They are usually at the head of the bench, observing, protecting, and...”

“And?”

“Getting sucked off.”

Her face paled.

“You don’t have to do this, Angie. We’ll attract his attention in other ways.”

“All four victims rode the carousel before their abduction.”

“Yes, but we’ll find another way.”

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