Page 3 of Spare the Rod

“This is my first night, I just want to observe. Do you happen to have one I can borrow?” I grimaced, looking awkward. He must have taken pity on me as he nodded his head.

“I understand,monsieur. I think we have one left behind you may borrow.” He looked behind his podium and came up grinning. “This black mask will look dashing on you.”

“Thank you.” I accepted the mask and slipped it into place, somehow the anonymity of it giving me more confidence. Her words rang in my ears.It's so freeing to not be judged. No one cares who or what you are.

I pause just past the threshold to take in the giant ballrooms opulence, still shocked at the sight before me. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their rainbow lights dancing along the walls and floors in a tantalizing pattern that mesmerizes me. Trapeze artists flew back and forth through the air, effortlessly from one perch to the other. Their paths should have made them crash into one another, but as if by magic, they soared by one another to land on the other’s perch. The only thing covering their lithe bodies were orange striped cat ears and long, matching tails, attached to what could only be butt plugs. At the realization of what held them in place I forced myself to look away, my cheeks heating in embarrassment. I should not be here.

The walls had cozy little nooks, big enough for three or four people, clearly for activities of all sorts. Some with couches and some with simple hooks on the wall. My mind could conjure up ideas of all sorts of things on what they could be for. As I made my way further into the room and spotted a collard woman tied to one of the clips, I began to see exactly what some of the club members used them for.

Tall silver candelabras lit a large dance area in the middle of the ballroom where people of a variety of looks all mingled together. No one cared what the rest of the people were doing, they were all too lost in each other to pay mind to what anyone else was doing. Some were simply dancing and having a good time, others were in a power dynamic, dancing, and some were borderline having sex in the middle of the dance floor. It left me speechless, and if I were not curious about the rest of the place, I would have likely stood rooted to the spot.

“Like what you see?” A tall female purred in my ear, her hand running up my arm.

“It intrigued me. But I’m looking for someone.”

“Aren’t we all?” Her voice was low and seductive.

I chuckled and peeled myself from her. “Enjoy your night.” As I moved away the scent of jasmine and sex hit my nose, somehow the mixture turning me on, again images of the woman pinned beneath me flitting through my mind.

I stopped as a tall, beautiful woman passed by and I saw a man pause in front of her, the man demanding the one next to her demanding, “Kneel for the Queen of Hearts.”

The woman arched an eyebrow, looking every bit royalty as she looked down at them. The man bowed his head, tightening his grip on a chain that’s attached to a collar circled around a beautiful woman’s slender neck. I felt guilty watching, but I couldn’t force myself to look away, no matter how much I wanted to. The woman on the chain had teardrop shaped breasts with neon yellow painted over her areolas. Pink neon paint covered the apex between her thighs and she played the part of a submissive, pleasing her master with honoring this Queen of Hearts.

“Your Majesty.” Pouty cherry red lips stretched into a smile as she stopped and bowed low, her breasts dragging along the floor, her dark hair framing her face and hitting the floor along with the motion. Her partner stroked her hair and praised her before pulling her up and disappearing into the crowd. The Queen of Hearts looked pleased before she moved on and disappeared, snapping me from my stupor and I moved on, continuing to study the crowd, looking for the person I came for.

Nude servers, painted as playing cards, all in the suit of hearts, moved about the room carrying trays filled with cocktails and bottles of water, taking orders from everyone. They were completely efficient, moving between people seated at tables, couches, or dancing on the floors. For this type of establishment, it seemed to be very well run.

This place seemed to go on forever, so now, how did I go about finding one person? More so, one person with a mask covering their face?

Chapter Two

As I passed through the main ballroom, the bass of the music pumped through me, the beat making my adrenaline soar as I anticipated finding her, the images of my dreams coming to life before me as men and women shamelessly flirted and displayed themselves before everyone. Some members sat having dinner as if it were the most normal thing to have their subs at their feet, feeding them, petting their heads affectionately, others danced, but to my surprise there was even more as I moved deeper into the club. Couples openly had sex, tying one another up, pinning each other to the leather sofas or walls, or even leading each other around on leashes. In one area of the club, it seemed there was even a display specifically for rope tying, shibari, to show how it was done. It was fantasies gone wild and just like she said, no one cared or judged.

I swallowed hard as I scanned the crowd for her familiar face. I wouldn’t be able to see the whole thing, but those lips… I would recognize them anywhere. The music died down as I entered a hall, and I noted there were rooms with numbers, I assumed to allow for privacy for the members. If she were in any of them, I would be out of luck. I would have no way of knowing if she were inside or not.

About halfway down the hall, a group of people had gathered, watching through a large window, and it was enough to have my curiosity piqued, so I allowed myself to head that direction. Maybe it would help lead me to her, because at the moment, I had nothing to go by.

They all stared transfixed through a huge pane of glass at whatever was on the other side, so I turned with them, not prepared for what was on the other side.

Her.

Long, wavy blonde hair spilled over the bench she was on, just long enough to touch the ground. Strapped to the bench with her body on full display for everyone to see, the only thing covering her was the small silver mask she was required to wear. Her chest heaved, but I could tell it wasn’t from distress, it was from her arousal. If her body language didn’t give it away, the way her sweet center glistened would have given it away. Those perfect, soft lips parted in a sweet ‘O’ I had imagined wrapped around me way too many times. There was no doubt it was her, though, and the idea of watching the man in the room with her bring her such sweet pleasure instantly had me rock hard, eager to watch. Even if I wanted it to be my hands on her instead.

“She is sensational, isn’t she?” a woman next to me asked, surprising me.

“Indeed,” I answered, never dragging my eyes from her. “Who is she?” I still didn’t know her name, she never gave it at church, only came for confession and that was it.

“It’s rare we use our real names here, and if people chose to, no one would know that either. Even so, no one knows hers. She doesn’t give one, real or otherwise, and no one asks.”

I nodded, understanding after hearing her preference of anonymity for months now. We fell into silence as the man started moving up and down her body, his fingers tracing the delicate lines of her flesh, her breath hitching as he paused and pinched a nipple, her gasps of pleasure audible through the small speakers stationed on either sides of the window.

It was like the sounds were for me as he moved lower, tracing her abs, moving to her core, that sweet slick pussy before he slapped it once, telling her what a good girl she was. The long moan that escaped her reverberated through me and I had to remind myself to breathe as I grew dizzy watching the scene unfold in front of me.

The man took out a wand, tapping it against her clit, alternating between holding it for long periods and short taps. The ties at her wrists held her firmly in place as she writhed beneath him, her pleas for him to let her come falling on deaf ears as he stopped just short of her climax each time, driving her higher and higher.

“Please,” she begged, her moans making goosebumps raise on my flesh, her hips coming off the table as she sought out her pleasure against the wand.

“Please what?” he demanded.

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