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ChapterThirteen
My heart lodged in my throat as the curtain fluttered closed behind us.I tried to take in every sight, sound, and sensation, but I couldn’t.I was in BDSM overload.Having read about dungeons, it was plain to see that their friend—Michael, Mika, Mitchell; hell, I couldn’t remember his name—had spared no expense.The club was gorgeous, and massive.Numerous stations lined the walls, each occupied with subs enjoying a plethora of sensations by their Masters and Mistresses.
Dozens of tables filled the center of the room, each adorned in ambient candlelight, where members sat, watching and talking in low voices while sipping drinks.The sweet scent of leather, combined with the musky tinges of sex, hung heavy in the air.
Dylan stowed my coat, then he and Nick ushered me toward a gleaming mahogany bar, waving and smiling to members along the way.A tiny blonde woman with twinkling blue eyes and enormous boobs moved efficiently behind the long counter, filling plastic cups with ice, sodas, and juices.
Nick leaned in and whispered against my ear.“That’s Sammie.She’s our resident Domme and bar Mistress extraordinaire.Come on, let’s get a drink.”
I nodded, still trying to absorb the fact that I was actually inside a BDSM club.As we sat down on the tall barstools, I continued trying to take everything in.
“There you two are,” Sammie greeted with a saucy and sassy smile.“I thought you’d gone off and forgotten us.Oh, and who do we have here?”
Her blue eyes danced over my face before admiring my corset with an approving smile.
“Sammie, this is our girl, Savannah,” Nick gloated, his smile growing wider.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Savannah.”She extended a petite hand.Her long nails were painted a blood red color.
“A pleasure to meet you as well, Ma’am.”I smiled with a soft shake of her tiny hand.
“Oh, such good manners, too,” Sammie winked.“You two better hang on to this one.”
“We fully intend to,” Dylan assured with a beaming smile.
“Good to hear.What can I get you all to drink?”she asked with a wink.
Nick ordered sodas for us, then spun me around on my stool until I faced the stations.
“Watch, little one,” he instructed as he rested his wide hand on my bare knee.
Dylan draped his arm around my shoulder.Sheltered in their protective, possessive touch, I felt brave, safe, and totally at peace.
As I sipped my drink, I focused on the different sizes and ages of the subs.Most were naked, but didn’t seem bothered by it at all.I couldn’t understand how they weren’t at least a little embarrassed.If they were, they certainly didn’t show it.
A big, beautiful woman and her Master walked to one of the stations with a tall, wooden frame.As her Master began assembling his toys, she undressed, then stood waiting for his instruction.Her ankles were nearly the size of my thighs, and her cellulite-pitted flesh and rolls sagged and swayed.While some might find her naked form repugnant, I was awed by her grace, stunned by her self-assurance, and envious of her bravery.It shamed me to realize I lacked the confidence she readily displayed.
The crack of a whip drew my attention to the other side of the dungeon.I blinked in surprise when I recognized Mistress Ivory and her sub, Dark Desire.Tethered to a cross, Dark held his head high.Pride radiated in his posture.Mesmerized, I watched Ivory coil the long leather whip into the air before landing it with a deafeningwhackagainst his narrow ass cheeks.As a bright red stripe bloomed and his loud cry of anguish pierced the air, goosebumps skipped over my arms.
“It’s okay, kitten.Dark enjoys pain,” Dylan assured.
“I don’t think I’d ever enjoy something that brutal, Master.”I cringed.
“There she goes,” Nick murmured.A hint of admiration resonated in his tone.
I turned to see what he was talking about.The Master—of the large woman cuffed to the frame—whispered in her ear as he skimmed his hand over her bare flesh.Gripping a long, leather flogger in his other fist, the man stepped back and began brushing the leather falls over her back and butt cheeks.A wistful smile curled on her lips.In a matter of seconds, her eyes turned glassy as her face glowed in ethereal serenity.Beauty transcended her physical form; lost in her submission, she was the most breathtaking woman I’d ever seen.
“Oh, wow,” I marveled.
“Remember when I told you submission comes in all ages, little one?”Nick paused as I nodded.“Well, it also comes in all shapes and sizes.I wanted you to watch so you would understand.It’s not the body that makes the submissive, but what’s inside the heart.That’s where the true beauty lies.”
Nick’s words contained an almost magical tone.The woman had not only gifted her submission to her Master, but to everyone in the club watching them.As Nick stroked my cheek, we watched the woman as she sailed away to subspace.Her expressions kept me enthralled.Every clip of the flogger seemed to send her deeper into that silent white space I’d experienced at the barn.The same sublime and surreal clouds I longed to be floating on again.
“I’d love to be as…free as she is, Master.”
“Do you feel brave, kitten?”Dylan asked with a sly smile.
“How brave, Master?”I gulped, realizing I’d just opened a dangerous door.
