Page 23 of Claimed and Shamed

As we entered the dungeon, we could see several scenes taking place. In one corner, a man was strapped to a St. Andrew’s cross and was being flogged by a woman. In another corner, a suspension was taking place with shibari. The rigger had placed a woman in a full body tie and was hanging her from three bars attached to the ceiling.

Towards the back of the room was an electro wand booth. The man who was at the booth had a violet wand; one I had never seen before.

“What does this one do?” I’d asked him, grabbing it from the table.

“Why don’t you hold onto the wand part?” He’d gestured to the long stick and I’d gripped it tightly with my hand. “Whatever you do, don’t let go.”

I’d almost freaked out, but I stayed calm because I didn’t want Stevie to see me sweat. Electro play had always scared me. It was never something I wanted to incorporate into the bedroom, but I didn’t mind trying it myself. I felt the electricity surging through me from the wand.

“Now the lady can touch you,” he’d said, gesturing toward Stevie.

Stevie stepped forward and touched a fingertip lightly to my skin. It tingled and tickled.

“You can do more than that,” I told her. She started touching all her fingertips on me and the tingly feeling was all over my arms, making my hairs stand up on end. I wasn’t a fan of it sexually, it didn’t do anything for me, but I could see the appeal for others.

On the opposite side of the room, two interesting demonstrations were going on. One was a shibari station, where people were walking up to get chest harnesses done on them.

“Would the lady like a chest harness?” The rigger has asked as we walked by. I looked at Stevie and she nodded.

“She would and you may,” I’d nodded at the rigger, giving him permission to touch her. “Just make sure you watch your hands around her breasts.”

“Of course, sir. I am always respectful of subs who are not mine.”

I’d never thought of Stevie as my sub, but I guess she was for the night, because I had no idea what else to call her in a place like that. Walking around calling her my slut just didn't seem like the right thing to do.

The rigger kept his word and was very careful with his hands, as he created a beautiful spider web chest harness on Stevie. I didn’t think she could be more beautiful until we walked away from that booth.

The other interesting kink we saw on display that evening was a mummification blanket. It had a slit in it for people to get into, kind of like a pillowcase. It was made of latex and once the person was inside, the person controlling it would suck out all of the air. Either the person they were with, or they themselves would touch all over the person being mummified and these person's reactions were something else. They were moaning and squirming and it was a fascinating sight.

In the center of the room, two women were holding a candle wax demonstration. We walked over and took a seat, watching in marvel as the dominant female used a black candle and held it over her submissive, letting the hot wax pour down onto her stomach. The dominant played with different levels and we could see the submissive’s reaction change. When the candle was closer to her skin, the dominant explained that the temperature would be hotter. The further away from the skin the candle, the less hot it would be.

We continued to walk around the room in awe. There were even people dressed as dogs, cats, and horses, etc. Any kink you could think of was on display and I could saw Stevie’s eyes lighting up.

“Is there anything you want to try?” I asked, ready to play.

“Everything!”

Boy did we. Many women ignore their sexual desires, and never dare to explore them. Stevie wasn’t one of them, I knew that for sure.

This woman was pure ecstasy.

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I can't shake the feeling that there's something special between us. Not just sex, but emotions as well. Maybe I should tell her how deep in I am. And holy shit am I in deep…

How would she react? Our relationship is already so unpredictable that I feel it could go either way.

Just as I’m considering how I can possibly tell her; my thoughts are interrupted by Sawyer's angry entrance. He had left to go get more beer, because we were running low, but he has returned empty handed. He storms into the common room and plops down angrily on one of the couches, glaring into the distance.

Oh shit…Did someone see Stevie and I somehow, and tell him? Has he heard something about us?

“What's wrong, man? Where’s the beer?” I ask, sensing the tension in the air. I tread carefully, but I know Sawyer. If it were me, he would have walked right up to me and decked me in the face, so I’m taking the fact that he didn’t as a good sign.

“Fuck the beer! I just found out that Stevie went to the Elites' frat house. Some girl told me, when I was on my way to the store. She said they were all at a Zeta Tau party, but that Stevie and Melissa left that party, to go to the Elite house with some guys. I didn’t even make it to my car before I turned right back around,” Sawyer explains. “I’m pissed man. We told her they were dangerous.”

I feel a surge of jealousy and anger. Why is Stevie risking her safety for a stupid sorority event? Doesn't she care about us?

“I can't believe she would do something so reckless,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady, but feeling the anger boiling inside me. Did last night mean nothing to her?