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I’m safe. Don’t wait up.
Serena replied with her own message, then turned her phone off completely. It was horrendously rude to disturb the atmosphere for others during a scene with your cell phone going off. At some places, it would get you kicked right out.
Serena thought of her best friends, innocent little lambs, sucked up by wild wolves on their first night out. Damn, there was going to be a lot to talk about in the morning, Serena thought.
Was there a book? S&M for Dummies? If not, she was going to have to write it herself.
At least she didn’t have to pretend to buy round after round of drinks on Daddy’s credit card, like she normally did. Sometimes it was impossible to keep up with the two trust fund twins. Neither of them had any idea Serena’s parents were plain, blue-collar workers from the wrong side of the tracks in rural Missouri. After eight years, it was getting tough to keep up the charade.
But after nearly a decade, she couldn’t tell them her secret. She had waited too long and gotten in too deep. They would never trust her again if they knew she was not rich like them. She had gotten a full scholarship to the University of Chicago based on her high-school grades and her astronomical SAT score. Alexis and Valentina had always just assumed her parents paid the tuition bill like theirs did. Little did they know the yearly tuition at U of C was more than her parents’ total income combined.
Serena knew Valentina and Alexis would still love her if they found out, and they would forgive her deception, but she would not be able to bear the look of pity she would see in their eyes.
Serena shook herself out of her reverie and examined her surroundings. At the end of the corridor, there was a large, old wooden door, complete with iron bars and ancient iron hinges. It looked like it had been rescued from a shipwreck or pillaged from a medieval castle.
Nice touch,Serena thought.
Most of the dungeons she’d been to were ordinary rooms with sheetrock walls painted brown or red.
She pushed open the creaky door and her eyes went wide. This place actually looked like a real dungeon. The play space was enormous, probably four thousand square feet or more, and the ceiling was at least twelve feet tall. It looked and felt just like the Great Hall of a medieval castle: the walls—and even the ceiling—had been constructed of genuine stone. The polished mahogany hardwood floor extended through the lobby and then turned into real flagstone in the play space.
Was it Serena’s imagination, or did the place even smell like medieval herbs? Mint, lavender and English rose wafted pleasantly into her consciousness.
Only a pig roasting on a spit over the hearth could make the ambience more authentic,she thought with a laugh. Serena felt as if she’d been transported back in time to the Middle Ages. This was fabulous.
A hand-painted sign hung over a brown leather sofa in the lobby. It read: All Are Welcum Here. Serena had to laugh at the intentional misspelling of the word ‘welcome.’ Another sign looked like parchment paper and said: “Curious? Cum In!”
“Welcome to The Oubliette,” a soft voice called to her. Oubliette was the Middle French word for a hidden dungeon, derived from the older Latin word meaning ‘to obliterate.’Someone here is very clever, she mused.
Serena stopped in the office adjacent to the lobby and paid for a one-month trial membership, then signed the patron rules-of-use contract and the confidentiality agreement. They were all standard fare at an S&M club, although the member fees here were much higher than the other places in town. She knew already this club was going to be worth the price of admission. She would just have to pick up some extra hours at her cocktail waitress job at the Waldorf Astoria to cover the expense.
“Would you like a tour, Mistress?” asked the beautiful secretary.
“No thank you, miss. I’ll just wander around myself,” Serena answered. It was completely permissible to look at, and even watch, other people during their sexual encounter, as long as one did so silently and unobtrusively without interfering with their play and without breaking their mood.
“That’s fine, there’s plenty to explore. Here is the schedule of classes, workshops and guest speakers.”
Serena tucked the brochure in her purse before thanking the person again and walking away.
The main play space extended so far back Serena had to squint to focus on the dark recessed corners. The room was not a plain square or a rectangle like other dungeons she’d been to; instead, it had a score or more of hidden alcoves and vestibules, some of them partitioned off with heavy royal-blue draperies while others remained open.
The walls were covered with wrought-iron candelabras that boasted real beeswax taper candles.The fire marshal would certainly have a heyday with those, she thought.
The owner had obviously spared no expense in designing this fantasy world. Around the perimeter of the play space were at least a dozen St. Andrew’s crosses made of scarred old wood; some of them were mounted to the wall, while others were anchored to the floor with heavy bolts. None were padded, and neither were the kneeling pillories or the stockades. This was not a place for posers who needed to be pampered.
This room was hardcore.
She loved it.
Serena strode down the middle aisle. She knew with her statuesque height and formidable Domme aura, she would have to fend off multiple invitations from other players to join them in their scene. She never lacked a partner—all she had to do was show up at a sex club, and the offers came flooding in. For the moment, however, she politely waved off the myriad invitations and continued her perusal of the facilities.
* * *
“Does it meet your liking?” A tall man approached Serena.
His baritone voice was so deep that she felt it reverberate in her chest. The faintest southern drawl made her tingle inexplicably from head to toe. He reminded her of a chivalrous knight of old or a benevolent lord from the days of yore. Another giant stepped up next to him. Good God, they grew them big here.
And sexy…
