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Pulling her out of her admiration fest, Lukus placed his hand at the small of her back as he steered them from the elevator. The club they stepped into was dimly lit and less than half the size of the comparatively massive Punishment Pit back in Chicago. Although to be fair, The Pit had a two-story tall openness that was perfect for the on-stage show action. In comparison, Black Light’s darker space looked more like a dungeon.
While the new club was visually unique, the heavy beat of the instrumental music felt familiar, as did the surround-sound of punishments and sex that greeted them.
“I’m guessing you must be the newlyweds. Welcome to Black Light.”
Tiffany turned to her right as a dungeon monitor in a black T-shirt with faint lettering reading Black Light was reaching out to shake her Dom’s hand.
“Lukus Mitchell. This is Tiffany,” he nodded her way.
“Tyler Darden. We’ve been expecting you.” The men’s arms pumped their greeting, as he added, “Elijah asked me to give you the ten-cent tour back here before I take you up to the social bar to meet him. If that’s okay with you, I thought we’d start with a visit to the Red Light District.”
The dungeon monitor didn’t wait for an answer, instead waving his arm to turn them to their left. Tiffany thought she had misheard him using the term Red Light District until they went up a couple of stairs and entered a long dark hallway. Smack-dab in front of them was a pane of floor-to-ceiling glass, the only thing separating them from the nearly naked submissive hung artfully from a hook in the ceiling. The dark-haired beauty’s long locks had been pulled into the labrynth of ropes used to render her immobile, left on display for anyone passing by.
“Members sign up to put their submissives in the window. It’s quite competitive these days. Sometimes Doms like to show off their Shibari skills, like tonight. We’ve had plenty of naughty subs have their punished asses and pussies showcased as part of their punishment, although my favorites are the nights when we put two subs in there together and force them to service each other all night. Those are the nights I need the most servicing, if you get my drift.” Tyler elbowed her Dom as he chuckled at his own joke.
As crude as the DM seemed to be, Tiffany found herself liking his jovial manner as they moved down into the darker portion of the hallway. Sexual artwork and cases with what looked like antique sex toys lined the wall to their right, hanging above one long line of benches. At first, it wasn’t clear why anyone would sit in an empty hallway, but Tyler pulled them to a stop and explained.
“This is glory-hole hall. It’s still kinda quiet tonight, but I can assure you this area sees a lot of action the deeper we get into the night. Single members can volunteer to work a hole, or Doms can sign up their subs to take a shift.”
It didn’t seem like much to Tiffany. Just a wall with a few small holes and two much bigger cut-outs running along the left wall. Was she supposed to lean down and peek inside to see something?
Tyler’s cheery banter finally gave her the hints she needed to better understand. “Being on your honeymoon, I’m sure you’re not in need of the sub waiting to suck you off on the other side of the wall, and while my guess is you aren’t ready to share your wife with other members, you could still have her take a shift in the wall. We have small wooden platforms she’d lay on here,” he said, pointing at the larger hole. “You could then lock her ankles into these shackles up here,” pointing above their heads, “and then the fun starts. You get to have your way with her bottom half while her upper body is trapped on the other side of the wall. Just let me know if you’d like to take a slot later. I’m sure I can squeeze you in.”
Tiffany’s whole body heated at the raunchy description of the debauchery that took place in the dark hallway. No wonder there was a viewing bench. As a voyeur, she suspected she could have a lot of fun hanging out in the dark hall, lit with neon and signature black lights that brought out the writing on Tyler’s shirt more.
She didn’t have time to think about it too hard as the DM had resumed their walk down the hall until they had two choices.
Straight ahead was a wide window to a brightly lit room that from a distance looked like a too-full clothing store. To the right was another long hallway with viewing benches along the one wall, and this time six huge windows every dozen feet or so.
One glance up at Lukus and she could see him taking in every detail of the space. She knew he was getting all kinds of fun ideas for The Pit as Tyler continued his tour.
“We’ve put together a pretty impressive costume and prop store over the years,” he said, stopping in front of the open door where a flamboyant man could be seen at a sewing machine in the distance. The guy looked up to see if someone needed assistance, but Tyler waved him off.
“Most of the stuff in here is available to members to just use as part of their membership fee. We have a wide array of sizes for everything from baby clothes to pony play gear and everything in between. The only thing members pay for are the personal use items—things no one would want to reuse—like butt-plugs, anal beads, even some punishment implements—you get the drift. We have a huge selection of fun items, but members pay a nice premium for those on their monthly membership bill if they forget to bring in something from home.”
Lukus had been quiet, taking it all in, but finally added, “That’s really smart. We have items for sale as well—I mean items like condoms and lube are always free—but I’d never considered supplying costumes for role-play in our theme rooms. We supply the furniture—stocks, spanking benches, St. Andrew’s cross—but assumed they’d bring everything else.”
“I’ll warn you, it’s a bitch trying to get everything in all of the sizes you’ll need. As you know, we have members of all shapes and sizes so it makes it hard to cover all of that, but with Roulette, we really didn’t have much of a choice.”
“Elijah mentioned Roulette once. I’m anxious to hear more about it.”
“It’s definitely our biggest event every year and has everyone, participants and spectators alike, looking forward to Valentine’s Day, that’s for sure.”
“Do you guys make any money on it, or is it more of a membership drive for you?”
Tyler chuckled. “You’ll have to ask Elijah about all that. He handles that end of the business, with Emma of course. Knowing Jaxson as I do, I’m sure we make a profit of some sort. He may have gotten his start on the runway in front of a camera, but he’s proven he’s all businessman.”
Tiffany finally broke her silence. “That doesn’t surprise me.”
Tyler then moved down the hallway and stopped in front of the first window. Having no idea what she might see as she took her first peek, Tiffany’s knees almost buckled under her. Lukus moved his hand from the small of her back to her waist just in time to help prop her up as her breathing got so shallow that she felt light headed.
Instead of concern, her husband had the audacity to stand there grinning down at her as she kept her eyes glued to the scene on the other side of the glass. It only took a few seconds for the sound of a cane slicing across a sub’s naked ass and the resounding howl of pain to reach their ears, bringing a full-body shiver to Tiffany.
Tyler, thinking something was wrong, quickly moved to flip the switch next to the window and the sounds from inside silenced. Instead of being grateful, she found herself ready to deck the guy, which in-and-of-itself was very telling.
“I’m sorry… I never thought anything we had here might upset you since…” Tyler’s voice trailed off, unsure if his guest was truly upset.
Thankfully, Lukus took charge, first reaching to turn the sound of the caning back on before explaining, “Oh don’t be sorry. My wife isn’t distressed… she’s just super turned on. She has some pretty powerful memories from her teenage years that helped form her favorite kinks. Watching a naughty girl in a school uniform, her panties around her knees and ass across the teacher’s desk to receive a stern punishment while on display really pushes her buttons.”
