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Finally turning to address Tiffany directly, Lukus pressed her. “Tell Tyler.” He paused long enough to let the sound of another thwack and screech of pain reach them before asking, “How does watching that disobedient student getting her needed discipline while on display for the whole class make you feel, sub?”
Tiffany could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. It was accompanied by the warmth rushing to her core, preparing her body for all the delicious things she knew her Dom would be doing to her own body soon. It had been weeks, hell over a month, since they’d gone to The Pit to play together. Sure, Lukus had had to lead some shows, but she’d been too busy with wedding and holiday planning to go with him. She’d just enjoyed him coming to bed later, often waking her up for a hard bedtime fuck as she became the beneficiary of his horniness courtesy of the night’s center stage punishment. Standing there, the skin across her own ass tingling in anticipation, she realized how much she’d missed going to the shows.
“I’m waiting for an answer, sub,” he urged again.
“It’s… well… I think it’s been too long since I attended one of the shows with you.”
Lukus chuckled, pulling her closer. “Oh baby, tonight, it’s going to be you on show. I’ve respected your wishes at home to not put you center stage… at least not yet. But here, tonight, well let’s just say the only thing different between you and her,” he said, nodding towards the ongoing caning, “is that I won’t be using a cane.”
Tyler wouldn’t have had any idea of why, but Lukus’s assurance reminded her of how much he loved her, understanding that while she enjoyed watching the cane be used on others, it was her one hard-limit implement for herself.
Thanks Jake Davenport.
Tiffany shook her head, forcing memories of the abusive asshole out of her headspace.
“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.
They watched the next welt snap across the submissive’s sit-spot before Lukus urged Tyler, “Okay, I think we can move on, if you’d like.”
“Sure thing. I was just going to add, if you look on the other half of this room, you’ll see we also have a play area with stuffies and games for littles as well as a full nursery with all the furniture needed for a full regression down to infant. We don’t have a lot of members into these kinks, but it’s definitely enough to keep this room busy most nights, and of course age-play is on the wheel for Roulette.”
Reluctantly, Tiffany let Lukus pull her along towards the next set of windows. This room was not only already in use, but there was a couple waiting outside for their turn inside. Stepping up to the pane of glass, a scene straight out ofGame of Thronescame into view. The décor in this room was closer to the vibe of The Punishment Pit with walls that looked like a stone dungeon and every medieval torture device conceivable spread throughout the space—a rack, pillory, fake guillotine, steel cages, even a torture wheel. On the walls were more ancient-style devices she’d seen in books, but never actually in action. Unlike the first room with one pair, there were three scenes in motion in this room.
First, a Dominant had his submissive tied face-down to a St. Andrew’s Cross in the corner while he used a flogger to kiss every inch of her back, ass, and legs. It reminded her of how Lukus had worked his magic on her the night before and she was envious of the woman on the cross, knowing her Dom was bringing her much pleasure.
The second couple had gone a bit more hardcore, with the naked submissive forced to balance on her tippy-toes as her arms had been pulled behind and above her in a classic strappado position. Even from this distance, Tiffany could see the welts left across the crying sub’s body, courtesy of the thick leather crop her Dom had in his hand as he made her dance to receive her pain and pleasure.
Closest to the window, Tiffany had a front row seat to a threesome where the two submissives were wriggling to get free of the pain being delivered by their facing wooden horses. Each woman was beautiful in her own right, one blonde, the other dark shimmering skin in the flickering lamp lights. Their arms had been secured behind their back, unable to help push the rest of their bodies up, off the sharp peak of wood pressing up into their pussies. The weight of their bodies and gravity ensured the wood would make them feel as if they were being split as it pressed against their pelvic bone. To make sure they didn’t get comfortable, the Dom dressed all in leather used a particularly evil looking whip to keep flicking the ladies across their bodies, spending a lot of attention snapping the leather against their nipples and breasts.
“That’s quite a room,” Lukus whistled after the three of them stood watching the action for several minutes.
“Yep, it’s always got a nice line. We have most of those pieces out on the main floor as well, but for some reason members prefer the vibe of the dungeon.”
“I get that. Not everyone likes to play center stage, do they sub?” Lukus was teasing her.
“No, Sir. Some of us prefer the privacy of our own bedrooms.”
His bark of laughter annoyed her. “Baby, you married the wrong guy if that’s what you wanted, and you know it.”
She didn’t reply since she really did know her husband’s favorite kinks. He was a showman as much as he was a Dominant, and as much as she’d never admit it, she knew Lukus knew how much the voyeuristic and exhibishistic components of the club atmosphere really did turn her on, too.
Unaware they were sharing a heated exchange, Tyler had moved on to the last set of windows, stopping to glance in. When they caught up, Tiffany held her breath and peeked in. Her pussy clenched again with need.
She felt Lukus’s breath against her ear as he grounded his own hardness against her hip. “You wanna play doctor, little girl? I could be the big bad doctor who locks you into the stirrups, spreads you open, and then tortures your body until I finally plunge this bad boy into you hard enough that you cry out just like that poor patient is inside the room.”
“Oh, Lukus…” she groaned, suddenly desperate to cut their tour short or at least take a little intermission.
The crack of his hand across her ass got her full attention. “Is that any way to address me while we’re at the club?”
She suspected anyone nearby would be terrified by his tone of voice, but she melted against him instead, welcoming this D/s dynamic back into their relationship.
“No, Sir! So sorry, Sir!” she quickly corrected, slipping deeper into her submission with each step they went down that long corridor.
“Tyler, I hate to keep taking you away from your duties, but would we have a few minutes for me to stop here and discipline my sub? She just broke one of our long-standing rules and since I’m trying to get us back on track, I’d like to address it immediately.”
Her heart lurched. He wouldn’t. Hecouldn’t.
He did.
