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“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” She looks skeptical, so I add, “I prefer one-on-one BDSM. It allows me to focus. But if you want to give it a try—”
She shakes her head. “I can’t believe I’m even doing this. My whole perception of BDSM is going to be shaped by what happens tonight.”
“Thanks for the pressure.”
“You’re welcome.”
“You don’t have anything to worry about. We’ve been through your hard limits. You’ll have a safe word—mercy—when you need me to back off. You know how to get through to the other side?”
She nods and disappears into the ladies’ room, which has another egress that leads to the BDSM side of my club. I draw in a long breath. I’ve thought through how the night will unfold. I want to get it right for her.
For the first time, I feel faintly nervous. I’ve never been nervous in my club before.
Walking through the men’s room, I emerge on the other side of the club and meet up with Bridget. Whereas the main part of The Lotus is steeped in calming tones of blue, the BDSM side pulses in red. It’s an unusually busy night, and many of the members are watching a public display between a dominatrix and her two subs, a gimp and a woman wearing a leather dog fetish hood.
Taking Bridget by the hand, I lead her up a staircase to one of three private rooms. I chose the room outfitted with Edwardian furniture, with burgundy vintage wallpaper and Persian rugs. The other rooms are much more austere. One resembles a jail cell, the other a medieval torture chamber.
There are a few items in the present room that might intimidate. There’s a swing in the center of the room, a cabinet with glass doors showcasing the implements inside, a St. Andrew’s cross in one corner and an A-frame in another. Otherwise, most of the furniture—like the sofa, coffee table, framed mirrors and armchairs—are pretty innocuous.
“You want me to order you a Shirley Temple?” I ask.
“Maybe just a cup of water,” Bridget answers, taking in everything. “So you never said what the plan for tonight’s going to be.”
“The plan is to take it slow,” I reply, walking over to a sideboard to pour two glasses of water. “You remember the safe word?”
“Mercy.”
I hand her the water. “We’ll try different things to see what you like.”
“What if there’s nothing I like?”
“That won’t happen.”
She takes a sip of the water. “How do you know?”
I tilt her chin up to meet my gaze. “Because you’re a little sex fiend.”
She’s taken aback in disbelief.
I give her a wicked half smile. “Babe, you haven’t failed to get wet for me so far.”
“That doesn’t mean that I’m a…”
“There’s nothing wrong with being a sex fiend. There’s nothing wrong with having a naughty side. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“I guess. Sure.”
I walk over to the fireplace and turn it on. Taking a seat on the sofa, I tell her, “Come over here.”
She comes over and sets her water down on the coffee table. I have her sit between my legs and start by massaging her neck to relax her.
“What kinds of things are we going to try?” she murmurs.
“Some rope bondage.”
“That doesn’t sound too bad.”
