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Behind the glass of room number three, Eden is in black lingerie, straddling a man currently tied to the platform by his wrists and ankles. He’s also blindfolded and gagged, letting out a scream as she drips hot wax on his chest.
Pausing in the hallway, I watch her tease and taunt him with the pain of the wax and the pleasure of slow strokes of his cock. She’s so calm and in control, a look of satisfaction on her face with every whimper and squeal that he makes through the gag.
When she glances up and catches my eye through the glass, I give her a small wave. As she smiles at me, she gestures down at the bench in front of the window for viewers, and I consider taking the seat. I wish I could, but what if someone we know comes out here and sees me watching the scene with interest.
It’s easier for the others—Mia and Charlie and Eden. I’m sure none of them grew up in the same conservative home I did. They are so open with their sexuality, and it’s such a foreign concept to me.
When Eden gets the man on her table to the brink of his orgasm, only to pull back and make him squirm with need, I swallow down the rising discomfort of being so aroused in public.
I can’t do this.
Waving again to Eden, I quickly disappear down the hall and out to the main floor. I don’t stop until I get to the bar, where I ask Geo to fix me my usual, a glass of chilled Chardonnay.
It’s nearly gone when Eden finally emerges from the voyeur hall, this time dressed and slightly red in the face.
“You should have stayed,” she says a little too loudly. “The sounds that man made when he finally got to come were amazing.”
“Shhh…” I reply as I take her by the back of the arm and guide her to a more discreet table at the club. It’s still not private enough, but it will do for now because I’m in crisis mode.
“Eden, I can’t just stand around and watch.”
“Why not?” she asks.
“Because that’s not who I am and everyone knows it.”
Disappointment flashes across her face, and I know it’s not the right response, but what other answer can I give? It’s true.
“That’s not the point right now. I have a problem,” I say, leaning over the table and moving closer to her.
“What is it?” she asks.
I explain to her everything between me and my sub so far, the blow job and the kneeling and how it was going so well at first—leaving out his name, obviously.
“So I told himnomasturbating and the next thing I know, he’s sending me a video of him jacking off until he came.”
“Oh…” she says with a naughty grin, “Maggie, you have a real brat on your hands.”
I don’t know why she’s smiling because I’m panicking. “I have no control over him, Eden. He doesn’t listen to me, and I don’t think he even likes doing this. What do I do?”
She leans back and furrows her brow at me. “Maggie, hewantsyou to punish him. That’s what you have to do.”
“What if he still doesn’t listen to me? Wasn’t this supposed to be about what I want?”
“Don’t you want to punish him?” she asks.
Oh, do I ever.
“Yes, very much.”
“So, that’s what you have to do. He’s literally asking for it.”
“Okay, so give me some ideas,” I ask, leaning in.
She looks contemplative for a moment.
“You could bring him to the club and show him the cane.”
My eyes widen. “Baby steps, Eden. I’m not ready for that.”
