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“I’m glad to be here.”
Jaime’s breasts were full, her pierced nipples like perfect gum drops. When they’d said every slave in The Enclave was available for sexual use, did it include those already owned?
Down, boy,Beau ordered himself.This is Mark’s girl we’re talking about. Keep it in your pants.
As they entered the dungeon, people were milling about, most in leather, some naked. There were easily a dozen stations set up around the room. Whipping posts, stocks, suspension racks, crosses and spanking benches were in plentiful supply.
A striking fifty-something woman with silvery blond hair pulled back from an aristocratic face approached them. She wore a red satin gown with slits up the sides that revealed long, shapely legs. She led a naked young woman by a leash attached to her slave collar.
As she reached them, she smiled. “Hello there. I’m Marjorie.” She didn’t introduce her slave. “You must be Beau. Mark has told us so much about you. We’re delighted you’re joining us.”
“Thanks, Marjorie,” Beau replied, accepting her offered hand. “I’m excited for the opportunity.”
“Good evening, everyone,” Anthony said through a microphone, drawing their attention. “Welcome to The Enclave.” The room instantly silenced, all eyes on the imposing, silver-haired Dom. “For those of you I haven’t yet met, my name is Anthony Gerace. We’re so pleased you could come out tonight.”
“And we’re pleased to be here,” someone called out, with several more chiming in good-naturedly.
“As you all know,” Anthony continued with a gracious nod of his head, “this is a two-day event, starting with tonight’s party, followed by a gear sale and more dungeon play tomorrow. This evening there are three scene stations set up for the whip demonstrations that will take place before general play begins. These demonstrations will take place simultaneously. You can choose which demonstration appeals to you or move from station to station. Please be sure to keep a respectful, safe distance from the impact play. Now, allow me to introduce our guests of honor.”
A spotlight suddenly illuminated one of the scene stations. A large man with shaggy dark hair and rugged features stood beside a suspension rack under which a voluptuous, dark-skinned woman stood, arms extended overhead and cuffed together to the rack.
“First, we have Taggert Fitzgerald from Portland, Oregon, whose meticulously handcrafted leather gear is known throughout the world. Tonight, Taggert will demonstrate how to properly use a bullwhip inside a confined space. He will work with Madison, one of our current slave trainees.”
There were murmurs of appreciation, both for the whip maker, whom Beau had heard of, and the lovely bound slave girl. A bullwhip demo definitely sounded intriguing. Perhaps he’d check that out first.
A second spotlight drew Beau’s attention. “Our second guest is Maria Stafford from Houston, Texas, who specializes in leather paddles and riding crops. She’ll be demonstrating her wares on our resident slave boy, Gene.” Maria, an attractive woman with short dark hair stood beside the slave. She was dressed in a filmy white blouse tucked into a black miniskirt, thigh high boots on her long legs.
Gene was bound on a cock and ball pillory identical to the one in Julian’s suite. The pillory consisted of a metal rod rising from the metal base, with a vise at its apex. The man’s wrists were cuffed to the rod at thigh height, his ankles cuffed at the base. Beau winced in sympathy as he saw that Gene’s cock and balls were trapped in the vise.
“He will need to stay very, very still during play if he wants to keep his family jewels intact,” Anthony added.
There was a ripple of laughter at this. The bound, cuffed man blushed, but Beau couldn’t help but notice his erection.
Finally, a third spotlight illuminated yet another scene station. A heavyset guy in full leather stood beside a St. Andrew’s cross, on which a petite woman was secured, her back to the room. There was a tattoo of a dove on her upper back, another of a brightly patterned snake curling around her left hip. Though she was petite, she was perfectly proportioned, her waist nipping in nicely, the globes of her perfect ass round and high. She had two adorable dimples, one above each butt cheek. As Beau’s gaze traveled up her body, a sudden jolt of recognition at the sight of her spiky pink hair made him take an involuntary step forward.
Could it possibly be…?
“Last, but not least,” Anthony continued, “is Jeremy Blake, who has flown in from London to share his collection of whips and floggers. He will be demonstrating his wares on a feisty, masochistic friend of The Enclave named Lia.”
Holy fuck. It had to be.
Beau glanced quickly around both the illuminated scene station and the dungeon at large, half expecting to see his young cousin. Happily, Travis was nowhere in sight.
As he continued to eye the naked, bound beauty, he thought about the wording of Anthony’s introduction. Lia wasn’t a resident slave or a trainee, but rather a “masochistic friend” of The Enclave. What was that about?
“A few house rules before the presentations begin,” Anthony continued. “You may be aware that we at The Enclave don’t employ safewords for either our permanent slaves or our trainees. This is because our slaves aren’t engaging in simple scenes with built-in exit doors. Rather, this is a lifestyle we have chosen, in which our submissive partners freely and joyously abdicate the right of refusal. Because of the public nature of tonight’s play, however, we will employ the safety protocol of a safeword. To keep it simple, tonight’s safeword is the colorred. In addition, we will have dungeon monitors available throughout the space to assure risk-aware, consensual kink, and to help out with anything you need. You can identify the monitors by their red leather wristbands.”
Beau glanced around, noting the wristbands on a few of the Doms and also on some of the naked submissives.
“Now that that bit of housekeeping is out of the way,” Anthony continued, “please make your way to one of the three scene stations. After the demonstrations, you are free to engage in private play, but please restrict yourself to the main dungeon. Enjoy our lovely slaves, all of whom are at your disposal for non-sexual play for the duration of the evening. You can use your own gear, and there are also impact toys available in racks around the dungeon. Everything is clean and sterilized for your safety. You’ll find refreshments and aftercare stations set up in the living room across the hall. Enjoy, stay safe and have fun.”
People moved in various directions as they chose their scene stations. “Let’s check out the bullwhip demo,” Mark said to Jaime. He turned to Beau. “Coming?”
“Thanks, but I’m going to head over to Jeremy Blake’s station. I think I know that little pink-haired beauty, though the last time I saw her she was wearing an evening gown and pearls.”
Jaime raised her brows. “Pearls? Are you sure that’s our Lia you’re talking about?”
Beau shrugged. “It was at a society wedding I was coerced into attending last weekend. She couldn’t very well show up in nothing but a slave collar,” he added with a grin.
