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“Good evening, Rene. This is Alice. She’ll be joining us tonight for the first time.”
“That’s wonderful. Welcome, Alice,” he said with his typical smooth elegance. “I’ll be happy to take your coats, and then I’ll have a document for you to sign.”
I helped take off her coat, enjoying the small, anxious shiver that came as I lifted it from her shoulders and exposed her to Rene’s avid gaze. He had no sexual interest in women, so her charms wouldn’t arouse him, but he did raise a perfectly plucked brow in appreciation. She looked like an ancient Greek statue, tall, curvaceous, voluptuous, womanly, built for sex. I noted with pleasure that her nipples were tightly erect.
As soon as Rene completed his check of her uniform, he offered the submissive’s contract for her to sign. Alice accepted the paper and scanned the five rules she needed to agree to. We’d gone over them in detail already—when she was calm and thoughtful, and not in the throes of kinky ecstasy—because I wanted her to know what she was getting into. After a cursory reading, she put her signature at the bottom and handed it back to Rene, and we were waved toward the large gold and ivory door that led to the dungeon.
“Things are already in full swing,” Rene said. “There’s a crowd tonight. Enjoy.”
“I’m sure we will.” I turned to Alice. “Ready?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said in a soft voice. “Let’s do this.”
I gave her ass an encouraging squeeze as I opened the door and led her up the circular staircase to the main dungeon. The sound of sex and pleasure—as well as the shrieks and groans of masochism—flooded our ears before we even reached the top. As we came to the landing, Alice paused, holding onto the banister for support.
I let her look a moment. She’d never been to a mainstream BDSM club, much less a private dungeon, so for her, there was a lot to take in. The Gallery rose to a grand dome overhead, and featured several scening areas with professional-grade bondage furniture and racks, as well as couches and chairs where members chatted, cuddled, or fucked. The lights in the dungeon were dim enough to suggest eroticism and mystery, but bright enough to showcase lots of naked, glistening skin, stark bondage equipment, and polished leather implements.
“What do you think?” I asked, as she stood frozen beside me.
“It’s so amazing. I can’t believe this is real.” She watched some cavorting couples nearby, then lifted her gaze to the balcony above us, and the large, frosted glass clock face on the wall, half obscured by interlocking gears. “That clock…it’s huge. Look how it glows.”
“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” I’d always loved to play in the light of that glow. “Unfortunately, it hasn’t worked for some time, and no one’s been able to fix it.”
She’d moved on from looking at the clock, to gawk at the various groups playing on the main dungeon floor. “Oh.” She made a small, shocked sound. “There’s Ella and Devin.”
Ella was straddling Dev’s lap on the couch farthest away from us, both of them doing some raw, animalistic fucking as they gazed into each other’s eyes. From the looks of Ella’s butt cheeks, she’d already endured a strapping or paddling—or both.
“Come on,” I said. The longer Alice stood there, fingering her collar, the more nervous she’d get. I decided to take her to a rack near the back of the room, not because I wanted to hide her…
Well, maybe I wanted to hide her. Other Doms were starting to notice her. Even Devin tore his gaze away from Ella for a moment to give me a distracted thumbs up. Damn it. Alice was too striking for the others not to notice, and she broadcast “newbie” and “innocent” on top of it. Maybe I shouldn’t have insisted on the braids.
I tried to push the jealous thoughts out of my head. That wasn’t why we’d come here. I needed to tease and torment her, and show her what The Gallery was all about. The other Doms could fuck themselves, because this was Alice’s journey. I led my wide eyed submissive to a square-shaped rack, so I could put those long legs to use. It was designed with sturdy posts and a top and bottom bar, so the victim could be bound facing either direction. I decided to cuff her facing outward to the dungeon, so she could see the other scenes, and understand that she’d become part of this secret, depraved world.
I soon realized my mistake. After I bound her arms, and spread her legs impossibly, obscenely wide, cuffing them to either side of the rack, she made too desperate and too beautiful a picture. Men started drifting over, some of them with their submissives in tow.
The old Milo would have been proud to show off a bound, scared submissive, her tight nipples thrusting from her peekaboo bra, but the new Milo who was in love with Alice wanted to shout at all of them to go away. One of them moved toward her in a manner that would have been perfectly acceptable with any of my other partners. He gave her hard nipples an appreciative pinch. “Going to use clamps? I’d be happy to help with that.”
Alice looked at him, then at me. This was turning her on, I could see it in her gaze. She was willing, perhaps even enjoying the attention. She trusted me to engineer the scene, to make everything okay. She was fine.
But I wasn’t fine. My fists clenched at my sides.
Fort appeared, jolting me from my frozen moment of fury. He touched Alice—barely—running a hand along her side. “She looks beautiful, man,” he said in a quiet voice. “How’s everything going?”
I forced my gritted teeth to part. “Not so good.”
“Juliet and I could join you two if you like, and shoulder out some of the others. Or would you rather go?”
I stared at Fort a moment, thought about the cane I wanted to fetch, the way I wanted to hurt Alice and then hold her close to me. In my mind’s eye, it was just her and me. I didn’t want anyone else to touch her.
I couldn’t let anyone else touch her.
“I don’t think I can do this.” My voice sounded hoarse.
“Hey, man, it’s okay. I’ll help you unbind her.”
“No, I can do it.”
“Great.” He turned away, looking toward the small group that had gathered. He didn’t say anything; his expression was sufficient to make them back off. He left too, so it was just me and Alice, and my trembling fingers unbinding her.
