these retreats. The crowds are smaller, the settings more intimate. More focused. Less rules.
Curtains have been drawn over all the windows, shutting out the bright summer light. There’s a slow thrumming beat playing over the sound system, blanketing the room with a sexy beat. The lights are soft, and Susan even got a few black lights set up here and there to give the room more of a club feel. Not quite the same as being there, but good enough to set the mood.
There are curtains in front of the stage, hiding my toys and equipment. Still holding Viv’s hand, I pull her with me to the other side. Time to put on the finishing touches before we get started.
The collar I’ve gotten for her is thick leather, with four steel rings hanging from it, front, back, left and right. Her eyes go wide when I pull it out of my pocket. “Turn around, so I can put this on.”
She licks her lips, giving me some pretty vivid ideas for her tongue. “Yes, Master.” Already in character, she’s lucky we have a show to do. I’m all too tempted to just bend her over and make this a private session.
Holding the collar between my teeth, I gather up her soft red hair in my hands and twist it into a loose tail before holding it to the top of her head. “Keep this in place while I collar you.” Her hands replace mine, and I swear there are sparks as her fingers brush against me. Maybe it’s static, but it doesn’t feel that way.
The collar’s a good fit. I slide the heavy buckle in place, making sure I can fit a finger on the inside. Her beautiful neck looks even better captured in leather. This is just for show, but it makes me imagine collaring her for real. “Nice. Give me your wrists.”
Her gorgeous hair cascades down over her shoulders when she lets go, so she can hold her arms out behind her. I capture her wrists in my left hand, enjoying restraining her with my bare hands for a moment. Her breath catches, a soft sound that barely reaches my ears over the steady sexy background beats.
I pick up the leather wrist cuffs from the table and fit them one at time. Their rough texture offsets the softness of her silk blouse perfectly.
“Keep your hands behind you.” I let go, but she keeps still, her arms in place. The position pushes her tits out, stretching her blouse in a way that makes me want to take them firmly in my hands. I almost do, and from the looks she’s throwing me, I don’t think she’d mind. But the show must go on.
I grab two more cuffs which I fit around her ankles, right above her black stilettos. Now I can attach her to anything I want.
“Into the cage, Pet.”
She draws her breath sharply when she sees it. Sure, I brought some hardware in the duffel, but I had a few other toys that I borrowed from the club sent up in advance. A Saint Andrews cross. A spanking bench. And a cage, low enough that she won’t be able to stand upright.
She hesitates, biting her lower lip. Her throat works as she swallows.
“If anything is too much, you know your safe words, right?” Never know what might squick someone out.
She nods.
“Tell me.”
Her voice quivers. “Yellow to slow down, red to stop.”
“Good. Do you need to use one?”
She shakes her head.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I swat her ass, loving the sharp sound of it. She squeaks and steps forward quickly. I open the cage door, watching her sink to her knees so she can get in. Each step is another point of submission, and she does it so elegantly.
She watches while I put a padlock on the door and close it with a loud click. Her chest rises and falls rapidly in time with her breathing, and her eyes shine with excitement.
I fill my tone with menace. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
Time to pull the curtains. Opening them requires actually pulling a rope, rather than a button, like most places have these days. It puts me at the side, so all the guests see as the stage is revealed is Viv, locked in a cage at the center, the spanking bench
Curtains have been drawn over all the windows, shutting out the bright summer light. There’s a slow thrumming beat playing over the sound system, blanketing the room with a sexy beat. The lights are soft, and Susan even got a few black lights set up here and there to give the room more of a club feel. Not quite the same as being there, but good enough to set the mood.
There are curtains in front of the stage, hiding my toys and equipment. Still holding Viv’s hand, I pull her with me to the other side. Time to put on the finishing touches before we get started.
The collar I’ve gotten for her is thick leather, with four steel rings hanging from it, front, back, left and right. Her eyes go wide when I pull it out of my pocket. “Turn around, so I can put this on.”
She licks her lips, giving me some pretty vivid ideas for her tongue. “Yes, Master.” Already in character, she’s lucky we have a show to do. I’m all too tempted to just bend her over and make this a private session.
Holding the collar between my teeth, I gather up her soft red hair in my hands and twist it into a loose tail before holding it to the top of her head. “Keep this in place while I collar you.” Her hands replace mine, and I swear there are sparks as her fingers brush against me. Maybe it’s static, but it doesn’t feel that way.
The collar’s a good fit. I slide the heavy buckle in place, making sure I can fit a finger on the inside. Her beautiful neck looks even better captured in leather. This is just for show, but it makes me imagine collaring her for real. “Nice. Give me your wrists.”
Her gorgeous hair cascades down over her shoulders when she lets go, so she can hold her arms out behind her. I capture her wrists in my left hand, enjoying restraining her with my bare hands for a moment. Her breath catches, a soft sound that barely reaches my ears over the steady sexy background beats.
I pick up the leather wrist cuffs from the table and fit them one at time. Their rough texture offsets the softness of her silk blouse perfectly.
“Keep your hands behind you.” I let go, but she keeps still, her arms in place. The position pushes her tits out, stretching her blouse in a way that makes me want to take them firmly in my hands. I almost do, and from the looks she’s throwing me, I don’t think she’d mind. But the show must go on.
I grab two more cuffs which I fit around her ankles, right above her black stilettos. Now I can attach her to anything I want.
“Into the cage, Pet.”
She draws her breath sharply when she sees it. Sure, I brought some hardware in the duffel, but I had a few other toys that I borrowed from the club sent up in advance. A Saint Andrews cross. A spanking bench. And a cage, low enough that she won’t be able to stand upright.
She hesitates, biting her lower lip. Her throat works as she swallows.
“If anything is too much, you know your safe words, right?” Never know what might squick someone out.
She nods.
“Tell me.”
Her voice quivers. “Yellow to slow down, red to stop.”
“Good. Do you need to use one?”
She shakes her head.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I swat her ass, loving the sharp sound of it. She squeaks and steps forward quickly. I open the cage door, watching her sink to her knees so she can get in. Each step is another point of submission, and she does it so elegantly.
She watches while I put a padlock on the door and close it with a loud click. Her chest rises and falls rapidly in time with her breathing, and her eyes shine with excitement.
I fill my tone with menace. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
Time to pull the curtains. Opening them requires actually pulling a rope, rather than a button, like most places have these days. It puts me at the side, so all the guests see as the stage is revealed is Viv, locked in a cage at the center, the spanking bench
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