drinks, lighting
their cigarettes or cigars and for some, performing in one of the many shows.
We do have simulated sex acts between our Adams and Eves in this room to get
things going. But again, it’s playacting, nothing more.” She turned off the
candles.
“Where to now?” Nikki asked.
“The BDSM Room.”
She caught the sexy scent of leather and jasmine even before
Shoshana opened the doors. Tall black candles were everywhere, trying to eat
away the shadows. They flickered on the dark scarlet furniture, ebony walls,
plush leather sofas and chairs. An exceedingly masculine and formidable room.
On the wall manacles hung, their steel contours glinting in
the available light. Next to them, just begging for a master’s use, were whips
and straps. Where the bed had stood in the Virgin’s Room and the fountain in
the garden one, here there was a simple frame, a kind of scaffold, with a
number of eyebolts, chains, belts and manacles at varying levels, those on top
meant to hold a woman’s wrists, the remainder for her ankles, waist and thighs,
securing her for punishment.
That wasn’t the end of it. From the top of the frame hung a
leather collar, added insurance to keep her confined and submissive to whatever
her master meted out.
Another of Connor’s films played on the back wall, showing
her just what that might be. The young woman, fully nude, wore one of the
leather masks Nikki had seen in the dressing room. It hid the upper half of her
face, leaving everything beneath her nose exposed. Shackles held her wrists and
ankles. Belts were around her waist and thighs, the leather collar about her
throat. She cried out silently in what seemed to be bliss as a young man
wearing a similar mask administered his discipline with a broad strap. The
leather cut across her ample buttocks, whipping around the top of her thigh,
then sliding down it. In slo-mo, the scene played, the strap’s movement
hypnotic.
Once more, Shoshana leaned close, murmuring as one would in
a sacred place. “In addition to the performer chained to the center frame, we
lock several other girls in those manacles on the wall, their nudity exposed
for all to see and enjoy.”
Nikki couldn’t stop staring at the punishment administered
in the film. She imagined the strap whistling through the air, its crack upon
making contact with the young woman’s ass, the glorious heat that followed, not
unlike a killer orgasm. “Are those other girls punished too?”
“Only if they agree to it. If they prefer to act as
waitstaff, that’s fine with us. Even if a client requests that a girl be
spanked, there’s an extra service charge involved and no client ever touches
one of our ladies. We only allow male performers to do so. The girls are
compensated well for the extra action and they aren’t harmed in the least. The
spanking is mild and completely erotic.”
Nikki’s head swam at the thought of being so completely
shackled, Mitch and Connor observing her as they had in the office, then both
of them taking turns whipping her buttocks, making her wet for their stiffened
rods.
Shoshana continued, “There are other rooms for same sex
couples, individuals with fetishes and areas where our young ladies dance nude,
similar to what a man would expect in a typical gentlemen’s club. For now
though, I think you’ve seen enough.”
Not true. This place was beyond any of Nikki’s wildest
fantasies, Connor’s films all that Mitch had promised and more. “Where will I
be working tonight?”
“It’s your choice.”
Nikki regarded the frame, those daunting yet fascinating
eyebolts, manacles, belts and collar. “Where do Mitch and Connor most often go
when they do show up?”
Shoshana studied her thoughtfully, whatever she was thinking
well hidden. Nikki figured if she’d been any other new hire, the young woman
would have laid down the law. She was here to serve the patrons, not to seduce
the bosses. However, she wasn’t the typical new girl, was she?
their cigarettes or cigars and for some, performing in one of the many shows.
We do have simulated sex acts between our Adams and Eves in this room to get
things going. But again, it’s playacting, nothing more.” She turned off the
candles.
“Where to now?” Nikki asked.
“The BDSM Room.”
She caught the sexy scent of leather and jasmine even before
Shoshana opened the doors. Tall black candles were everywhere, trying to eat
away the shadows. They flickered on the dark scarlet furniture, ebony walls,
plush leather sofas and chairs. An exceedingly masculine and formidable room.
On the wall manacles hung, their steel contours glinting in
the available light. Next to them, just begging for a master’s use, were whips
and straps. Where the bed had stood in the Virgin’s Room and the fountain in
the garden one, here there was a simple frame, a kind of scaffold, with a
number of eyebolts, chains, belts and manacles at varying levels, those on top
meant to hold a woman’s wrists, the remainder for her ankles, waist and thighs,
securing her for punishment.
That wasn’t the end of it. From the top of the frame hung a
leather collar, added insurance to keep her confined and submissive to whatever
her master meted out.
Another of Connor’s films played on the back wall, showing
her just what that might be. The young woman, fully nude, wore one of the
leather masks Nikki had seen in the dressing room. It hid the upper half of her
face, leaving everything beneath her nose exposed. Shackles held her wrists and
ankles. Belts were around her waist and thighs, the leather collar about her
throat. She cried out silently in what seemed to be bliss as a young man
wearing a similar mask administered his discipline with a broad strap. The
leather cut across her ample buttocks, whipping around the top of her thigh,
then sliding down it. In slo-mo, the scene played, the strap’s movement
hypnotic.
Once more, Shoshana leaned close, murmuring as one would in
a sacred place. “In addition to the performer chained to the center frame, we
lock several other girls in those manacles on the wall, their nudity exposed
for all to see and enjoy.”
Nikki couldn’t stop staring at the punishment administered
in the film. She imagined the strap whistling through the air, its crack upon
making contact with the young woman’s ass, the glorious heat that followed, not
unlike a killer orgasm. “Are those other girls punished too?”
“Only if they agree to it. If they prefer to act as
waitstaff, that’s fine with us. Even if a client requests that a girl be
spanked, there’s an extra service charge involved and no client ever touches
one of our ladies. We only allow male performers to do so. The girls are
compensated well for the extra action and they aren’t harmed in the least. The
spanking is mild and completely erotic.”
Nikki’s head swam at the thought of being so completely
shackled, Mitch and Connor observing her as they had in the office, then both
of them taking turns whipping her buttocks, making her wet for their stiffened
rods.
Shoshana continued, “There are other rooms for same sex
couples, individuals with fetishes and areas where our young ladies dance nude,
similar to what a man would expect in a typical gentlemen’s club. For now
though, I think you’ve seen enough.”
Not true. This place was beyond any of Nikki’s wildest
fantasies, Connor’s films all that Mitch had promised and more. “Where will I
be working tonight?”
“It’s your choice.”
Nikki regarded the frame, those daunting yet fascinating
eyebolts, manacles, belts and collar. “Where do Mitch and Connor most often go
when they do show up?”
Shoshana studied her thoughtfully, whatever she was thinking
well hidden. Nikki figured if she’d been any other new hire, the young woman
would have laid down the law. She was here to serve the patrons, not to seduce
the bosses. However, she wasn’t the typical new girl, was she?
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