Your partner is already waiting for you when you walk into the dungeon. This is your first fetish con, and spending it with your two favorite people has put you over the top. He has been guiding you from experience to experience, and she has been egging you on.
You stop, mouth agape. The dungeon inhabits one of the hotels great ball rooms, and it is well stocked with equipment, and kinksters. The sounds of leather striking flesh, of cries of both pain and pleasure float through the air. In front of you a woman is suspended by rope, and slowly lowered onto a vibrator. Beyond that, another suspension scene, this woman supported only by glossy cling wrap. To your left is a row of bondage crosses, each supporting a man or woman being lashed, or whipped or canned. A tiny woman in a leather corset smacks a cane into the backside of a man three times her size, who bellows and thrashes like a wounded beast. Nothing holds him there, save his submission to her.
To your right, mats line the floor. One holds a needle play scene, a woman slowly piercing the flesh of her girlfriend. Another holds a couple wrestling naked, warring to see who takes who. A woman writhes on a third, one man's face buried in her pussy, as another takes her mouth.
Your companion guides your attention back to your lover. He stands, smiling under a silver metal archway; chains dangle from it, complete with leather cuffs. More cuffs rest at ankle level. She takes your hand and pulls you under the arch to stand beside him.
"You stay", he says in a voice that promises trouble if you stray. He takes her hand and they walk a short distance away, having their own whispered conference. They keep glancing up, making sure you are remaining in place. You smile nervously, and strain to hear what they are saying. All you catch is "hammer and anvil".
As you attempt to puzzle out the meaning of that, they high five, and he walks back, grinning evilly. You want to turn when you hear him unzip the heavy looking bag behind you, but you become transfixed by the sight of your female lover. She is grinning as well, and slowly taking off her clothing, her exposed skin drawing your eyes from anything else. Her pale skin gleams under the lighting, and her eyes seem to blaze. She walks to you with an exaggerated swagger, rolling her hips in a way that makes you tighten between your legs.
She reaches you, and cups your face in her hands, before starting to efficiently remove your cloths. In seconds you are naked as she is, and you are aware of a small crowd gathering, staring at the two of you. You open your mouth to say something, and she shushes you with a fingertip to your lips..a finger that soon slides between your lips. You suck on it eagerly, and you see her eyes darker with desire that matches your own. She slips the finger back out with a pop, and slowly takes first one hand, guiding the wrist into the cuff, than the other. She kneels slowly before you, and fastens your ankles in the lower cuffs, leaving you spread eagle and open. She looks up a you, leaning in so you can feel her breath flow over your pussy, and you shiver. Your moan brings out a small sound from the growing crowd, which only increases your excitement.
She stands up slowly, rising to your eye level. Taking your face between her hands, she leans in and kisses you. You eagerly kiss her back, and as your lips touch you hear a whistle of air behind you, and a stinging smack against your ass. You jump in your restraints, and yelp into her mouth. She breaks the kiss off, laughing softly.
You glance over your shoulder, and he stands behind you, casually swinging flogger. It's falls are black leather, and the handle is gleaming steel, with a ridged phallic shape. He runs the metal, barely warmed from his hand, over your spine, making you gasp..then up your inner thighs, and slides it between your legs, each ridge sending a jolt of pleasure into you. He suddenly takes two steps back, and the sting returns: along your upper back, over your hips, and again and again dancing across your ass. It continues for 30 seconds, then he stops, and the stinging pain blooms into pleasure as your endorphins kick in.
Her hands are suddenly running across your body, and you moan again, rising into a cry as the flogger strikes home again. Her finger tips are velvet, gliding over your stomach, teasing your inner thighs, exploring the swell of your breasts. When he strikes, she teases; when he steps back, her fingers caress and pinch your nipples.
