Kendra's Strange Threesome
Our movie was finished and we were sitting naked on the couch, Kendra with her head in my lap lazily blowing me while I played idly with her long black braids. I didn't feel especially horny at that moment and probably wouldn't cum, but it felt good to feel Kendra's lips around my cock while her tongue played gently with my slit. Just a picture of gentle domestic bliss -- you can't have wild bondage sex every night of the week and still make it to work in the morning. Believe me, we tried that for a while, and I can testify that it's not all that good for you.
Kendra lifted her mouth off my cock and looked up at me. "It's Friday tomorrow. Should we do something a bit special?"
"That could be really nice. Did you have anything in particular in mind?"
She stroked my cock gently with her hand as she spoke. "Well, we haven't been to Draco's in quite a while. There's usually a few new scenes to watch there. Maybe we'll get inspired, or maybe we'll just have fun watching to see what other people have thought of."
Draco's Dungeon. Once Kendra had gotten me hooked on BDSM -- well, mostly bondage and discipline, without much sado-masochism -- we had been dabbling in the bondage scene to the extent of occasionally dropping by fetish clubs like Draco's. It's a pretty laid-back place, and no-one cares whether you dive enthusiastically into fetish scenes or just sit back and entertain yourself by watching what others do. You can get naked, or keep some or all of your clothes on, whatever serves your current mood. When we go there, we sometimes run into friends from the BDSM scene, or people we don't know who become our friends by the end of the night.
Neither of us is personally into pain play, but it's interesting to see how other people use pain as a sexual turn-on. Kendra just likes me to tie her up in interesting ways and fuck her senseless, and the wealth of bondage furniture that Draco's provides makes it easy to come up with interesting kinds of restraint. Even though we more often do what we do in private at home, we've found that sometimes doing it in a semi-public environment adds an element of exhibitionism that amps up the sensations hugely.
"Let's make it a date," I said as Kendra took my cock, now suddenly hard, back in her mouth.
**
We stepped out of the cab, paid the driver, presented our membership cards and proof of vaccination at the door, and walked in. The change room at Draco's is mixed gender -- if you're going to do the things that people do in Draco's, you'd better have gotten over any shyness about your body a long time ago.
We had decided to go with a more or less naked look. I was wearing a minor variant of the outfit I had christened at T'Jalla's bondage show -- leather straps crossed over my chest and another set of straps that cradled my junk without hiding any of it. I still liked the way that thing gently massaged my balls whenever I moved. Studded leather bracelets completed the dom look.
Kendra wore a studded leather collar that matched my bracelets. She was wearing tit jewelry -- little silver bells clipped to each nipple. The clips weren't painful nipple clamps, just light attachment clips that didn't pinch any more than clip-on earrings. A studded leather belt around her waist and a pair of black heels completed the outfit. As I said: about as close to naked as we could get and still be wearing something interesting.
"Feel like starting with a cruise of the scenery?" Kendra asked. We started ambling around the large room, taking in various scenes from a respectful distance.
Most were pretty classic. A man hung by his wrists from a suspension pulley, wearing a cock-and-ball cage while another man worked over his back and ass with a riding crop. Another man was chained over a spanking bench, his ankles spread wide and secured to the legs of the bench on one side, his wrists to the legs on the other. A woman was pegging him in the ass with a big strapon, to the evident satisfaction of both parties. Another woman was cuffed face-in to a St. Andrew's cross while a man switched her ass with a light cane, adding methodically to the red stripes that were working their way down her flesh in a neat, professional-looking pattern while she whimpered around the ball gag strapped into her mouth.
Nothing was all that unusual, but the collective atmosphere was definitely arousing. It was fun to be in the presence of so many people with so many different tastes in kink. We paused a few minutes to watch the woman being switched on the bum, admiring the practiced way her dom was laying out the stripes in neatly spaced rows, never hitting hard enough to do real damage but obviously causing a lot of pain that the woman was finding intensely pleasurable. Despite the whimpers, we could smell the scent of aroused pussy from our middle-distance vantage point.
Finally the man put down the cane, pressed his huge erection into what must have been a thoroughly slicked pussy, and began to thrust slowly. Each thrust brought a gasp of pleasure from the woman, only partly muffled by the ball in her mouth. It must have been painful to have his pelvic region slam into her glowing red backside with each balls-deep thrust, but she didn't seem to mind. I gently massaged Kendra's pussy, already getting wet from the sight of the woman being so thoroughly rammed in front of us. The woman finally let out a muffled orgasmic scream, and the man gave a few more pumps and held his cock still, obviously pumping his load deep inside her.
That show was over for now. As the man pulled his cock out and released an ooze of cum from her well-filled pussy, we moved on to see what else the evening would offer.
As we turned a corner, Kendra suddenly gasped and grabbed my arm. "Is that what I think it is?" I looked where she was pointing, and at first didn't see anything very unusual. A naked woman displaying a lot of tattoos and piercings -- nipples, septum, labia, clitoral hood -- was bound over another spanking bench, a pretty common sight at Draco's. Then I realized what was unusual.
An electric branding iron sat in a rack beside her, plugged in and heating up. The end was already glowing dull red, and as we watched, it began turning brighter red and then orange. A few whisps of smoke curled up from it as it heated. A man was watching thoughtfully, obviously waiting for it to come up to temperature.
The design at the end was quite small and I couldn't make it out from where we were standing, but I knew there were places that specialized in custom brands for those who were into this particular kind of body mod kink. Neither Kendra nor I are at all into body mod, even the mild kind -- neither of us has any piercings other than the studs in Kendra's ears, and the only tattoo we have between us is a discrete butterfly between Kendra's shoulder blades. This woman, on the other hand, obviously loved body art, and had decided to take it to another level.
Her face showed a mixture of apprehension and elation. This was obviously something she wanted to happen, although you could read some second thoughts on her face as well. A dungeon monitor was hovering, keeping a close eye on this unusually extreme scene.
Kendra and I both cringed as the man picked up the branding iron, but couldn't look away. He selected a spot on the top outside of her left asscheek, lined up the iron carefully, pressed for about three seconds, then pulled it away. It left a design that looked like an intricately interwoven set of initials. The woman's skin was light brown, a shade darker than Kendra's, and I knew that the brand would stand out handsomely as a light pinky-white scar when it healed. Right now it was an angry red.
The woman had clenched her lips tightly to stifle a scream when the iron touched her flesh, although a little whimper had escaped. Now she was just breathing deeply to control the pain. Finally she was able to gasp out a faint "Thank you, Master."
"I think I need a drink. You with me?" We sat at the bar and ordered drinks. Unlike some fetish clubs, Draco's serves alcohol, although the DM's are careful not to let anyone get too hammered to be able to indulge safely in their chosen kink. Right then, we felt the need of some alcohol to help us process what we'd just seen.
"Jesus," said Kendra. "I know that there are people who think tattoos and piercings aren't quite extreme enough."
"Or painful enough."
"Right, or painful enough. That looked painful as hell. But I'd expect people to get it done in some sort of professional clinic, just like a tattoo, not in public at a fetish club."
"I guess once you get the design the way you like it, it's a lot more difficult to make a mistake that it is with a tattoo. And you're not sticking anything under the skin, so there's not much risk of infection."
"Self-cauterizing. Ugh!" Kendra shuddered. "I guess if you're going to do something that extreme, you might as well show off the experience to everybody who cares to watch."
"The asscheek is an odd choice, though. Why have a mark like that where hardly anyone will see it?"
"Maybe a first attempt, just to see if she likes the effect? We've been coming here long enough to know that some people are really hard to figure out." We turned back to our drinks and swivelled around on our bar stools to watch the interesting parade of people in their imaginative costumes, or lack thereof.
**
After a few minutes, another person joined us at the bar. They were tall, white, with straight blonde hair in a sort of page-boy style. Nice set of compact breasts, maybe B cup. And as they sat down, I noticed a large, well-hung penis.
I noted this interesting fact, but didn't think a whole lot of it. Lots of trans people have both female and male body parts. For some it's a step in a journey, and for others it's the way they want to stay. The only confusing part was that, without clothes to convey gender signals, I couldn't tell whether they were presenting as male or female. It shouldn't matter, I guess, but it shows you how deeply entrenched our cultural expectations of gender binaries are. How do you react to someone who doesn't obviously fit a gender category?
After a few sips of their drink, our new barmate began to chat. They were likely at Draco's to get some company, and maybe pick up a playmate for the evening.
"I like your outfits. The matching studded leather is a really nice touch, marks you out as being together." Their voice was sort of feminine in timbre, but deeper than most women's voices. Sort of in-between.
"That we are," I replied. "We're just here tonight to see what's happening."
"The nipple bells are cute, too." Kendra smiled and rocked her shoulders back and forth to wiggle her breasts and make the bells jingle.
