Chapter 13
LEILA'S DOMAINE
Suzie and I arrived at Len's and Leila's second floor apartment in Knoxville around 6:30. I shook Len's hand and kissed Leila's cheek. Suzie gave them each a hug and a kiss, like they were longtime friends instead of just recent acquaintances. Len asked us if we'd prefer wine or beer before dinner. We both opted for wine, white for Suzie and red for me. Leila already had set out a platter of hors d'oeuvres and some salted peanuts.
The apartment was small, yet the living room was spacious with space for a dining table at one end, adjacent to the kitchen. The table was nicely set with wine glasses, fresh flowers and candles. It appeared that Leila was a good hostess. While we enjoyed our wine and before dinner treats the four of us made small talk. We learned a little about each other, such as who works where and what do they do. I asked how they liked the apartment.
Len answered, "It's OK. I grew up in apartments so I'm used to communal living, so to speak, but Leila grew up in a house, with grounds, so it's a big change for her."
Leila added, "You bet it was. I didn't like it at first. The noise especially. Barking dogs waking us up, for instance. But you get used to it after a while. Fortunately the walls are pretty soundproof and we only have neighbors on one side, but above and below isn't quite as good. We try to be quiet, especially at night, and we hope the neighbors do too. Len's a screamer when we have sex, so he has to remember to stifle that."
"Kind of spoils things a little," Len commented.
Leila is a great cook and had prepared a wonderful meal for us. The topic of conversation while we ate was almost exclusively the Annual Gala of the Mill Club which we had all attended the previous Saturday. None of us having been to the first Gala the year before, we had all been somewhat shocked at what we watched. The treatment of the four volunteer submissives during the evening was at once surprising, interesting, erotic, and titillating.
Susie said, "I was shocked when they poured urine into the tube that went into the two subs' mouths. Is that a common practice in the BDSM world?"
Leila answered her. "It's fairly common. When Len and I started playing he listed 'water sports'—that's anything to do with peeing—as a soft limit. That means it's something that he's not crazy about but that he's willing to try. And he did try. It took me a while to train him to drink my piss but I did. It was kind of like training a dog, using rewards and punishment. Now when we are playing, I usually end up peeing in his mouth. He swallows it all, too, because he knows what can happen to him if he doesn't. Right, Len?"
"Yep. That's right, Leila."
We also spoke about Suzie's and my best friends Bob and Julie, who had put on a show of their own at the Gala. Julie had to sit during dinner and for three hours during the "entertainment" on a very sore ass which Bob had beaten the night before. Her hands were tied behind her, and a remote controlled vibrator was on her clit. Bob timed her climax so that she was screaming for all to hear just as the show ended.
"That Bob is something else," Len said.
"He is," I responded. "He's my best friend and yet a month ago I had no idea he was into this stuff. Sometimes I think he goes a little overboard."
Leila said, "Maybe so. But Julie goes along with it. She can always say no and he would have to honor that. If not, theirs is not a good BDSM relationship."
Suzie added, "Well, she's
my
best friend and she assures me that she loves whatever Bob does to her, and I believe her."
When dinner was over, Bob asked if we'd like to see how he sets up their "playroom".
I answered for both of us. "Yes, we were hoping we could. We need some ideas for our place. We saw Bob's room but that's a bit much for us. We don't have a whole room to devote to just BDSM."
Len said, "Well, ours is fairly simple, but it's easy to set up and easy to hide. And, it works very well for our needs, doesn't it, Honey?"
Leila answered from the kitchen where she and Suzie were stacking the dinner dishes in the sink.
"If you want I'd be glad to come over to your place and help you set things up," Len said.
"I might take you up on that."
When Suzie came back to the living room Len had us go to the doorway of the closet. It was just a three foot wide door, but there were eye bolts screwed into the frame on the inside at each corner, top and bottom.
"This takes the place of a 'St. Andrews Cross'," he said.
Neither Suzie nor I knew at the time what that was, but, not wanting to seem totally dumb, neither of us asked.
Next Len brought out from the back of the closet several black wooden pieces. "Watch this," Len said. There were six pieces and eight bolts with wing nut and washers. In about five minutes, he had put them all together into what looked similar to a saw horse with a leather-padded top.
"Wow, that's impressive. Did you make that yourself?" I asked.
"Yep. I'm pretty proud of it. Designed it and built it myself. Know what it's for?"
"Well, it's similar to what we saw at Bob's house, only his didn't come apart. It's for spanking and bondage, right?"
"Right on. See all the eye bolts? It's got fourteen points of attachment. You can imagine all the positions you can fasten someone in."
I said, "I guess if I thought about it I could. Can you imagine the different ways you could be attached to that, Suzie?"
"Yeh. I've been imagining. It's kind of turning me on," she replied.
I said to Len, "Maybe you could make one for us?"
"That's what I had in mind. You
need
something like this."
By now Leila had joined us. "OK, Len. Enough bragging about what a great builder you are. Time to show these folks what all your workmanship is good for." Leila raised her voice and said, sternly, "Strip
now
, Len, and put these on." She handed him several black leather items which she had removed from a large box in the closet. Leonard didn't hesitate to start removing his clothes, although we had never seen him unclothed. While he undressed himself Leila took some other items from the box and set them on the dining table.
"Susan commented to Leila, "Wow, Len doesn't have any qualms about undressing in front of near strangers? We hardly know each other."
"He knows better than to not obey my commands immediately when we're in play mode. He knows from my tone of voice when we're in play mode. He's learned the hard way that the punishment I'd give him would be worse than whatever I've told him to do."
By now, Len was naked, only wearing leather cuffs on each wrist and ankle. Each cuff had two metal attachment rings. He had also attached a leather strap around his scrotum above the balls, forcing the balls into the bottom of the sac. A second strap, perpendicular to the first, ran from the back to the front, separating each ball into its own compartment. This strap also had a small metal ring attached to it.
"You may wonder about the ball separator he's wearing," Leila said. "I love to see his testicles bulging out, all nice and snug in their own little spaces. I like to play with them and suck on them like that, don't I Honey?"
"Yes, Mistress Leila," was Len's reply.
"He has to call me that when we're playing, or else he faces more punishment. Which is another great thing about the ball separator. If you squeeze or twist the testicles when they're bound like that it's extremely painful. I'll show you, but first, let's string him up. Stand in the doorway, Len!"
