I've been wanting to visit one of the many dungeons in the Los Angeles area for a long time, and finally the time seemed right. I keep getting emails about one particular dungeon. They say that for $200 a person will get three Dommes for 2 hours, and they limit it to just 5 persons. It sounded good to me.
One of the problems is that since I'm married, it's not easy to arrange to be out from about 7pm until midnight. The party lasts from 8pm to 10pm...and then I need to drive home from Los Angeles. I needed to come up with a plan.
Since I'm an entertainer, I decided that I needed to claim a booking for that night, in Los Angeles. I perform often for private parties, especially in Los Angeles and Beverly Hills, and their parties usually run quite late. That would eliminate any worry. So, I put it on my calendar and contacted the dungeon. They said I was good...they had a couple others. I reserved for 8pm.
Unfortunately, I had to wear a tuxedo since I was allegedly performing for a party. To make things worse, we were having one of the heaviest rain storms in years. I dressed in formal wear and took off, fighting the rain and traffic.
My GPS said that I had arrived a couple hours later, but I didn't see it. Of course they didn't have a neon sign, but in this case, there was no signage whatsoever. I finally just parked in the approximate area and, grabbing my umbrella, I started checking addresses. I finally found it. It was a very non-descript entrance, nothing giving any indication of what went on behind the gated entrance. The tiny sign beside the door said to buzz, then wait. It went on to say that someone would be with me soon. So, I buzzed and then waited in the rain for about 10 minutes. I was beginning to think that they had canceled due to the rain when the door finally opened up. Standing in the door way was a beautiful woman who appeared to be about 25 years of age. She was dressed in the usual attire for women in that profession...lots of leather and skimpy clothing. I confirmed who I was with my ID, and she let me in. She led me to one of about 10 small rooms off the hallway and asked me to get comfortable. She said one of the dommes would be in soon to answer all my questions.
The room was tastefully furnished, and I proceeded to partially undress. I removed my jacket, shoes, socks and my shirt, leaving me just wearing my pants. I sat down to wait.
It wasn't long before a slightly older woman came into the room, without knocking. She was accompanied by another slightly younger woman, I'd say about 25 years of age. The older woman explained that the younger one was named "Trish" and this was her first night. For some reason, I found that tremendously exciting. I'm sure over time it all becomes rather ordinary for these women, but for her, it was all new. The older one sat down next to me on the couch. She asked me what I wanted, and I told her I wasn't sure, but I would try everything and anything. She smiled and asked me to finish undressing, then put on whatever I wanted to wear for the session. I told her I would prefer to wear nothing, and she said that was fine. She said someone would come to get me in a few minutes, and she left. I finished undressing and sat on the couch. The leather couch was suddenly very cold.
It was no more than about 10 minutes before there was a knock at my door. I got up and opened the door, resisting the urge to cover myself. I consider myself to be fairly good looking, in spite of my age. I watch my weight, maintaining myself between 180 and 185 pounds, and like to keep up a good tan. Although I spend much time out by the pool during the warmer months, I also visit my local tanning salon on a weekly basis. As a result, I had hopes that the woman would feel some sexual attraction to me, adding to the experience. I was disappointed when the older woman kept it all business as she gave me my final instructions.
"Once you step outside this room, you belong to myself and my girls. You will address as Mistress Nicole or Mistress...nothing else. You are not allowed to touch any of us in any way, unless invited. Since you chose not to decline any activities, I assume that you have no limits. If you do, and we have mis-understood, now would be the time to clarify that."
I thought a moment, then fearing the worst, I told them that I would not allow any kind of permanent marking, nor any dismemberment. I did not want to take home any indication that I had been there. I also would not participate sexually in any way with another male.
After making some notes, Mistress Nicole continued..."We can comply with your requests. Generally, unless requested, we don't leave any marks except redness on your behind. Beyond that, there is no sexual activity here during our sessions...that is, no oral, and no penile penetration. Lastly," she said to end the discussion, "it seems that you are the only one brave enough to show up in the rain. As a result, we can't ask you to interact with another slave."
This was the first time I had heard myself referred to as a "slave," and the connotations of the term made it clear that I would be in no position to dictate the rules of play. She continued...
"Lastly, should we impose any kind of punishment that you find yourself unable to withstand, you can always ask us to stop that punishment by using the safe word 'hurts.' We will then either stop that activity or lessen its severity. Should you choose to use the word again, we will completely cease that activity immediately." As she said that, she gave me a look as if to say "I hope you're not such a sissy as to rely upon such limitations.
"To wrap up, if you wish to stop at any time you need only say "STOP" and we will end the session. I will admit that seldom do all three dominatrix give our full attention to one slave for the full 2 hours. You may well find the experience beyond your ability to endure, and we understand that.
"Now, before we ask you to fully submit your entire body to us, do you have any further requests?"
I explained that I would be writing a journal about this experience and asked if someone could take a few photographs with my phone at suitable times, and she agreed.
"Now," she instructed, "it is time." With that said, she indicated for Trish to grab my wrists and pull them behind me, placing handcuffs on each one. Mistress Nicole then placed a collar around my neck and attached a leather leash of some kind. She then gave it a tug, indicating for me to follow. With Trish following behind (literally), I followed Mistress down a long, cold hallway away from the door through which I had entered just a short time ago.
The floor was cold, bare concrete, and the walls were unadorned, except for the industrial style lights suspended from the ceiling, giving the room a distinctive coldness, immediately causing me to experience a slight shiver. I had never felt quite so naked in my life, and for just a moment I experienced a sense of fear. I knew nothing about this place, and nobody from outside knew I was here. I was naked, exposed, and quite helpless. I had heard of people disappearing, never to be heard from again, and wondered, for just an instant, if this might be how it happens. I could feel the file rising within my throat, and I was almost tempted to end it now, assuming they would even let me do so.
We continued walking down what seemed to be an endless hallway until at last we arrived at a rather large, poorly lit room. All four walls held floor to ceiling mirrors, and in the center of the room, hanging from the ceiling, was a contraption consisting of straps and chains. It was to this device that I was led, leaving me standing directly beneath it. I could see that the chains traversed the ceiling to one of the walls, and they continued down the wall to some kind of crank. Someone, I assume it was Trish, removed the handcuffs, and Mistress Nicole dropped the leash to the floor. Trish moved around in front of me, and I was astonished to see that she was now as naked as I was. I felt a familiar tingle between my legs as I gazed hungrily at her slim body. As though she could read my thoughts, something that I assume would require little skill, she stepped away. She then returned with a blindfold and placed it over my eyes. I felt the closeness of her body as she checked the blindfold to insure that it fit properly.
Once again, I felt the by now familiar body of Trish against mine as she raised my left arm over my head, then attached some kind of leather strap around my wrist. It was hard to concentrate on what she was doing due to the way that she pressed her naked body against mine, seemingly unaware of the effect it was having on me. As I felt my cock quickly rise, I could sense a slight reaction from her body, as though she too found the situation arousing. I quickly remembered that this was her first night, although I could not be sure of that. Perhaps it was all part of the adventure...to leave me thinking of her as some sort of "virgin."
While I was lost in my thoughts, she raised my right arm and also attached that wrist to the leather strap. Once that was done, she stepped away from me. Blindfolded, naked, and fully restrained, I once again began to experience the mixed emotions of fear, arousal and anticipation. I was no longer cold, and in fact, I could feel sweat pooling on my chest and run down my belly.
