Paul
Dave and I alternated between punishment and reward. I enjoyed his attention but sex with him was less than inspiring. I instructed him and helped him, but it never worked for me, and that's okay. I spent many years working in the sex industry and I knew the difference between job sex and love sex. This was a job no matter how I cut it. I think he wanted to love me, he certainly acted that way, but he would never change his life, or his family and I accepted that. I didn't bug him about it and I think that made it easier for both of us.
I began to look around for the sexual satisfaction my body craved. I decided that maybe I could use a few more bedroom toys and one Sunday I went looking for a sex shop. The yellow pages contained a couple and I wrote the addresses down. The closest one was farther out Broad Street from where I lived, and I decided to check it out.
Miss Elaine's was a chain store and carried all the basic elements of enhanced sexual activity and a small section of S&M tools. I looked primarily for things I could use on Dave but also something that might help me too. Short of flogging myself I didn't see much. I needed a partner.
When I checked out the man behind the counter asked me if I belonged to The Dungeon.
"No." I replied
"Are you interested in joining a club for S&M? You are very sexy and would be a big hit."
"I might be, can you tell me how to find one. I am new to the city."
"Yes, I can, and if you want to come tonight around eight PM I will be at the door and make sure you get in."
"Will you make sure I get home safe?" I smiled and said.
"Absolutely."
He wrote down an address and gave me instructions on how to find it. I walked out with my purchases and wondered what it might be like, The Dungeon?
I didn't have any dungeon wear, so I put on some tight jeans and a tank top that showed my modest cleavage. My breasts were firm, so I left the bra at home. After consideration I took my panties off too and left them at home.
The weather was warm and the address only four blocks from my apartment.
I bid the doorman good evening and set out on foot.
The Dungeon, is a public restaurant. Virginia is a dry State and you were required to serve food in order to have a liquor license. The décor was all dark and spooky, most of the decorations were not even visible. I found my new friend at the door checking the ID's of patrons. You also needed to be twenty-one to get in.
I said hello and he directed me to a stool at the bar and said, "I will come get you in a few minutes."
I went to the bar and the bartender asked me what I wanted, and I ordered a glass of red wine.
The bar maid's outfit looked like what I pictured the patrons of this establishment should be wearing. Red bustier over black nylons that came up over her hips and accentuated them. I thought they might look good on Devona. I looked around and took the place in after my eyes adjusted to the dark. I saw mostly two-tops occupied by couples. Some male couples, a few female couples, and male/female couples added to the mix. The bartender brought me my wine and asked me if I wanted to open a tab. I said no, laid a five on the counter and said, "Keep the change." She gave me a big smile and went off to serve another customer.
Fifteen minutes later my new friend came over and introduced himself as Paul. I said,
"Rachael, nice to meet you."
"Would you like to see the setup?"
"Sure."
"Hand me your wine, the law says customers can't carry an open beverage in here.
Follow me."
I did, and we walked to the back of the bar and down the corridor that led to the bathrooms. At the end of the hall, Paul opened a locked door with a key. The door led to a set of steps that went down to a lower level. When we reached the bottom, we found another bouncer who greeted Paul and let us pass. We entered a large room with very low light. You could barely see anybody, but you could hear the pounding music and the sounds of whips, chains, and sex. It was intoxicating.
"Sit here at this table and have a look around. I will get you another wine and then we can chat about what you want to do."
"Okay."
Paul came back with a bottle of Black Box Merlot and another glass for him.
After pouring the wine he said, "Do you know what you want to do?"
"No."
"This is a member only club and everyone here is a member except for a few guests like yourself tonight."
"Why should I become a member?" I asked.
"You and your Master can come here and use the community equipment. You can meet new people and in general become part of the S&M scene."
"I don't have a Master." I replied.
"I can volunteer, or I can set up interviews with other Masters and even a Dominatrix if you prefer a woman."
"Do you have time tonight to show me the facility and maybe demonstrate what goes on?"
"I have until eleven PM and then I have an appointment."
"That should get me started." I said.
Paul walked me through the place, showing me several rooms with various racks, tables, even a dark room. A place I really didn't want to see. Darkness and I were not good together.
Paul asked me if I needed some discipline?
"What are you offering?"
"I can truss you up and torture you a bit with a crop or a whip."
"To what end." I asked.
"Once you become accustomed to the pain, we can provide you with some pleasure." Paul offered.
"I could stand some pleasure. I haven't experienced a good orgasm in months."
"Then, let me be your guide."
"You going to fuck me in here?"
"Is that what it takes?"
"I don't know, that's why I asked."
"Why don't you let me provide you with some slave garments to use and teach you some basics."
"Are you going to put me in a crate?"
"No, we don't have crates here."
"Okay, I'll give it a try but if I don't like something I am going to stop. Is that okay with you?"
"That is fine, the safe word is "biscuit," anytime you want to stop just say that word and things will cease."
