Welcome to the continuation of Parker's Adventures. Last we left off, Parker was on a tour of the Royal Diamond club. While being guided by Lady Heather, Parker's presence began interrupting the debauchery because he's the only man who has ever worn the green and blue mask. I hope you enjoy finding out why.
So many questions flood my mind, but before I get to ask Lady Heather one, I'm interrupted. A large man, bigger than I was before I lost the weight, comes up to us and bows his head, "Lady Heather," he says, "I have been a very bad man. Will you take me to your dungeon and punish me?"
I look to her to see her response. The hand not attached to my leash goes to the man's cheek, strokes the side of his face, "Oh, Vladimir," she purrs is name and he looks up at her, "can't you see I'm otherwise occupied?" The man falls to his knees with a hard thud and lets out a surprised groan of pain. I hadn't seen it, but Lady Heather is twisting his ear. "If you behave yourself I may fit you into my schedule after the show tonight."
"There's a show tonight?" He asks, then his ear is twisted again. "Ow, yes! Thank you, Lady Heather." I see her twist just a little bit more. "Thank you, mistress."
"That's better." She releases him abruptly and he falls to the ground. As she steps over him I noticed he's wearing nothing, but a gold mask.
"I knew you were a dominatrix."
She gives me a cool look and simply asks, "Does that excite you?"
I don't even have to look down to know I'm standing at attention. "I'm pretty easy to excite right now." Her laugh is throaty and sexy, meant for dark intimate places. Of course, around here that's everywhere. "What was that about a show?"
That cool look turns into a knowing smile, "You'll see." Everywhere you look there's a show of some kind. Men and women of all shapes and sizes having anonymous sex with people who's names they don't know. At least I don't think they do.
Lady Heather shows me many rooms, but only one room is unoccupied. It's a simple room with a couple yellow lamps and a love seat, arm chair combo creating a little L shape. She lounges on the love seat like a dangerous sex kitten, and I sit in the arm chair.
Before coming here I overheard a woman ask a man in a purple mask to tie her to a post and spank her ass. The thing that caught my attention, she called him Lord.
She stretches out her wonderful legs and I can't help, but wonder how much those boots hurt. I don't ask about her boots though. "So. Lady Irene, Lord Sade, and Lady Heather. I just overheard a woman call one of the purple masks Lord."
"All members of the staff are called Lady or Lord. For those of us on the permanent staff we are given the prefix of Lady or Lord followed by a pseudonym. The members are only known by a pseudonym if anyone cares to give one. No one knows if the name is real, some are bound to be, but all are assumed to be fake."
"What about me?" Everyone's been calling me Mr. Parker and it's my real name.
"You are a conundrum to us as well, Mr. Parker, not just the members." She rolls off the couch and crawls to me on her hands and knees. "No one is called Mr. and there is only one called Ms." Crawling up my legs she pulls my leash down and our faces are dangerously close. "I've worked for my mistress for years, but you get to wear her colors." Her lips hover close to mine, a hard thought would bring us together. "Why were you chosen while I still grovel at her feet?" Lady Heather's breath is hot against my skin.
I'm not a stupid man, I can connect the dots. The Vixen from last night had Lucy give me the card leading me here. She must be the Ms. Penny that Lady Irene had mentioned. Lady Heather may be a dominatrix with a dungeon, but this house is Ms. Penny's domain. "I don't know," I tell her honestly, "I never actually met her."
Anger flashes in her eyes and now I don't know if she wants to kiss me, or bite me. She's about to make a move, but the music is suddenly cut off and there's a low pitched ding in its place. Three dings and then silence. Lady Heather growls, "Saved by the bell."
That intense hatred that put a dangerous fire in her eyes is just gone, squelched in an instant like flipping a switch. The drastic change has me more startled than anything I've seen tonight. As a dominatrix she should have better control of her emotions than most people, if she's a good Dom.
Was it an act or did she experience such intense rage that she lost control? I'm frozen stiff, this close to her mouth she could do some serious damage to me if she wanted. Even when her tongue comes out and slowly runs it along my lips I remain still.
"If she kisses you it'll be my taste in her mouth." She stands and brings me with her by holding my leash close to my collar. "We must not be late," her words are as cold as ice.
Following at her side, Lady Heather and I walk in silence. Everyone has stopped whatever sexual acts they were engaged in and is heading in the same direction we are. The room we arrive in is low lit, even by the decorum's usual standards. 4 rows of seating arch around a center stage where the light is the brightest I've seen since leaving the locker room.
As the mostly naked people pour in they occupy the seats, most of them left what little clothing they had in whatever room they had been in. I move to one of the chairs in the back, but Lady Heather's hold on my leash leads me around them all.
The stage in the middle of these seats is round. At the center is a stone altar, a royal blue cushion on top and a single forest green pillow. Set a little farther to the back and to the right is a pillar, made from the same kind of stone as the altar. Hung from the top are two chains that end in clips.
To the left, an old bench also made of stone. What I find odd about it, the height and length aren't what you'd think a bench should be. Of all the things I knew where custom made for sex, I never thought any of them would be made from stone. Hell, with this place all bets are off and anything is possible.
