When the door opened and we stepped into the main club, my senses were assaulted by the bright lights and the boom of bass bouncing off the walls. I couldn’t resist checking it all out. It looked a lot like a regular club, with the exception of the nearly naked submissives wandering about. There were various seating areas as well as a bar that ran the length of one wall, and the music thumped through the speakers in the ceiling.
“They do not serve alcohol here,” Sir informed me. “It’s the owner’s preference. He’d prefer not to risk the chance of something going awry due to overindulging.”
“Such as?”
“Alcohol impairs consent,” he stated. “And in this realm, consent is the foundation we’re built upon.”
“Wow. I didn’t think about it that way.”
Although Sir was absolutely right. Alcohol impaired judgment; therefore, it impaired consent. That made complete sense to me. I was thinking along simpler lines. Such as, it seemed safer to have a level head when using implements of torture.
“What’re you smiling at, pet?”
“Just thinking about how it wouldn’t be wise to mix alcohol and a flogger.”
He chuckled. “Not always, no.”
Sir steered me across the room, stopping a couple of times to greet the people we came in contact with. Unlike the party I attended with Master, the people here were friendly enough and Sir always introduced me, using my first name. I caught curious glances being shot my way from everywhere. I wasn’t sure if they were surprised that Sir had a submissive with him or if they were looking at me specifically.
I did my best to be respectful, not looking anyone in the eye for fear I would offend them. It wasn’t until I heard someone say Trent Ramsey that my interest was piqued. In case you didn’t know, Trent Ramsey was only one of the absolute hottest men in Hollywood.
“Master Ramsey,” Sir greeted. “Good to see you.”
I couldn’t help it, I openly stared at the man approaching us. It was none other than the Trent Ramsey. In the flesh. Standing less than two feet away. The guy was a god among men and I knew my mouth was hanging open, but I couldn’t help it.
“Master Moore. It’s been a while, huh?”
“Not that long,” Sir answered, squeezing the back of my neck gently. “I’d like to introduce you to Luci. She’s my submissive for the evening.”
Trent Ramsey held out his hand and I didn’t move.
The chuckle that came from the larger-than-life man standing before me shocked me into reality.
“I’m so sorry, Master Ramsey,” I apologized, holding out my hand.
“A little star-struck,” Sir explained.
A little? I could hardly breathe.
“I get it all the time,” Master Ramsey said. “If you get a minute later, I’d like to chat.”
“Absolutely. Let me get her settled in and I’ll find you.”
Master Ramsey patted Sir’s back, then moved on to speak to someone else.
Sir turned to face me. “Close call, pet.”
“I know. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Turn around,” he instructed.
I pivoted, facing away from him.
When I felt the laces on my corset loosen, I knew exactly what he was doing. Heat infused my face when he relieved me of the garment, exposing my breasts to everyone in the room. Granted, no one seemed to be paying me any attention, but that didn’t ease any of my humiliation.
“Very pretty,” Sir said when he turned me back around.
He caressed my nipples with the backs of his hands and they instantly pebbled, betraying me. Sir leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear. “Be respectful, or the next thing to go will be the skirt.”
Shit.
I wasn’t sure that I was ready for that.
However, I also wasn’t sure I could be as respectful as they expected.
I feared I was doomed to fail because I was totally out of my element.
Twenty-Nine
SIR SPENT THE NEXT HALF hour escorting me through the club. He showed me the dungeon, which, as it turned out, really looked like a dungeon. At least this one did, anyway. From the stone walls and dark concrete floors to the intimate lanterns mounted on the wall, it held a dark appeal that called to me. I’d never seen anything like it. The scene outlined before us was kinky and sexy and…I didn’t want to ever leave.
Once at the bottom of the stairs, Sir led me around, continuing to keep his hand on the back of my neck. We stopped while he talked to several people, and a couple of times to admire a scene. I was mesmerized when I noticed a stunning woman wearing black latex using fire on her submissive. It was an interesting trick for sure. The guy’s erection was impossible to miss, so I could only assume that he enjoyed what she was doing to him.
Personally, I wasn’t sure I wanted the flame anywhere near me. But in the same sense, the woman—a Domme—appeared to be enjoying herself, her pleasure recognizable on her pretty face. I figured it was as gratifying for her submissive, simply knowing how much it pleased his Mistress.
