“Sit back down, sweetie,” he says. “They’re not done yet.”
“But she stopped spanking her,” I whisper.
“Just watch.”
Christina looks over and winks at me conspiratorially and I wonder what she knows that I don’t. Then I see Mistress D begin rubbing and kissing the submissive’s bottom, and my insides turn to goo.
What the hell is happening to me?
Since when did something like a public spanking turn me on so much?
The idea of watching someone I know perform in public should be terrifying to me, embarrassing, but it’s not, and I wonder why. I wonder why I’m not humiliated as I watch my coworker get to her knees and begin to lick her submissive’s thighs.
I wonder why I’m not embarrassed when she moves a little higher.
The submissive makes a noise, and my entire stomach tightens. The music is loud, but the crowd is transfixed as we watch Mistress D move with grace and precision to bring her submissive to the edge of orgasm.
The submissive seems to grow more and more tense until she reaches that elusive goal, and she comes. She opens her mouth and cries out. She pulls against her restraints: her body shaking. She groans and wiggles and quivers, and Destiny doesn’t stop until the woman has sagged against the spanking chair.
“Holy dragons,” I groan, and I realize my boy shorts are completely, totally soaked. Shit. I’m going to have to wash these before I give them back to Christina. I can’t believe how wet I am just from watching that, and I wonder what that says about me as a person.
“You liked it, didn’t you?” Christina asks, watching me.
I look over at her and I can’t help but notice that the way she’s sitting means everyone who walks by gets a view of her
pussy. Zack doesn’t seem to mind or care, and maybe that’s part of the fun for them. There are a lot of bodies on display tonight, but everyone is totally respectful about it. No one is being made fun of. No one is being body shamed. No one feels uncomfortable showing off what they’ve got.
And then I notice that Zack has a huge, hard, must-be-completely-painful boner.
And I think I blush so red that I look like a ripe summer tomato.
“She loved it,” Zack says, looking pointedly at my shorts. “Her pussy is soaked, isn’t it, Lily?”
“I…um…yes.” He can see it. He can see me. I might as well admit the truth. Zack is Christina’s Dom and he’s not going to come onto me or try to sleep with me. He’s my protector tonight, though, and I know tonight is all about seeing what BDSM is about. Maybe he’s trying to show me what a good Dom really is.
Maybe he’s trying to show me what to expect if I really decide to dip my toes into this entire lifestyle.
“What did you like about it?” Zack asks, and I realize he’s forcing me to put my feelings into words. He’s making me communicate with both him and Christina.
“I liked the end. I liked how Mistress D took care of her submissive when it was over. It’s like, it was totally painful, but then there was this incredible reward.”
“Her submissive trusted her to get to that point,” Christina points out, and I nod.
“Would you like to go watch another scene?” Zack asks. “There are some voyeur rooms with more scenes going on.”
Christina looks excited, and part of me wants to go, but I think I need a breather. I need a little break.
“Actually, I think I want to go get a drink from the bar,” I tell them. “But why don’t you guys go ahead? I’ll be okay on my own for a little while.”
“Are you sure?” Christina asks. “I know this place can be a little overwhelming your first time.”
I hold up my wrist, showing off the bracelet. “I think this should stop anyone who tries to give me trouble, don’t you? Seems like people here obey the rules.”
Zack seems like he doesn’t want to leave me, but after a couple of minutes, he nods.
“Stay at the bar,” he says. “And we’ll come back for you when we’re done. We don’t want you getting lost.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say, letting the honorific slip out. Zack just smiles and nods.