Around this bar, some of the goth and kink crowd mingled, but up here, there were no real kink displays allowed. A lot of folks would stop near the bar and talk before going downstairs. Honestly, it was the place where most the scene arrangements happened. It was neutral ground, and Devan saw more negotiations and contract signings done at this bar than anywhere else in the club. Just like any other situation involving emotions and commitments, things didn’t always go smoothly. And more than once, he’d had to intervene.
“I’m surprised your services aren’t spoken for, Mistress,” he said coyly, fluttering his nearly transparent eyelashes at her. He knew the response would tell her exactly what he wanted tonight. Luckily, he had good timing and the band had a pause between sets, so his voice could match his body language. At times like this, his whole posture changed, leaning under her gaze instead of meeting it, lowering his head just enough so he had to look up with his eyes...
Mia arched a sculpted brow at him and smiled. “Well, I wasn’t intending on having a sub tonight, but if you wish my services...I’ll make an exception.”
Every bit of Devan’s blood drained straight to his cock and he flushed. “You mean that, Mistress? You would gift me with your time? I’m off in half an hour.”
“Yes, dog. Come find me downstairs then. I’ll put you in your place, worthless fucking mutt,” she snarled. Her face changed, those dark eyes smoldered with heat, and her face became hard and shifted into a intense Domme look. Her voice had shifted into the dominant tone that would drop any sub to their knees. “Usual rules? Flogger, ringed and plugged with your cage, and vibrator with orgasm control? You still into giving head to random strangers while you’re bound up?”
Devan swallowed, panting openly for a second before he could get himself under control. “Yes, Mistress. All of that, Mistress Mia.”
“If you are a minute late, you’ll suffer for it, you disgusting mutt,” she hissed dismissively then turned and left. As she walked away, the band started a new set and the as the music began to thrum, he felt his body tense. Yes, that’s exactly what he needed tonight.
Devan had twenty minutes left on his shift and he was wishing he’d waited to ask her until it closer to the end of his shift. He tugged at his tight, red leather pants, and winced. He was glad he’d worn his chastity tonight, otherwise he would be showing off everything through these pants. He grimaced because he now throbbing in anticipation. Still, when he turned his back to compose himself, he reached up and tugged harshly on one of his nipple piercings. It would have to do until Mia got hold of him...
DEVAN MADE HIS WAY down to the Playroom and caught sight of Lyric’s blonde braid. She was sitting off to the side with a couple. The man, Devan believed he went by Sasha, was tall and fit, nearing thirty. Devan knew Sasha somewhat; he was close friends with Charles Ruebern. Devan could easily tell he was military with the regulation buzzcut he wore and the way he held himself. This was the man Lyric had let throat fuck her. Devan had informed him already what would happen if he fucked up with her. He only had a few minutes before he was supposed to meet with Mia so he headed over with his hands in his pockets. Devan was unfamiliar with the woman sitting with Lyric and Sasha, but she was curvy with straight dark blonde hair and appeared to be the same age as Sasha.
“Wyck, hey.” He smirked and glanced between the man and woman.
Lyric glanced up at him at him. “Ah, Loki, hey,” she said. “You met Sasha the other day and this is his wife, Michelle.”
Devan didn’t sit, he just looked between them. “Hey.”
Sasha looked at Devan and then to his wife. “Love, this is the young man I told you about.” As before, Devan noted his slight Russian accent. It wasn’t difficult for him to pick up on, considering Devan’s younger brother was from Russia, and Devan himself spoke fluent Russian.
“Yeah, we talked already,” he commented before he focused on Lyric. “But that was different.”
“Loki, I don’t think you should worry so much-” Lyric started to say but stopped saw the way Devan was staring at her.
Devan shook his head. “I’ll always worry, Wyck.” He turned his gaze on Michelle now, and every bit of submissiveness had disappeared from him. “Now, here’s the deal, lady. Wycked’s my friend, more than that, she’s family. And we’ve been through some shit. You’re the first woman she’s wanted to even consider letting Domme her. Your husband fucking her is one thing, but she doesn’t sub. What happens is I’ll be watching everything you do. If I, for one moment, think you aren’t taking care of her, I will fuck you up.”
With his piece said, he turned and left them. He didn’t think he needed to say anything beyond that.
VARICK STILL WASN’T sure about this even as he stood outside waiting for Charles to show up. At first, he had thought going out to a night club was a good idea. He did enjoy dancing, and he had yet to really get involved in any of the local scenes. So, before they went to the club, he decided to check out the place online just to see what kind of club it was. It was a goth dance club, but it was also a bondage club. He immediately called Charles and confronted him about wanting to take his sister to a bondage club. He wondered what this guy was thinking.
“Charles, I have an issue with you wanting to take my little sister to this place. No one is going to put her into bondage. She has never had an interest in this sort of thing, and I’m not going to watch anyone hurt my sister. As much as I like you—” he’d begun, seriously fuming at what Charles was suggesting.
“Fuck, man, I don’t want to have her in bondage, I want her to put me in bondage, dude. I’m looking for a strong woman to take over my entire life...” he exhaled and Varick heard the barely contained excitement in his voice. “She’s sexy as sin, dude, I know she’s your sister, but man, I need a woman like her. She’s got everything I need, and she seems like the type who can handle me easy. I need her to take control. I can’t function any other way, sometimes.”
At first, Varick didn’t know what to think. He’d called Clair and asked if she knew what he really wanted. She told him they’d had a very long and detailed conversation about Charles and his desire to have a permanent Dominant. Clair said she thought she might love this man, and she would do anything to help him deal with his nightmares and flashbacks. She said he had told her not only did he enjoy bondage, it helped control his combat PTSD. Charles told him he cared for Clair, and if she wasn’t interested, it was fine, he’d never bring it up again. Clair had then told him she would at least go with him, but she promised him that Charles hadn’t put any expectations on her about it.
With that, he agreed to go with them tonight, both to ensure what Charles said was accurate and because he found himself somewhat curious. He’d never experienced the bondage scene before, at least not the real scene. He’d seen a lot of leather as a biker in Santa Cruz. He had thought he might fit in wearing his motorcycle leathers. While he didn’t see himself as being submissive like Charles was, he thought it might be fun to watch. He had very little interest in the sexual aspects of this scene, but the idea of giving and taking control fascinated him. He had come to the conclusion he just wasn’t into sex no matter how many times he was hit on and propositioned. He liked to watch and look, assuming it didn’t involve watching actual sex between a man and a woman. He appreciated the look and aesthetic of all bodies, but sexual interaction with a woman did not interest him in the least. He gritted his teeth thinking about her. He shook the thoughts away as he saw Charles driving up.
Charles had come to pick him up so they could all head to Strawberry’s Black together. Varick had opted not to drive himself, because he intended to leave with his sister, just in case. Varick squeezed into the backseat of his compact car. He grumbled about being crowded but his sister merely giggled at him, saying he should have driven himself.
“So, Varick, um, few rules,” Charles stammered, looking back at the stoplight.
“Rules?” Varick questioned with a frown. It was a club. They did feti
sh stuff. He thought it meant anything went.
Charles nodded and continued ahead as the light turned green. “Yeah, man, don’t want to get kicked out; they’re serious at this place, okay?”
“Okay...” Varick was becoming a little worried about what kind of rules there would be here.
“Yeah, okay, if they’ve got a collar on, don’t approach them. Like, just don’t, they’re probably a collared sub. You could real easy piss off their Dominant. If you see someone without a collar, they’re either un-collared or they’re a Dominant, or they could be like you, and checking out the scene. If you don’t want the Doms to approach you, make sure you act...well, dominant.” Varick figured that wouldn’t be too difficult. “Trust me, the folks here are great, and they don’t have a lot of unattached Doms trying to scavenge for unsuspecting subs who don’t know the rules. Don’t open any closed doors, and try not to stare too much. This is the only club of this type around, because they allow full nudity and sex in the lower levels,” he explained as they pulled into the parking lot in front of a large warehouse type building. Varick seemed to remember this place had been an empty brewery or something when he was a kid.
From the outside, it was rather plain looking, an average warehouse, but there was a large lit sign at the top with the words Strawberry’s Black. The apostrophe was a strawberry dripping chocolate onto the top of the word Black under it. He was sure now; this was definitely the old brewery...
“Weird name for a place like this,” Varick commented, unfolding himself out of the tight confines of the back seat.
“Named after the owners, Strawberry and her twin sister. Well, Strawberry is her scene name, her real name is Danica Patrick. Her sister, Marissa, runs the club part, hence the black part of the name because she’s an old-school goth kid.” Charles took Clair’s hand fondly and smiled at her.
He was glad he’d decided to wear his bike gear because he saw a lot of leather as they walked from the parking lot up toward the building, some more revealing than others. It wasn’t like he was unused to leather wearers. Back in Santa Cruz, he’d spent a lot of time around the leather scene. A lot of motorcycle clubs often saw business from the that scene, and he’d more than once had talks with members about their gear.
Clair had dressed simply in a black pencil skirt and a white blouse. He saw as they got out of the car that Charles was wearing fatigues, the desert camo looking ones, with a white t-shirt under the jacket. He even had his dog tags and tan combat boots on. He’d thought Charles had a camo jacket but he hadn’t realized it was a full set of fatigues.
“You wear your old army shit to a place like this?” Varick asked as they headed to the end of line leading into the entrance.
“I go by Corporal,” he smirked. “Gotten a bit chubby around the middle since my army days, though, can’t zip it up anymore,” he explained, patting at his slightly protruding belly. “But the bad leg doesn’t help much. Not like I can do PT like this.”
Once they got through the door, they came to a counter. Charles showed some sort of identification card and the bored attendant put a wrist band on him. Charles took a form and filled in Varick and Clair’s names as guests and paid Varick’s entrance fee.
Charles glanced over at him. “I get to bring in one guest for free, but I have to pay for you dumb ass, unless you decide to get a membership.”
Varick and Clair both showed their ID and were waved through so the next person could pay to get in. They followed Charles into the bar area by the entrance. Another bar could be seen close to the stage where a DJ was set up. The music was a what Varick recognized as gothic rock or darker alternative rock. So far, it looked like every other club he’d been in. He noticed there was an upper second level, but it looked like it was a terrace with mirrored glass all around it. As they walked across the path between the dance floor and the seating area, Varick saw by the stairs leading up, there was a man in a suit who let people in or turned them away.
“This way!” Charles said, nearly running as he pulled Clair along. She grabbed Varick to pull him behind her.
They came to a door where a man was standing like at the other stairs. Varick looked up to a very large dark-skinned man with a very shiny bald head. He stood perhaps three or four inches taller than Varick. His nametag read “Jerome.” He had on a suit but there was an armband with “security” written on it in white letters on his bicep. He looked to be a serious bouncer type. Varick decided he would not want to mess with Jerome. Charles nodded to him, showing him the blue wristbands they wore. Varick wondered if the color meant something because he’d noticed other colors on the floor.
Jerome glanced at Clair and Varick and gave them a smile. Charles opened the door to let Clair and Varick follow him down the stairs. The stairs were lit with candle-like lights in holders and had a flickering effect. The stairs emptied into a small room with what looked like a coat check with a changing room beside it. A young woman set down a book as they walked up.
“Corporal, how you doin’?” She smiled at them. “Haven’t seen you in a while, love. Oh my, this your new love...or loves?” she asked, arching her brow as she looked between Clair and Varick. She pushed the sign in sheet over to Charles.
Charles shook his head. “Nah, Syn, you know I’m not into dudes. But this is my girlfriend, Clair. The brute behind me is Varick, her older brother. Guys, this is Syn, she’s the manager over the Playroom here.” He grinned at them.
Syn nodded to their group stepping forward to extend a hand. She was shorter, probably not more than five feet, with an extremely long platinum blonde braid. She wore an outfit that looked almost like a child’s costume...a short fluffy skirt, and a pair of stockings with Mary Jane type shoes.
“Good to meet you, new to the scene?” She smiled and Varick noticed her eyes were a very clear, light blue.
“Ah, yeah, Charles...Corporal?” Clair stammered, looking at him. Charles nodded with a big smile. “He...wants me to be his Domme, and I wanted to see what it was about. My brother here came along tonight to see what everything is like.”
Syn nodded again, looking at their wristbands. “The blue bands are good for Playroom and Dungeon levels. In that case, please sign these consent forms, the non-disclosure agreement, as they cover both levels,” she reached down and pulled two clipboards from under the counter. “Since this is your first visit as guests, you can check the box about possibly being interested in full membership, and if you come in next time, we can set it up for you. That way you don’t have to fill out all the forms every time you come by. Membership costs, of course. The rates are listed there by the check box. This way you can think about it and see what you’re interested in.”
“Consent forms?” Varick asked as he took one of the clipboards.
“We ask everyone sign them on entrance to the lower levels. Covers our liability and gives you an overview of the things that might happen. Please report any violations of the rules to one of our security. We have a no tolerance policy.”
Varick nodded and looked it over. They tolerated no drug use, no alcohol use, no cell phones, no bringing in of outside food and drink... Pretty standard except for the phone, he thought. Then it listed violations which were grounds for immediate ejection from the premise. Most were things he would imagine could cause someone to get hurt, like having a scene with someone who was drunk or high, not listening to a person’s limits, aggressive pursuit of a sub, and any violations of consent. He signed, handing it over to her so she could put it the file cabinet.
“The change room is provided free of charge if you like, and we have free check for items. There is a small store where you can purchase boxes of condoms, lubricants, basic cuffs, collars, and accessories, as well as snacks and drinks for aftercare purposes,” she informed and grinned. “There’s a couple bars on each floor with fountain drinks and alcohol-free mixed drinks. There’s a complimentary area on each floor on the far-left hand side of the level. You’ll find a buffet table with various thin
gs available, bottled water, some sodas, and a couple bowls with condom and lube singles you can take.”
“What...what’s aftercare?” Clair asked, frowning as she signed her own forms.
Charles hugged her tightly. “You’ll find out all the details, but basically after a scene, we subs sometimes experience things called subspace and sub-drop, but that’s a lengthy discussion I’ll leave to Mistress Strawberry, provided you want to hear more. The more common details of aftercare are taking care of any wounds or providing warmth, snacks, stuff like that. All very important.”
“Oh! By the way, you’re in for a treat,” Syn smirked.
“Oh yeah? Someone on the stage?” Charles asked.
Syn sighed, looking sad for a second. “Yes, and I’m on duty here for another two hours. Mistress Mia is giving Loki her time tonight.”
Charles gasped. “Oh, I have to watch this!” He licked his lips and then looked at Varick and Clair. “Come on, you’ll see,” he smirked and pulled Clair after him through the curtained exit from the entry. Varick trailed behind them.
Chapter Five
The Asexual and the Realization
Varick wasn’t sure what he was expecting as they came through the curtain into the next area. He supposed he was expecting something similar to the club floor above them. Other than what he’d seen when they entered the upstairs portion, he had no way to know what this part would look like.
The room was large and had too much in it for him to take in everything at once. Instead, his eye was drawn to the largest structure in the place. There was a raised stage surrounded by leather sofa-like benches. On the stage, a petite woman with dark hair was walking circles around a man who was strapped on some kind of bench. As they got closer, Varick could see the bench the pale skinned man was strapped to was cushioned and his knees rested on rails running down either side. It looked kind of like a carpenter’s horse with the middle raised up. Varick could see he didn’t wear a collar, but his wrists were cuffed and attached to rings at the front of the bench. His ankles were likewise clipped into place on the sides.
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