Ashley's Bend (4 page)

“Scene?” I asked curiously. Next to me, Trinity and Kelly both snickered. I turned and glared at them, and they just smiled back at me. I knew nothing of the bondage lifestyle. Sure, I had read books where a man tied a woman up, or used her as a sex slave, but I had never experienced it for myself.

“Forgive my friend, Rebecca, she is new to all of this,” Kelly offered as an explanation.

“Of course.” She said with a small smile. “A scene is when a dominant and his or her submissive are in the act of play, or role-play. These rooms have windows to allow others to watch,” Rebecca explained to me as she ran her hands down the smooth pane of glass as if caressing it. I looked from her eyes down to the collar she had around her neck. My eyes widened with surprise as realization dawned on me.

“You are a submissive,” I stated without question. Rebecca nodded in agreement. Wow. I mean, I have read about this kind of stuff, but to actually be in a bondage club, I started to feel a little overwhelmed.

“Come. We have one more area to visit and then you can return to the Common Room before the lesson begins.”

“Lesson?” Kelly, Trinity, and I asked in unison. They actually taught lessons at this club? I was in complete shock and extremely curious at the same time.

“Every evening at eleven pm, there is a lesson that is usually given by Master Dominic. It can range anywhere from rope knots to suspension.”

Rope knots? Suspension? What the hell?

My subconscious was screaming at me to turn around and run straight for the front doors of the club, but my curiosity was beating her out. I think a
lesson
was something I needed to see.

Rebecca led us through yet another set of double doors at the end of The Hall. She reached into her pocket and produced a key and used it to unlock a very heavy, thick door. Pushing it open, we all treaded inside and I was in awe, shock and definitely very, very intrigued.

The room was massive. Its most stunning feature was the huge four poster onyx black bed covered with green satin sheets. It looked welcoming, soft, like a bed of grass on a warm summer day. A gorgeous black screened canopy surrounded the ceiling above the bed that had black Victorian style drapes that cascaded down all four posts.

The perimeter of the room was covered in glass shelving that illuminated a green glow. Each set of shelves housed a different sex toy or contraption. There were vibrators, canes, various forms of whips, and yards and yards of different colored and styled ropes.

The same “X” style apparatus was on the wall next to the bed and a beautiful jade chaise lounge sat in the corner of the room facing the bed. The entire ceiling was covered in mirrors that had either ropes, chains, or carabineers hanging from them. The room would have resembled a renaissance era medieval dungeon, if it weren’t for the modern aspects of the room.

As I walked across the dark Brazilian cherry floors, the sound of my heels echoed off of the wall with each tentative step I took. Approaching the giant “X”, I ran my hand across the same dark wood that covered the floors. I noticed that there were shackles on all four points of the X. “What is this?” I asked Rebecca as I continued to stroke the smooth polished wood of the X. She turned to look at where I was standing next to the contraption.

“
That
is a St. Andrew’s Cross. It is a restraint device. Very popular...and fun.” She smiled.

A restraint device?
My head spun at the thought of being restrained and not being able to move; to be completely at someone’s mercy.

“So what is this room called?” Trinity asked as she walked over to the shelf and picked up a silver vibrator.

“This is the ‘Rapture Room.’ This is where a master can come and have one on one time with his submissive. The club allows personal contracts between Masters or Madams and their submissives, or one can be assigned. A master or madam may choose whoever they desire in the club, only the contract stays at the club. No one is allowed to have a contract outside of the club. All activity and play are to take place here, or you are at risk of being banned from the club permanently. Master Dominic does not give second chances.”

“Sounds like a control freak,” I murmured.

“You have no idea,” Rebecca said with a hint of warning in her voice. “Come, the lesson is about to start.”

We all exited the Rapture Room and Rebecca turned carefully and locked the door back and placed the key back into her pocket. We were led back down The Hall, and I noticed that a few lights were now on in several of the rooms. Trinity, Kelly, and Rebecca were in front of me, and they never noticed that I had stopped following them as my eyes transfixed through one of the windows of the room. A gorgeous, muscular man dressed in nothing but a pair of well-worn blue jeans had a beautiful brunette woman blindfolded and bound to the small bed in the room. Her legs were separated by a bar that had shackles attached on each end. She was spread completely opened to him and to any audience that would look in to watch.

The woman was naked and completely at the mercy of the man. In his hand, he held a weird object that looked like a small, multi-tailed whip and was striking the object against the woman’s skin, turning it a bright pink. He hit her across her breasts and her back arched off the bed, but she didn’t look to be in pain. Instead, her mouth formed a small “o” and her breathing was coming in rapid breaths by indication of the way her chest moved up and down.

Holy hell, this was turning her on!

The man continued to make small slaps with the whip against the skin on her thighs. I watched as red blotches formed on her skin leaving a pattern of marks on each area the whip struck. I watched the glow on the man’s face before he finally hit her
there
and pure ecstasy shined on the woman’s face. Abruptly the man threw down the whip and buried his face between her legs. I felt myself grow wet between my legs. It was involuntary and took me completely by surprise. I have never seen anything so strange, so erotic, so...
hot
.
      

I continued to watch the man ravish the woman until her head threw back in euphoria as her body found its climax and I damn near came myself just standing there. I was in complete shock that my body responded the way it did to the scene before me and both terrified and nervous at the reaction, feeling betrayed by my own emotions.

Did that really just turn me on?

“Ashley, you coming? I don’t want to miss the lesson,” Kelly said breaking me out of my hypnotic reverie from down the hall.

“Yes, I’m coming,” I said as I walked on slightly shaky legs to catch up to my friends. The only thing I could concentrate on as I broke my gaze from the window to the room to make my way back to my friends was,
what have I gotten myself into?

The lights in the Common Room had been dimmed and the lights on the stage were brought to life. Celtic Knot had been opened for about two months now, but tonight was our grand opening. I had performed a lesson every night of the week since our soft opening. Usually I chose one of the house submissives to do the demonstration with, but tonight I wanted to shake things up. Tonight, I was going to pull someone directly from the audience to be my subject.

My eyes scanned the crowd as I viewed the throws of people from the side of the stage. It was dark where I was standing behind the curtains and no one could see me. I paused when I saw a group of women enter the Common Room lead by one of our subs, Rebecca. I couldn’t help but be in a trance by the beautiful vixen with blonde hair. She was stunning, gorgeous, and I felt my cock twitch in my pants. The corners of my mouth turned up as I smiled inwardly to myself.
Yes, she would be the one
. The scared, timid look in her eyes as she glanced around the room did little to dissipate my growing erection.

Dammit Nic, stop fantasizing and get prepared for the lesson
.

Just when I was about to walk backstage to get ready, her eyes met mine and we were locked in a daze. There was no way she could see me, no one could. Does she know I am here? Could she feel me staring at her? Almost as quickly as it happened, her eyes left mine and she went to join her friends who had gathered at one of the high top tables
. This was going to be fun.

Walking backstage, I grabbed a wooden chair and my nylon rope.

Time to play.

I placed the wireless microphone on my head and signaled to the sound guys to start the music. The slow, sexy beat of Dr. Dre’s “Xxplosive” blared through the speakers.

“Good evening, Masters and Mistresses. Welcome to The Celtic Knot. I am Head Master Dominic and will be leading you through tonight's lesson,” I said in an authoritative voice to the crowd. “Tonight, I have something a little different in mind,” I said as I walked slowly down the steps of the stage to reach the main floor.

“Normally, I demonstrate using a house submissive, but tonight…” I said as I seductively tapped my index finger against my cheek, “Tonight, I would like a volunteer.”

The crowd broke out in shock as I heard the gasps and awes spread about the audience. I walked slowly, scanning the faces in the crowd. I already knew whom I was going to pick, but I had to make it look like I was choosing my subject on a whim. After a few moments, I stopped in front of the blonde’s table.

“You,” I said as I looked into her eyes and rested my palms firmly on the table in front of her. I did not say it as a request. I never asked for anything, and I was not about to give her the chance to say no by giving her an option. Her eyes grew wide and she looked frightened.
Good
. I wanted her to be scared, I wanted her to be shaken. It would only make this lesson more memorable and exciting.

“M-m-me?” she stuttered with a shaky voice. Her green eyes reflected the fear she was feeling like a timid rabbit surrounded by its prey. I nodded once to her.

“On the stage now,” and I turned around to walk back up to the stage. When she didn’t follow, I turned over my shoulder keeping my back to her, “I will not say it again.” She scurried out of her chair and approached me with trepidation. Damn this woman was sexy as hell. Her blonde hair and green eyes gave her an innocent look, but her body, it screamed fuck me with the delicious curves that she hid under her tight dress. I felt my dick start to strain against the zipper in my pants, wanting to burst out and take her there on the stage, not caring that the whole club would watch.

I had to get myself under control. I am good with control.

When I approached the stairs of the stage, I turned around to reach my hand to her as I helped her walk up. I watched as she took each step in her fuck-me stilettos and the way her ass shook from side to side. I envisioned my hands on that ass, spanking it until it turned bright pink. Shaking my head, I followed her onto the stage. I pointed at the chair sitting in the center of the stage and said, “Sit.” She did as commanded, and I had to refrain from adjusting myself in front of the audience.

Good girl.

The chair was positioned so that she was facing the audience. I went around the back of the chair to stand behind her and turned to face the audience. Covering my mic with my hand, I leaned down to whispered in her ear.