“Speaking of Shibari,” Dan murmured. “This is our newest piece of equipment, an inverting picture frame. Let’s watch for a moment.”
In front of them, a woman hung upside down by her ankles in the square frame, her long red hair touching the floor. She was naked, her arms were crossed behind her back and tied at the wrists, and the leather-clad man with her was applying a buzzing wand to her pussy. From her cries—this was the screamer of a moment ago—she was enjoying herself immensely.
“Is this the e-stim you mentioned?” she asked, mesmerized by the scene playing out before her.
“No. That’s a powerful vibrator called a magic wand. It’s one of my favorites, and perfect for edge play.”
Her head tipped back to find him watching her instead of the action. “You have one of those?”
“Indeed, pretty Bella. And you’re going to love it.” His arm around her waist tightened, bringing her in closer to his side. “I’m not all about whips and pain, you’ll soon find out.”
“A sensual sadist...” she breathed.
Her gaze pulled from his and returned to the woman, who let out a guttural groan as she shuddered in her restraints. The man, clearly as aroused by giving pleasure as she was receiving, switched off the wand. He then dropped to his knees, ripped open his pants, and guided his erect cock to her lips. She opened, still moaning, and began—
“Where did you hear that term?”
“Huh?” she asked, mesmerized by the carnal sex playing out in front of her.
Dan’s fingers curled beneath her chin and gently turned her face up to his. “Who called me a sensual sadist?”
She blinked, trying to come up with an answer that didn’t land Hannah in hot water for gossiping. “I overheard one of the submissives call you that while waiting tables. It’s always so busy, I’d have to think hard to recall who.”
“Mmm. Your first night under contract, and you’re already trying to protect someone in the sub sisterhood.”
Her cheeks flushed. He was too perceptive for her own good.
“I’ll let it go because it wasn’t malicious or harmful. Was it?”
“Oh no, sir. I didn’t think so.”
“This is your dom teaching you what you need to know, Bella.” He returned her exact words to Dex earlier. “We occasionally have clashes between members. Most often gossip is at the heart of it, which is why there is a strict rule against it. It detailed the consequences of breaking this specific rule in the contract you signed.”
“Public chastisement?” she squeaked.
“Correct, so do us both a favor and steer clear of gossipy members.”
“Why you?”
“Because as your dom, I’d be the one to carry it out.”
She swallowed hard then acted out locking her lips with an imaginary key.
“That’s my smart girl,” he praised, “but we don’t just frown upon spreading rumors. Listening and encouraging them are against the rules, too.”
“Yes, sir.”
He released her chin, and she turned back to the station just as the man roared with satisfaction and came in the inverted woman’s mouth.
“How does she do that upside down and still breathe?”
“Practice,” he replied, sounding amused as he moved her into the flow of circuit traffic once again.
A couple on a stage in the center of the room caught her eye, mostly because the platform they stood on rose at least fifteen feet above the floor. She was also bare except for cuffs and her collar and bent at the waist with her legs held apart by a bar between her ankles. Her wrists were bound behind her and connected to a chain dangling from the ceiling.
“The position is called the strappado,” Dan explained, accurately guessing where her gaze had fixated. “It was a common form of torture during the Inquisition. They would suspend the accused heretic by their wrists until... I’m sure you can guess. But as you can see, her feet are on the floor, her dom husband using a kinder, gentler approach.”
“Doesn’t it still strain her shoulders?”
