The exhibition hall is laid out, well, to be frank, a little like a zoo. A wide central hallway is lined on both sides by large picture windows from floor to ceiling. This glasscan be one-way or two-way, depending on the performers' preferences. There is limited seating available in the center of the main hallway. However, if patrons prefer to engage with a scene more intimately, there are hallways between each room that lead to individual seating areas behind. The degree of separation between the performers and the audience is customizable, with some preferring glass barriers and others encouraging audience participation. Everyone who makes it here is tested, and thinking about explaining all of this myself to my angel fills me with pride.
Sloane has stopped now in front of one of the rooms closest to the hall entrance, and I see that it’s occupied by some of our regular expert Shibari practitioners. This is a fairly basic demo, likely to appeal to the guests without overwhelming them. The man is just finishing up a beautiful diamond chest harness on the woman, and she’s turned toward the hall with her breasts perfectly displayed by the rope and a glazed look in her eyes. He caresses her and whispers in her ear, likely telling her to look at the crowd gathering to watch them. After a few minutes of this presentation, he spins her back around and goes to work on her lower body, beginning what looks like a pair of diamond shorts to finish off the look.
My angel is enraptured. Her breathing is already a little heavier, and although I can’t see her pupils, I’m sure they’re dilated at this point. If Sloane is able to see the beauty in Shibari and isn’t at all scared of the idea of a man tying a woman up like this, well, I think we might have even more fun ahead of us than I had ever dared hope.
The next scene is one that I don’t think will hold her attention for very long, and my instinct is correct. This is ourmost experienced dominatrix, Miss X, putting her long-term submissive through the wringer. He’s locked in a chastity belt and tied, wrists together and elbows to knees. He has a spider gag in his mouth and a blindfold on, while Miss X slaps his painfully purple balls with a riding crop. I know them well enough to know he’s in heaven right now and likely begged her for this tonight, but to the newcomer, this is a lot. Sloane takes a respectful pause—my sweet girl doesn’t want to offend anyone with her disinterest—before wandering across the hall.
She stops next at a scene I’m particularly curious if she’ll enjoy. My brother, Henry, is here tonight—a rarity that he deigns to grace us with his presence. Luckily, Henry’s play here never involves his nudity. I would hate to have to introduce my wife to my brother after she’d already seen him naked. Instead, Henry sits, wearing a 1950s-style smoking jacket and slippers, and reads a leather-bound book while seated in a wingback chair.
In his mouth sits a pipe, and I can smell the sweet tobacco he favors just from looking at him. His right hand holds his book, and his left hand holds a glass of liquor as he ignores the naked woman kneeling at his feet. Her knees are on a velvet tufted pillow between his legs, and her head is bowed.
If I know him, and I do,she likely has a pulsing plug in her pussy and/or ass, but every time she reacts, the odds of him letting her come get smaller. He once told me that he has an algorithm for determining whether they’re allowed to climax, and it’s really up to the math. It’s complex, involving the submissive’s behavior, the state of the stock market, the weather, and, bizarrely, the number of eggs his chickens have laid that week at his estate. The last time I asked, the odds wereslightly in the submissive’s favor as long as it had rained within five days of the scene. He’s an odd one.
Sloane stops in front of a scene that I know she has at least a passing interest in, based on my kinky angel’s porn viewing history. Beyond the glass is a trio I know well who go by Ace, Jay, and Bea when they play here. It looks like they’re just getting started, and Sloane is so close to the glass that her forehead is almost touching.
Bea is fully naked at this point, but Ace and Jay are still clothed. Their ties are off and are being put to good use, with one acting as a blindfold and the other a short leash for Bea. She’s sitting on Ace’s lap in an armless chair, and her legs are spread open and hooked on the outside of his knees. He has wrapped her leash taut around his hand and pulled her neck back so that her head rests on his shoulder. I can’t hear what he’s saying, but it looks like he’s whispering a constant stream into Bea’s ear, while she writhes against him. Suddenly, Ace must give some sort of signal to Jay because Jay drops to his knees and licks one hot stripe up the entirety of Bea’s cunt before stopping on her clit. Her scream echoes throughout the room, and Sloane takes a half step back, startled at the animalistic, primal noise.
Oh, Angel. That’s nothing compared to how you’ll sing for me.
Despite the brief relief, Bea obviously didn’t come, although with so much buildup, it wouldn’t surprise me if she was close. Jay stays on his knees but ignores her pussy, instead starting at her right knee and trailing tiny, teasing kisses all the way up her thigh. He stops to nibble at her labia before ignoring her clit completely and starting the process back over at her left knee. This time, when he reaches her inner thigh, he bites downalmost hard enough to draw blood, and Bea again screams, this time with more pain lacing her voice. Ace has brought his hand up and has her pebbled right nipple pinched hard between his thumb and forefinger, coinciding with Jay’s bite. I smirk. I forgot how much these two love marking her.
I can’t wait to see how Sloane enjoys being covered inmymarks.
Finally, the men decide they’ve given Bea enough torture, and Jay lifts her out of Ace’s lap. She clings to him like a koala, and he soothes her, petting her hair and reassuring her as he sets her down, still blindfolded and leashed, onto a low padded bench just a foot away from the glass. Her head hangs off the end of the bench, and Jay leans down to kiss her passionately while Ace trails his hands up and down her legs. Both of them have lost their clothes at some point, and I see Sloane’s pouty lips part as she realizes what’s about to happen. Without warning, Jay shoves his dick into Bea’s throat, not stopping until his balls are at her chin. Ace takes his cue to spread her legs and sink into her cunt, causing a muffled scream to tear from her throat. At this point, there’s no telling how long they’ll last or how many positions they’ll attempt, so I decide it’s time for me to join my angel and see what she thinks of my club.
When I reach the hall, I see that Sloane hasn’t moved an inch from her position, shamelessly resting her forehead on the glass. Her stance has widened, probably subconsciously trying to relieve any pressure on her little clit.
My poor Angel. I can’t wait to give you relief, sweet girl.
I don’t want to scare her, so I approach her slowly from the side until she notices me. She doesn’t startle, as if she could sense me entering the room, and when she looks at me, I see that her pupils are completely blown. She has a deliciously hazy look in her eyes as if she’s in the midst of a wonderful dream.
“Hello, Angel,” I murmur. “How is your tour going?”
She looks back at the trio behind the glass, where Ace is sucking Jay’s cock while Bea grinds on Jay’s face.
“I had no idea places like this exist,” she says, glancing at me with amazement. “They look so happy and in love. It’s like some of the porn I’ve seen, but…”
“Better,” I say. I know exactly what she means. The connection you can see and the way you can feel the love and trust from a live performance is unmatched. It’s one of the reasons I worked my ass off to get Rendezvous up and running.
“Better,” she agrees. I can see that she’s flagging a bit, standing tall in heels that I know aren’t the norm for her. I move behind her and pull her slightly back into me. I’m immensely pleased when she leans into my body and rests the back of her head on my chest. The hall has mostly cleared out, but I know one more couple who will be here for a while, confirmed by the text I sent earlier. I don’t want to rush her away from the trio if she hasn’t looked her fill, though.
I’m considering the best way to suggest we move on when she says, “Is this what you like?”
Well. I knew this question would come up between us at some point, and although I’ve decided not to hold back from her, I don’t want to scare her off just yet. Honestly, there’s nothing Iwouldn’tbe into with her, but telling her about my enjoyment of mixing pain with pleasure might be a little too much up front.
Instead, I’ll take her to an exhibit showcasing another of my favorite pastimes—giving a woman so much pleasure that she passes out. I just won’t include the part where I want to make her pass out so I can fuck her unconscious body as roughly as I please.
Using my new position behind her, I lean down so that I can breathe my response directly into the soft, delicious skin below her ear. “If you mean a threesome with another man and a woman, yes, I have played this way in the past. I’ve never been in a committed relationship with two people at once, though, which is the case for this trio.”
I feel her shiver at my hot breath on her neck, and I reward her with the softest kiss just below her ear. My reward, in turn, is the thrill of seeing my tiniest stimulation lead to goose bumps prickling across her neck and chest. My angel is so responsive. She’ll do so, so well for me.
“Do you…like…I mean, do you enjoy…other men, in that way?” she asks quietly.
I smile, deciding to tease her a bit. “In what way?”
She bites her thick bottom lip, and it’s only my absolute belief that good things come to those who wait that keeps mefrom pinning her down and trying my hardest to put a baby in her right here, right now.
“Do you…have you…dated other men?” my brave girl finally asks.
