Page 16 of Learning to Trust

Vanessa stepped back and smiled. “Nice to have you here, David.”

“Thank you.”

“Room 4 is ready as you requested, Sir.”

Andrew nodded, took my hand—he certainly was possessive—and I watched as he pressed his membership card against a security pad. The large opaque glass door slid aside, we stepped through, and I felt my eyes widen. It was as if I had entered a fantasy world.

The overhead lights gave the room a subdued atmosphere but were brighter, highlighting where large pieces of equipment were placed. The walls were painted a deep shade of red, and the floor beneath our feet was tiled in black marble. There were hooks in the walls and ceilings, spanking benches, couches, and tables, along with three St. Andrew’s crosses mounted on walls, but a bar in one corner had me frowning.

"I wouldn't have thought alcohol would be served in a place where you needed to be alert at all times so no one was hurt."

"Alcohol isn't served here in this club, but the bar provides a selection of mocktails, soda, and water. I know some clubs allow drinking with strict limits, but not this one."

“I don’t believe you should be drinking when you have other people’s lives in your hands.”

“I agree with you, and it was a major reason we joined this club twelve years ago.”

“Your friends that I met are Doms also?”

"Leon is a Sub; the others are Doms."

As Andrew had said it would be, the club was quiet, at least in the public area. I glanced around and noticed one couple standing by a St. Andrew’s cross. A short distance away, two bare-chested men sat talking on a black couch. One had a naked woman kneeling at his feet, the other, a naked man.

Turning my attention away from the two couples, I watched as a man wearing only leather pants nodded at Andrew before buckling a naked man at his wrists and ankles against the cross. After checking the buckles, the man I assumed was his Dom stepped closer and shared a heated kiss, while at the same time giving his Sub's cock a few firm tugs. He then fastened a ball gag in place, causing me to grimace. I wasn't a fan of having anything I couldn't remove shoved in my mouth. When he moved back, I noted the Sub's hard dick, flushed and purple, curving upward toward his belly. When he locked them on his Dom, the look in his eyes left no doubt he was in love with the man.

"The Dom is a friend of mine—Jean-Roy. His Sub is Alain. Jean will use a flogger to stimulate Alain to orgasm— if he chooses to allow one. His Sub will be kept on the edge, and he is forbidden from coming until given permission. The ball gag is so his screams don't disrupt the other members, and one must be used if playing here in public."

“What happens if he comes without permission?”

"He'll be punished. Jean-Roy will put a cock ring in place, and his cock will be placed in a cage. He'll also use a butt plug, which will stimulate Alain's prostate when he moves. Alain will remain that way for as long as Jean desires, and only after a harsh spanking for disobeying his Dom will Alain be permitted to orgasm. It could be hours or days."

“Fuck, he must explode when he finally is allowed to come.”

"Jean is very familiar with Alain's limits. They have been in a loving relationship for nine years and married for three. Jean will sometimes push Alain beyond his limits so he can punish him because he knows that is what his husband likes from time to time."

“Can we watch?”

“Of course.”

Andrew moved behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. When the first strike of the flogger connected with Alain's chest, I flinched. A muffled cry was the only sound from him. Jean-Roy continued flogging his Sub, targeting different parts of his body. The leather strips wrapped around Alain's body toward his back as he writhed and twisted. His skin became enraged and pink.

My cock swelled behind the zipper of my jeans. I was harder than I'd ever known. The scene was turning me on, and I resolved to ask Andrew if he would be interested in exploring this with me. In private, of course.

Jean-Roy guided the flogger to the lower part of Alain’s body and the leather impacted his cock. He let out a long grunt and bounced up and down in his foot bindings in an effort to alleviate some of his pain.

I groaned at the thought of my dick being flogged and the pain it would inflict. Andrew tightened his hold and whispered into my ear.

“Look at Alain’s cock. See how it’s flushed purple with arousal and leaking precum? He’s enjoying the flogging.”

“But the pain must be crippling.”

"I wouldn't know, having never had the experience, but the Subs I have played with insist they enjoy the combination of pleasure and pain, and for many, it's the catalyst that sends them into subspace."

“I read about subspace. It’s supposed to make the Sub feel like they have become detached from their body and are floating.”

“That’s right, but not all experience the state.”

We returned to watching the scene, and several others who had arrived at the club also stood nearby. Jean warned his Sub not to come in the same dominating tone Andrew used. Alain twisted and moaned with the urge each time the flogger landed against his skin. Tears ran from his eyes, and they became glazed.