Page 3 of Make Me Learn
She smiled at me warmly and beckoned me to follow her. Suddenly I felt like Alice going down the rabbit hole. Or perhaps Neo choosing the red pill to wake up from the Matrix. I knew stepping through the door after her was going to be an eye opening experience.
But I was all here for that experience.
I followed behind her brunette hair and curvy figure down a short but dimly lit corridor to what looked like a small and comfortable room.
It was the far wall that caught my attention. I couldn't help but be drawn towards it. It was made entirely of windows and the view was spectacular.
Because it was a view of inside The Masquerade.
It looked like a cross between Moulin Rouge and a burlesque carnival. There were colors, masks, and feathers as far as the eyes could see. The window was elevated and I could see beautiful lounges and curtained areas scattered around the perimeter, as well as stairs leading upwards to more curtained areas.
People mingled around bar tables or danced slowly on the dancefloor in the center of the room. Or watched the entertainment.
Scantily clad women in sequins and feathers were in oversized gold cages scattered through the room, moving their bodies in a flexible dance of smooth limbs and languid bodies.
And at eye level with the window I watched from was a large sphere hanging from the ceiling. It was an intricately woven gold filigree cage. There were two men and two women in the cage performing an erotic dance, and even though they too were still scantily clad and nothing too intimate was happening the dance itself was enough to warm my blood and bring a faint heat to my cheeks.
The whole view was breathtaking, and I wasn’t even in the room yet.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it,” a feminine voice said from beside me, startling me. A different woman now stood next to me, again with a simple black mask and an abundance of red waves cascading down her back. Glancing back around the room I sawthat the other girl had disappeared again.
Returning my attention back to the woman I responded, “Yes, it’s stunning. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
She hummed softly with a smile, taking another moment to look down at the room and then at the occupants of the cage before turning toward me.
“Welcome to The Masquerade, Star, I’m Madam Scarlett,” she said before indicating for me to follow her to a raised table in the center of the room. “I must say that when I chose this mask for you I didn’t realize just how well it would complement your hair and coloring.”
I almost stumbled in surprise. “You chose my mask?”
She gave me another smile, “Of course, I review all applicants to The Masquerade and choose all details for them.”
I blush, knowing exactly what she had seen on the applications but she continues on like nothing is amiss with her statement, which given how many people she had probably seen come through the doors I guess it wouldn’t be.
“So, before you enter the main area I need to give you a rundown of how everything works here. I’m sure you know little bits and pieces already but let me bring it all together for you. To start with there are a lot of different floors and areas that you can choose to utilize depending on what you do or don’t want to do,” she indicates to the table where I can see a large array of different colored feathers laid out. “These feathers will help others identify what you are happy to participate in.”
She picks up a white feather and uses the attached pin to affix it to the shoulder of my dress, “Based on your forms I already set this one aside for you, the white feather indicates that you are submissive, if you see people with a black feather they are dominant.”
I couldn't help but glance at her own featherless shoulders only to receive a chuckle in response from her.
“Yes, I am a Domme, but I already have my own playmates and they are more than enough for me.”
I blush again and duck my head in an attempt to hide it but she just slides a finger along my jaw to draw my attention to the table again.
“Now back to the explanations, each floor of The Masquerade caters to the different kinks that people are wanting to participate in. The room you see from this window is the main welcome and social area of The Masquerade. It allows people to meet each other and connect while relaxing and enjoying the social aspects of the club. There are semi-private curtained areas on the bottom floor and even more on the mezzanine,” she continued. “On the next floor up are where you will find our first level playrooms. Some of them are set up to cater to common fantasies like, a dungeon, medical room, pet room, and a classroom. There are also standard bed setups, of course, all with optional restraint points. There is also a large public participation room for those who like to play with an audience or watch others and we do have nightly performers on the mainstage on that level. It is a very large room and there are a lot of lounges and a bar there so a lot of aftercare is done in that room.”
“Next floor up you will find more rooms but these ones are a bit different and cater more towards the kinks. There are rooms on that floor made specifically for things like light impact play, light bondage, and light sensory deprivation. Next level are the harder kinks like more extreme impact and bondage, blood play and torture as well as consensual non-consent rooms,” her voice didn’t even waver as she went through the different rooms available. “Lastly there is the roof. It is a purposefully built forest with a full brick wall edge and a deep dirt and grass floor made specifically for primal play.”
She smiled at me when she finished her verbal tour, completely ignoring the mental overload she just gave me. I looked back down at the table, “So the feathers?”
“As I said, they will help others identify what you do or don’t want to participate in. For instance, if you like impact play you take a pink feather, bondage you take an orange feather, breath play is the pale blue feather, sensory deprivation is a gray feather, degradation is the purple feather, primal is a green feather, and so forth. You can get up to three feathers in each color depending on a level of mild, medium, and extreme. There are guards stationed at the entry to all floors that are trained to make sure that only those who have the right feathers are being led to rooms they are willing to participate in. Consent is very important here,” she responded.
I looked at the different colored feathers spread out before me and I could feel my heart starting to speed up in anticipation.
I took a deep breath, trying to process all the information Madam Scarlett had just shared with me. The possibilities seemed endless, and a mix of excitement and nervousness surged through my veins. The Masquerade was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and it was clear that I was about to embark on a journey of exploration and self-discovery.
Madam Scarlett observed my reaction with a knowing smile. "I can see the anticipation in your eyes, Star. The Masquerade is a place where you can freely explore your desires and embrace your true self. But remember, everything here is consensual and respects the boundaries and limits of each participant. It's a safe and inclusive environment."
I nodded, appreciating the emphasis on consent and respect. It was reassuring to know that the staff took such matters seriously.
