tables, televisions, vending machines, a refrigerator, and even a microwave. He guided her inside and the soft sound of ’80s rock music washed over her, making her smile. She wondered briefly if it had been playing out on the dungeon floor too. But then she hadn’t been aware of any sounds out there except the crack of different toys, and even hands, hitting flesh.
She startled when Master Brent took her chin between his fingers and raised her face just enough so he could capture her gaze.
“Why don’t we sit awhile, and then we can resume our tour?”
She shook her head, almost desperately. She didn’t want to sit. Didn’t want to talk about this. Didn’t want to see his sympathy or his pity about Diego, and definitely didn’t want him curious about her past and her many fears that past had caused. “I’d rather we keep going, if you don’t mind.” She sucked in a quick breath. “This doesn’t look like a locker room,” she countered, trying to change the subject.
Master Brent continued to watch her, those blue eyes seeming to take in everything around him for future study. “The locker room is through that door.” He gestured toward the back of the room and she turned to see the door he meant. “Aftercare is there.” He nodded to the right, and she obediently followed his gaze to a door with a large window in the top half showing a darkened room with several mysterious shapes she assumed were couches and chairs.
“We’ll go into each in a minute. This main room is something of a staging area. People can meet each other here before or after scenes, or hang out and be social. We do have a very social atmosphere at Club Desire.”
He pointed to a door off to their left. “There’s a full list of the official meet-ups posted there by the door, and there are a few that may interest you.” He guided her over to the list and scanned one large finger down the page past munches, membership information tours, and several things that made her smile, including “Switches for Sushi.”
She reached out to tap that one and sent Master Brent a questioning look.
His expression turned mischievous and he took his time answering her. “They actually do meet up at a local sushi restaurant and talk about the ins and outs of being a switch.” He chuckled. “Get your mind out of the gutter, woman. Where do you think we are, a kinky sex club?”
His mirth was infectious and she couldn’t help but laugh with him. She shrugged. “I really hope so—otherwise this is the weirdest karaoke bar I’ve ever been to.”
He laughed again. She really loved his playful manner and could envision how that would insinuate itself into a scene with him.
“Master Mason said you enjoyed friendships with many of the subs in New York. Several of our subs have a regular meeting each Wednesday evening. I don’t think they have a Subs for Sushi meeting, but I do seem to recall them having a penchant for desserts during their meetings.”
An “mmm” sound escaped before Sandra could stop it, earning her another wide smile from Master Brent.
“I’ll definitely make a note of
that
meeting.” And she would. She wasn’t sure why she’d bonded so well with the subs back in New York even with all of her issues. Her roommate had told her that under all the fears she truly was a sub; she just needed to find her true self under all the “stuff” life had piled on top.
Sandra wondered if that was true. It would explain her strong reaction to a Dom like Master Brent, and her immediate draw of friendship to most of the subs she’d ever met.
She turned, not surprised to find him watching her again. He always seemed to be watching her. She just wasn’t sure why.
Sandra knew she was attractive. Since middle school when she’d started developing before all the other girls, men had always taken long looks at her, most often centering on her breasts or her ass. There was something about the intense way Master Brent watched her,
She startled when Master Brent took her chin between his fingers and raised her face just enough so he could capture her gaze.
“Why don’t we sit awhile, and then we can resume our tour?”
She shook her head, almost desperately. She didn’t want to sit. Didn’t want to talk about this. Didn’t want to see his sympathy or his pity about Diego, and definitely didn’t want him curious about her past and her many fears that past had caused. “I’d rather we keep going, if you don’t mind.” She sucked in a quick breath. “This doesn’t look like a locker room,” she countered, trying to change the subject.
Master Brent continued to watch her, those blue eyes seeming to take in everything around him for future study. “The locker room is through that door.” He gestured toward the back of the room and she turned to see the door he meant. “Aftercare is there.” He nodded to the right, and she obediently followed his gaze to a door with a large window in the top half showing a darkened room with several mysterious shapes she assumed were couches and chairs.
“We’ll go into each in a minute. This main room is something of a staging area. People can meet each other here before or after scenes, or hang out and be social. We do have a very social atmosphere at Club Desire.”
He pointed to a door off to their left. “There’s a full list of the official meet-ups posted there by the door, and there are a few that may interest you.” He guided her over to the list and scanned one large finger down the page past munches, membership information tours, and several things that made her smile, including “Switches for Sushi.”
She reached out to tap that one and sent Master Brent a questioning look.
His expression turned mischievous and he took his time answering her. “They actually do meet up at a local sushi restaurant and talk about the ins and outs of being a switch.” He chuckled. “Get your mind out of the gutter, woman. Where do you think we are, a kinky sex club?”
His mirth was infectious and she couldn’t help but laugh with him. She shrugged. “I really hope so—otherwise this is the weirdest karaoke bar I’ve ever been to.”
He laughed again. She really loved his playful manner and could envision how that would insinuate itself into a scene with him.
“Master Mason said you enjoyed friendships with many of the subs in New York. Several of our subs have a regular meeting each Wednesday evening. I don’t think they have a Subs for Sushi meeting, but I do seem to recall them having a penchant for desserts during their meetings.”
An “mmm” sound escaped before Sandra could stop it, earning her another wide smile from Master Brent.
“I’ll definitely make a note of
that
meeting.” And she would. She wasn’t sure why she’d bonded so well with the subs back in New York even with all of her issues. Her roommate had told her that under all the fears she truly was a sub; she just needed to find her true self under all the “stuff” life had piled on top.
Sandra wondered if that was true. It would explain her strong reaction to a Dom like Master Brent, and her immediate draw of friendship to most of the subs she’d ever met.
She turned, not surprised to find him watching her again. He always seemed to be watching her. She just wasn’t sure why.
Sandra knew she was attractive. Since middle school when she’d started developing before all the other girls, men had always taken long looks at her, most often centering on her breasts or her ass. There was something about the intense way Master Brent watched her,
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