The Masters of Falcon's Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF Page B

like a kindergarten teacher than the owner of an establishment for sadomasochism.
    “It’s so nice to meet you, dear. I’m a huge fan.” sky surprised Daphne by grabbing her for a bear hug before leading them into the room where the introduction session would take place. Finn went in with her, and they took seats around a table laden with cookies and lemonade.
    There were five or six people already sitting down and stealing nervous glances at each other. sky bustled to the front of the small room and looked around with an approving smile.
    “Welcome. Everyone give yourself a pat on the back for being brave enough to visit a scary BDSM club for the first time!” She made clawing motions at one of the men as she said the word “scary.”
    There was general laughter and a relaxation of the tension in the room. sky waited for silence and then went on, passing around a piece of paper that listed the club rules and her name and phone number. “First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is sky, and I am the owner of this club. As you can see on the paper, I don’t use a capital s in my name. In case you’re not familiar with that convention, it’s because I’m a submissive. Not all submissives spell their names in lowercase, but many do as a symbol of the hierarchy in their relationships. It’s not terribly important, but it is something that gets asked frequently.
    “This is a private membership-only club, which is why we can allow people to have sex on the premises. People come here for other reasons , too, though, and that’s what I wanted to talk to you all about. We practice BDSM here. You obviously know a little about this, since you’ve come tonight, but I’m going to assume that you don’t all know the same things and go over the basics as if you’d never heard any of it before. Bear with me if this isn’t new information. It probably is to someone.”
    She paused and beamed around the room again. “Feel free to stop me if you want to ask questions. I’ll be covering ground pretty quickly. So to start: I am a masochist. Basically, that means that I enjoy pain. Some people call me a pain slut.” She giggled. “That works. There are a lot of masochists here, but we have various degrees and kinds of stimulus that we like. As far as I know, none of us enjoys stubbing our toes or slamming our fingers in car doors. That is a completely different phenomenon. It’s also different from things like cutting, which I’m not going to go into here. That is a whole area of mental health that I am not qualified to discuss. What I can discuss is the fact that many people enjoying giving or receiving pain, and what the rules are in this club for engaging in that kind of activity.”
    She looked around the group , and when no one seemed to have questions, she continued. “In case any of you don’t understand what I’m talking about, let me explain it this way. It is not so much that we enjoy pain for pain’s sake, but that we love the sensations we feel from the endorphins released when pain is applied. It can let us experience something that is often called ‘subspace,’ which is an altered mental state. Imagine the best high possible but with none of the legal, moral , or physical risks.”
    “So this is just a way to get high?” One of the men at the table raised a hand, frowning skeptically.
    “No, not really. The experience of subspace is wonderful, but most of us won’t get there without the connection to our partner or partners. There is an energy exchange back and forth between the person giving the stimulus and the person receiving it. If that two-way reciprocity isn’t there, then what’s the point? These lifestyle choices are intended to intensify our relationships. Does that answer your question?”
    “I think so, but I’m going to have to think about it.”
    “Fair enough. Feel free to talk with me one-on-one later if you would like. I’m always happy to discuss these things. It’s my