Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Behind the Door of a BDSM club Part II


 






The music continues to pump out, loud but not so loud I can’t hear the murmur of conversation around me. I stand there, trying to look like I know what I’m doing when out of nowhere I feel a hand wrap around my arm and tug me backwards. Back into a dark corner I didn’t see and where I’m not sure I should be going.
Then I’m pulled back into the dark and pushed into a lush leather chair with Samantha Cayto’s confused face looking down at me.
“Everything okay?” The hussy had the nerve to ask me.
Remember NO voice.
I gave her the evil frog eye death glare, which she promptly shrugged off and turned her back to me. Scanky bitch (now said with love) I thought, but took the illusion of safety to finally look around me.
This is where I found the screams, moans, leather, bondage and everything I expected and a hell of a lot more.
Desiree Holt, looking way too interested for my sanity, sat directly to my right her eyes glued to the center platform of the club. The wooden floor covered a roughly ten by twelve area and was so currently occupied.
Two women, one in nothing but her underwear lay on a flat table, arms above her head, legs straight down. The other woman, older with her hair in a high ponytail, played a flogger with such expertise I knew years of practice had gone into it. She wielded the flogger, whips, feathers you name it with skill. Sometimes she managed two whips at the same time, each flying through the air so fast you could hear the leather sing through the air, above the erotic rhythm of the music. 
The sub only moaned when the tools were applied to her skin. No skin broke under this mistress hand, only the blush of heated skin appeared wherever the leather landed. What surprised me the most in this D/s interaction were the touches of the Mistress. The ponytailed Dom frequently ran a gentle hand along her sub’s back, shoulders and would lean down to whisper something in the other woman’s ear. Sometimes they’d share a laugh or look, but you could tell there was a connection between them that went beyond the games played in the room.
A man’s loud scream broke my concentration away from the duo in the middle. Looking to the left of me I saw an older man, naked, manacled by his wrist and being flogged by a woman dressed in a black leather cat-suit. This wasn’t the same give and take of the last couple. What I was looking at boggled my mind. The Mistress was waylaying on this guy’s ass…well not just his ass but you get my meaning. The harder she hit him the more he screamed and the more anxious he was to get closer to her.
            As I said before I’m all for whatever floats your boat, but OUCH. Not so much for me. If I’m getting spanked it better be because I’m losing a game, not having a four inch paddle taken to my bare ass. Hell I even glare at my doctor when he sticks a needle in my booty. Me and my ass say thanks, but I’ll pass on that experience. 
            Determined not to look, but like a train accident, my eyes keep drifting back there I see one last thing that I’m determined to never see again.
            A big ass knife. The kind you always picture being mugged with is now in the Dom’s hand. Granted I knew knife play sometimes came into the picture, but never in a million drugged out fantasies would I have come up with this.
            BAK (Big ass knife) held in the, please dear God, steady head of the female Dom stroked down this man’s very happy penis. It trailed down over every rigid vein until it stopped at his happy tip. Then then….oh my eyes…
            She put the BAK right into the happy hole & PUSHED! Hell yes you read right. The sub let his Mistress put the sharp blade into his only hope for urinating naturally for the rest of his life. And that was it for me and the happy scary couple from hell.
            Time to focus on action closer & less scary with no knives. And what do you know I found our own Lynne Connely into the middle of a ménage.
            Brief overview so you can get the picture. I’m tucked in the corner chair with Sam sitting in front of me, a wall behind me & to my right, Desiree Holt directly on my left and Lynne right next to her on her left. These are big comfy chairs we’re sitting in. The kind you can curl up and sleep in on a rainy afternoon. It never, not once, dawns on me why these chairs are so plush or so big. (Told you I had my last smart thought of the night.) Until I see what’s going on over at my partner in crimes corner.
            To Lynne’s left a woman in more black leather, bustier & short short short skirt with thigh highs. She’s got one man on a leash & another in her lap. Much kissing, touching and groping are going on. Fine by me, my retina’s are stilling burning from the whole knife issue. OUCH!
            Anyway I’m looking at Lynne, Lynne is looking anywhere, but at the threesome next to her. Me, I love to stir things up J So when I happen to catch the eye of one of the Gropey McGrope, I give ‘em a wink and tilt my head Lynne’s way.
            LMAO…Hey they left me. It’s only right I get a little vindication out of all this. Yes, I am that kind of girl.
            The next thing I know the two men have spread the Dom’s thighs WIDE open, her skirt rides way too high and their heads are buried in her lush woman’s heat (snicker). Remember the legs wide open part? Yeah, one leg is now over Lynne’s chair pretty much in her lap. The longer this goes on, the more excited the Dom gets, the more action her leg give Lynne. It’s tossing, turning, flapping and generally all over the place.
            What does the plucky Brit do now, you ask? Simple she ignores it. Meanwhile I’m snickering behind my water bottle and mentally rubbing my hands in glee. Paybacks are such a bitch.
            And so is karma because the next instant Sam looks back and me then motions for me to follow her. Umm okay, didn’t we just do this and I got in trouble. Yes, we did, but since I’m a window licker I follow her.
            Seriously folks, I’m not stupid. My parents had my iq tested as child just to make sure. Apparently I’m just one of those people that’s so smart their a dumbass. Either that or the incense was getting me high.
            Sam led the way through the big playroom. Sounds of moans, screams, groans and wet sucky noises I refuse to identify follow us. We wind our way through various couples engaged in D/s play. Some tied up, some leaning against walls, others bound with cuffs, rope or chains.
            Once we make it to the other side of the room there are only two seats left. We grab them, sit down and take in the new action going around. Too bad I didn’t know the action would happen right next to me.
            The middle floor had cleared of the two females, now more props were being brought in. A very large man with a beard and ponytail took various whips, floggers, chains and other things I’ll never be able to pick out in a police line up, out of his personal case. He hung them on a rack, stroking them with gentle caresses that made me cringe. Something about it had me thinking I’d be safer outside, mute with the porno flick playing across my forehead.
            A table was set up in the middle but to the right of the beard man. A curvy woman walked up to it and sat down. A nice looking guy, older than me, maybe his early forties, followed. Next thing I know her clothes are coming off and he’s locking her down. This guy’s kit looks like a fishman’s tackle box on crack. The thing is huge. A few minutes later I found out why and my poor little brain went SPLAT all over again.
            When the sub on the leather table had no clothes left to take off, the Master open his case, pulled out a bottle of clear substance and rubbed or squirted it on the sub. The next thing I know the woman’s boob is on fire and her Dom wipes it out with a stroke of his hand. The sub jolts off the table as much as her restraints allow while the Dom soothes her with gentle strokes and some whispered words. Oh but hell no, if I want to set myself on fire I can think of easier ways to do it that with a mini blowtorch while naked. And I sure as hell would start with my breasts. Umm OUCH!
            The fire play continued and without being able to stop myself I kept watching. The thing of it is the sub never got burned. From what I understand NOW she could feel the heat of the fire, but whatever substance her Dom used prevented any damage to her skin. Later I was told this takes a lot of trust between a Dom and his submissive because face it one wrong move and say goodbye to any body hair and I do mean any ‘cause he didn’t stop with just her chest. The fire, literally, went lower.
            Next up for my education two woman walked past me. One could have been a model so I naturally hated her on site. The other was an older woman dressed in a nice business suit. No clue what the hell these two were going to do so naturally I had to watch them.
            Lucky or unlucky me the set up shop two chairs down from me. The model’s hands were bound and looped through a steel hook coming down from the ceiling. Once the sub was in place the older woman stroked her sub’s skin in such gentle motions I wondered what the hell these two were doing here. Two seconds later I knew. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK the Dom proceeded to open palm slap her sub’s body. Breasts, thighs, ass, stomach the Dom hit them all and her sub moaned in pleasure with every strike. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was louder than any of the whips, floggers or chains. It sounds weird I know, but very very true.
            Remember when I said karma would get me. Well, she did in the form of the couple who sat right next to me. The man wore a kilt and made his sub sit at his feet. No biggie I thought. I have a friend that loves anything in a kilt. She would have loved this because I can now officially say from personal experience I know exactly what is worn underneath a man’s kilt.
            NOTHING.
Oh and he was circumcised. Yep, I was that close and he was that happy. How do I know this because he fisted his hand in the woman’s hair and shoved her face in his crotch? Oral fixation abounds in this place. Someone always had his or her head in someone else’s business all the time. I pulled a Lynne and desperately tried not to look, but hey a guy’s getting head right next to me, sometimes you can’t help but give it a quick glance over.
When I did he made eye contact with me and sent me this slow sexy wink. OMG, this is THE guy from outside. The one who asked if I played and the one I made an ass out of myself with. And the window licker that I am didn’t realize it until that wink. Aughhh! He tilted his head to his lap, asking if I wanted to join the love fest going on between his legs. Ummm, that would be no. You know thanks for the offer, but nope not going to happen.
I now know he grunts when he comes then hisses out a long loud breath all the while able to keep his eyes wide open & staring at me. My education is growing by leaps and bounds.
Where is Sam Cayto in my time of distress (again) you ask? I’ll tell you. She wandered off to go look at another man being dominated with a very thick looking leather whip.
I have got to get friends with better Allie attention-spans. Left to my own devices I’d be strapped down, ball gagged and set on fire and not as a compliant sub. Mostly because my smart mouth wouldn’t know how to stay shut.
The happy couple next to me started getting louder, the spanky couple next to them kicked their Smacks and moans into high gear then we had the knife couple really screaming out across the room.
In the very corner almost to a point where I couldn’t see, but of course, being me, I strained to look. I heard a woman’s voice crying out and not in a good way. When I looked beyond kilt man and his one-woman suction machine my jaw literally dropped. I closed it just as fast not wanting to give the winker any ideas about what I was offering.
A tall thickly built man hovered in the shadows with a woman on her knees naked before him. He had lengths of rope in his hand. My first thought, what a weenie that woman is. The rope isn’t barbed, knotted or bladed. What the hell is she making all that noise for?
I should have stuck to kilt-man and the Hoover.
Rope, I know now, leads to binding. Binding leads to pain. Pain leads to well…pain. At least to me because remember I’m seeing all this for the first time as an outsider, graciously let into a private world most people will never see. Personally for me pain, burning, whipping, smacking, flogging, gagging don’t flip any switch I have. However, to some there is a certain security to handing over all control to another person.
I’ve been told the rope binding is the most technical and difficult ability among Doms. It takes years and years of practice, not to mention butt-full of trust from your submissive. You are restrained in such a way that there is no free movement for any part of your body. You are bound, not just hands and feet, but pretty much everything in between. It’s such an emotional as well as physical experience that when it was over and the Dom removed the bindings he had to secure his female in a cage to recover.
I watched to see her reaction once the male left her. She never moved. Not a twitch, foot tap, nose pick, not anything. She lay there so relaxed as if no one else existed in the room with her. It truly blew my mind. How do you get into such a headspace? Why do you want it or need it, as sometime is the case?
I’ll never know because that’s not the type of person I am, but it doesn’t stop me from wondering.
Pretty soon I was told it was time to go. When I looked at my watch I couldn’t believe how much time had gone by. The dungeon seduced a person with the sheer eroticism of passion and raw alpha power flowing through the air.
The four of us ended up outside by the fire while we waited for a loyal taxi driver to show up again. This time the owner came over to talk with me. Don’t ask! I’ve given up trying to understand why these things always happen to me.
She asked me not to leave. Her Beta Master was on his way. She wanted to me to see his style and mastery. Only ten minutes until he arrived so couldn’t I hold off until then? He was complete alpha and she’d love to introduce us before they started their play.
Honestly and politely I said I had to go. I came with my uh…cough…cough friends so I needed to leave with them as well. She gave me her card and told me we’d always be welcome if we were ever back in LA.
Thankfully Sam showed back up. She’d been searching the kitchen for homemade cookies the owner makes. Once Sam said her thanks and goodbyes we left their world and walked back into the reality of Los Angeles.
The moral of this story, girls and boys, is to never drink before going to a BDSM club, never lose your voice and most of all use a buddy system. Or else bring better friends than I did!
Those hussies thought I was off  ‘playing’ or being played. Oh well I’d probably have left their asses too if they were dumb enough to wander off in a strange place.
So there ends the tale of a nice Texas girl in a BDSM club in North Hollywood. I didn’t even get a t-shirt. But I’ll always remember my time there, not to mention the tendency to blush anytime I see a man in a kilt.
Maybe next week I’ll fill you in on my taxi chasing escapade….

32 comments:

Lisabet Sarai said...

Amazing tales, Allie! You're so lucky you got to see such a varied set of activities. Fire play, knife play, fancy rope work...I'm eternally jealous.

And by the way, Three Wicked Writers is going to be my pick of the month in my newsletter, coming out in a couple of days. After your series, how could it not be!

Hugs,
Lisabet

Mia Watts said...

OMG! This is the most amazing, hilarious story ever. I'm extremely jealous and now wondering if I can call a BDSM club in Grand Rapids to wander around in...with friends of course.

While I was cackling at almost everything you wrote, this bit nearly killed me with shared horror: "I now know he grunts when he comes then hisses out a long loud breath all the while able to keep his eyes wide open & staring at me. My education is growing by leaps and bounds."

Harlie Reader said...

You adventures in a BDSM club will forever burn in my brain. I was laughing and cringing at the same time. Knife play and fire play are too extreme for me. I'm glad that you learned alot. I'm really jealous now.

Harlie Reader said...

Oh and BTW, I would never leave you! I'd be your wingman. Was the guy in the kilt at least somewhat attractive? Sorry, have to know since we were introduced in both blogs........

Allie Standifer said...

Lisabet, I'm thrilled you've picked 3WW as your pick of the month! Thank you!!
Harlie, next time I head out for a new misadventure I'll be sure to grab you. Yeah, the kilt wearing winker was good looking, but way too aware of it. Not that he did have a BIG reason to be proud! Wow, did he ever!

Margie said...

LMAO! This is just too funny! You certainly had quite an adventure. How interesting to see activities we have read about in various books and wonder about how it all really works. I'd love to see your humerous outlook of this excursion published as short story. I am sure many more people would enjoy sharing this adventure with you.

Margie

Harlie Reader said...

Allie, I live about an hour out of Dallas, so I can be anywhere fast. LOL!

Harlie Reader said...

So Mr. Kilt was arrogant? At least he had a reason to be....LOL!

Allie Standifer said...

You know it just occurred to me that some day I may regret sharing these...ahh tid bits. Just in case I end up with FBI investigating my background again.
What the heck. I was there. It was interesting & that's another check off Desiree Holt's bucket list :)

Regina Carlysle said...

I love starting my day with howls of hysterical laughter!!!! OMG..imaging it ALL. What an eye-popping experience. Unforgettable.

Eileen said...

OMG!! I am so glad I read the rest of the story. I'm still reeling from all you saw and I probably would have reacted the same way.

bearaboo said...

Allie, you are a hoot. I laughed till I cried after reading about kilt man. Thank you for sharing your story.

Lynne Connolly said...

Facepalm
She made eye contact. She kept making eye contact.
The menage went on for a while, and they kept nudging me, and I have to tell you it was tempting, but I'm happily married and I want to stay that way. So I'll write about it instead.
My mistake? The pony tail. I had no idea that in this place anyway, pony tail meant Dom, or seemed to.
The lady who whipped later became a whippee, but only after she'd taken out a pony tail and taken off her leather gear, to leave a nice turquoise bra and panties set.
The fire play was kinda beautiful and very artistic. Honestly, some of these people could have joined the Cirque du Soleil. Perhaps that's what they did in their free time, who knows?
So it's Chicago next!

Anonymous said...

Good lordy my gracious!! What a tale! Though I laughed myself silly, I have to say, I'm extremely envious. I've always been a curious cat, but your story has truly piqued my interest. I think my penis hurt after the knife story. Well, it would if I had one. Lol! But the kilt man's story did me in. Thanks for continuing this story with no mention of belly button lint! Can't wait to hear about your adventures in chasing taxis. :0)

Elece

Mari Freeman said...

LOL! Glad I opted to stay quietly in the hotel.

You guys are crazy biotches.

So you writing BDSM now Allie?

Adele Dubois said...

Oh my. I thought I was being naughty by watching the Chippendales on stage!

Best--Adele

nicoleaustin said...

I recommend handcuffs for the wayward ... cough... friends. That way a window licker such as you can't get lost if your cuffed to them. lol!

Allie Standifer said...

Oh yeah, I'm going to cuff myself then walk into a D/s club. I get myself into enough trouble without additional help!

Vonnie Davis said...

I rate this a 4-tissue story. I laughed so hard I cried and used 4 tissues to make it through. Darn tears fogged up my eyes so I couldn't read and heaven knows I didn't want to miss a word. Not ONE single word. Great job. What fun.

Nina Pierce said...

I am so jealous you all went to a BDSM club. Certainly sounds like an intriguing experience! One of these days I'm going to venture into one ... research ... total research!

Allie Standifer said...

Mari, you were no innocent in this. If I remember correctly, you & your wine, were very encouraging & wanting me to take pics! Then again that might have been your partner in crime. I'm writing one BDSM book for the 1-800-Dom-help series. That's what started this whole thing. Me & my need for details. And what details I have now.
Warning to anyone thinking of following our (my) footsteps. Check out the club first. Contact the owner & let them know exactly who you are and what you'll be there for. Otherwise I'd probably be locked up in a cage with a collar & Kilt-man holding the leash!

Tess MacKall said...

Okay. There is something I've just gotta know. And no soft-pedaling here either. You haven't done that so far, lol, so I suspect you'll be honest now, too. LOL

Did any of you gals get WET? And I don't mean did somebody spill a drink on you either!

I think once that BAK went where it did, my "window lickin'" self would have been out the door and running straight into traffic.

But the fireplay sounds pretty amazing. See? Guess there is some kind of fascination in all of this for everyone. LOL

You cracked me up, Allie.

Ashlyn Chase said...

Thanks so much for sharing your experience in your entertaining way, Allie. I was able to picture it in excruciating detail. LOL

jean hart stewart said...

Wow..loved knowing about it all. Fire play I never even heard of it. Glad you escaped alive, more or less.....Wish I had both the nerve and the opportunity...Jean

Lynne Connolly said...

Tess - no. I was quite relieved, really. After all, it's an expensive hobby!

Allie Standifer said...

I didn't, but that's because I was too busy being scared of getting into something I couldn't get out of. Plus the whole not talking thing didn't help out.
At least now I can say 'Been There, Done That'!

Dalton Diaz said...

My jaw is on the floor! I have studiously avoided hitting any club with Sam Cayto, but now I kinda want to!!!
Alright, not kinda...Holy @&%*!

Anonymous said...

Really, I mean really, do you have to perpetuate the idea you would be somehow overtaken at a BDSM club. Just the opposite is true. There is usually a very hands off policy at BDSM clubs and anyone who tried to do anything to you would be kicked out on his/her behind.

Anonymous said...

I loved the second post. Thanks for letting me live through you. i HATE TO SAY IT BUT BETTER YOU THAN ME.
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cat said...

If you so obviously feel the need to scandalize or at least distance yourself from (consensual) BDSM practices, why would you write such a story? To be honest, those kinds of stories are big turn offs for people being into BDSM (you can usually notice very quickly) and why cater for the needs of hypocrites?

Actually, these kinds of commentary really get me angry. Especially if the author is as ignorant not to talk about the very developed principles of taking serious interest and DISinterest by others, SSC (safe, sane and consensual) is taken very seriously in the community: People are much more likely to experience transgressions in a normal disco than in a BDSM club. So, please, don't discredit a whole lifestyle just because it makes your story a bit more exciting...

Cherise Sinclair said...

Hey, I just saw your post. careena said there were other authors coming through--I wish I'd known y'all were hanging out. We (an Aussie friend and I) were there too that night. And in the big room during the fire play. He had his sub so deep into subspace that he actually took the time to chat with me. Three seconds and then it starts to burn. Eek!

Isn't it a great club?

Cherise

Monica Burns said...

What a GREAT 2parter read! Are ya'll going to RWA in July so I can drag ya'll to this club??? This sounds like the kind of adventure that only a few people (outside those who live it) ever have a chance to see.

So if you're going to RWA in 2012...just saying! LOL