I stepped into the room that was known as the ‘Swingset,’ and tried not to look around with eyes that were too wide. Leif stuck close to me, which I appreciated, and explained the purpose of the room.
“This room is designated for couples,” he explained with his lips close to my ear, and it raised another round of goose bumps that spread out over my entire body. “In here couples can swap partners, whether it be a same sex swap or opposites sexes swapping. Sometimes this results in multiple couples playing together, or in a single couple going off to engage in play with their friend for the evening on their own.”
I looked around the room to see there were some couples just talking, perhaps making arrangements, while others were having sex. There were plush sofas gathered toward the center of the room, and then were various beds and other pieces of furniture throughout the rest of the room to give the couples a place to play. My eyes traveled all over the room and not in a single corner was there an actual swingset.
I should have known better.
What I did see was Tara with another woman, and I quickly averted my eyes. I decided that I wouldn’t be spending much time in that particular room if that was where Tara and Eggs liked to spend their time. It was one thing to be involved in the same club, but it was another to actually watch one of my closest friends getting it on with a strange woman. I didn’t even know that Tara was into women.
“Any questions?” Leif asked, and I swore I felt his lips brush against my ear.
“No,” I managed to get out quietly.
“Then let’s proceed,” he said, and tugged me from the room.
We went back into the hallway we had come from and I took a deep breath.
“Feeling overwhelmed already?” he smirked, and I found myself wanting to lick the raised portion of his lips.
“Just a little. Until now the kinkiest thing I’ve ever done is have sex with the lights on,” I admitted, and Leif’s smirk grew into a full smile.
“Everyone has to start somewhere, and you’ve taken a big step just by acknowledging your curiosity, Scarlet,” he assured me with a gentle touch on my shoulder and that moved up to my neck.
I liked the way his skin felt on my mine, and that he looked into my eyes when he talked. I felt safe with him, which I wasn’t expecting I would. I didn’t know anything about him at all, but there was a connection forming between us.
We continued on the tour and he showed me several other rooms I was quite certain I was never going to need to enter. I had no interest in becoming sexually involved with someone who was transgendered (not that there was anything wrong with someone who was), nor did I have any interest in getting it on with someone old enough to be my grandfather. It amazed me how many subcultures ran through the sexuality spectrum, and Leif was very informative as he guided me through the The Playground.
“Finally, I’ve saved the best for last, since I presume this is the space that will interest you the most,” he said as we came to a stop in front of what looked like a very heavy black door. “This is our dungeon.”
Just the word ‘dungeon’ got my heartbeat to sky rocket. In my mind I was seeing chains hanging from the ceiling or the walls with bodies strewn up just waiting to be punished in some painful way.
“Are you ready?” Leif asked me.
“Yes,” I squeaked, but he didn’t open the door.
“Scarlet, close your eyes for me,” he said in a calm, soothing voice and I did as he asked. “Now take a breath so deep you feel it in your stomach, hold for three seconds and then release it slowly.”
I inhaled deeply like he told me to, held onto it for three long seconds and then released it slowly. His hand moved to that spot on my neck like he was cradling me, and that feeling of being safe and protected filled me. As I let the breath go I felt the relaxation flood through my body. Leif was good; I had to give him that.
“Better?” he asked when I opened my eyes.
“Yes,” I smiled, “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.” Leif opened the door and gestured for me to walk ahead of him.
Like in the other rooms it was as if no one noticed we were making our entrance. Play didn’t stop for us, nor did anyone attempt to get us involved in their games. It was like we were invisible.
The walls looked like an honest to goodness dungeon with the dank cobblestone from floor to ceiling. The floor in that room was cement and there were drains at various points, and a part of me prickled at guessing what those drains might be needed for. There were what some might consider to be implements of torture hanging on the walls—paddles, floggers, whips, riding crops, leather straps, and a few other things that I couldn’t even name were present and accounted for. My heart started to speed up again at the sight of some of the sex toys that were on display.
The Playground’s rules and regulations noted that all toys were sterilized between uses, and it was recommended that members bring their own items if they were going to be engaging in regular play, that way there would be no question in regards to cleanliness. Part of being a member of The Playground meant monthly STD testing to ensure that diseases were not being passed around the club. A member was banned from play until the disease was treated and if anyone was discovered to be carrying something incurable like herpes or HIV, their membership was terminated.
Knowing that the club took the safety of its members so seriously was part of what had convinced me to accept their membership offer. Obviously everyone that became a member of the club was interested in exploring something in their sex life and I was no different, but that didn’t mean we wanted to put our health at risk to do so. Leif guided me around the room, explaining what various devices were for. We came upon a woman that was bound to something called a Sybian. She had a ball gag in her mouth and her arms were bound tightly behind her with the same blue rope that bound her legs to the contraption the Sybian was resting on.
“What’s going on here, Talon?” Leif asked a burly bald man with violet eyes.
“Punishment,” Talon said in a gruff voice. “My slut got greedy so now I’m going to make her cum until she can’t handle anymore.”
“How many has she had?” Leif asked.
“I think we’re about to hit number seven.”
“Seven orgasms?” My eyes went wide.
“In eight minutes,” Talon looked over at me.
“You’re the new girl,” Talon smiled at me.
“Yes, I’m Scarlet. Nice to meet you,” I curtsied a little and offered my hand.
Talon pulled off the leather glove he was wearing and shook my hand.
“You’re interested in being a sub?” he asked.
“How did you know?” I looked from him to Leif.
“Because I can see it in your eyes,” Talon informed me as the woman on the Sybian started to orgasm again. “That’s it, slut, cum for me. Say hello to Scarlet.”
The woman on the Sybian made some sort of noise and eye contact with me to let me know she was attempting to communicate, but I couldn’t understand what she was saying thanks to the gag and the orgasm.
“Hello,” I nodded so she’d know I’d sort of gotten her message.
“Are you thinking of training her?” Talon asked Leif.
Leif was a Dom? Of course I had no way of knowing that since he hadn’t offered it, but I felt my heart flutter a little at the possibility. I was attracted to him, there was no denying that, and he also gave me that safe feeling that was probably important in a Dom/sub relationship.
“I’m not sure I have time,” Leif said, and my heart sunk.
“Well, if you need someone to train you hit me up on the web and we’ll talk,” Talon offered to me.
I nodded but wasn’t sure that Talon was really the kind of guy I wanted to get involved with. He was pierced in various places and had a large tattoo of what looked like a Bengal Tiger on his meaty upper arm.
A cracking sound from across the room had me turning my head to see a man strapped up to what I knew to be a St. Andrew’s cross with a woman in white leather standing before him with a flogger in her hand. I watched as she reached up and placed nipple clamps on the guy, and he thanked her for the pain she was giving him. There were dueling voices in my head, arguing over what I was seeing. On the one hand I was intrigued by it all, and slightly anxious to experience for myself. On the other, there was a part of me that worried I was a sick, twisted puppy for finding any of this sexy.
Leif led me from the room and out into the hall again.
“You look a little pale,” he informed me. “Why don’t we go to the bar and get you a drink, and we can talk about all of this?”
“Yes, please,” I said politely and let him lead me down the hall.
To his credit, Leif didn’t speak or ask my any questions until we were settled on the lobby area. He was drinking a Bloody Mary while I was more of a Gin and Tonic kind of girl. The bartender was Native American and wearing a leather vest that exposed his many tattoos. The guy kind of gave me the creeps, but I made sure to sit with my back to him when Leif and I selected a sofa.
“So, what do you think about the things you’ve seen so far tonight?” Leif asked me after I’d taken a few sips of my drink.
The gin was working its way into my system and was doing its part to calm my nerves, as well as quiet the dueling voices in my mind.
“I think it’s an entirely different world than what I’m used to,” I confessed. “Growing up around here I’ve always been told that sex is something that a person is supposed to save for the person they marry. The only safe sex that gets taught around here is abstinence. I didn’t know about condoms until I got to college.”
Leif didn’t look surprised, so I assumed he’d heard something similar to that before.
“This place is… I’m a little overwhelmed,” I told him, although I was sure he’d already figured that out for himself.
“It’s okay to be overwhelmed. The important thing is to not put too much pressure on yourself to be something you’re not.”
I took another one of those deep breaths, and then another drink of my gin and tonic. My nerves steadily calmed themselves, but my mind kept flashing back to the woman on the Sybian back in the dungeon.
“You’re thinking about the woman, aren’t you?” Leif asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
“How did you…” I trailed off, unsure of how he knew.
“Because your eyes lit up when you saw that,” he informed me.
He nodded and said, “Talon jumped the gun in presuming I would be interested in training you.”
“Training me?” I quirked an eyebrow since I was still new to the language of a BDSM relationship.
“To be mine,” Leif said, and there was a nice little tingle that came along with the thought of being his.
“What would something like that involve? Have you done it before?”
“Your enthusiasm is a good sign,” Leif smirked, and my cheeks flamed a little. “Scarlet, while your name appears to be quite appropriate,” he teased, which only made my blush deepen, “there is no need to be ashamed or embarrassed.”
“I’m sorry, I just don’t know… I feel out of my element a little here, like maybe I’m in over my head, but in a good way? I don’t know…” I trailed off with my eyes finding the floor.
Leif leaned over and tilted my chin up with the tips of his fingers so I had to look into his eyes. God, they were so beautifully blue. It was cliché to compare them to the ocean, but that was what they looked like, and I knew it would be easy to get lost if I stared into them for too long.
“Relax, Scarlet,” he said in a hypnotic tone of voice that did all sorts of things to me. “Give yourself some credit and room to explore. Remember what I said about not having to do anything you don’t want to do.”
I nodded just a little and he released my chin.
“To answer your question, yes, I have trained someone before. In fact, I have trained several girls. What it entails to train someone is a much more complicated answer,” he said, and took a big drink of his bloody Mary. “Training differs by the Dom, but I can tell you overall that training is designed to allow you to give up complete control to your partner. You would learn obedience and ways to not only trust yourself better, but to conquer your fears. By appearing to be weak, you become strong.”
“Sounds almost like a guerilla warfare tactic,” I smiled faintly, and that made Leif bark out a laugh that I wasn’t expecting to hear.
I enjoyed the mirth in his eyes when he laughed, and the fact that when he was finished he lifted my hand to kiss my knuckles.
“If you’re interested in being trained, Scarlet, I will make the time to do it,” he told me.
My eyes widened and I couldn’t help smiling myself.
“Are you sure? If you’re too busy I—”
“Finding the right Dom is as important as finding the right pet,” he said, and kissed my knuckles again.
“You want me to be your pet?” I asked, feeling that blush creep up again.
“I want us to take the time to negotiate a contract and see if we are compatible. If we can find the right terms and we find that we suit each other, then yes, I would very much enjoy having you as my pet,” Leif told me.
Madame Raven cleared her throat to get Leif’s attention and he turned toward her.
“Pardon me, Leif, but the Boss is on the phone for you; she says it’s urgent,” Madame Raven said.
“Of course it is,” Leif said in a slightly annoyed tone. “Scarlet, I look forward to meeting with you soon.”
“Likewise,” I said as he rose and left the lobby, leaving his drink behind.
The bartender snatched it away quickly, but brought me a refill on mine. Madame Raven came over and sat down beside me. Her fangs were gone, but I just assumed she got tired to putting them back in place. I had dressed as a vampire as a child and those fake plastic fangs were a pain in the ass to keep where they belonged.
“So, you seem to have made quite an impression on Leif,” Madame Raven smirked.
“Oh, I uh… I don’t…”
“He hasn’t trained a girl in a great many years,” she informed me. “You would be his first in a long time, and he is a very good master.”
“He seems very nice,” I agreed. “Do you know him well?”
Madame Raven’s smirk grew into a smile, the same as Leif’s had earlier on.
“Of course I do,” she said. “I’m the last girl he trained.”