Stefan gave me an approving glance. “Of course, more than a few guys in there will be naked, so you might find you’re overdressed.”
I managed a shrug. “I’ll cope.” I glanced inside his shoulder bag, and stilled. “You… you brought your new flogger.” My heartbeat quickened.
His gaze met mine. “Just in case.”
Oh my God.
I’d felt the soft leather tongues when Stefan had brought it home from Mr. B’s. I’d tried to imagine how they’d feel, striking my skin.
And yes, I was more than a little curious.
At last we were ready. Stefan’s crotch was encased in a leather jock. I smiled when I saw the fastenings. “That thing is designed for easy access.”
“Of course.” His eyes gleamed. “Ready to fuck or be sucked.” He grabbed my hand. “And speaking of being ready…”
I nodded. “Lead the way.”
Stefan went back into the hallway, paused at the door, then pushed it open.
I took a breath to steady myself.
Okay, Alice. Prepare to get your first glimpse through the Looking Glass.
My first impression was that it was a big space, and looked nothing like an apartment.
My first dungeon.
The room was lit by lamps and candles, and the black plastic over the floor sucked the light into it. Bowls stood on flat surfaces, containing lube and condoms, and next to them were neatly folded towels. Bottles of water were lined up.
Accommodating host.
I counted seven men that I could see, and there were open doorways through which more voices filtered. Most of the guys were naked, and a few glanced over to where Stefan and I stood. Some raised their hand in greeting to him, then went back to whatever they were doing.
Then I saw the slings, hanging from metal frames.
I knew what they were—porn, of course—but I hadn’t expected to see three of them standing together. One of them was occupied, and as I got a closer look, goose bumps erupted all over my arms. The guy lying in the sling had his feet in the stirrups, and the guy sitting on a stool between his legs had his gloved hand in Sling Guy’s arse, up to the wrist.
Oh… wow.
I didn’t want to stare, so I forced myself to take in my surroundings.
One wall was covered in various implements: ropes hanging in coils, cuffs, paddles, floggers, whips, gags…
Everything a kinky man needs.
“That’s the tools wall,” Stefan murmured. He pointed to the opposite wall. “And that’s the toy shelf.” I saw dildos, butt plugs, and shiny metal objects whose function I could only guess at.
Then I saw it standing in the corner, and my heartbeat quickened.
I knew what it was. I’d seen one in some of the BDSM porn videos I’d found online. Right now it was empty.
That didn’t stop me visualising how it might look later.
So that’s a St. Andrew’s Cross. The real thing.
“Maybe you’d like to spend some time in there.” Stefan pointed once more, and I followed his finger to?—
That’s a cage.