Chapter One
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♡ I don’t always mention contraception or STI’s, please assume the characters are being safe and not playing pregnancy roulette.
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Molly’s POV.
“If you twist the butt plug, you will get a whole new sensation. I really recommend this during the peak of orgasm, you will see such a reaction from your sub.”
I listen to the experienced Dom share the advice on butt plugs and nod in interest. My best friend, Nolana, leans in next to me.
“He’s not lying, either, it feels insane,” she comments.
I smirk at her. “Good to know.”
Dressed in extremely short teddy lingerie, I’m overdressed in comparison to the other members of the club.
I became an official member of The Gilded Cage only yesterday. It is an exclusive BDSM club and requires an invitation from an existing member to get in. Luckily, I’ve known Nolana for years.
We went to university together in Dublin from age eighteen. We’re twenty-five now and still close friends. Close enough that she was willing to vouch for me to join the BDSM club. It’s the only one I know of in County Down.
After university, I moved back to County Antrim for four years but always loved County Down when I visited Nolana. Last month, I took the plunge and found a studio apartment in Down. My parents are not happy that I’ve left the shire, but I’m only an hour’s drive away.
Shevonne comes over with our cocktails. I thank her and take a sip. Nolana kisses her cheek.
Nolana and her girlfriend have been dating for about six months now. They met at The Gilded Cage. Shevonne is a switch and Nolana is a Domme. They are in an exclusive relationship and made the decision right at the start not to publicly scene. While they both enjoy voyeurism, they’re not as much into exhibitionism.
I’ve had glimpses of their play before when they’ve asked me for my opinion on something, or I’ve had to stand guard because the room didn’t have a lock (that happened when we went on a girls’ trip away a couple months ago for Nolana’s birthday).
Nolana suggested that I join their BDSM club now that I have moved here. The membership fee is for The Gilded Cage is not extortionate, but with the hundred or so members that the owner has, he must certainly rake in a nice income each year. He obviously spends a lot of it on the upkeep of the club because all of the equipment looks like-new and is well maintained.
After the scene is over, we find an empty group of chairs and take a seat. I observe the other members of the club. This is my first time after all, and I am curious about the other members. As usual, roles range from Masters/slaves to Doms/subs. There’s your switches, undecided’s and strictly voyeurs-only.
I can feel someone’s eyes on me, and I look around self-consciously. People have been looking my way all night, but I don’t let it go to my head. It’s only because I’m new, the hype will be over in a week. I’m wearing my voyeur-only band, I didn’t want to deal with the stress of potentially scening on my first night.
No one is looking directly at me, which confuses me because I can still feel my skin prickling as though someone is watching me. Shrugging it off, I turn back to my friends.
“There’s a spanking scene starting in ten minutes, want to watch it?” Nolana asks.
“Yeah, that sounds good,” I reply.
A sliver of excitement runs through me at the thought of being spanked. It was my first dabble with BDSM, asking a boyfriend at uni to spank me. It was a lot of fun and kind of like the gateway scene into me becoming obsessed with BDSM.
“Of course you want to see that,” Shevonne says with a smirk.
I look away from the couple, not wanting to intrude on their intimate moment as they flirt and kiss. Scanning the room, I’m not seeing anyone who catches my eye. Granted, there are very few single people here. Most are in couples from what I can tell, they’re wearing the ‘Taken’ bands, making it obvious.
The single people I can see aren’t really doing it for me. I don’t have a specific type per se, I just need to feel a spark, a connection, with someone. Although, looking back at my exes and past crushes, tall, dark, and handsome really does cover it. I always like dark-skinned or tanned guys too, which can be hard to find in Northern Ireland, where it rains more days than it’s dry. We’re the Emerald Isle, not Costa de Sol.
“Come on, the spanking show is starting soon.”
I follow Shevonne and Nolana over to the stage. A sub is already draped over a spanking bench and one of the Doms is tying her ankles to the bench. A second Dom pulls a large leather strap across her back, stopping her from getting up.
On the table behind them is an array of instruments and devices. As the crowd gathers, they start to prep their sub’s body for play. One of them massages her right buttock. The other runs a spiked Wartenberg wheel, kind of like a cowboy’s boot spur, over her left buttock. The contrast in sensations must be overwhelming for her brain to process.
Once she is wriggling sufficiently, they stop and step back from her. One of the Doms steps forwards and addresses the audience. He tells us a bit about each of the instruments they are going to be using on her. I have heard of all of them and have experienced the impact of some myself. My favourite has to be the flogger and my least favourite is probably the paddle.
One by one, they use each of the instruments on their sub. They take it in turns, and occasionally hit her at the same time. Their blows aren’t very hard, but that is because there are two of them and they are using a variety of instruments. Her ass slowly turns from pale pink to blood-red from the hits.
She’s sweating and whimpering by the time that they are done. One Dom cleans the equipment for the next person to use while the other unties the sub and takes her into his arms. He holds her for a few minutes until the first Dom comes over with cream. We walk away as they look after their sub.
Enviously, I look at all the couples surrounding me. No doubt turned on from that display, lots of them disappear off into the private rooms. I wish I had someone to disappear off with.
I reassure myself that I’m twenty-five, I’ve got plenty of time to date and find someone. It doesn’t help that, when I meet someone, I am looking for both a Dom and a partner. It makes the whole process harder because the attributes I require my partner to have are more specific than most.
The final display we watch is a workshop on how to cane someone. The master has a variety of canes that he uses on his sub, each varying in material and thickness. The whole thing makes me wince as I watch it.
The male sub’s thighs are covered with pink stripes within moments. The sub seems to favour the thicker canes, while the master prefers the thin ones. He lets him have a minute break between each cane type. I imagine the sub is going to need a lot of aftercare if the tear tracks down his face are anything to go by.
I remember my own caning experience. Luckily, I trusted the Dom doing it because we had scened together before a couple times. We had an easy-going agreement to scene whenever he was in town. I didn’t enjoy it much, though. He used quite a thin cane and he hit my breasts as well as my butt and thighs. I didn’t use my safe word because it never got too much, but I’m in no rush to be caned again. I was sore for days afterwards.
We don’t stay at the club for much longer. I collect my coat and say goodbye to the girls. The walk back to my home is only eight minutes and my long coat covers everything, giving no hint that I’m in nothing but lingerie underneath it.
I let myself into my studio flat and kick off my heels. It’s eleven o’clock and I’m wiped. I take off my make-up, get ready for bed and snuggle under my covers.
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