“Thanks.” She smiled and took a sip.
With his hand resting on her thigh, he leaned in. “Give me just a moment and we’ll go to a quiet spot and discuss the interest inventory.”
Meri nodded, but her tummy bunched just thinking about it. As Ted moved away, the bartender stepped over.
“Hi, I’m Eva. Master Ted told me you’re a new member. Welcome. If you need anything, just let me know.”
Offering Eva her hand, she introduced herself. “I’m Meredith, Meri for short. It’s nice to meet someone even younger than me with an old soul name.”
Eva beamed. “I know, right? I don’t blame you for shortening yours down, but what can you do with Eva? Three letters, sheesh. Family name?”
Meri nodded. “Yours too?”
“Yep…it sucks. And if one more person tells me I should date only men named Adam, I’m going to be sick.”
Meri smiled, knowing she’d met a kindred spirit. “I don’t blame you. At least I don’t have that problem.”
As Ted came up behind her he put his arm around Meri’s shoulders. “I took an extra copy of the paperwork. Let’s head over to the couch by the wall. We can talk in relative privacy.”
In his hand, he held a clipboard and the interest inventory. As they walked towards the seating area, they passed a man and a woman watching the action in the ‘impact’ area. The Domme was dressed in an amazing pair of high heeled boots, which she rested along the back of her sub. She had a paddle in her right hand and a drink in her left.
Ted tipped his head towards the couple. “Good evening, Mistress Patrice.”
“Master Ted”—she tipped her head in greeting—“always a pleasure.”
“Mistress, allow me to introduce a new member, Meri.” Ted curled his arm around Meri’s waist and whispered in her ear, “Do not interact with her sub.”
“It’s always entertaining to meet a new sub. Welcome to DiscipliNation.” Patrice glanced her way then back to the great hall.
At first she wondered how everyone knew she was a submissive, but then remembered the wristband she’d been given as she entered the club. The colours and so forth allowed other members to know your preferences at a glance. “Thank you. It was nice meeting you as well.” She looked up at Ted, feeling decidedly uncomfortable. She needed to learn the protocols quickly. It was a little like being in a foreign land and not understanding the customs.
“Well done, Meri. Mistress Patrice keeps her subs on a short leash, so to speak.”
Not knowing what to say, she said nothing at all. “Is there a book or anything I can read to help me learn the rules? I wouldn’t want to offend anyone.”
“Each club has their own standards or guidelines. If you attend the new member meetings, you’ll learn most of them. Are you looking for a relationship or do you want to keep it casual?”
“Ultimately, I’d like a steady relationship.”
Ted had led her to a couch off to the side of the stage. “Have a seat.”
After she was comfortable, he handed her the clipboard and inventory paperwork.
Once he was sitting beside her, he asked, ‘That’s good to know. Is there anything in the first section you have a question about?”
“Not really. It was the second section that left me bewildered.”
“Okay, we’ll start there.”
Meri glanced at the list then up at Ted. He offered to answer her questions and he knew she was new to the lifestyle, but it was still a little embarrassing to admit she didn’t know what half of this stuff was. “In addition to being confused about some—okay, a lot of what this stuff is—how can I say whether or not I like it, if I’ve never done it?”
“Fair enough. Why don’t we change the section titles to ‘interested’, ‘not interested’ and ‘maybe’?”
“I didn’t know I could do that. Okay, that should work better.” She glanced at the first one and grimaced. “Geez, the very first one has me stumped. I’m sorry.”
“No need to apologise, Meri. I’m not fond of this list. It works well for experienced players but for newbies, it’s confusing. Since it’s alphabetical, it takes the actions out of context and can be difficult to decipher.” He tilted the clipboard so he could read it. “Abrasion is a rough sensation, much like when I used the back of the knife along your skin. Sandpaper can also be used.”
Her shoulders dropped in frustration. “I liked what you were doing, but the idea of sandpaper in, shall we say, sensitive areas—not so much. I can’t write an essay of explanation next to each one and I don’t want to say no to everything…”
“Sshh, mark that one ‘maybe’ and if the Dom considers using it, then you’ll have a conversation about it ahead of time.”
“Doesn’t that take away the spontaneity? I don’t want to have an agenda.”
Ted chuckled. “You have nothing to worry about, Meri. Stop overthinking and just go with your gut.” He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. “Next one up is anal sex.”
“Here’s another problem. If I was with someone, in a committed relationship, then I would be willing to try it, but not with someone I just met.”
“As you become more comfortable in the lifestyle, you can always update your list. And once you find a steady partner, you two can develop a personal list.”
She nodded and checked ‘no’ to anal sex. Now that he’d given her some helpful hints, she was able to move down the checklist a little easier. Sometimes when she came to an unfamiliar term, she would ask and sometimes she would just mark ‘no’.
“What brought you to DiscipliNation, Meri?” Ted tossed her hair over her shoulder so it cascaded down her back.
Meri sighed. “I married right out of college.” She tried to find a concise way to explain five years of hell. “We had a different value system. When he realised I wouldn’t follow the career path he’d laid out for me, he found a younger, prettier, upwardly mobile replacement. That was three years ago. In the meantime, I began reading about BDSM. My curiosity grew. One day I just decided to give it a try. I found the club online and here I am.”
“Your ex was an idiot.” Ted seemed upset for her.
“We weren’t right for each other. I should’ve figured that out years earlier, but I was stubborn and kept hanging in there, thinking he’d understand. Aside from my ego taking a hell of a beating, it was for the best.”
“I’m sorry he hurt you, but I’m very glad you found your way here.”
“Me too, thank you.”
“Amanda, at the front desk, can keep that on file for you.” He took her completed checklist. “Let me run it up to her and then I’ll show you a bit more of the club.”
“Perfect.” Meri watched as Ted headed through an employees-only door. She had to turn away before she started drooling. Damn, the man was handsome. He was throwing her mixed signals though. One moment, he seemed interested, then in the next breath he spoke like she’d find someone else. Odd.
“Welcome to DiscipliNation. I’m Master André, one of the owners. I believe we met at the munch last month.” André extended his hand in greeting.
Meri stood and took his hand. “Yes, we did. It was sweet of you to remember.” André wasn’t as tall as Ted, or as buff, but he seemed nice. He had kind eyes and a beautiful smile. He had put her at ease the first time they’d met and was a huge part of why she’d signed up.
“It’s slower paced during the week.” He waved to the couch. “Please sit, relax.”
“Thank you. Master Ted”—okay, that felt awkward rolling off the tongue—“has been very kind and has offered to show me around.” Meri sat back down on the couch and fretted over her dress. It was riding up and her stomach, which was less than flat normally, looked horrible through the slashes. She crossed her arms over her tummy and hoped he hadn’t noticed.
“Glad to hear it. In just a few moments, Master Lucas will be demonstrating various mummification techniques on the north stage. You should watch. He puts on a great presentation.” He patted her knee and stood up.
“Great, I’ll check it out!”
Mummification?
Holy shit.
Is it too late to run far and run fast?
She watched André and Ted speak for a moment before Ted joined her again.
“Master Mike is playing in the suspension room. Would you like to watch?” Ted held her hand between his two.
“Yes, I’d love to.” Suspension sounded less scary than mummification.
“While a scene is playing out, you must be silent. If you have any questions or have seen enough, squeeze my hand. We’ll find someplace quiet and talk about it. Okay?”
“That’s wonderful, thank you.” She was so excited. Meri allowed him to lead the way back past the bar and down a short hallway she hadn’t noticed the first time, to a small stage area.
Master Mike looked youngish, early twenties maybe. Or maybe she was just getting old. At thirty-two, she was noticing a whole lot of people looked young to her these days. In addition to a bag full of equipment and rope—bundle after bundle of natural toned rope—he had several cameras lying on the stage.
One…sub, model? She wasn’t sure what the dynamics were, but one girl was suspended about three feet off the floor. Meri was surprised at the serene expression on her face.
That had to hurt!
One leg was bound tightly, calf to thigh, her other leg was pointed straight up. The girl was on her left side, her head and hair hanging freely. While very beautiful, it was not something Meri wanted to try.
The second model was kneeling with her back to Mike. He moved fast as he created the bindings, locking her hands behind her in an intricate and artistic knot.
Finding a spot off to the side, Meri and Ted sat quietly on the floor and watched.
Both women seemed entranced. DiscipliNation was very firm in their no drugs rule and they limited the consumption of alcohol for any members scening, so Meri sat wondering what had put that ‘out of it’ expression on both girls’ faces.
She noticed they were dressed identically in cute little thongs and demi cup bras.
Once Mike had finished the tie, he checked in with both girls. He cradled them in his arms, talked to them, moved their hair out of their faces, before he picked up his camera. Walking by the first girl hanging in the air, he pushed on her shoulder, sending her twirling.
Meri was relieved to hear her giggle. That sure as hell wouldn’t have been the response she would have given. Throwing up sounded a bit more like it.
After taking pictures of the girl still on the ground, he picked up more rope and began wrapping it around her chest. Above and below her breasts, then in between and looped behind her neck. It was amazing how fast he could make those complicated knots.
Soon he attached the ropes around the girl to a metal ring hanging from a rafter running the length of the ceiling. Once she was dangling with only her tippy toes on the ground, Mike tied her legs to match the other model’s. It wasn’t long at all before she, too, was suspended and twirling.
Meri assumed Mike would start snapping more pictures. Instead he checked in with both girls again. They were smiling with dreamy looks on their faces. Meri was decidedly jealous. Damn, she wanted to look like that. Well, not swinging from ropes, but the rapture expression—she definitely wanted to experience that.
Again, Mike surprised her by reaching into his bag and pulling out a toy that looked like a paddle, but the blade was split in two. Mike rubbed and squeezed the ass cheeks of the first model just before giving her a few swats with his hand. Each smack he made sent her flying away from him. Once the rope swung back towards him, he’d smack her again.
The sounds coming from the sub were confusing. Meri’d heard spankings were enjoyable, sexy and erotic. The girl sounded like it hurt, but the expression on her face told a different story. A tiny sliver of fear ran down Meri’s spine as she imagined it was her being spanked. What if she didn’t like it? What if it hurt? What if it hurt
and
she liked it?
Meri put her hands in her lap to keep from giving Ted the ‘I want to leave’ signal. She needed to watch this. To see if she was cut out for this or not. There was no doubting whether or not she was excited. Hell, her dress was probably stained she was so wet, but she wasn’t the one getting her ass beaten.
Mike switched the paddle thing to his right hand and gave her cheeks a blazing strike. Her skin went from a sweet pink to an ‘oh that hurt’ red. Meri covered her mouth to keep from making a sound.
Ted leaned in and whispered, “Just watch a few more minutes, Meri. You can do this.”
She nodded and took his hand for support.
Mike went to the second model and began the process over again. Except this time, in between spanking her, Mike paddled the first girl. After about the fifth swat, the girl being paddled arched her back and sent herself twirling backward. “Harder, Master Mike, harder.”
Meri couldn’t believe her ears. She looked at Ted for confirmation. He was wearing an ear–to-ear grin as he nodded. Having seen enough to send her head spinning, she squeezed his hand.
Ted stood in one fluid, smooth motion then leant down to help her stand. She wished she had his grace. Maybe it was time to renew her gym membership.
Once they were back at their spot on the couch, Ted asked, “What are your thoughts on their scene?”
“I’m not sure I have a coherent thought on it. The girls were beautiful, and they seemed to be enjoying it. The expressions on their faces were very different from what I’d look like.” She laughed just picturing herself tied in ropes and swinging from a rafter.
“Not something you want to try right away?” Ted was smiling and handsome as hell.
“I’m sorry. I don’t think that’s my cup of tea, especially if cameras are around.”
The smile vanished from Ted’s face. His eyes were narrowed with a displeased look about him. “You are a beautiful woman, Meri. I hope I misunderstood your comment because if you were speaking disparagingly about your body, I won’t be happy.”
“Well, Ted, come on. I’m not twenty-something anymore and I’m not that thin or as flexible as those two girls. I am a realist.”
“Master Ted,” he corrected in a firm tone that brokered no argument. “And none of those things you mentioned defines beauty. For starters, you have gorgeous hair. I’m not into rope bondage, but I might get that way if it meant running my hands through your hair for as long as I wanted. Your face is beautiful and expressive. I can’t stop looking at you.”