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“Rule number two—don’t stare. It’s hard at first, but pretty soon you will get used to everything, and it will get easier.”
“Like the spanking?” Diamond questioned, remembering her conversation with Crystal on that first night.
“Yup, just like that,” Crystal agreed. “Look! A hundred-dollar tip,” her friend added happily as they walked away, shoving the crisp bill into the crevice between her breasts. “We’ll split it later. I love those guys. C’mon, let’s go over here. I’ll introduce you to the mistresses.”
The mistresses, as Crystal called them, were even more intimidating than the Tanners. There were seven of them, all decked out in various outfits of leather and latex in various shades of red. They were exquisitely made up, and their tanned bodies towered over her in their stiletto heels. They were less friendly than the men, and seemed aloof as they approached. They were also, she noted with interest, surrounded by young men in latex hot pants and collars who knelt at their feet. Unlike the submissives across the way, the “boys” as Crystal referred to them, were turned towards the woman, and appeared to be worshiping at their feet.
The mistresses didn’t bother with introductions or niceties, also ordering bottles of water for the men, along with white wine for themselves. They took the order once more, and delivered it themselves, again receiving a sizeable tip. When the lights flashed red, they left the group. The stage lit up and Pax was standing in the center of it.
“Good evening, and welcome,” he greeted the crowd, who had suddenly gone silent and turned toward the stage. “Tonight is our long awaited and largely anticipated flogging demonstration. Flogging,” Pax continued, pacing the stage slowly, his deep voice rumbling into the microphone and across the club, “is an art form—one that can be used to bring much pain to a naughty submissive, and much pleasure to a deserving one. The flogger is not an instrument to be wielded by an inexperienced dominant or mistress as it requires much precision and skill. I always recommend that a person attend at least one lesson or demonstration before picking up a flogger themselves, which is why we like to occasionally host such demonstrations here at Rojo. Tonight, we have the distinct pleasure of having the renowned BDSM expert and master flogger, Sir Darius, joining us on stage to give a beautiful demonstration on the art of flogging. Please welcome him and his wife and 24/7 lifestyle submissive, Roxy, to the stage.”
Pax made a sweeping gesture towards the curtains before exiting the stage on the opposite end, and taking a seat in the front.
Sir Darius was hands down the most intimidating ox of a man Diamond had ever laid eyes on. His size alone made the Tanners look like field mice. Darius had the darkest skin she had ever seen, which made his white wife beater nearly glow in contrast. He wore camo cargo pants, and a black fedora on top of his head. A large silver hoop hung from his right earlobe, making him look as if he was about to recite poetry in a cafe rather than give a demonstration on flogging in a BDSM club. He snapped his fingers, and instantly, two stagehands appeared, carting a formidable looking object of leather and metal. It looked almost like a piece of workout equipment, but without the weights.
“Oh, that’s a nice one,” Crystal squealed beside her.
“Mmhmm,” Diamond agreed. “What is it?”
“Spanking bench,” Crystal whispered, never taking her eyes off the stage. “Shh. I love flogging, and Sir Darius is hot.”
Diamond had to agree that he was indeed, in a scary sort of way, one of the hottest men she had laid eyes on tonight, excluding Pax, of course.
He snapped once more, and a tiny blip of a woman with skin as white as his was dark skittered out to join him on stage. The thin strapped dress she wore was long and plain, although the raven haired beauty inside it was anything but. He introduced her briefly as his wife and submissive, Roxy, and then he took her hand and lovingly guided her prostrate across the bench. When she was settled, he reached into his pocket and withdrew a small pair of scissors, slitting her dress up the back, exposing her white panties, and the creamy freckled skin of her back—stopping right near the top of her rib cage.
“Well, that’s handy,” Diamond muttered, suddenly understanding the function of the woman’s plain dress was to afford her privacy while still giving her partner easy access to her exposed areas.
Roxy gave an involuntary shiver as the cool air kissed her skin. Sir Darius stooped to the ground, and picked up a small leather duffel that Diamond hadn’t noticed before, placing it on top of Roxy’s back for balance, and began to dig in it, before extracting two leather floggers, and returning the bag to sit on the stage, underneath the bench. The floggers he pulled out were beautifully crafted of a bright purple leather, which made her smile. Darius certainly didn’t look like the type to be wielding such beautiful and colorful implements. Everything about the man was dark and foreboding including his name. Seeing his dark hands wrapped around the thick purple handles was a mesmerizing sight. Flicking one of the floggers in the air a few times, he held it up for inspection, explaining that it was a suede flogger, quite stingy and not for beginners. According to Sir Darius, this particular flogger had twenty falls, each one being twenty-three inches long, and a quarter inch thick. He went on for a while, his spiel purely informational, but it was after all, a demonstration.
The bartender Ray, caught her eye, and motioned her over to the bar, where he handed her a tray of drinks at pointed to the mistresses. Ugh. She didn’t really want to go over there without Crystal, but the other girl seemed mesmerized by the show taking place up on stage, even though nothing was really happening yet.
This time, when she served their drinks, the head mistress, or so she assumed, asked her name, and introduced herself as Lady Kimmora, or Lady K. Unlike the dominants, Lady Kimmora didn’t deign to introduce her subs, who were literally kissing her feet while Lady K stood there chatting, as if having half a dozen grown men worshipping at her feet while she carried on a conversation consisting purely of inconsequential small talk was nothing out of the ordinary, and for her, it probably wasn’t.
“Is there, anything else, I can get for you, Lady K?” Diamond asked, adopting the nickname.
Lady K lifted the glass to her kips, but didn’t sip. “Sit,” she ordered, waving Diamond into an empty chair beside her. Not knowing what else to do, Diamond sat. Her job was to keep the guests happy, so If Lady K wanted her to sit, sit she shall.
The air was thick with uncertainty as Diamond sat, amidst a sea of leather clad ladies wielding various implements surrounded by feet worshipping slave boys.
“Massage?” asked the woman on her right. She hadn’t introduced herself but Crystal had said her name was Mistress Carrie.
“I’m sorry?”
“Would you like a leg massage while you sit?” she asked impatiently. “Owen here is quite good at them, and I would be happy to share his services with you for the evening.”
Diamond froze, thinking that this was by far the strangest thing that had ever happened to her. Was it rude to decline the massage? Would she somehow offend the mistresses by doing so? She was unsure of proper etiquette for when a mistress offered you the services of her slave-boy. Was there even such an etiquette? Ugh, she never should have come over here without Crystal, and now she was stuck, and they were all peering at her expectantly, awaiting her answer.
“Oh, I, um… no, thank you?”
At that, the mistress gave a curt nod, and Owen retreated, finding a seat on the floor near the front of the table, apparently being given permission to enjoy the festivities.
Frozen in place, Diamond wished she had a water, or preferably, something stronger, although Pax had made it clear in no uncertain terms that that was not to happen without his express permission.
“Have you ever seen a flogging?” Lady K asked, regally crossing her legs, as she sipped her wine slowly.
“Oh, no, ma’am. I haven’t seen much of anything really. I’m new here.”
Lady K nodded knowingly. “I thought so. You’ve got that deer in the headlights look about you this evening.”
