Innocence Tempted (15 page)

There were eight others
t
here already, Kat and I making nine and ten. Gage said they were expecting fourteen total. There wasn’t a whole lot of activity yet, but most couples had proceeded to make themselves at home, which meant that at least one of each pair (or trio, in two cases) was mostly naked.

I gave Kat plenty of time to survey her surroundings and get a feel for everything. I was quite sure that she’d never seen a male sub before, and the man lying on the floor under his
m
istress’s high heels continued to draw her attention.

“Questions?” I asked.

“No, Sir. Not right now.”

“Why don’t we sit down?”

Kat nodded her agreement. I took a seat in a chair to the side of the room. We would be able to see everything in th
e
room from here, but we were still fairly close to the door. I thought that might be comforting to Kat. She curled up at my feet, sitting on the floor between my legs with her cheek on my thigh and her arms around my calf. I stroked her hair gently.

The rest of the couples arrived shortly after we did and Kat seemed to settle down. Gage spoke for a couple of minutes just welcoming everyone and pointing out the bathrooms. Most of us had been here before, but these kinds of things were common. He also went over the house rules, which again, were pretty typical, but it never hurt to be overly cautious. I was half wondering if he was taking the long route for Kat’s benefit. I would explain everything that she needed to know, but it didn’t hurt for her to hear it twice.

When he was done he introduced two of the couples who would be giving demonstrations. One was an ordinary couple, a male
D
om and
a
female sub who happened to be exhibitionists. They had simply volunteered to be watched. The other couple was a female/female D/s pair but they were also professional representatives for a sex toy company, so their demonstrations came with the ability to purchase toys. They were both attractive women, and I was willing to bet that they were pretty successful with their business.

Kat tilted her face up to me when Gage was done speaking, and I leaned down to hear her. “It’s like a
T
up
p
erware party for kinky sex,” she whispered.

I laughed out loud. “Yeah, something like that
,”
I agreed. Wanna go see?”

Kat nodded yes, so I lifted her from the floor and we went through the kitchen into the dining room where the salesgirls had disappeared. The dining room had been rearranged so that the table was pushed into a corner. There were big bins of merchandise on and below the table. In the center of the room was a padded whipping bench. Chairs had been placed around the outside of the room for spectators.

I pulled Kat down on
to
my lap as the girls began. They introduced themselves again, gave a brief overview of who they were
,
and stated the standard legal disclaimers about how they were selling toys, not sex. The sex was free–at least for each other. They also handed out catalogs so that we could check off anything we were interested in and see the pricing.

While one talked, the other stripped out of the short dress she had been wearing. Underneath she wore a corset, garters
,
and thigh highs. She laid herself over the bench with her ass in the air.

Kat’s breathing was nice and steady as she rested in my arms. So far so good.

They started with a variety of dildos and vibrators. She didn’t give full descriptions of most of them, but she did take the time to use two of them on her lover. She pressed a fairly large cock-shaped dildo into the other woman and strapped it around her legs to hold it in place. Kat squirmed slightly in my lap as she watched.

When the woman was done with that, she selected a small anal vibrator, allowing the girl on the bench to explain why it was her favorite before pushing it slowly into the tight ring of muscle at her backside.

Kat cringed a little at this and I chuckled. Yeah, it always did look intimidating. “You okay?” I asked. Kat nodded, and we returned our attention to the entertainment.

When the submissive salesgirl was stuffed full, they began a spanking demonstration. Kat slid from my lap and curled herself around my feet again. We sat that way in my house a lot, when we would talk, and it was obvious that she felt secure that way. I let her do it, closing my legs around her to give her as much of a sense of security as I could.

A few other spectators had entered the room as the girls worked their way through paddles. Among them was the couple that had drawn Kat’s attention earlier. The
D
omme led her sub into the room by a leash. He knelt on the floor in front of her, his back to the room, as she stood to watch the demonstration.

The demonstration didn’t worry me. The girls were going easy on each other, and it was more playful than anything. Even when they moved up to floggers, the submissive’s ass was barely pink. It was more to show off the toys than actual play. The
D
omme beside me, however, worried me a little. Her submissive was a good-sized guy and I was willing to bet that she could be wicked with a whip. I wasn’t sure that Kat was ready to see that.

Kat turned her face up to me again, and I leaned down to listen.

“Do you have those?” she asked.

I looked up. I had been lost in my own thoughts and not paying attention. The girl had a long black leather flogger in her hand. She raised her arm and expertly brought it down across her partner’s thighs. The girl shifted slightly on the bench. She felt that one.

“A flogger?” I asked.

Kat nodded.

“Yes,” I answered. “I have a couple of them. Why? You like the look of that?”

Kat blushed and shrugged. I normally wouldn’t let her get away with that, but it was pretty clear to me that she was still uncomfortable in a crowd. I reminded myself that this was still new to her and let it go. I also made a mental note to introduce her to my floggers.

The salesgirl produced a four
foot single-tail next, and I took that as our cue to leave. I drew the line on punishment right around there. I usually worked with girls who were inexperienced and single-tails were too hardcore.

There
was a fine line between allowing a submissive to witness and experience the full range of what this lifestyle ha
s
to offer and putting things into her head that were not helpful. She was only eighteen—legal, yes—but still impressionable.

“Come on,” I said, gently unwrapping her from my leg and leading her by the hand.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

I shot her a disapproving glare, but didn’t answer. I gave the girls a smile as we left, trying to communicate that they hadn’t done anything wrong to cause our leaving. They didn’t seem to be offended.

We ran into Susan in the kitchen as I led Kat away. “Cody, Kat, so good to see you. Can I get you something to drink?”

“I’m fine, thanks. Katlyn?”

“I’m okay too. Thank you though. And thanks for inviting us.”

“Of course,” she answered. “What do you think so far?”

I let Kat answer on her own and the two of them made polite small talk for a while. When Susan turned her attention to another guest, Kat turned back to me.

“Why did you make me leave?” she asked.

“There are some things that I don’t think you’re ready for, Kat. This is a pretty tame party, but not all couples are as gentle as Susan and Gage or you and me. As your
D
om it is my right to shield you from anything that I don’t want you to see. If you want to try a little flogging, or a harder form of spanking, I’ll be happy to introduce you to that, but you’re not ready for the stuff that they were moving on to.”

“You don’t think that I should get a say in this?”

I smirked. “No. I don’t.” She huffed a little and turned around, but then she realized she had nowhere to go. “Come on, let’s see what the other two are doing in the living room.”

The party was fascinating. I was a little ticked off that Cody was apparently trying to shelter me from everything, but I knew him well enough to trust that he probably had good reasons. Still, I was curious.

I thought back to the checklist that he had given me at the very beginning of our relationship, and I was pretty sure that the very thing he had just sheltered me from was on the list. It was listed as “Whips (Single-Tail)” and I had checked it “Willing to Try” as I had just about everything on the list. I had seen a picture of one on the Internet. It didn’t look that bad. Of course, I’d never actually seen one in action. Maybe it was worse than I thought. Maybe a lot of the checklist was worse than I thought. He’d been so surprised at how adventurous I was—maybe I didn’t get it.

“You look lost in thought,” he said, breaking me out of my musing.

“I’m just thinking about your checklist. I’m wondering what else on that list you think I’m not ready to see.”

“Don’t you dare take that defensive tone with me,” he said quietly but sternly. “I make the decisions about what is best for you when we are together.”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I whispered. I was sorry, but I was also confused. “But, why bring me here to expose me to the rest of the lifestyle and then not let me see any of it?”

“I am letting you see it, Kat.” Cody stopped speaking as a couple walked past us. We were awkwardly filling the space between the kitchen and living room. It wasn’t the best place for a conversation.

Cody led me in the opposite direction of where we had been heading, back through the kitchen, and out to the small wooden deck that overlooked the wooded backyard. It was thankfully vacant.

“Sit with me,” Cody commanded. I sat beside him on the picnic table.

“I did not bring you here to frustrate you, Katlyn. Some of these couples have been together for years, possibly decades. They did not learn these things in one day. To learn the full extent of the things done in the S&M world could take years, and they
are
always coming up with new ones: new toys, new whips, new restraint systems
,
and that’s only the tip of the iceberg. I have no doubt that you’ll witness or experience most of it at some point in your life, but for tonight, I am making an executive decision on your behalf because I know what it looks like and you don’t.”

“But you let me look it up on the Internet. You gave me a checklist that outlined about a million things that I didn’t know existed,” I protested.

“Yes, and I want you to know that they exist, but I also want you to trust me when I tell you that you are not ready for them.”

I closed my eyes and dropped my head back against his shoulder. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer.

“I’ll be honest with you. If it was just the two girls giving the demonstration I might have let you stay. She wasn’t hitting very hard, and she seemed to have fairly expert knowledge of what she was doing. However, I can count the
D
oms that I know or have ever known that I would trust with a single-tail on two fingers.”

My eyes widened slightly. I was very surprised at that. “Why’s that?”

“Because they aren’t really toys, Katlyn. Even in the hands of an expert they are very dangerous. Some people use Ta
s
ers or even waterboarding for play too, but I’m not going to recommend that you be electrocuted or drowned just so you know what it feels like.”

“It’s not the same thing,” I argued.

“It is the same thing, Katlyn. I’m not saying ‘
N
o
.
’ I’m saying ‘
N
ot right now
.
’ When you have experienced floggers, and understand better where your personal pain threshold lies, we’ll talk about some of the harder stuff. What we are doing is hard enough for now.”