Leather and Lace: Part 1 "Have Another Serving of BDSM Bondage" (BDSM Discoveries Series) (5 page)

"Where are going tonight anyway?"

"I am not sure. Lia said Charles had read about this place and she wanted to go there."

At dinner the conversation was all over the place, as usual. The trial dominated the first hour or so, with Mark and Charles making rude comments about the jurors, Judge and the client, and laughing uproariously. Lia and Diane stayed out of it mostly. They had learned a long time ago; when it came to the law, best to let the lawyers deal with it. They carried on a quiet conversation between themselves. It was a good time.

"Well, let's go."

Charles grabbed the check and stood from the table.

"What kind of place is this we are going to Chuck?"

"Not entirely sure, I read about it in one of those alternative papers they give away at the newsstand. It's supposed to be different, but fun. There should be dancing and stuff like that. We will go take a look around, and if it's not what we want to do, we will head back here for drinks. Ok?"

"Sounds fine with us."

Mark was agreeable and Diane had smiled her approval. Mark and Charles rode in the front and kept talking the law, while the girls chatted in the back seat on the way there.

"Look, I wore it!"

Diane whispered to Lia as she unbuttoned a couple of buttons of her dress to show Lia the red and black of her underwear.

"You're a naughty girl!"

They drove for what seemed like an hour. As they pulled up to the club, it was obvious this wasn't a public club. No thumping music bleeding into the street, no long line or velvet rope.

"Is it open?"

"Yeah, I called this afternoon and checked their hours and made reservations."

"Reservations? Should we have not eaten before we came?"

"No, this isn't a restaurant. It's just very exclusive."

"It had better be worth it. That was a long drive."

Mark stretched as he climbed from the car.

"I just wanted to be someplace new and not be known."

Charles went up to the door and knocked and the door opened into a foyer. He spoke to a very large man standing inside and the man opened an inner door. They walked in to the dimly lit room and were surprised by the size of the place. A huge dance floor with an equally large bar greeted them. There were people scattered throughout the room, a few dancing, others sitting and talking, the music wasn't as overwhelming as it usually would be in a club this size. They could actually speak in a normal tone of voice.

"Wow, this place is huge"

"This isn't all of it either."

Diane was unsure what he meant, she wasn't sure if this place could be much bigger.

"If we get separated, don't worry about us, you can take a cab if we want to go either before or after you do."

Charles told them, and he and Lia wandered off into the dimness of the room. Mark and Diane got drinks, and took up residence at a table near the dance floor. They danced and talked for an hour.

"I expected this place to be much busier!"

 "So did I. I have seen a lot of people passing around the room, but it seems like I am not seeing any of the same people twice. Let's wander around and see what else is here."

"Ok."

Diane stood and followed him. She seized the opportunity to give Mark a little pinch on the butt as he walked in front of her. He jumped a little and smiled back at her.

They worked their way around the perimeter of the room, and noticed some folks dancing, others talking and a few making out in the booths. Diane was surprised at their openness. Mark walked up to a large bouncer-type fellow in front of a door and before he could speak to him the guy stepped forward and asked to see his pass.

"What pass?"

"The pass to go beyond this point, of course, go to the bar, the bartender will fix you up."

At the bar a middle-aged man was standing there, pouring beers for a waitress. He looked up from his work and caught Marks eye.

"You want a pass?"

Not wanting to appear unknowing Mark just nodded. The bartender grabbed a ledger-type pad and asked their names and ages. He wrote them down and handed Mark and Diane a pink card.

"Give that to the guy at the door and he will let you in. Have fun."

He added as if he had said it a thousand times before. Mark looked at Diane as they walked toward the door. She shrugged, he shrugged and they continued forward.

The bruiser at the door was much nicer when they returned with the proper pass.

"Is this your first time here?"

"Yes."

Mark responded in a forceful voice.

"Ok, the rules are common sense stuff. We close at 5am. And you can come and go as you please until then. My name is Steve, I will be here all night if you need anything."

With that, he opened the door and ushered them inside.

 Diane wasn't sure what to expect when they walked in, but she wasn't expecting what she saw. On the other side of the door was another club. It looked much like the other room, just not as big a dance floor, and a lot more people. There was a bar, and people all around. The biggest difference she noticed right away was many of them weren't dressed. Diane looked about and noticed a sign on the backside of the door.

"This side is clothing optional, the other side is not. Please be dressed if you leave for any reason. The Management". 

Mark hadn't noticed it.

"Steve, what's so special about this half?"

Diane pointed out the sign to him.

"Oh, ok, this could be interesting."

Mark and Diane walked over to the bar and ordered drinks. The bartender, a busty woman in her twenties made a remark about them being over dressed and they must be new as she handed them their drinks. She motioned for a waitress to come over and said Missy would show them the ropes if they liked. Mark tipped her and thanked her. Mark, Diane and Missy took a table not far from the bar and Missy went on to explain.

"This place is for discerning adults. Inhibitions should be checked at the door. The main room, where you are now is pretty calm, but if you want to experience more, all you need to do is walk down any of the halls and explore."

With that she got up and went back to work.

"Well, well, well. What has Chuck gotten us into here?"

 Diane was too busy looking around to really respond. She saw people of all colors and creeds; people of all sizes and shapes. Some were dressed in what could only be described as fetish garb, others had on
period
costumes, some in leather, and others in nothing at all.

 A young lady wearing a collar came up to Mark walking on her hands and knees.

"My Master has told me to come and service you as a welcoming present. You are new here right?"

"Yes, and what do you mean by
service
?"

"I am to give you oral pleasure, as I was told."

The lady was sheepish in her response. Mark turned and looked at Diane, who was as taken aback as he was. They both looked around and spotted a man leaning against the bar, smiling at them both. He walked over and told the young lady to take her place at his side. He spoke to both of them in a thick Australian accent.

"You are new here. I just thought I would give you a proper welcome. I realize by the looks on your faces, it may have been premature. I am sorry if I offended you."

"No offense taken friend, it was just a little bit of a surprise."

"Good, I would hate to run someone off on their first night here. We will be here all night. If you decide you want a proper welcome just let me know. She is very good at
welcoming
people."

"Thank you Master." The man nodded to them as he led her away.

"Should we go?"

"No, this place is definitely interesting. Let's hang around a bit. See what we happens."

Diane had wicked smile.

Diane got a drink and they wandered around a little. The main room was flanked by two halls. Each had several rooms off of the main corridor and ended in a larger round room. Some doors were closed but others were open. Diane saw what could only be described as a cornucopia of sex. There were people in each room engaged in every variety of sexual act she had seen, heard of or could imagine.  They watched wide eyed each time they glanced in a new room. There was a lot of…fetish, going on. One room had a variety of bondage equipment and a variety of people being bound. Another room had the largest baby crib Diane had ever seen and it contained a large man in a diaper. Diane smiled at Mark. He almost laughed. They made their way back to the main room. Mark got refills for their drinks and they took a seat in one of the many booths.

"Well, you don't see that everyday."

Mark slid in beside her.

"What, a baby crib as large as a station wagon?"

"No, a federal judge dressed in a diaper, in a crib as large as a station wagon." 

"Well, I don't think you have to worry about anyone saying anything even if they did recognize you here. Apparently discretion is paramount."

Diane sipped at her drink, Mark downed his.

"Well, I think it will be interesting to see his expression the next time I'm in his courtroom."

They say and watched as people milled about. They listened to the sounds of someone being
welcomed
in the next booth. They didn't speak much, there was too much to take in. They sat for a half hour in near silence.

"I'm going to find a bathroom. Would you like to escort me?"

Diane stood and Mark followed suit.

"Yeah, I'd better. Who knows what kind of trouble you could get into in a place like this walking around this place by yourself?"

She took his arm and they asked the bartender. He pointed down the right hall and said the restrooms were clearly marked. Diane found the women's room and Mark said he was going to do the same and retreated into the room next door. Once done with her business Diane stood washing her hands and checking her look in the mirror when she noticed a stall door marked
Surprises
. She looked at the door for a moment. It opened and a young woman walked out, washed her hands, straightened her hair and left the room, Diane lingered for a long time, looking at the door.

Diane's curiosity eventually got the better of her. She opened the stall and stepped inside. She wasn't sure what to expect, but it wasn't to walk into an empty stall. It was completely empty. There was no toilet or anything else, just capped plumbing and a couple of holes where pipes had once run. She turned completely around and examined the whole space. She saw a note scrawled on the back wall. She bent to read it.

"Knock on the wall and get your surprise."

Diane paused and checked around to see if anyone was in the stall with her somehow. She tentatively knocked gently on the wall. Nothing happened, at least not immediately. She was about to turn around and leave, feeling she had fallen for some unusual joke, when Diane got her surprise. She watched as a large, hard penis started extending from the hole. Diane watched as it seemed to go on forever. By the time it stopped coming at her there must have been nine inches of man hanging out of the simple hole. Diane reached out and touched it as if it might bite her and felt it twitch under her fingers. She backed a step and just stared in wonder. Diane giggled and opened the stall door. Another young woman was standing there. She had been staring through the gap between the door and the wall of the stall.  Diane didn't know what to say, but she stood aside as the woman stepped past her. Diane watched as she dropped to her knees and began taking it into her mouth. Diane stood and watched in blushing amazement as the young lady performed flawlessly until it gushed forth its sticky prize. Diane left hurriedly and stopped in the hall. Mark was leaning against the wall watching into an adjacent room as two lovely women intertwined and loved each other while a man sat in the corner pleasuring himself.

"I was beginning to think you got lost."

Diane pushed him down the hall a little and whispered about what she had just seen. Mark said he had seen the matching stall on the other side of the wall but had not been quite as curious as she had been.

"I dare you to go back in there and wait for my knock."

Mark paused a moment before agreeing. Diane watched as he went back in the room and she did the same.

Diane walked to the stall. It was occupied. She peeked though the gap to see her friend Lia standing there looking as confused as she had been minutes earlier.  Lia must have come in after she left. Diane watched as Lia turned and spotted the note on the wall. Just as she had done, she rapped on the wall. Diane almost giggled aloud when she saw Mark's hard erection come sneaking through the hole. Diane knew it was Mark by a small mole on the edge of the engorged head. Lia did not react the same as she had to the sight before her. Lia slowly got on her knees and took Mark into her mouth. She pulled and sucked. Lia rubbed and played. Diane found it unbelievably exciting seeing Lia pleasure what she knew was her husband. She continued to work him over until she finally pulled back and Diane saw Mark's spent member fall from her lips. Lia wiped her lips and stood up. Diane stepped quietly into the next stall before Lia turned and came out. Diane watched as Lia washed up, straightened her skirt and walked out. Diane waited a minute and walked out as if nothing had happened. Diane waited outside the men's room until Mark came out with a broad smile on his face. She just smiled back and they went back to the main room. They spotted Charles and Lia standing at the bar.

To be continued in the next installment...