The Denim Dom (Siren Publishing Sensations) (11 page)

“Now Tilly, when she’s in her Domme mode, watch out. She’s pretty sadistic herself. On the other hand she’s not a masochist, but she will sometimes switch with Landry and let him top her. When Landry plays with her, which they don’t do a lot of in public, you’ll see a completely different side of Landry. The tender Dominant topping his wife with a lot of sensual and sensation play as opposed to sadism.”

“I guess that’s a good thing for Valerie’s sake if she’s going to play with him, huh?”

Tony nodded. “Landry is one of those people who enjoys being a service Top. He won’t play with everyone, but he can play with someone with far less of an emotional or mental connection than some Tops can. He’ll also play with men or women.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you a service Top?”

“Not really. I prefer a much deeper connection with a person. If I’m not in a dynamic with someone or know them very well, the first couple of times I play with them I’m really holding back and making sure I’m not going too far.”

“I thought Doms liked to push their subs.”

“True, but if someone is just bottoming to me and they’re not my submissive, I don’t feel I have a right to push them unless they’ve specifically told me what they want done.”

“That’s confusing. I thought you said the Dominants made the rules.”

He laughed. “Welcome to the irony inherent in the lifestyle.”

More people began playing. With Tony as her personal guide, Shayla got to witness impact play of various styles and severities, wax play, a violet wand session, knife play, fire play, and forced orgasm play.

And that was within the first hour.

When Landry began playing with Valerie, Tony led Shayla to a vantage point near the spanking bench Landry had bound Valerie to with rope. They stopped a respectable distance away, along the fringes with other observers, to watch the play.

He leaned in, his breath warm in her ear. “Watch how he plays with her, and then compare that later to how he plays with Cris.”

“How do you know he’ll play with Cris later?”

“He made him dress out.” He tipped his head toward where the other man now knelt on the far side of the spanking bench. He’d changed and now wore a leather collar and cuffs, as well as a leather jock. And nothing else.

Shayla glanced around and found Leah, Clarisse, Tilly, and Loren talking with another woman Shayla hadn’t met yet. She returned her attention to the scene before her where Landry was running his hands up and down Valerie’s back. She was naked, except for a black thong, and had a towel under her.

Shayla tilted her head toward Tony again so she could whisper and be heard. “That would make me jealous.”

“What?”

“That. I don’t think I could let my husband do that to another woman.”

“You have to remember, Tilly was a pro Domme for several years. And she doesn’t let Landry just play with any woman. She has to know the woman, or the woman has to be known and approved of by one of her close friends. Tilly still tops other men, too. Sometimes she co-tops them with Landry.”

A loud
smack
broke over the music as Landry slapped both of Valerie’s ass cheeks at the same time, leaving red handprints on her flesh. Valerie let out a squeal and struggled against the ropes binding her to the padded wooden bench, but Landry had securely tied her. He continued spanking her with his bare hands as the woman twisted and struggled and cried out.

Just when Shayla thought the woman appeared at the end of her endurance, Landry stopped and grabbed a handful of Valerie’s hair. He yanked her head up and back, looking into her eyes.

“Are you coding?” he demanded.

Despite the tight grip on her hair, she shook her head. “No, Sir!”

“Where are you?”

“Green!” she gasped.

“Good girl.” An evil smile filled his face as he released her hair and went back to spanking her with his bare hands.

After a few minutes of that, he bent over a toybag, a black rolling suitcase much like Tony’s, which lay open on the floor. He removed two leather floggers and started rhythmically working his way up and down her shoulders, back, ass, and legs with them.

Tony leaned in again. “Those give a thuddy sensation, but they’re made out of very soft suede. Unless you poke the bottom in the eye with a handle or a fall, or snag a piercing with them, you can’t hurt someone with them.”

Shayla only had pierced ears, but she winced at the mental picture that invoked. “Yowch.”

“Yeah. I once saw a guy lose a nipple piercing to a singletail that wrapped around him from behind.”

Landry continued as Valerie squirmed on the bench under his attention. From the look on her face, it was obvious she enjoyed it.

After a few minutes of that, he returned to the toybag and swapped out the floggers for a riding crop. Valerie froze when he placed it across her ass, obviously letting her feel what was in his hand.

Landry drew back his arm and a
thhwip
preceded the strike to her ass. Valerie let out a shout of shock and pain. The welted imprint of the riding crop left clearly visible marks in her already reddened flesh.

“Color?” Landry barked.

“Green!” Valerie gasped.

He nodded and continued striking her, stopping every few strokes to smooth his hand across her ass, soothing her before continuing. Down the backs of her thighs, especially in the crease where her ass cheeks met her upper thighs, with new marks left by every stroke.

From there he switched back to a flogger, a different one than he’d used before. Shayla didn’t get a good look before he started swinging it, but Tony offered up helpful commentary.

“That’s a heavier flogger than the last time. The falls are braided leather. He’s not hitting her hard enough with it to do any damage, but that is an implement that could seriously injure someone if used the wrong way.”

Shayla smoothed her hands up and down her arms to soothe the ripples of gooseflesh. Valerie seemed to be enjoying it, however.

Then Landry stopped, hauling off and smacking her ass hard with his bare hand. “Hold still. I didn’t give you permission to rub yourself.”

Beside Shayla, Tony chuckled, even as they heard Valerie let out a disappointed moan. But she fell still on the bench.

“What was she doing?” Shayla asked.

“She was trying to get herself off. That’s why she looked like she was humping the thing.”

“Oh.” Shayla had thought she was just trying to reposition herself or wiggling to avoid the strikes.

Landry went back to the toybag to get something else and leaned in to speak with Cris. While Landry returned to Valerie with a wooden paddle, which he applied to her ass and upper thighs, Cris rummaged around in the toybag, apparently getting something ready for Landry. Shayla couldn’t see what he had in his hand when he finally stood and walked over to Landry, apparently waiting for some signal for him.

The paddle made a loud
crack
with each impact against her flesh. Valerie began sobbing, her fingers clenched around the ends of the padded bench. Each stroke Landry took sounded harder than the next. Shayla realized she was digging her own fingers into her upper arm as she uncomfortably watched the scene play out.

Then, when Shayla was sure the woman would have to code, Landry made a swap with Cris and stuck something between the woman’s legs.

“Come!”

Valerie let out a loud wail. Her back arched as far as the ropes would allow, her fingers and toes flexing and clenching.

That was when Shayla realized it was a vibrator in Landry’s hand.

Her throat suddenly felt dry as she watched Valerie writhing on the bench, in pleasure this time. When the bound woman tried to wiggle away from Landry’s hand, he placed his free hand on top of her lower back and held her down. “Come!” he ordered again.

She let out another wail that dissolved into more sobs of pleasure. After keeping her in that state for several minutes, he finally relented and pulled the vibrator away. He switched it off and handed it back to Cris.

Then Shayla got a better look at it and realized the top of it had what looked like a condom covering it.

Tony proved very perceptive. He leaned in again as Cris returned to the toybag and, with his back to them, started doing something. “The condom helps keep it cleaner. He’ll still wipe it down with alcohol and disinfectant wipes.”

Meanwhile, Landry stood next to the sobbing woman and stroked her back. After a couple of minutes, he looked over at Leah, who had been paying close attention toward the end of the scene. When he nodded to her, she hurried over and knelt in front of the woman and started talking to her while Landry began untying her. When they had her freed and sitting up on the bench, Landry draped a fleece throw around her and spoke to her too softly for anyone else to hear.

Valerie smiled and nodded, then gave him a kiss on the cheek. Landry and Leah helped her to her feet. Once insuring she was steady, Landry fully turned her over to Leah, who led her across the area to one of the couches, where they sat together.

As the observers dispersed, Landry walked over to Tilly, leaving Cris to clean up the bench and put away their toys

“Well?” Tony asked.

Shayla blinked. “Wow.”

He grinned. “Good wow?”

“Maybe. She’s going to have a sore ass tomorrow.”

He glanced over to where Leah and Valerie sat. “Likely. And that’s probably exactly what she’s hoping for.”

* * * *

The next big scene up for viewing was Sully and Mac. Mac, who wore more than Cris in that he had a leather hood in addition to a leather jock and his collar and cuffs, had been strung up on a bar suspended from chains. His feet were held far apart by a spreader bar connected to the cuffs at his ankles, and he stood with his arms stretched high above him by the restraints.

“What are those things on his hands?” she asked Tony. They looked more like mitts than they did regular cuffs.

“Suspension cuffs. They’re made especially for this kind of play, where the arms are over the head. You can’t bear weight with regular wrist cuffs because you risk causing damage to nerves and tendons. And you can never use handcuffs for suspension work. But with those, they have a built-in handle inside he can hold on to. I have a pair in my bag, but they’re made differently than that brand.”

“Oh.”

Sully had positioned Clarisse, who had changed into a short, black sundress and a leather collar, on a comfortable-looking pillow in front of Mac. Her pregnancy wasn’t far enough along yet for her to be showing.

Sully blindfolded Mac and put a ball gag in his mouth. Shayla wasn’t sure what Clarisse’s job was other than to offer moral support to the man. She stroked his legs while Sully began their scene. He started out with bare-handed slaps and pummeling Mac’s back and shoulders with his fists, which quickly progressed to other implements.

He used a riding crop before quickly switching to a paddle, followed by canes. When he paused and stepped close behind the other man he made a gesture to Clarisse. She reached up and unsnapped the front cup of Mac’s jock, exposing his cock.

Shayla’s eyes widened. Despite the beating he’d already taken, his cock was semi-stiff and definitely nothing to be ashamed of in terms of size.

Sully reached around Mac’s front and grabbed him by the throat, forcing his head back. They couldn’t hear Sully’s words, but whatever he said had an effect on the restrained man. His cock grew and stiffened, fully erect now.

Stepping back, Sully grabbed a whip and uncoiled it. The first strike made a loud
pop
in the air and to Mack’s left. He flinched, rattling the chains and metal bar he was affixed to, but didn’t struggle.

“He’s gauging his distance and giving Mac a little mindfuck,” Tony softly explained.

Sully took two more test strikes on either side of Mac before taking aim and beginning in earnest. The lash landed first between Mac’s shoulder blades.

And Clarisse leaned in, sheathing Mac’s cock with a condom before she began stroking it with her hands. Mac’s head drooped forward as his hips thrust in the air.

Sully landed a hit on Mac’s right ass cheek. “Don’t come until I tell you to!” Mac’s head popped up, his back arching at the pain from the strike.

“This club doesn’t allow penetration or oral sex because of zoning regs,” Tony explained. “But I’ve seen them at private parties where she goes down on him during this part of the scene. The condom keeps the mess to a minimum. I hear you signed up for my whip class next Saturday.”

She nodded, unable to take her eyes off the scene before her. “And the bondage class.” Clarisse appeared to be doing her best to get Mac off while Sully had clearly ordered him not to.

“Good. You’ll learn a lot in the bondage class. Seth and Leah teach that one. Kaden taught him well.” His melancholy tone of voice caught her attention and pulled it from the people they were watching. She noticed Tony wore a sad expression.

“Who?”