The Denim Dom

Chapter Seven

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?”

“Kaden. Leah’s first husband and Seth’s best friend.” He gave her a strained smile. “Long and sad story. Not one for tonight.”

Another crack caught her attention. Sully had landed another strike between Mac’s shoulders. Not every strike made a sound. She suspected he only did it to startle Mac and get his attention. But every lash made Mac jump, his hips wildly trying to thrust against what Clarisse was doing with her hands while still trying to obey Sully’s order.

“Depending on how you strike and what kind of fall is on the whip,” Tony said, “you can tickle someone or cut them to the bone.”

That little tidbit quelled her throbbing clit. “Yikes.”

He tipped his head toward Sully. “He’s good. Really good. I wish he’d teach classes on whip technique.”

“Why doesn’t he?”

He shrugged. “He just doesn’t have any interest in it. But as you can see, when they play they draw a crowd.” She glanced around and realized over half the club patrons had gathered to watch the trio.

“Does everyone here play?”

“Not usually. A lot of people only come out to watch and meet with their friends.”

“Why would they come here then? Why not get together somewhere else?”

He shrugged. “Why not? If people didn’t want to be watched, they could do this stuff in their living room or bedroom. I’m not saying everyone who plays is an exhibitionist or anything. Some people don’t have access to equipment like this at home, so they scene here or at a party. Or they have kids or other family at home and don’t have the privacy to play there. Some like to scene and don’t care who watches. Some like to be watched. Some people only do certain kinds of scenes in public and leave the rest for at home. And the voyeurs get their fix by watching.”

Tony watched Shayla’s face as the scene played out before them. He didn’t know if she was fascinated or horrified by what she saw.

Or perhaps a mixture of both.

The scene ended when Sully began a crescendo of whip strikes along Mac’s ass before yelling, “Come!”

Mac’s body went rigid as Clarisse stroked him to completion. After a moment, he went limp in his restraints and looked like he could barely hold himself up. Clarisse used a paper towel to remove the condom and wipe him up before snapping the jock back in place. Sully brought Mac down and, with Clarisse’s help, led him over to a quiet corner where Clarisse first put down the pillow and a blanket before helping Mac to the floor. He curled up with his head in her lap while Sully went to pick up their toys and clean the station.

“Want something to drink?” he asked Shayla.

He noticed her blinking, as if confused, before turning her focus to him. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Water? Tea? Coffee? They usually have sodas, too.”

“Oh. Water’s fine, thanks.”

He led her over to the buffet area and fished a bottle of water out of a cooler. He twisted the cap loose before handing it to her.

“Thanks.” As she took a swig, she looked pensive.

“Thoughts?”

“I’m just trying to figure out how to conduct an interview with them after what I just saw.”

“So how are you liking the rabbit hole, Alice?”

She let out a soft laugh. “It’s nothing like what I thought it’d be.”

“What’d you think it would be like?”

A dark look flitted across her features for a moment. Grief, perhaps? Maybe anger? He didn’t know, but part of him really wanted to find out even though he suspected tonight wasn’t the right time for that kind of in-depth discussion with her.

“I really don’t know,” she finally answered. “I mean, yes, everything fits perfectly with what Ross and Loren talked about the other night.”

She took another drink from her bottle. He suspected it was to give herself a moment to think. Then she looked up at him, and he realized she was the perfect height. She could wear stilettos and still be shorter than him.

He’d swear deeply ingrained pain flared in her hazel eyes. “I’m thinking there are some questions I’ll probably never get answers to.”

Tread lightly, Daniels. “I can’t speak for anyone else, but I’m happy to try to answer anything I can.”

Her gaze dropped to the floor. “I think no one here can answer those questions for me.”

He studied her but suspected she wouldn’t elaborate. Not tonight, at least, and perhaps never, unless he developed a deeper relationship with her.

He also suspected the answers she sought were a key to the reason she tried to wall herself off from others.

And maybe even tied to the fact that she was single, considering her abrupt relocation from Ohio to Florida.

Shayla tried to stay objective as she watched other scenes unfold. As Tony predicted, Landry did scene with Cris. It was a hard and heavy scene completely unlike the way Landry had topped Valerie. And she found it every bit as sexy as the scene between Sully and Mac earlier.

The brute force, the clear sadism in Landry’s movements, the way Cris responded to him, all of it mixed together to take her breath away and wish she could experience some of that herself.

Ross then scened with Loren, a sensual scene that ended with a round of forced orgasms for Loren and left Shayla’s panties damp just from watching them. Seth scened with Leah, a mix of pain and pleasure different yet from what she’d witnessed.

Part of Shayla’s brain recoiled at what she saw, the impact play, tears, marks and welts and actions that looked completely contradictory to what made up loving, caring relationships.

Tilly scened with a man who, it turned out, was a former client of hers. She was sadistic, every bit as brutal with him as Landry had been with Cris. And yet even Shayla could sense the way Tilly seemed to read the man’s body language, how she raised and lowered the intensity throughout the scene until she finally ended it after what Tony called a warm-down.

And despite the man being in tears and obvious pain a few minutes earlier, he was left smiling and even gave Tilly a friendly hug and kiss on the cheek when he recovered.

That was the part Shayla found difficult to reconcile. The contradiction of the bottom appreciating what the Top did for them.

Landry’s third scene of the night—Tilly. As Tony had predicted, the tender, loving hubby came out. Less impact play than with Valerie, but a lot more sensual sensation play.

And far more forced orgasms.

By the time he finished with her, Tilly was a limp puddle who could barely stand. He wrapped a blanket around her and carried her over to one of the couches where he sat with her while Cris cleaned up the bench and put away their implements.

Part of her envied the women—and a few men—being topped. She knew they had a trust in their Dominant that she didn’t have. She felt a sensual, visceral emotion she didn’t know how to label, and watching the scenes that ended in orgasm for the bottom wasn’t a hardship, for sure.

She didn’t know if she’d ever again have the trust they had in their Tops with anyone. Not after what she’d been through.

Sully approached her and Tony a little after midnight. “Did you want to sit down and talk?” Sully asked her.

“Oh, yes. Please. If you don’t mind.”

“No, we don’t mind. We’ll be leaving soon, and Mac’s feeling up to talking again.”

Shayla was glad Tony trailed along behind without her having to ask as Sully led her to the sofa area where Clarisse was curled up in Mac’s lap. Mac had gotten dressed again. Except for the leather collar buckled around his neck, and the cuffs around his wrists, he looked like any other guy. He wore jeans and a black, short-sleeved collared knit shirt.

She pulled her notebook and pen out of her purse. “I honestly don’t even know where to begin,” she admitted. “I’m pretty brain-fried at this point.”

Sully smiled. “I can give you our contact info,” he said. “We can always do a phone interview, or by e-mail.”

She handed over the notebook and pen. “That would be great, thanks.”

Clarisse smiled at her from Mac’s lap. “It’s a lot to take in at first.”

“Everyone keeps telling me that. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.”

“Don’t worry,” Clarisse assured her. “The more you see, the more it makes sense. No two dynamics are the same.” She looked up at Mac. “It took me a while watching my guys doing their thing together before I could accept it wasn’t abusive.”

Mac smiled at her. “We wore you down.”

“Not exactly,” Sully said as he handed back the notebook. “Clarisse’s ex was…let’s just say he was a piece of work. After she came to live with us and watched our dynamic, and saw that Mac willingly stayed with me and that it wasn’t all about the Master and slave stuff, she was able to accept what she saw.”

Shayla looked at the information he’d written down to make sure she could read it. “Isn’t it a lot of work living with all those rules?”

The three of them burst out laughing. “There aren’t as many rules as you might think,” Mac said.

“I have too much to do,” Sully added, “to micromanage them. They know how I like things to be done, and they do them. Real life always takes priority. Anyone who thinks an absolutely strict twenty-four-seven dynamic is practical or doable has obviously never tried it, or they’re so rich they can spend their time doing nothing but BDSM.”

“I don’t mean to be insulting,” Shayla warned, directing her question at Clarisse, “but do you get sick of him bossing you around?”

She shrugged. “No, because it’s not like that. He’s my husband. They both are. He has to work. Mac and I run the boat and have stuff to do with that. We’re like any other relationship. We have boundaries and roles and responsibilities.” She sat up and looked like she was thinking how to phrase her next statement. “I love making them happy. Isn’t that the ultimate goal of any relationship? To make your partner happy? I mean, it is for me. As long as there is a mutual give-and-take,” she added.

“For me,” Clarisse continued, “making these two guys happy makes me happy. That’s what it boils down to. I love them. We have a great life together. I trust them. I know if something’s wrong I can speak up and tell them, and together we’ll take care of fixing it. And it’s the same for them.”

Shayla studied her notebook as she jotted down a few things. Her mind reeled. Back to the issue of trust.

How can I write about trust when I can’t even feel it myself? When I don’t know if I’ll ever feel it again? “That must be scary, though. Putting yourself out there like that.”

“It can be,” Clarisse agreed. “And that’s part of the fun. Part of the thrill. I know they’ll both push me to try things I might be scared to try, but I also know they’ll never cross my hard limits. It’s freeing to just let go and trust them and experience things.”

“I never thought I’d hear slavery described as freedom,” Shayla said.

“It’s one of the most freeing feelings in the world,” Mac responded.