BDSM 🌶

Before I could answer Jen jumps behind me to give me a little push, “She will go, she’s just shy. She’s been out of the game for 2 years!”.

“Oh my god Jen!”, I loudly whispered as she smiled at me and motioned for me to enjoy it.

I could feel Adrian’s gaze getting hotter as if I could feel his rage that another man again put his hands on me. Well, he is not going to like what was about to happen then, I had a feeling I was about to become a sexual display. He didn’t dress like this to buy me a drink at the bar, he was dressed to whip and torment me with pleasure.

The man still looking at me spoke into the microphone, “Who wants to see this pretty thing make her way onto the stage?”.

The whole bar was cheering, except Adrian.

“Ready for this babe?”, he whispered to me.

“I think so?”, I said unsure.

“Just relax and enjoy yourself.”, he smiled before picking me up.

He picked me up and threw my body over his shoulder. His strong arms looked effortless as my body rested on him. I looked around the bar trying to find Adrian and I spotted him on the back side of the bar. In the corner with a full-face mask on, I could tell the heat was radiating from him.

I felt like I was being put on display as he sat me in the chair with my back to the bar. The stage was 2 feet off the ground in the center of the bar. All eyes were on the three of us sitting in the chairs. My mind racing with what was about to happen as they walked off.

Cue in the dim lights and sexual music, as they brought out trays of different fruit dipped in chocolate. He walked toward me with sex in his eyes with the tray in one hand. He used his free hand to grab the back of my chair to straddle me. He grinned up and down my body while balancing the tray of fruit. I couldn’t even focus on the other two on the stage with me.

His abs were glistening with the light bouncing off the oil-soaked skin. He had a man bun of blond hair, a clean shaved face, no tattoos, but a body I wouldn’t mind putting my hands all over. He sat the tray on my lap and tied my hands above my head and attached it to a chain that dropped from the ceiling. Well hello BDSM night.

As I sat there hanging from the ceiling, he fed me fruit from his mouth as he traced it over my body. He would put a strawberry in his mouth and start at my knees tracing a line of chocolate up my thigh and then across my exposed breasts and neck.

Once he had a line of chocolate crème all over my body, he let me bite each strawberry in half. Just as if that wasn’t enough, he used his thick tongue to lick all the syrup off me. I swear Adrian’s gaze was about to burn this building down, but it quickly faded. He must have left.

After the chocolate was all licked up one of the women picked up the microphone, “Now that the foreplay is out of the way, let's see how horny we can get all of you!”.

The crowd cheered and loud whistles filled the air. I tried looking around to see Adrian’s reaction, but I couldn’t see him. I saw Jen fanning herself. I read her lips- I wish that were me. It’s so hot to watch! Super jelly.

“Okay, now let’s introduce our fine volunteers.”, the woman said as she walked the mic around to the three of us sitting in the chairs.

“I am Candice, married, hot wife.”, the woman said.

“I am Brad, married, polyamorous.”, the man said.

Then it was my turn.

“I am Leah, single, here for new experiences.”, I wasn’t sure what else to say.

“Alrighty people here we have it, three sexy volunteers to have our way with. Before we start, we need to come up with a safe word.”, she said as she pointed the mic at the crowd.

“Pineapple! Red! Vanilla! Banana! Orange! Unicorn!”, everyone yelled out.

“Ooo such good choices.”, she said almost moaning.

“Leah since this is your first experience, you get to pick.”, she put me on the spot as she put the mic in my face.

“Umm I guess Red.”, I was unsure what each meant. I am sure they had other meanings.

“There we have it. The safe word is Red. If at any moment you have had enough, just say Red, and your Rigger will stop. I need verbal acceptance. Say Red if you are ready.”, she walked the mic to each of us.

“Red.”, said Candice.

“Red.”, said Brad.

“Red.”, I said.

Once she set the mic down, I didn’t have time to pay attention to the other two. My Rigger grabbed me by the waist and stood me up. Still attached to the chain above, he removed my chair and grabbed some rope. It looked soft like nylon and was a deep red color.

He took the rope and began to tie me up. He unhooked me from above to change the positions of my arms. Instead of being tied above me they were tied behind me and secured that the wrists. It was tight, but not painful. And then he lowered the ceiling chain to attach my wrists to it.

I was bent forward with a flat back now and he tied another rope around my arms right above my elbows before he lifted the chain. I was now securely tied in the bent forward position with my arms in the air. I couldn’t move anything, but my feet in this strappado position.

Another rope was tied around my chest and back a few times to create a harness. It put pressure on my chest, but mainly for looks to showcase my breasts. He also wrapped another rope around my waist that went between my legs and up my butt. This created a rope thong; he called it a crotchrope.

He was so gentle with me and explained everything while he was doing it. He finished wrapping the rope around each of my ankles creating cuffs. I looked at the other two in different positions, one on the floor and the other suspended from the ceiling. I was happy I was standing.

Just when I thought the display was over, he brought out a long metal bar. He walked up behind me, grabbed my waist pressed his hips into my butt, and used his feet to kick my legs apart. Then I felt him place the bar between my ankles and secure it with a clip. I was on display in what he called a Tiptoe Crotch Rope Spreader Bar Strappado.

When we were all three tied, they stepped back to admire their work that titillated the guests. Each Rigger explained their bondage position and the different forms of pleasure that can come with the position.

My position was good for being on display to cause arousal and for rear penetration. My legs were spread for easy access and my ass was on display. I was secure in a position that would let my partner control the pain and pleasure, hence the safe word.

After their bondage display, we were all untied and helped off the stage. It was super arousing. I could feel myself getting wet while being tied. I needed a few minutes to compose myself I told Jen that I was going to the lady’s room and set out to find it.

I walked around for about 5 minutes before I walked up to a red door that I thought was the restroom. I opened the door to walk in and was taken aback. I immediately closed the door and walked as fast as I could around the corner to catch my breath.

What did I just witness? I decided to go back to find Jen at the bar, but as I rounded the corner to pass the red door I was grabbed and pinned against the wall.

It was him, Adrian. I could smell that same GQ scent he wore on the plane. I didn’t hesitate to ask, “What are you doing? Why are you toying with me?”.

“Did you like being tied up in front of everyone?”, he sounded aroused.

“That’s not an answer Adrian!”, I spat.

“You know why I am here. If you don’t want this all you have to do is say no and I will stop.”, there was that phrase again.

“And what exactly am I agreeing to if I stay silent?”, I had to play dumb.

“That room you just ran out of… I am going to take you in there and do whatever I want with you. I told you that I will punish you if another man puts his hands on you. I came to collect.”, there was that dominant and possessive tone.

I let out a sexual whimper at the thought of what was about to happen. Was I ready? I will never see him again, so I didn’t say no this time. I didn’t have time to speak again before he picked me up and carried me into the red room.