I'd attended the dungeon parties there before many times. In fact, Lara used to take me there when I was in training to be a Dom, and so I was familiar with the owner and his milieu.
The atmosphere upstairs in the large living room was relaxed with guests arriving and getting drinks and appetizers before going down the stairs to the basement dungeon. The participants were older, in their forties and fifties with the exception of Lara and me and a few subs who had been invited to learn more about the lifestyle. Lara was there to demonstrate her skills as a Domme, and I was there to test drive the two submissives she had chosen for me. There were a few singles there to participate in any scenes that were open, but most of the people were married and into BDSM as part of their sex life.
The dungeon itself was painted black and red, with red leather benches, a large St. Andrew’s Cross, several fuck machines of various design and bondage benches. Every kind of flogger and riding crop, spreader bars and restraints lined one wall, for participants to use at their leisure. There was a sex swing in one corner and someone was already inside it getting fucked very loudly when we arrived.
I watched the two subs with us to gauge their response to the scenes. I wouldn’t be their first Dominant, but I would be one of their first. They were very new to the scene and excited to be at a play party.
The bolder of the two, Chessie wanted to use the sex swing, while Jenna wanted to take part in a bondage scene, with me tying her up and demonstrating various safety issues and rope techniques. She stayed close to me, always a bit behind me, her nervousness obvious by her wide eyes and reluctance to move too far from my side. I petted her as she stood beside me, my hand on her bare back to encourage her to move closer to the scene taking place in the corner of the room so she could watch.
Lara met one of her favorite male subs, a young law clerk with blond hair and a six-pack impressive enough to make every man in the dungeon envious. She immediately became involved in a scene with him, tying him up, attaching his testicles to a cock and ball stockade. Then, she took a riding crop and began to run it over his ass and thighs in a prelude to a good cropping.
The image of her topping her submissive brought me back to my own time with her and the strange and challenging weeks when I submitted to her so I could learn the ropes of being a Dom.
Lara took me under her wing when I was at my lowest, in the weeks after Maureen and I split. I had taken a leave from NYP and was doing little else but spending time at the apartment, playing my guitar and occasionally, jamming with the band.
We ran into each other on the street near the café we used to go to as students, and when she saw me, she frowned and put an arm around me.
"What is wrong with you?" she said, squeezing my shoulder, her voice concerned. "You look like crap, and that's saying something. You're a mess. You haven't shaved, your hair is greasy, and your clothes…" She looked me up and down, shaking her head.
I told her what happened – how Maureen had accused me of being a psycho for wanting to try bondage, and how she had finally left, obtaining a temporary restraining order so I wouldn't contact her, filing assault charges because I'd tried to stop her from leaving that fateful night.
I had no surgeries booked due to the mess I was in.
"You're a Dom, Drake," Lara said, as if diagnosing me. "You want control during sex. You also have a bondage kink. You need to get your head on straight, learn the rules and get your life together."
I said nothing, certain she was right.
"What do I do?"
She smiled. "Let me teach you how. There are rules, there are skills, and there are techniques. You become my submissive and I'll teach you."
"I'm not submissive," I said, frowning. "I don't like pain."
"You need to understand what it means to have total control over someone else. You don’t just tie someone up and think everything's going to be OK. Let me show you how you introduce a new sub to BDSM. I'll explain everything and you can learn how."
At that point, I was looking for anything to move forward and so it was a no-brainer. I trusted her. She helped me find out who and what I really was. I have no doubt about it.
The first time we did a scene was at that very dungeon, in that actual room, and although we did nothing more than have sex in public, with me restrained, it was my initiation into the real world of kink. That first night, I was a reluctant sub, not really sure I wanted to be restrained or to have sex in front of complete strangers. But I turned myself over to Lara and let her lead me.
She made me wear a pair of pants made of exceptionally fine leather that molded to my body, showing every bulge and muscle. I was shirtless during our scene, barefoot. A leather-clad Lara wore a tight leather mini dress that pushed her ample breasts up into delicious mounds. She also wore thigh-high leather boots. Her long platinum blonde hair was pulled back into a smooth ponytail that reached the middle of her back.