Except from The Dark Side of Pleasure

Denise followed and her mind was blown. This was more like she expected. The first thing she saw when she entered was a naked woman lying face down on a massage table. A fully clothed woman in loose fitting clothing stood over her holding a flogger. Denise watched as the woman struck her with the flogger over and over again. Each time the flogger struck, Denise heard a thud and the woman on the table moaned.

This would have blown Denise's mind all on her own, but it was not the only thing she saw in that room. In one corner of the room a sort of archway had been built. A man stood there facing the room, fully naked, his arms resting on either side of the arch. Behind him stood a woman, also naked, holding a riding crop in her hand. She smacked him with it several times on his back and ass. Denise blushed watching his hard cock twitch with each hit.

Fireopal turned to Denise and grinned at her reaction and moved over to some chairs set up in a corner where she was amazed to see several people sitting and watching, as well as conversing with one another in hushed tones. Fireopal walked up to a woman and gave her a hug, sitting next to her and talking. Diane took up her position at his feet, eyes downcast.

Denise couldn't take her eyes off the couple in the corner. The woman had set the crop down and pressed her body against his back. Her arms came around him and caressed his chest, occasionally scratching him with her long fingernails. He arched his head back and closed his eyes. She stood on her tippie toes and chomped her teeth on his earlobe. He gave a yelp and started to turn, but she grabbed his hair and yanked his head back.

"Not yet," she said and she started kissing his neck. He relaxed and moan. Goaded on by his reaction, she started to nibble and nip at his neck. His moans intensified. Her hands came back around is chest and she pinched his nipples. As he moaned, she grasped his nipples and twisted. He gritted his teeth and groaned. She laughed and swatted his ass.

"Now," she said.

He turned on her quickly and pressed her up against the wall. "Oh you're going to get it now."

She grinned and cupped her hand around his crotch. "Oh I'm counting on it, boy."

He leaned his face to her and started to kiss her passionately. To Denise it looked as if he were trying to devour her. She reached behind his back and dug her nails into his flesh. He grabbed her arms and pinned them to the wall.

He pulled his head back and looked into her eyes. "No," he said. "It's my turn."

"Yes, Sir," she breathed.

He leaned in to kiss her again, still pinning her arms to the wall. He forced his tongue into her mouth, and with a grin, she bit it.

He pulled back. "Oh it's going to be like that, is it?"

She grinned. "Oh yeah. What are you going to do about it, subbie boy?"

He released one of her arms and pulled her hair so hard, her head snapped back. She moaned. "I'll show you who the subbie is." He grabbed her and swung her around, pressing her against the arch. Denise got a full view of the woman's breasts and her nipples stood out like little buttons.

Holding one of her arms against the arch, he reached into a bag on a nearby table and pulled out a coil of rope. He leaned to her ear and whispered. "I'm going to need both of my hands to punish you properly, so I'm going to need some props to hold you in place."

"Oh yes, Sir. Put me in my place."

He deftly tied one of her arms to one side of the arch. He strung the rope across her torso and tied the other arm to the other side of the arch. The woman struggled and tugged at her bonds, but she was very much pinned there.

"Much better," he said.

"I'm not afraid of you," she said.

He grinned and reached around her, grasping her nipples between his fingers. "You should be," he said as he pinched and twisted while she cried out.

"...Denise?"

She turned to Fireopal and blushed. "Excuse me? What?" She hadn't realized anyone was speaking to her. She fanned her face. "Is it hot in here or what?"

Fireopal grinned at her. "I was just introducing you to my friend, Lacy. We go way back."

Lacy smiled and shook Denise's hand. "It's good to meet you, Denise."

"And you as well," Denise said. "Is she part of your harem?"

Denise was surprised to see his cheeks flush just above his facial hair. "Well, um..."

"'Opal!" Lacy said as she stamped her foot. "Have you been telling people I'm part of your harem?"

He lowered his eyes. "No, ma'am, I would never do that."

Lacy lifted his chin and looked into his eyes. "Stop calling me that. As I've told you a million times before this, I am not your Domme."

"As you say, ma'am," he said grinning. Denise smiled at that. His grin was infectious.

She sighed at looked down at Diane. "Diane, can you help me out here?"

She looked up at Lacy. Then she glanced back and forth between her and Fireopal.

"You may speak," he said.

She swallowed as she glanced back and forth between the two once more. "Lacy, you are a dear old friend, but it is not my place to define my Sir's relationships." She lowered her eyes once more.

Lacy rolled her eyes and looked at Fireopal.

"...but you do kind of boss him around a bit," Diane said, and Denise could see that she was smiling.

Lacy threw her hands up in the air. "I give up." She glanced over at the massage table. "Do you want me to beat you tonight when the table's free?"

"Oh my gosh yes," he said. "That would be lovely. All these women in my life, and they're all bottoms. Go figure." He laughed.

Denise's eyes found the couple in the corner. He had rope tied around her body in a diamond shape. It went all the way down her chest, between her legs against her crotch, and then back up her back.

"So pretty," Denise said.

"It's a rope dress," Fireopal said. "I've always been rather partial to them myself." He smiled in a knowing way, and Denise wondered what he wasn't telling her.

She watched the couple for a moment longer. He strung another rope perpendicular to the rope dress and moved it back and forth against her body. Denise could see it vibrating the rope dress, and the woman moaned and squirmed as the rope rubbed against her crotch.

Denise could feel a moistness flow between her legs, and she wondered what it would feel like to have a rope rubbing her like that down there. "Damn, does it always get so hot up here?"

Fireopal grinned. "Oh this couple is always so much fun to watch. They are very passionate and loving with each other." He turned and looked at Denise with a twinkle in his eye. "Would you believe they've only been together for four months? As well as they seem to know the others body and desires, you'd think they'd been together for years."

"Wow." Denise couldn't take her eyes off of them. He took the rope he was holding and brought it up to her neck. He strung it along the front of her neck and pulled back on it slightly. She moaned. "I am having so much trouble understanding their roles."

Fireopal laughed. "They're switches, dear heart. They perform both roles. These two are particularly adept at switching back and forth quickly and in the same scene. It's a rare person who can change mindsets so seamlessly." He sighed. "I envy them their relationship."

The door opened and in walked the most gorgeous man Denise had ever seen in her life. Tall and dark haired, he looked to be in his late twenties. He strode in like he owned the place and surveyed it like a hawk searching for his next meal. His eyes fell on Denise and he smiled. She shivered at the smile, which suggested a hint of menace. She felt the urge to bolt, like a gazelle, knowing that he would pursue her and devour her. She resisted the urge and stared into his eyes instead. They were hazel, her favorite eye color.

Fireopal scowled as he approached. "Good evening, Master Sorrow."

He did not look at him as he said, "Who is your lovely companion?"

Fireopal put his arm around Denise's shoulder. She tensed at first with such intimate contact with a stranger, but she soon relaxed as the thrill of it tingled her. "This is Denise. She's a friend of Diane's, and she's here to check things out."

Still looking into Denise's eyes, he said, "It's good to meet you, Denise. Would you care to sample anything while you're here? I have quite a full toy bag with all sorts of tools at my disposal. I would be more than happy to...show you."

Her heart pounding, Denise opened her mouth to speak, but her voice stuck in her throat.

Fortunately, Fireopal saved her the need to say anything. "Master Sorrow, Denise is under my protection this evening, and any propositions must go through me."

He looked at Fireopal for the first time. The tension between their eyes felt electric. "Of course. We wouldn't want to break protocol now would we?" He opened his mouth to speak further, but Fireopal interrupted him.

"Sadly, Denise is here to observe only. She will not be sampling anything this night."

They stared at each other for several moments, and Denise could feel the force of their wills as if it were a physical thing. She imagined two wolves staring and snarling at one another, fighting over the right to eat a kill.

Finally, Master Sorrow looked away and stared once more into her eyes. "Of course, I will respect your wishes, but if you ever change your mind, I promise that you will not be disappointed."

Denise felt sure he was right. Her body ached for it, and her crotch throbbed at the thought of it. She was sorely tempted to just throw caution to the wind and let him have his way with her. Instead she merely stood in silence, blushing.

Master Sorrow smiled and walked away, visiting with others nearby. Lacy scowled as he left. "That guy rubs me the wrong way. Why do they even let him come to these parties?"

"It's only because he's Pain's son."

"Who's Pain?" Denise asked.

All three of them looked at her. Fireopal cleared his throat."He's an old, respected member of the community, from Charles and Maggie's generation. He used to host a weekly party years ago, but quit due to age. He still hosts a party once a month or so, but his girls do most of the work for those parties."

"His girls? He lets his daughters run his BDSM parties?"

Lacy snickered. "Most of them may as well be."

Fireopal turned his eyes on Lacy. She hung her head and looked away. He turned back to Denise. "Pain has a rather large poly family." His eyes drooped. "His girls are all much younger than him. The oldest is forty-five, and the youngest is what...twenty-two?" He looked at Lacy.

She nodded.

Fireopal met Denise's gaze. "He has a bad habit of swooping in on all the new kinksters and trains them...often badly." He sighed.

"You're thinking of Becky, aren't you?" Lacy asked.

"I'd rather not talk about her."

"So he's Charlie's age and he is dating a woman twenty-two years old?" Denise asked.

"Correct."

"Wow what a sick fuck." Her eyes fell on Master Sorrow.

Fireopal laughed but cut off when he caught her stare.