Masquerade

-Chapter 3-

  "Woah" I'm at a loss for words.

  You know that image you have of a bdsm dungeon in your mind? Imagine that, but ten times better. It's dimly lit, only candle light to see by. It's very reminiscent of The Armory, with it's use of deep reds and lavish style. But there's a large apple tree in the middle of the room, the roots and branches wrapping around the floor boards and dancing across the ceiling, as if the tree was the only thing holding it up. Shiny red apples hung from the branches and are illuminated by a light source from within the trunk. And in the middle of the tree, there's a golden apple, and it's as if the tree's trunk grew around it, framing the symbol of humanity's knowledge and naivete. The room was filled with different kinds of furniture, ranging from  lush chairs and couches, to a St. Andrew's Cross, a spanking bench, and many hard points that are currently suspending subs in intricate ties. Kinksters all different shapes, sizes, and types; handlers with their pets, daddy/mommy doms with their babies, slaves waiting at their masters' feet, etc. Everyone was in lingerie, leather, and latex; bare skin as far as the eye can see. And it was filled with the sounds of both pleasure and pain. It's like it came straight out of fantasy.

  "Pretty sick, huh?" Sam proclaimed, with an I-told-you-so air to him.

  "Now let's find Leo, he said he was already here" Sam looks around, scanning the room for his Dom.

  We see a waving arm, calling us over. Now let me tell you, Leo is essentially a Greek god, the man could rival Thor, but with jet black hair, some grey peppered throughout. It was tied back in a bun and his beard was nicely trimmed, his dark brown eyes are like staring at a pair of black pearls. He's wear a simple white button up, a grey vest, a grey tie, and a pair of grey dress pants. He's what Mr. Grey wishes he could be. I remember telling him this once before, when we three did movie marathon to watch all of the movies and complain the whole time about how it completely negates the concept of consent in kink, but I digress. I admit, he does take some warming up to, first time I met him I thought he'd strike me down with a snap of his fingers, but inside he's a big teddy bear. We walk over and Sam immediately gets down on his knees into Nadu, his eyes casted down. Sam can be kinda a brat but in a public setting, I assume he'll be on his best behavior... If he can help it.

   "Hello Kit" Leo greets.

  "Hello Master, I apologize that we're late" Sam said, shifting into the submissive mindset. Leo gently pats his head.

   "It's alright, it's your friend's first time here, and I assume you were being good and helping him, yes?" He smiles kindly. Sam nods his head.

   "Good," He diverts his attention to me, much to Sam's dismay, "How are you doing so far? Nervous?"

   "A little" I admitted, staring at the floor.

   "You'll do great" He says, giving me a reassuring smile. Sam butts his head against Leo's head, moving closer to his leg.

  "Master~" He purrs. Leo turns back to him. And the hand he had resting gently a top his head suddenly grabs a handful of hair, causing him to gasp.

  "Did I give you permission to speak?" Leo asks calmly, his dominant energy dripping from his voice.

   And there they go, their scene has already begun. There's no need to go over negotiations since they already know each other's limits inside and out. They've already forgotten I'm here, let alone anyone else for that matter, it's as if they're the last two living beings on this earth. I step away and find a nice empty place on the wall to rest against. I sigh, shaking my head at those two. I remember the one time I tried to play with them; even though it was by Sam's suggestion, once he's in his headspace, he does NOT like to share. I ended up just leave them to it, going out to the living room to wait. I didn't mind all that much, I understood Sam's intentions, he wanted me to know what's it's like to scene with a true Dom, but it only made me realize I needed to find one of my own. I look around, observing my surroundings; there's a girl currently riding on one of those saddle vibrators with her arms tied behind her back, and her Dom using a violet wand to shock her, giving her immense pain and pleasure all at once. I was too focused in on her scene to notice a man walking up to me. He grabs me by the shoulder.

   "Hey! You must be new here! I'm John, I'm a regular." He boasts. He reeks of cigarettes.

   "Y-yeah, I'm new. It's nice to meet you." I reply, trying to be polite.

   "You're a really cutie, ya know? May I pleasure you orally sometime?" He boldly offers, his grin is unsettling.

   "Oh n-no thank you, I'm good." I take a step back but I'm met with the wall.

  "Oh come on, baby! You're a sub right? You look like a sub, I can take good care of you." He closes in on my personal space.

Shit, shit, shit, I think internally. I try to shuffle to the left to get away, but he puts a firm arm up blocking me from moving.

   "Aw baby, don't be shy. I would just love to plow you, cutie~" He's inches away, his disgusting hot breath on my face.

   "I-I-I" I can't speak, I'm frozen in place and I can't seem to get the words out. I fear what's going to happen to me, until one of his friends starts calling for him.

  "Johnny! What are ya doin?! Come back here!" It diverts his attention just long enough for me to quickly sneak away. I run out of main room, off into one of the side halls. I lean against the wall, trying to catch my breath.

  "That was close" I say out loud to myself. I slowly slide on to the floor, my knees tucked under my chin.

   What am I doing here? I should just go back and find Sam and Leo. But they're already deep within their scene and I told them I could look after myself, I don't want to ruin their night... I sigh, picking myself off the floor. I think about going back into the main room, but the man is probably still in there looking for me. Not wanting to walk myself into that mess, I decided to wanders the halls for a bit. There's multiple doors on either side, which I assume are the different play rooms you can rent. I keep walking and walking, turning left and right till I realize. Shit, I'm lost.

   I try to go back the way I came but everything looks the same from the outside, the same red carpet, the same doors on each side, it's like a fucking maze. I turn left down the hall and realize I've met a dead end. There's no doors, just a velvet curtain, one side tied back so you can see that it leads to a dark room. I slowly approach it, there's no signs saying I can't enter. I slowly peer my head into the dark room.

    It's small, done in the same color palette as the main room but the energy is different. It's more quiet and intimate, there's a bear skin rug in front of a working fireplace. I thought this was technically the basement of this building? A literal throne rest in place of a couch but it looks wide enough to fit about two people. There's a king size bed with a canopy off to the side, with the wall it rests against being completely made of mirrors. On the walls, there's artistic depictions of male and female subs in Shibari. On the mantle, there's candles and a large portrait of a woman. She was dressed in a tight corset and black full length gloves. Her dark hair hung in luscious curls, and the look in her eyes was enchanting, it held so much power, as if she was the reigning monarch of the world. She was ethereal. Suddenly a door leading into the room opened, I tried to silently escape but I end up tripping on air and falling forward, flat on my face. I groan, having hit my head hard against the ground. When I open my eyes, the only thing in my field of vision is a pair of black stilettos.

   "Who are you?"