Caden

Five and a half.

They had taken the stairs up to the second floor and were met with a sight to behold. Caden wasn't sure what she was expecting, but this wasn't it.

There was a makeshift stage set up in the center of the room surrounded by an assortment of mismatched benches, couches, and chairs. Surprisingly, everything appeared to be pretty clean. There were a few groups of people milling around, waiting for the show to start. A boy in tight black spandex was kneeling next to a buff man who was readjusting one of the many rings on his fingers. He was talking to a ginger-haired man who held onto a pink leash that was attached to a collar around a woman's neck.

In another corner, there were two women who were chest to chest, and Caden's eyes widened in shock as she realized what they were doing. The taller one had her hands in her girlfriends jeans and was... touching her! Caden's head moved quickly, scanning the room to see if anyone else saw what she did or if she was just going crazy. Surprisingly, no one seemed to notice or care about the whimpers and moans coming from the women.

Caden quickly looked away, not wanting to be caught staring, her cheeks flushed. She expected the show to be inappropriate, she had no idea that the audience could be touchy as well. She prayed that Anthony didn't notice and would keep his hands to himself for the night.

On the stage, there was a wooden x propped upright with restraints on the ends, one for each limb. A person would be restrained there, Caden guessed.

Her wrists burned in remembrance. Whenever Anthony would tie her up, he would use rope that burned or heavy metal chains that dug uncomfortably into her skin. She learned she didn't like being tied up. But as Anthony constantly reminded her, it wasn't about what she wanted.

Eventually, the show started and they sat down in an oversized armchair, Anthony pulling her onto his lap and grinding himself into her.

"I can't wait to be inside your wet little mouth," he breathed into her ear, still moving his hips. "Pay attention to the sub and remember everything she does. We're recreating the scene at home tonight."

Caden stiffened up at his words. They were going to do everything these... professionals did? She didn't even know what type of show this was! What if it got bloody and dangerous? Caden had researched BDSM after signing the contract, so she knew that there was something called knife play! She wanted nothing to do with anything sharp... what if Anthony's hand slipped and he accidentally stabbed her or something?

Her foot bounced up and down in an excess of nervous energy. There was nothing she could do but pray that the show wasn't too intense and that Anthony would go easy on her tonight. The first ten minutes of the show was tame. Some teasing, rubbing over clothes, and a few spanks. Then it started going downhill. Her heart dropped.

Yet again, Caden's prayers for mercy went unanswered.

The male dominant who was leading the show walked away for a few seconds before returning with a pair of scissors, a leather whip, and nipple clamps.

Slowly, he cut away the girl's dress, bra, and panties until she was standing there as bare as the day she was born. He spoke some words that made her whimper before grabbing and twisting her nipples. Once they were hard and standing straight up, he clipped on the clamps.

His boots stomped across the stage as he went to pick up the funny looking whip. It kind of reminded Caden of a graduation tassel because of the multiple leather strips on the end.

Caden's face scrunched up in discomfort at the sight. Anthony only ever hit her with his hands or maybe a textbook if it was within reach. Surely having all those strips of leather whipped against naked skin would cause the submissive immense pain. Caden was so distraught, she almost went to stand protectively between the girl and the man, but Anthony's rough grip kept her in place.