Fairies are Pretty: Fairy Dust Series

Chapter 14: The Den of Doms

A few months passed with Dalais experiencing few swings of Dirac's kinky love-making.

Once Dirac tied his hands to the headboard, bend him over and tied his feet. He had never been bound so completely (or at all) but his nerves had rode him.

Dirac calmed him down by kissing his back and neck and sucked him to the edge and just before he got there, he had pumped into him until the lights in his head exploded.

Aftercare was something the dominant perfected in. He had rocked him in and out of subspace and that was the moment Dalais knew he was completely inlove with Dirac Dewitt. He had not told him that of course, simply because Dirac was a flight risk.

Then more than a few times he had disciplined him. Twice with a paddle and a lot of times just spanked his butt black and blue. The first time he had used a paddle was because Dalais had refused to stop work during a flu. He had run to his office and worked himself even more sick.

Dirac had not shouted or blown off when he got home. He let him heal and calmly nursed him back to health. Once Dalais had felt better, he called him in, a paddle in his hand, ordered him to strip and lay on the bed and paddled his thighs and butt until Dalais had actually cried.

It was slowly approaching the end of their time together but Dalais was too scared to talk about the next step forward and Dirac seemed to not want to talk about anything serious.

Every time Dalais tried to talk about feelings and relationships, Dirac would spin the topic to something else.

Their dinner tonight was quiet, just the clicking of cutlery and plates making sounds. They quietly packed the dishes into the dishwasher once they were done and headed to Dalais' bedroom, which they now shared.

"You busy tonight?" Dirac asked looking so nervous that his face began to turn red.

"Not at all. Why?"

"We... um. I want to take you somewhere."

"Yeh?"

"But you'll have to wear these."

Dalais looked at the open door of his bedroom and all oxygen escaped him. On his bed an outfit was laid out carefully and Dalais just stood there in complete shock.

The outfit seemed incomplete. It was just leather briefs with leather-lined front zip, what looked like a chest harness and a BDSM submissive premium leather collar with what looked like a leash on it.

Dalais looked at Dirac in utter shock but Dirac just stared unverbally at him.

"Is it my choice?"

"No, but I can compromise. You get to wear a coat until we get there."

"I...."

"Now, Dalais. We are running late." Dirac stepped inside to change too leaving Dalais dumbfounded with nothing but a smirk.

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The two men made their way into Fairydust after midnight and Dalais was very confused. Wasn't this place usually closed by then?

"Whatever you do, don't put off your collar." He instructed, looking utterly confident in his black leather pants designed to bag his privates protectively and a red leather vest. "It's a symbol that you're someone's sub and can't be touched by anyone without my permission."

"Yes, your Majesty."

They walked in and the place was quiet , in fact... there was no one there. Dalais followed Dirac towards the closet which he opened, exposing an elevator.

"Wow." Dalais mused once they stepped into the elevator.

"Don't talk unless you're spoken to. Do what only I tell you to. Got it?"

"Yes, your Majesty." The elevator door opened.

The first thing Dalais saw was just how much skin one place was able to hold. He had seen hospital delivery rooms with more clothes than this.

The first was an open space with couches where men and women sat comfortably chatting away the night. All of them were barely dressed, just like Dalais as Dirac forced him to give his coat to the guy who approached them.

"It's been a while, Dirac. The fairies have been anticipating your return." The man greeted enthusiastically motioning at the men that spread around the couches, eyeing Dirac flirtatiously.

Dalais stepped from behind Dirac and handed out his coat. The man assessed the collar around his neck and nodded in understanding.

"I see." Was all he said before he motioned them in.

Dirac led him forward passed themed glass-walled rooms with different equipment and furniture, each occupied by a couple. In front of every room was what Dalais guessed was a viewing area because of the couches that portrayed a good view of the scenes.

The room that captured Dalais' attention was the one with a huge X-shaped cross in it. A man was bounded on the cross, his bare butt exposed to the viewing area along with his manhood. The cross was on it's side so everything done to his back and front was seen by the audience.

He tried to wiggle out of his restraints as his domme tucked at his penis and stroked roughly. The roars of his torture echoed through the glass as a whip landed on his bottom.

The sexiness of his oppressor vibrated on his groin as his eyes were totally focused on her and her tormenting hands.

"Please, Mistress. Please let me cum." He cried out his plea as he got a lash as his response. Dalais flinched on his spot where Dirac was assessing him carefully. The whip landed in very close proximity to the sub's balls.

The man was close to his climax, hell even Dalais could see it. Just as he neared his finish, she let go of his erection and connected the whip with the flesh on his thighs.

"No whips for you." Dirac whispered to his relief but Dalais continued to watch the scene.

She majestically made her way to the table that harboured on it carefully laid out equipment. She took from it was looked like a ring with wings on it and what Dalais was sure was a vibrator. He had seen Jasmine's once by mistake.

She lubricated both items and walked back to her submissive. The ring was carefully slid on his dick and the wings stood right on his balls. Then she moved behind him and carefully inserted the vibrator.

Nothing happened until she clicked on two small buttons in her hands making the sub to start groaning.

"Fuuuuuck." He cried out as his whole body shook with every vibration.

"Toys it is then." Dirac again whispered to Dalais and Dalais realised he had started to sweat. His erection bulged to a point of pain as Dirac traced his fingers along his neck. "Let's go."

Dirac led them to another common area only this one had couples. Some submissives sat on their doms feet, some right beside them and some on their laps. Dalais wondered where Dirac would prefer he sit but hopefully it wasn't at his feet.

"Dirac, isn't it a surprise to see you here." Said a foreign voice from behind them. The two men turned and what they saw as they did that was a shock of the century.