Damaged ♡ Lashton ✔

Chapter 2

The room is very dimly lit with bass-heavy music playing through the speakers. I look around the room with cautious curiosity as this is the first time I've been in this type of environment in over six months. A woman in the center of it all has suspended herself from the hooks in the ceiling with rope and is doing some crazy acrobatic-type movements, wearing only a lacy black bra and matching panties; a man wearing a pair of tight briefs is tied up to a Saint Andrew's cross while a leather-clad Dominatrix whips him repeatedly with a flogger; a woman is moaning and writhing on a massage table as another woman teases her with a violet wand; people standing in groups around the different scenes, quietly observing. There's so much to see, and I want to absorb it all because I've truly missed it. In a controlled environment such as this, that is.

I let Ash lead me through the dark room as I try and figure out which group of people are Ash's friends. He nods his head at a few people here and there but doesn't stop his slow gait as we manoeuvre around the countless bodies. He stops us in front of a door on the opposite side from where we entered and I tilt my head in confusion. I've never been through this door before, and I've been here several times. Thinking it must be a back exit, I wait for Ash to open it up and gesture for me to walk through. We're in a small, small dark room and I feel myself starting to panic a little bit. What are we doing in here? What is this room for? There's nothing in it, there's no room to really do anything at all. After what feels like several minutes, but what is actually only a couple seconds, Ash reaches forward and he opens up a second door, causing light to immediately flood the small space.

"They have it set up like this as a transition of sorts," Ash explains. "Since it's so dark out there, if you were to just open the door, it would flood the room with light and distract and disturb the other patrons. My friends usually hang out in here, though." I give him a small smile and nod in understanding as I follow him in the room.

My mouth drops open slightly as I take in my surroundings. The walls are painted a soft yellow color and there are foam puzzle mats on the floor in one corner which is filled with stuffed animals and various toys, along with several adults dressed in onesies and playing with each other. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and look over to the opposite side where I see large dog cages set up, some occupied, others not. A girl wearing a pair of kitten ears, a fluffy kitten tail, and a bright pink collar with a bell on it is on her hands and knees, rubbing against a man's leg. He immediately leans down and runs his fingers through her hair, and I swear to god I hear her purr.

"What is this place?" I ask Ash quietly, moving closer to him as my wide eyes continue to take in the young, playful atmosphere. Ash chuckles quietly and removes his hand from mine, instead wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"This is the cg/l and petplay area. I take it you've never been back here." I shake my head slowly as I watch a guy wearing a leather mask with a snout and dog ears get spanked by another man holding a leash tightly in his fist.

"W-what exactly does that mean?" I ask hesitantly. I've never heard of anything like this much less seen it with my own eyes, and I honestly don't know what to think. All I've ever known of the BDSM community is the Dom/sub dynamic, but this seems... different. Ash guides me to a beanbag couch in the corner and falls back into it with a playful smile and pats the spot beside him. I hesitantly sit down and turn slightly so I can face him. He rests one arm along the back of the couch and brings one leg up to rest his ankle against the opposite knee.

"Which part are you looking for clarification on, exactly? 'Cause there's a lot going on here and we only have..." He pauses to look at the watch on his wrist before continuing, "two hours and fifty seven minutes left to discuss." I let out a small giggle and pulled my feet up on the couch, wrapping my arms around my legs.