TheDungeon by Velvet Read Free Book Online

Kendall was familiar with
the one on the right, which led to the Domme’s private office, but she hadn’t
ventured down the second one. Cholé led the way down the dimly lit passage,
turned right, and in front of them was a red door. Cholé turned the knob and
they went inside.
    The Red Room lounge was bathed in a sexy crimson glow and a
Michael Franks song was playing softly in the background. There was a long
black lacquer bar curved in the shape of an S, with red leather barstools.
Scarlet banquets lined the perimeter of the room and a small dance floor was in
the center. At first glance, the lounge appeared to be a regular watering hole,
except for the cat-o’-nine-tails, restraints, ball-gag straps and collars
hanging behind the bar. They stood near the entrance and Cholé gave Kendall the
rundown.
    “The members who are looking for partners stop here first.
The seats at the bar are reserved for the ‘tops’, and the ‘bottoms’ sit over
there,” she pointed to the far corner, “on the floor.”
    “Why are they sitting on the floor?”
    “Because bottoms want to be humiliated and sitting on a
cold, hard floor with people looking down on you is a humiliating experience.
The booths are reserved for the ‘switches’, members who go both ways.”
    Kendall glanced around the room and noticed three women
dressed in Dominatrix outfits, sipping cocktails at the bar. Five people—she
couldn’t see if they were men or women—wearing black leather hoods over their
faces, were crouched in the corner on the floor. Two couples slow-dragged on
the small dance floor and the booths were empty. “So how does this work?”
    “Everyone at The Dungeon has consented to be here and know
the rules, so the dominants or tops and switches choose their submissives or
bottoms. You both agree on a safe word and then take the party to a private
dungeon. The private dungeons are reserved on an hourly basis and when the time
is up a red light inside the room blinks. There are hooks outside the door. You
simply put your whip, handcuff, collar, or any other item on the hook. This
indicates that you’ve reserved the room next.”
    Kendall nodded. “What prevents the items from getting mixed
up?”
    “Even though this is a rather unorthodox club, everyone here
operates on the honor system. So if I say, this is my whip, then there are no
questions asked. If you’re not the shy type, we have several open suites where
members partake in various activities.”
    “Can you show me the open suites?” Kendall asked, curious to
see what went on there.
    “Sure.”
    They left the lounge, walked back through the corridor and
down a flight of steps. The lower level had a series of doors, some with hooks
on the outside and some without. Kendall followed Cholé until she stopped at a
door without hooks. Cholé quietly opened the door and they stepped inside.
    The walls were painted a matte black, giving the dimly lit
room an even darker presence. Kendall squinted, trying to adjust to the
lighting, and looked around. She couldn’t believe what she saw.
    In the center of the room was an eight-foot-tall wooden
frame in the shape of an “A” sitting on top of a stand. Strapped to the frame
was a woman, wearing a see-through, mesh mini-dress. Her wrists were tied
together and fastened to the top of the frame with leather straps. Her ankles
were spread apart and bound to the bottom of the frame. A shirtless man in
black jeans was standing in front of the frame. He reached out and spun the
apparatus like a wheel, sending the woman around and around, until it stopped,
positioning her upside down.
    “Now that’s better,” he said, coming closer to the woman. He
then leaned in and bit the inside of her thigh.
    She responded, “Ohh! That hurts so good, do it again.”
    He bit her on the opposite thigh. She moaned in pleasure.
They were carrying on as if they were the only ones in the room, totally
oblivious to the couple in the corner rubbing each