Page 58 of Master My Love

Under the spotlight, at least thirty feet in the air, on thesame platform where the trio had put on a smoldering hot erotic performance only an hour before, was a strange contraption. Like the playroom below, it had rings but on a smaller scale. Six benches comprised the center. Mounted atop them—yes, mounted—were half a dozen men and women. She guessed it was a mix of genders, but it was hard to tell because restrained as they were on their hands and knees, facing the center, all she could see werebare ass cheeks.

She blinked, trying to focus and process all at once. But as she got over one shock, another hit her. Inside the center ring stood six men, facing outward, each with their pants open, cocks out, and inserted into the mouth of the restrained sub kneeling before them.

But it didn’t end there.

While busily performing a service at one end, each sub was receiving from the other, courtesy of the man or woman seated on a stool behind them. As her eyes swept this outer circle, she could tell in an instant they were doms. All fully dressed, no cuffs or collars on any of them, and they expertly wielded the same implement—a black magic wand.

No wonder Eric wanted to keep her away.

As Val stared in horrified fascination, the platform rotated like akinky Merry-Go-Round. No, a freaking carousel!

Unable to control her shock any longer, she verbalized it with a resounding “Holy crap!” at considerable volume.

Despite the noise from the boisterous, cheering crowd, heads turned her way.

“You’re Master Eric’s new submissive, aren’t you?” the man beside her asked. She glanced up and saw him looking behind her. “What are you doing here unattended?”

Caught, she stared at him without uttering a word, having lost the use of her tongue.

Thankfully, he didn’t wait for an answer and hastened away.

A young woman immediately took his place. She glanced her way, gave her a quick once-over, and a smile curved her lips.

“You must be new. I can tell by the thunderstruck look on your face.” With a little laugh, she reached out and gave Val’s shoulder a friendly pat. “Don’t worry,” she said. “You’ll get over the shock and awe soon enough. Although I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing such raw, unadulterated sex played out before my eyes and not get turned on by it. At least I hope not.”

When Val didn’t answer—not because she didn’t want to, more so because she couldn’t—the woman shrugged and turned back to the main attraction, what she could only describe as an S&M three-ring circus. Following suit,she realized belatedly that her new boyfriend—or lover, ordominant, she wasn’t sure what to call him—was the freaking ringmaster.

“Holy crap,” she repeated, this time in a whisper.

The sub beside hermisunderstood and nodded. “It’s the hottest show in town and considering this is LA, that’s saying something.”

Hot wouldn’t be the precise word she would use. Lewd, scary, over-the-freaking-top, came to mind, instead. With her eyes riveted to the proceedings, a chime sounded, and the rings turned. On second glance, she realized not all of them did, only the outer one. The inner ring where the men stood, still being orally pleasured, and the middle with the benches and bound subs stayed in place. But now a new top sat between a different pair of restrained ankles.

Finally regaining her wits, she looked at the woman beside her. Younger than Val, like most of them here, she appeared to be a submissive, so maybe she could get answers. “What is this?”

“It’s the punishment carousel.” Surprised, she glanced her way briefly. “No one has explained how it works?”

“No. I’ve heard whispers, but this is definitely a first for me.”

“Right,” she said with a grin. “Every few weeks, they set up the carousel to discipline the naughtiestof the naughty. Oh, look,” she cried, nudging Val in her excitement. “This station is the paddle. I love to watch all six getting it at once. Sometimes the doms synchronize their swats, which from up here makes it look like a kinky spanking ballet. That’s why the spots by the rail fill up early.”

True to her word, the sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed through the room as the outer ring of men and women paddled the bare, upraised ass of the submissive in front of them.

“What did they do to deserve such a punishment?”

“It could be anything, but most have violated club rules, either by interrupting a scene, disrespecting one of the doms, or disobeying a DM. Those are all big no-no’s here.”

“How does it work?”

“Well, under the watchful eye of their master—they’re the ones in the middle—the naughty subs visit each of the six stations for ten minutes. They must endure one full revolution without coming.”

“That’s an hour!” Val exclaimed.

“You got it.” She nodded with a grin. “Yummy, huh?”

“What happens if they can’t hold out until the end?”

“When the hour is up, and the others get off—” Her hand flew to her mouth as she giggled. “Sorry, poor choice of words. When the others have done their time, the ones who failed have to stay on for another ten-minute station.”

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