Page 5 of Enthrall Ecstasy
Submissives were guided around on fine silver chains. Not one was free to run off and explore. Or change partners. Or take a break.
Each submissive was owned.
There was a strict protocol of no phones. I’d left mine locked in the glove compartment of my Rover, parked down the road. I’d have to find a landline if I ran into trouble—which shouldn’t happen if I remained vigilant.
Having never stepped foot in this five-story building before, I’d have to fake being a regular. Unable to get hold of the schematics meant I was flying blind as I searched for Rue.
Even if my target was wearing a masquerade mask, she’d be easy to find with her distinctive hair and bright blue eyes—unless she wore a wig and contacts.
Anything was possible.
She’d probably be found in the middle of some compromising situation that would be challenging to extract her from.
She might refuse to leave.
I’d cross that bridge later and then burn it to the ground.
Strolling along the labyrinth of rooms, I adjusted my pants to allow for the thrill of the sights and sounds surrounding me. My cock approved of the erotic visions unfolding like a mesmerizing dream as I went deeper in.
Half-naked submissives caught my eye. One command and I could own any of these beauties. Those were the rules—the Doms called the shots. The subs obeyed their masters. They didn’t get to choose who they went with—unlike Enthrall,where submissives had equal power until the play began and consent had been given to hand over control.
Rue’s extraordinary beauty meant she’d be sought after. I didn’t look forward to getting her away from a possessive Dom. The thought of using any kind of violence made my blood run cold.
Opening the door to a dungeon, I peered in to see a blonde submissive sitting in the center of the room, her master peering down at her, an audience sitting in surrounding chairs.
I closed the door and continued through the dim hallways.
God, I’d craved this, erotic delights unfolding around me.
Passing a room where the sound of spanking emanated from behind its closed door, I eased it ajar to see a brunette bending over her master’s knee. Her cheeks were scarlet, her moans a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Not Rue.
What had brought her to Pendulum? A kinky friend? Her own desires? Curiosity for this lifestyle?
Achieving rapport with her was essential. Understanding Rue would help with her extraction.
Not causing a scene was imperative.
Down the hallway, a guy was getting a blowjob from two submissives kneeling at his feet. Their tongues lapped at his cock, his shaft shiny and taut as it rose out of dark curls.
One leaned low to suckle his balls and the other took his cock all the way into her mouth, head bobbing. Their hums of delight echoed around me.
These were the kinds of scenes that were addictive, the reason we came back for more daring acts that delivered a heavy dose of dopamine.
My own passion for exhibitionism added to the thrill. Erotica was an obsession.
This was a decent place to practice a predilection. Even if Pendulum’s reputation was questionable, one thing was sure: the subs were typically consenting adults.
Though being selected as a member was only for the elite. No blue-collar workers here. No ordinary guy off the street looking for a rush. These VIP members were let in because their financial portfolios impressed the selection committee.
I was probably too working class for them.
Enthrall was thorough on its selection process; refining it around a more holistic approach.
A butler invited me to enter through two towering doors.
He opened them for me.
