Page 109 of Shadow

Tyson chuckled. “Let’s just say they aren’t allowed to brat inside these walls unless they want to find themselves in serious trouble. Punishments here are intense and rarely pleasant, so there is zero point in trying to earn one. There are a few subs I suspect are brats at home, though.”

Tyson sat on the couch and patted the seat next to him. “Typically, subs aren’t allowed on the furniture unless they’re in service to someone who needs them on the furniture to use them, but if I had to guess, Ripley would not be happy to find you kneeling at my feet if he came in.”

Olivia sat next to him but stayed on the edge of the cushion rather than sitting all the way back, folding her hands in her lap. “Honestly, Sir, I’m not sure. Daddy and I have only been in a club setting together a few times, and that has always been with friends. We’ve never discussed protocol like this before. I suspect he would want me to be a good girl and follow the rules. Then again, I’m a brat, so I’m not sure.”

“We won’t assume what he wants. For tonight, at least until your Daddy gets here, you are not a submissive, you are simply my good friend, Olivia.”

She relaxed into the couch and took in her surroundings. “It’s fucking gorgeous in here.”

Two men sitting on nearby couches glared at her, and looked expectantly at Tyson, as if to say, “Are you going to punish her or not?” Embarrassed, she put a hand over her mouth. “Oops. Is cursing really not allowed?”

Tyson chuckled. “Afraid not, love. I tried to warn you in the elevator. It’s a good thing you’re not here as a submissive. I suspect you would wind up under Sabrina’s discipline multiple times before the night is over.”

“And what’s the punishment for cursing?”

Tyson smiled. “So curious. It depends on whether it’s your first infraction or you’ve had multiple. Your first time would just be a bar of soap in your mouth in Sabrina’s office while she lectured you. Subsequent infractions might include physical scrubbing out of your mouth with a toothbrush and soap, a clothespin on your tongue for the rest of the night, or in extreme cases where a girl just can’t stop cursing, someone will hold your head still while Sabrina forcefully fucks your mouth with a strap on to the point that you… gag and make a mess. Then you would be made to clean up the mess you made, and if she was feeling mean and your consent profile said she could, you might be made to eat her out until she comes to thank her for punishing you. At some point, subs who can’t follow the rules are asked to leave and not return, though.”

Olivia’s mouth fell open at his detailed description of the punishments for cursing. This place was intense. “I’m just going to shut up and watch until Ripley gets here.”

Tyson chuckled and patted her leg. “Ask all the questions you want. I know you’re curious. Just keep your voice down and try not to swear. You’re a guest, you won’t be punished.”

“Does Sabrina handle all submissives’ punishments?”

Tyson shook his head. “Not everything. But a good chunk of it.”

“Does she ever get punished herself?”

Tyson nodded. “If she breaks a rule, she’s disciplined, just like any other submissive. Whichever Dom she is in service to that evening will usually dole out her punishment.”

“And is she the only alpha?”

“You’re full of questions about our Sabrina. Does she intrigue you?”

Olivia nodded and gave him a shy smile. “This whole place intrigues me.” She would not admit that talk of being forced to go down on the woman or being face-fucked by her strap-on had her riled up.

“Yes, she’s our only alpha. Should she decide to take an individual dominant’s collar, she’ll step down from that position and another will be chosen. The alpha is collared to the club and her main purpose here is serving the betterment of Serendipity. Sabrina is unique because she works for the club full-time as the manager. But one requirement of being the alpha is that she has no outside romantic or power exchange relationships.”

“Does she… have to… sexually service all the Doms?”

Tyson thought about it for a moment before he answered, which piqued her curiosity even more. “It’s not quite that simple. We’re not running a brothel here. Consent is still a key pillar of our community, and no one is paid for sex. I mentioned consent profiles. Every submissive has one. But we don’t accept just anyone. If you don’t enjoy high protocol and strict, unbending roles for Doms and subs, then this will not be the club for you. A sub wouldn’t be given the role of alpha if they weren’t… eager to please in any way they could. So yes, Sabrina will often sexually service the Doms. She does have the right to say no if someone is making her uncomfortable and has a safeword for just such purposes. The safeword can also be used on nights when she isn’t feeling physically up to sexual service. She is human, after all. And any Dom who treats her poorly—treats any sub poorly—would be kicked out immediately.”

Olivia blinked and shook her head, trying to comprehend the way things were done here. On the one hand, it was all so stiff and formal, and she worried about the consent practices in a place like this. On the other hand, she would be fibbing if she said she wasn’t turned on by the raw sexuality combined with pure elegance that permeated the space.

“Would you like to see Sabrina in action? Are you a voyeur?”

Olivia squirmed but nodded. “Voyeur, exhibitionist, masochist, brat. I’m a lot of things.”

Tyson chuckled. “Come with me, then. I was going to wait to play until Ripley arrived for you, but I think you’ll enjoy watching this. Keep your eyes down and don’t make eye contact with anyone fully clothed. Fully clothed is a sure sign that they’re a Dom.”

He stood, and she rose with him, falling into step a few feet behind as they made their way back to Sabrina’s office.

When he stepped into the room, instead of the dominant tone she’d used with Evelyn, she rose from her desk and dropped to her knees.

“How may I please you, Master Vance?”

“I wish to place you in my service, girl. Go to room nine and prepare yourself for my pleasure. You’ll have an audience, so you should plan on giving your best performance, girl.”

She rose and curtsied in front of Tyson. “Yes, Master Vance.”

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