Page 86 of Red's Peril: Part 1

I get instructions in how to properly tie a girl up.

I do all this, walking around with a raging hard-on. Fuck, I thought the club girls dressed sexily, but they aren’t a match on the clientele here. Corsets, bra and panty sets so brief as not to be necessary, some girls parading naked, some with short skirts with nothing on underneath.

What impresses me is the expressed need for consent, and that all activities are carefully observed by aptly named dungeon monitors.

To my surprise, Rope and Cuff are obviously looked to as experts, and Cuff gives a demonstration of something called Shibari, which involves cocooning a girl in rope.

It’s a heady evening, and yes, I enjoy myself. Not to the extent that I want to join the club, but it’s definitely opened my eyes. I thought Wraith and Pussy had been good tutors, but they were just high school, this is degree level.

It’s at the end of the night when Cuff is cleaning down the last piece of equipment he used and Rope has an exhausted and sleepy sub on his lap, that he at last broaches the subject he’s been dying to raise.

“You have a good time tonight, Prez?”

I did. I might have found it unusual to sink my dick into an unknown woman who was completely restrained, but she was all for it. And if someone wanted to enact a fantasy by me covering their tits with my cum, who was I to deny them that pleasure? An odd night for certain, but not an unenjoyable one.

“I did,” I reply, but looking around me, add, “I see the attraction but it’s not for me. I prefer one-on-one in private.” Or two-on-one, but behind closed doors. Not like the orgy I watched earlier.

“Each to their own.” Rope grins. “But private is kind of what we wanted to talk to you about.”

“You asked him?” Cuff, having finished his job, flops down beside Rope, taking a moment to look at the girl who seems fast asleep now.

“Getting around to it. Take her?” Rope passes the comatose girl over. “Prez, we wanted to see if we could use part of the club’s basement. Put some equipment like this there. We could then play at home.”

I frown. It’s a big area, and unused most of the time. Our only use for it is that it’s soundproofed and excellent for when we want some quiet time with a person we’re questioning. It’s equipped with all kinds of tools for encouragement, and a big drain hole in the middle for any blood.

“Don’t you torture women enough here?”

Rope doesn’t respond, but simply observes. “We could fit a nice St Andrews Cross in one corner, a spanking bench and have room for whips and floggers.”

I snort, imagining it. “You want to turn our basement into a fuckin’ dungeon?”

“Just part,” Rope confirms.

“And you had to bring me here before you asked me?”

Cuff chuckles. “Well, first, we thought you might enjoy it. And we wanted you to see what we do for yourself. You’d have thought we were perverts if we just came out and told you.”

I still think they're perverts, but maybe I understand them and their proclivities better. “One of those cross things?” I jerk my head toward what I think he’s talking about. “And a bench?”

“And a table,” Cuff puts in. “For wax play and the like.”

We’ve got the space. What would it hurt? And the brothers might find it amusing.

“You’re proposing all brothers have the use of it?”

“If they want,” Rope confirms. “Though they’d need some guidance. Can’t tie a girl up then forget her.”

I snort and find myself agreeing to them having a dungeon. And you know what? I might even see me using it myself. Without an audience, of course.

Cuff winks at me. “See, Prez? You do have time for fuckin’ games.”

He’d told me my words would come back to haunt me. I shake my head as they bump fists.

Chapter Thirty-One

As I’d predicted, the installation of Rope and Cuff’s equipment caused quite a bit of amusement, and all hands were on deck to help get the newly delivered equipment assembled. Twister, in particular, was fascinated by the new possibilities of the apparatus, leading to threats from Rope and Cuff that he’d be the one tied up and whipped if he got blood on any of their new shit.

Pixie, Jinx and Angel were intrigued, and volunteered to help the brothers demonstrate the correct ways of restraining a sub, and how to pleasure them. In fact, it became hard to keep the girls away from the basement.

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