Page 64 of Not About That Life
I just wonder if he wants someone who has more experience?
“I probably shouldn’t be telling you any of this but I’m willing to accept the punishment for doing so.” It’s the second time I’ve heard someone use similar words in what they’re about to tell me. The respect and honor is so deep in the BDSM community, it feels like it’s a new world. “This is the first time in years Master Ian has practiced. He didn’t start practicing again until two years ago.”
Two years ago was when Ian and I met. “Do you remember when exactly?”
Whitney ponders for a moment and narrows her eyes. “I think the spring time was the first time He reappeared at the Boundary and Dungeon.”
I faintly remember it was around finals when I first saw Ian. That would put the first time we’ve actually met sometime in April. I don’t want to make too much of it because it’s truly a coincidence but I can’t help to wonder if there was any connection to us meeting and Ian practicing BDSM again?
There I go again with my overactive imagination.
WAIT A MINUTE!
My brain is screaming at me as the puzzle pieces slowly come together. All of the women he was seen with…they weren’t girlfriends…they weresubmissives…he only tookmeto the galas and to family gatherings.
Ian cock-blocked me for two years only to reveal this part of him after we’re together and after we’re engaged to see if it was something I could really handle. I don’t know if I want to hug him or throat-punch him.
Would it have made a difference if I knew about it two years ago? I might have been more of a fiend back then than I already was. He literally would’ve been everything come true from every smutty e-book I’ve ever read.
But behind Ian’s dominant nature, there’s a broken man who has battled the depression of losing his mother for years. His demons almost consumed his life and for a large part, they did as he pursued street justice for Lula Jean. He’s gone to extremes for revenge and only now…now…he’s getting to experience life the way he should’ve been.
And Ian knew the other women wouldn’t have been able or cared to handle it. He knew I was the only one that could.
“Are you okay, Domi?” Whitney’s soft voice soothes me. “It’s okay to be overwhelmed.”
I shake my head of the thoughts and smile back to her. “I’m fine. Perfect, actually.”
“Let’s go over the routine one last time and close up here for today. Tonight is a special night. Master Scott and His girlfriend, Mariana, are flying in. They’re going to do a demonstration onsensory deprivation. It should be a lot of fun.”
I’d never seen Scott do a demonstration or anyone else for that matter. I’m excited about it. “Let’s do this!”
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The Dungeon is nothing what I’d expected. Honestly, I’m not sure what to expect.
It was a three-story building located in the heart of New York. It was an assuming brick building and I think that was the intention of it. No one would walk past it and think some of the world’s hottest sexual acts are performed in this very building.
Inside, however, it was something completely different.
A large chandelier greeted me in the foyer. There a closet for coat-check and several security guards stationed at different areas. Hues of burgundy, magenta, green, and blue filled the smoky, odorless air; bouncing off the dulce de leche-colored walls.
People were in various stages of undress. Some were completely nude with only rope. Some were nude with only a collar. Some were half-dressed, while some were fully-dressed. Some women wore high heels, some wore ballerina flats, and some were barefoot.
Everyone was polite and well-mannered. Even when people cursed, they weren’t disrespectful about it.
And the guests….the guests came from every walk of life. There were teachers, CEOs, students, homemakers, accountants, garbage men, cashiers….you name it, they were there.
They were all the same. No one cared about the major deal someone had just closed. No one cared about what protest someone else just went to. No one cared about politics and the like. They were all there to get off and get freaky.
I loved every moment of it.
When I walked in with Ian, all eyes turned to us. He politely smiled to everyone who came up to him and introduced me as His submissive, Dominique. I caught a few jealous glares from other women but no one was disrespectful.
They respected Him too much to say anything.
I felt spectacularly underdressed in a long body-hugging dress and heels. I thought I was a being a bit sexy showing some décolletage but when I saw a woman who had bigger tits walk past me, I was shook silent.
“Are you comfortable, pet?” Sir asks me.
