Page 65 of Not About That Life
A server came by with champagne and Ian grabbed two glasses for us, handing one over to me. “Surprisingly, I am. I thought I would be very uncomfortable here but I’m not. I wouldn’t say it’s like coming home but it’s definitely not as bad as I thought it would be.”
“BDSM isn’t one-size-fits-all. Everyone believes you have to be a certain type of person, financially-speaking to be a part of this Lifestyle and you don’t.” Ian smiles at me. “You’d be amazed how many college students get down.”
I feel my cheeks turn crimson. “Touché.”
“Not really.” He replies, caressing my cheek. “I wanted to show you that we’re all the same despite the perceived differences out there.” He motions to the front doors. “Behind closed doors, anything goes. But outside those doors, it’s privacy we respect of each other.”
“You speak from experience,” I begin, “do tell.”
“There was a submissive one time. Beautiful woman with one of the most beautiful bodies I’ve seen. She wanted me to do everything to her and I did. One night I blew her mind as I blew a few loads. I saw her a few months later at a gala here with her husband and teenage children. We instantly recognized each other but never hinted where, how, or why. I don’t know if her husband knew, doesn’t know….” Ian shakes his head. “…it really doesn’t matter. All I do know is when we’re outside those doors, our secrets in here are safe.”
I know there’s a lot of respect and honor in BDSM but I have a hard time believing people arethatrespectful. “Non-disclosure agreements?”
“Damn straight.” Ian looks up at the time as other people begin to assemble to another room. “It’s time for the demonstration with Master Scott. Let’s go.”
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The demonstration room was stadium-like with plush chairs. As I sat with Ian, I noticed how quickly the auditorium was filling up. It seemed Master Scott drew a large crowd and it was pretty standard.
Scott and Mariana entered the room and there was already a large round of applause for the couple. Mariana was dressed in a silk robe and Scott wore dress slacks with an open collar. My eyes were pinned on the couple as they briefly talked to each other before Scott pulled off Mariana’s robe and revealed her nude body.
Mariana got on top of the table and laid down, while she awaited Scott’s further instruction. Just like with Zerrin and Whitney, she looked comfortable and at peace.
“Is the first time he’s done a demonstration?” I quietly ask.
“With Mariana, yes,” Ian nods, “but no, not his first time. He’s rather an expert at this.” He looks to his left and politely nods to Zerrin and Nick, who have joined us in watching Scott’s demonstration.
Mariana is tied up against the leather table with everything exposed. Her toned and slightly oiled legs are spread wide, exposing a soft mound of hair on her sex. Her breasts – which I have to admit look damn-near perfect – have erect nipples due to the coldness of the room.
Her hands, bound to the table, softly grasp and pinch the leather cushions. Her lips are moving as if she’s speaking to herself or saying some sort of chant and she occasionally licks them. She looks so vulnerable, yet so raw. It feels like this is second-nature to her.
Scott casually walks around the demonstration area and makes sure everything is prepared and ready. He’s wearing a black shirt with matching slacks and a gold belt buckle. His dress shoes are the only sounds in the intimate room, as no one dares to say a word.
“I have so many questions,” I softly speak as I settle back into my chair.
“Ask as you watch,” Ian answers me, “Master Scott will do a thorough demonstration on everything but you can ask me or Saint Nick about any concerns or questions.”
The small room slowly fills up and some people are lined up against the wall. I’m actually surprised. Zerrin told me Scott was one of the best Doms in the world but for Him to command this attention? Mind-blowing.
I watch Scott walk over to Mariana and speaks to her. It seems like he’s checking to see if she’s okay and if she needs anything. He blindfolds her and I slightly gasp. She’s bound to the table and she’s blindfolded?
OMFG. That’s super hot! Memories of how Ian blindfolded and bound me to the table come flooding back. I have to tightly close my legs from keeping them falling open.
Master Scott walks around the table and stands in front of it, addressing the audience but solely focusing His attention on her. “Tonight, Mariana has let me do a demonstration on her. Sensory deprivation.” Sir stepped aside and the audience had a full view of Mariana’s fully nude body, including her parted thighs exposing her slit. “As you can see Mariana is completely nude.
“Her body is very small and lithe,” Scott walked up to Mariana’s breasts. Her nipples were firm by the cold breeze in the room and became perkier when his hands gently squeezed them. He walked his fingers down her torso, stopping at the small patch of hair leading to the vee of her sex. His fingers lightly brushed against her clit and she shuddered in response. “Her cunt is warm and ready.”
He grabbed a blindfold and put it over her eyes. “I blindfolded her so her only focus would be on the pleasure she is receiving and not eyes looking down on her and critiquing her performance.
“Tonight, Mariana will climax in a variety of ways using different implements. I will need complete and total silence during this demonstration.” The lights dimmed around the demonstration table. “Now we shall begin.”
I was a nervous wreck. It’s not even me on the table and yet, I’m feeling some type of way. What if I don’t like what Ian does to me? What if the BDSM fantasy was just good in the books and the movies (though Nick said it was all bullshit and I knew nothing)?
What if I’m completely over my head with this?
“To help me with this demonstration is a special friend of mine,” Scott beckons toward the door and in walks one of the most gorgeous women I have ever seen. She has bright red hair, she’s also slim-thick, and she has incredible breasts. She has multiple tattoos all over her body and she’s wearing a diamond-encrusted collar.
“And…ohhhh…” Ian’s mouth formed a small O. He slowly turned to Nick, who had raised eyebrows and shook his head.
