Inside, the space is blacked out with only the neon blue lights overhead as crown molding to guide you into the recesses of the building. The hallway opens to a common area with a bar dead-center with the same neon lights set as under-glow for the bar top. Casually, people meander around looking for their potential mate for the evening. The air is full of lust and power. The hedonistic desires in me only climb higher and higher.
Knowing what lies beyond this open space, I make my way deeper into the den without a single word to anyone. Making a right down a corridor, I follow a path I have taken many times before. The green light over the door illuminates, and instantly, my heart thumps harder and faster in my chest. Opening the door, I enter the private room, finding it completely empty.
Just the way I prefer to start.
Flipping the lock to the door followed by the light switch for the outside bulb, I make my presence known to any passersby before I press the button on the wall to lift the frost over the glass of the front wall. That single switch for the outside bulb changes it from the green light to join the room to a red light meaning occupied and unavailable.
The eight by ten space of the room is filled only with a single leather loveseat along with a side table centered in the room. The walls to the left and right are painted in a matte black so the red neon lights that create a molding around the ceiling don’t create any glare off the walls. The bulkhead in front of me is solid glass. The seamless composite of material gives me a clear view to the show ahead. With the press of a single button on the wall, the glass goes from frosted over, preventing visibility, to a glorious scene of uninhabited adult desires unleashed before me. Like a two-way mirror, I can see to the scene in front of me, but still remain anonymous.
Voyeurism: the practice of gaining sexual pleasure from watching others when they are naked or engaged in sexual activity.
My brand of kink comes in watching. This facility satisfies my every desire.
Settling in on the couch, my sunglasses remain in place. Black wrap frames around black polarized lenses. Regardless of the fact that the glass prevents the participants on the other side from seeing me, I prefer to wear my sunglasses at all times indoors and out, daylight and darkness. The eyes are the gateway to the soul. No one gets to see my depths.
With my legs splayed wide, my boots firmly to the ground, I steeple my hands together over my torso and watch.
In front of me, a young woman is displayed on a Triangle Cross that is tilted at an angle. Her ankles are bound to the bottoms of the board with her wrists restrained over her head at the top, putting her in a spread-eagle fashion. She is collared in a gorgeous red leather material with a matching red bar gag in her mouth, rather than a traditional ball gag, allowing her to moan and bite down visibly. I watch the saliva run down her chin, literally imaging how wet her pussy is right this second as she, no doubt, craves the release she’s seeking. A red satin blindfold makes me wonder if she’s enjoying every sensation more now that she can’t see. Her tits are held in a push up red leather bustier with matching panties done in a red mesh revealing a small patch of dark curls around her pussy. Her long black hair cascades down, only accenting her tits more. The master in the room with her paces slowly around the artwork he’s made for me out of her very body.
From behind the cross, he reveals a leather scourge whip with tendrils that have small jewels at the ends. He whips the cat-o-nine tails from behind, lashing her abdomen which flexes in reaction. Over and over he hits her skin, each time the flesh blushing to the touch. He remains in place behind the cross and reaches out to pull her plump tit from its place in her corset. Before she can adjust to the exposure, the whip comes across her pointed nipple as her body jolts from contact.
My cock hardens as she arches her back, taking the blow, and then relaxes once again. The Dom drags the scourge across her belly before he continues the whips against her tit. Over and over again, he continues to work the sensitive flesh. Her body trembles with each contact. I rub my aching cock through my jeans as the show continues in front of me.
The Dom begins to smack the tails against the mesh material covering her pussy. Patting her pussy repeatedly before he moves from behind her and around to the front. I watch in anticipation as the Dom drops the whip and kneels before the sub. He wastes no time getting at his task. Tearing the thin material from her body, he leans in and licks from her belly button all the way down to her sweet juncture. With my eyes glued to the scene in front of me, I eagerly enjoy every tremble her body makes.
While devouring her pussy, the Dom reaches up to tweak her nipples as the sub throws her head back, taking every bit of pleasure from the man on his knees in front of her.
The hidden door in the left wall opens right on time. With a sultry strut, Annika makes her way over to me.
She’s a sub I’ve topped before. Tonight, though, I’m here for business, so I don’t have time to give her what she’s seeking. I will gladly take from her, though, because I feel my own release rising inside of me.
As she approaches, her eyes try to get a read on me behind my glasses. This is something I’m used to from most people. Annika is forever a curious one, attempting to ask me questions or garner more of my time. Desperate isn’t my thing, and at times this little snatch is desperate. I keep my head straight forward but watch her every move out of the corner of my eye. Reaching me, she drops to her knees without a word and bows her submission to me, casting her eyes to my boots.
That’s what this place is about. Every person in the building knows what they desire. No judgement and no words need to be spoken. Annika knows I can take her to highs unimaginable without ever putting my cock in her cookie jar.
“Suck my dick,” I command without taking my eyes from the show in front of me. Annika chose to enter this room and give into my every desire.
Tonight my wishes are singular, selfish.
The Dom in the scene in front of me stands, turning the apparatus slightly to the side and giving me a different angle. Three fingers he holds up and, without a single hesitation, he jams them into the sub at the same time he leans in to suck and then bite her nipples. She cries out, biting hard onto the bar in her mouth as her entire body pulls against the restraints holding her in place.
Annika doesn’t hesitate, easily unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans to release my throbbing cock.
She wraps her hand around my member to stroke me. Someone is naughty tonight. She should understand the punishment I will give her is the kind to leave a mark if she continues to test me. I’m not in the mood for a sub to top from the bottom this evening. I growl. “Suck it,” I order losing patience.
I know what she’s doing, and it won’t work.
She gazes up at me as I keep my head in place. With a whimper, she drops her head, opening her mouth and engulfing my large dick as far as she can take me back. With her hand covering the rest of my shaft, she begins to work me as the Dom continues to make the sub come in front of me.
The Dom removes his hand and pulls away from her body, I watch the sub drop her head, desperate for more. My balls tighten as Annika works me harder and faster, all while I keep my eyes focused ahead.
The Dom again repositions the Triangle Cross and angles it in a way that the sub is displayed for me as he then picks up a dildo. He wastes no time in thrusting it deep inside the woman as he works her up.
Just as the sub begins to tremble, he drops down to lick and suck her pussy while still working the dildo. Annika works me in the same rhythm, and in a matter of moments, I feel the tension down my spine before I stiffen and blow my load down her throat. She swallows what she can, and when she can take no more, she lets my jizz fall down her chin onto the floor beneath us. I pay no attention to her. I don’t even bother to pat her head. I’m mesmerized by the sub losing all control.