The instant we enter, I smile in appreciation. With its colored lights and music playing in the background, it has a dance club vibe to it, but they’ve recreated an ancient dungeon stories under the building.
From shiny new cages with waiting submissives to hardcore restraint devices to hold them still, you have it all to choose from.
This club has a lighter atmosphere than the dungeons I’m used to in Russia. The protocol is less strict, but I like it. I walk past the cages and look at each submissive. They meet my gaze with pleading eyes, each hoping I will pick them.
I wink at them before leaving, wanting to explore the club before I make my choice.
I’m feeling in an adventurous mood tonight.
The club owner walks up to me. “It is a pleasure to have you join us tonight, Rytsar Durov.”
I shake his hand as I scan the place. “I like what you have created here.”
The owner’s eyes glint with pride. “What better way to enjoy the Motherland than to explore everything that Russia has to offer?”
“I agree.”
I nod to Alexei. “My friend is still experimenting with the lifestyle. Any suggestions for him?”
He turns to face my friend. “Which do you prefer, topping your partner or being topped?”
Alexei raises his eyebrows. “I’ve only topped before.”
The owner points to the left corner of the room. “If you would like to delve into the other side of the dynamic, there are several Dommes who would be happy to indulge you.”
Alexei looks at me for guidance.
My heart constricts as an unwanted vision of Samantha flashes in my mind. I quickly dismiss it, refusing to relive that memory.
It has no place here.
Looking at Alexei, I tell him with sincerity, “If you are curious, this seems like the perfect place to treat yourself to such an experience.”
He looks relieved, as if he’d been afraid I would judge him for it.
I’m not like many rigid Dominants I know. Going to college in America opened my eyes to the limitless varieties of kink people enjoy. However, there is one line I will never cross—consent.
I pat my friend on the back. “Go for it, Alexei. Make the most of tonight.”
As Alexei heads off to the group of Dommes, I notice they are staring at him as if he’s a tasty snack to eat.
“What about you, Rytsar Durov?” the owner asks respectfully.
“I am unsure as of yet.”
“We have plenty of experiences to choose from. You can enjoy something intense in the back of the club such as bloodsports, or something lighter like electrical play.” He points to a scene nearby.
I see the familiar purple glow of a violet wand and hear a woman’s excited moans.
He continues, “The subs are equally diverse, from curious novices to highly experienced slaves. He gestures to the entire room with pride. “It is a kinkster’s paradise.” Leaning in close, he says, “We even have a few virgins wanting to have their cherries popped on stage tonight. They’re the ones wearing the white collars.”
“Thank you. I will walk around and see what catches my eye.”
“If you should need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”
I nod to him and take a stroll through the large club, turned on by the erotic scenes playing out around me, from the kinkiness of five men with one woman, a Domme dressed in latex caning her bound submissive, to a girl enjoying the rush of nipple torture.
I have come fully prepared with my tools, and I plan to test the limits of one of the more experienced subs here. Then a beauty with ashen curls catches my eye. Her full curves beg to be caressed and the white collar around her neck intrigues me.
She looks to be in her mid-thirties.
To introduce a woman who has experienced the world but has yet to taste the pleasures of intercourse? That captivates me.
She is talking to a group of submissives who don’t notice me at first. I observe her quietly, appreciating the way she unconsciously plays with her hair and giggles while her friends talk.
“Ladies.”
Zaika, a sub who has scened with me before, instantly kneels and bows low at my feet.
The other three women look at me nervously, not knowing who I am. Taking their friend’s cue, they kneel before me, too.
“You may stand.”
As they rise to their feet, I glance at the woman with the collar. “I see you are wearing white this evening.”
She touches her collar and blushes lightly. “Yes.”
“I would be honored to be your first.”
Her eyes grow wide while her friends twitter in excitement beside her.
Zaika squeaks to her friend, “You’re so lucky.”
“My name is Rytsar Durov.”
The woman glances at her friend and smiles before meeting my gaze again. “I’m Annika.”
“Tell him your sub name,” one of her friends instructs her.
Her blush deepens. “I don’t have one.”
“Are you experienced in BDSM?” I ask.
She shakes her head in answer.
I find that even more interesting. “Why would you seek to lose your virginity in this place?”
Her eyes flash with confidence. “I have guarded it for so long and never found a man worthy. I’m no longer willing to wait, but I feel it is something significant and should be celebrated. What better way than with my friends in this party environment?”
I smile. “I respect your reasoning.”
She looks me over approvingly. “Can I ask how old you are?”
“Twenty-one.”
“My, you’re young…” she says in surprise.
I smirk, tell her, “I have an old soul.”
Annika looks to her friends and grins.
They giggle excitedly.
“You should know I am a sadist.”
I see her visibly tremble.
Zaika gushes. “He’s the best!” She then looks at me. “No one can compare to Rytsar.”
I wink at her.
Annika stares at me for several moments.
“I can be gentle,” I assure her, “but I will not hold back when I claim you.”
She bites her bottom lip. “I wouldn’t want you to. I want to feel the pain when you take my virginity.”
I hold out my hand to her.
Annika looks at me excitedly, smiling as she takes my hand.
The owner must have been observing our exchange because the music suddenly pauses when he announces, “We have a virgin taking the stage!”
I grab my leather tool bag and lead her to the platform. There, two scantily dressed women take her arms and lead her up to the stage to begin undressing her.
I stay at the bottom of the stairs and watch as her body is revealed to me and everyone else who is gathering to watch.
I appreciate her round feminine curves and am hungry to caress them with my rough hands. Her mound is trimmed, the dark patch drawing attention to her pussy. Looking at it increases my desire for her virginity even more.
Once she is completely naked, the two women parade her around the stage so everyone can admire her body before I claim it. Annika sways her hips alluringly as she walks, enticing all with her confidence.
The altar in the center of the stage is covered in red velvet and adorned in gold. While one woman leads her to it, the other lays a white silk cloth across it.