Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Sounds like a plan,” Beau agreed.
As Mark led him through the spacious front hall, Beau admired the display of medieval torture devices set along the walls, whips and chains hung above them in an impressive display. As they approached the stairs, he paused to glance into the huge living room, which contained not one, but two fireplaces, each big enough to walk into. A St. Andrew’s cross stood on either side of one of the hearths. This was definitely his kind of place.
“Impressive,” he observed with a smile.
“Yeah, the whole setup is pretty awesome,” Mark agreed. “Jaime and I have talked about eventually moving out to get our own place, but we’re so happy here. We’ve decided to wait until we have kids.”
Beau chuckled. “Yeah. I could see where that might get a bit weird.”
They walked up the wide, thickly carpeted stairs to the second floor. At the landing, they turned left. Mark stopped at the third door on the right and pushed it open.
“This is where you’ll be staying.”
The space contained a king-size bed set low to the ground in a black lacquered frame, flanked by two low nightstands. Instead of art, a display of whips hung on the wall above the bed. Where one might expect a sitting area, a small dungeon had been set up, including a St. Andrew’s cross, a suspension rack, a spanking bench and a cock and ball pillory. The walls on either side of the dungeon area were lined with floor-to-ceiling mirrors, making the space seem far larger than it was.
“Whoa,” he said, taking in the room. “Quite a setup.”
Mark chuckled. “Yeah. Julian puts his boy toy through his paces, that’s for sure.” He pointed toward a large pocket door. “Walk-in closet is there.” He waved toward another door. “Bathroom there. Drop your stuff and let’s head downstairs.”
Beau left his duffel on the bed but kept his gear bag on his shoulder.
As they came down the stairs, Jaime was waiting in the front hall. She was naked, save for her slave collar and nipple jewelry. Mark placed his hand lightly on the back of Jaime’s neck, the gesture at once conveying tenderness and control.
“Welcome, Master Beau,” she said sweetly, leaning into her Master’s touch. “We’re so glad to have you here, Sir.”
“I’m glad to be here.”
Jaime’s breasts were full, her pierced nipples like perfect gum drops. When they’d said every slave in The Enclave was available for sexual use, did it include those already owned?
Down, boy, Beau ordered himself. This is Mark’s girl we’re talking about. Keep it in your pants.
As they entered the dungeon, people were milling about, most in leather, some naked. There were easily a dozen stations set up around the room. Whipping posts, stocks, suspension racks, crosses and spanking benches were in plentiful supply.
A striking fifty-something woman with silvery blond hair pulled back from an aristocratic face approached them. She wore a red satin gown with slits up the sides that revealed long, shapely legs. She led a naked young woman by a leash attached to her slave collar.
As she reached them, she smiled. “Hello there. I’m Marjorie.” She didn’t introduce her slave. “You must be Beau. Mark has told us so much about you. We’re delighted you’re joining us.”
“Thanks, Marjorie,” Beau replied, accepting her offered hand. “I’m excited for the opportunity.”
“Good evening, everyone,” Anthony said through a microphone, drawing their attention. “Welcome to The Enclave.” The room instantly silenced, all eyes on the imposing, silver-haired Dom. “For those of you I haven’t yet met, my name is Anthony Gerace. We’re so pleased you could come out tonight.”
“And we’re pleased to be here,” someone called out, with several more chiming in good-naturedly.
“As you all know,” Anthony continued with a gracious nod of his head, “this is a two-day event, starting with tonight’s party, followed by a gear sale and more dungeon play tomorrow. This evening there are three scene stations set up for the whip demonstrations that will take place before general play begins. These demonstrations will take place simultaneously. You can choose which demonstration appeals to you or move from station to station. Please be sure to keep a respectful, safe distance from the impact play. Now, allow me to introduce our guests of honor.”
A spotlight suddenly illuminated one of the scene stations. A large man with shaggy dark hair and rugged features stood beside a suspension rack under which a voluptuous, dark-skinned woman stood, arms extended overhead and cuffed together to the rack.
“First, we have Taggert Fitzgerald from Portland, Oregon, whose meticulously handcrafted leather gear is known throughout the world. Tonight, Taggert will demonstrate how to properly use a bullwhip inside a confined space. He will work with Madison, one of our current slave trainees.”
There were murmurs of appreciation, both for the whip maker, whom Beau had heard of, and the lovely bound slave girl. A bullwhip demo definitely sounded intriguing. Perhaps he’d check that out first.