A cross

A master key had once opened the door lock, but this luxury disappeared when the lock was replaced. Another one had been defective and the decision was made to remove it. Subsequently, the room remained open and unlocked, as if it were a forgotten corner of the concert hall.

For Mara and Karla, however, it was only a matter of time before they gave this room a new meaning. The idea of preserving their intimacy behind a closed door took shape. Together they made their way to the local DIY store and bought a simple lock cylinder.

In the quiet hours of the concert hall cellar, they attached the cylinder to the door as if they were opening a hidden world. The sound of the screwdriver and the soft clack of the new lock were the sounds of their own silent symphony.

From that moment on, the room was protected from the eyes of the world. Between the boxes, the secret was revealed: a large St. Andrew's cross, artfully and discreetly attached to the wall. Its clear lines and seductive presence made it a silent witness to the passionate games that Mara and Karla enjoyed in the quiet hours between rehearsals.

The two women had long since realized that their attraction lay not only in the music, but also in the shadows of power and devotion. The St. Andrew's cross was the symbol of their shared lust, a silent witness to their alternation between dominance and submission.

A quiet tremor ran through Mara's body as she positioned herself in front of the large St. Andrew's cross in the hidden room of the concert hall. The room was filled with a mixture of twilight and the soft flickering of the weak light bulbs, which barely allowed the outline of the cross to be guessed. Today it was her turn to take the more submissive role, to surrender to control and give herself over to the game of passion.

The cool concrete floor felt under her bare feet as Mara slowly began to undress. A hint of excitement mingled with her tension as the fabrics of her clothes slid to the floor one by one. The soft sounds of the falling fabric were swallowed up by the silence of the room.

Finally, Mara stood naked in front of the St. Andrew's cross. Her skin shimmered in the dim light and the air was filled with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. She could feel Karla's gaze on her, a mixture of dominance and affection.

A moment of pause followed as Mara realized that she was showing herself in her vulnerability. It wasn't just the physical nakedness, but also the emotional openness that she was revealing to Karla. The silence in the room seemed to thicken as Mara dropped the last of her clothes.

As she stood in front of the St. Andrew's cross, she felt the gentle touch of Karla's hand on her skin. A shiver ran through her body as her lover's fingers gently stroked her curves. The game of devotion had begun and Mara found herself caught up in the intensity of the touch.

The coolness of the cross as she leaned against it made Mara feel her own heat more intensely. Every breath became a sensual dance, and the world around her blurred into the contours of desire. The room was right next to the central heating room, and the many heating pipes ensured a cozy temperature. The gentle draught of warm air on her skin intensified the sensual atmosphere as Karla carefully began to prepare the restraints.

The soft rustling of ropes cut through the silence as Karla's experienced hands began to secure Mara to the cross. The touch of the soft ropes on her skin created a pleasant tingling sensation that merged with the cozy warmth of the room. Mara felt the control slowly pass into her lover's hands.

As the final knots were tightened, Mara felt completely at her mercy. Standing tied to the St. Andrew's cross, enveloped in the pleasant warmth, created a mixture of arousal and trust. The darkness of the blindfold intensified her sensations and Mara found herself caught up in a game of the senses.