Room 217

“We of the BDSM community do love being extra.” Viv jokes, before she swings the door open, revealing the room inside.

…

“You~... are not kidding.” You tell Viv, before letting out a whistle that you couldn’t control from coming out, as you see what’s inside Room 217.

Before you is the most drab looking hotel room you’ve ever seen.

Brown curtains, brown leather chesterfield tub sofa chairs, cream colored victorian wallpaper, wooden furniture, including the four poster wooden bed frame, there’s even a flat screen TV that’s on top of a dresser just to make it look like any other cheap hotel room you can get anywhere in the country. Even the paintings on the wall seem as non eye-catching as possible. The non-distinctiveness of the room itself is definitely by design though, because it’s the other ‘room accents’ you immediately notice.

Next to the paintings are framed pegboards that display instruments of both **** and pleasure. One pegboard is for spanking implements: two kinds of canes (wooden and synthetic), a leather crop, a rubber club, two kinds of paddles (wooden and leather), a flogger, and, of course, a whip. Another pegboard is just a display of different dildos of varying shapes and sizes; while another is for tools of bondage: different kinds of cuffs (from police handcuffs to leather strap ones, to even pink fluffy ones), different kinds of rope (thick and rough looking ones, to smooth slim looking ones), as well as a common tool you weirdly find the most inelegant if used as a tool for bondage — duct tape.

The room also has other things that you’re a hundred percent sure are BDSM related, but can’t even identify properly. In front of the bed is what you can only describe as a saddle with a dildo attached in the middle. An open closet also has what you first thought was an ironing board, that upon further inspection, is definitely not that.

Lastly, but definitely the most extra ‘room accent’ in the room, are the two naked ladies already on the bed, with their faces down, and their asses up. Their hands are resting on their lower backs, bound together by leather straps. Their positions were so meticulously planned that their pussies were staring right at you as soon as you entered the room. Once you move closer to the bed, you can see that both ladies have blindfolds on already.

Viv looks at you for a moment, and you look back at her, waiting for her to tell you how to proceed. Viv looks back at them and takes another deep breath.

“‘Sup, bitches.” Viv greets the two women playfully.

“Hey, Viv.” Both girls greet her in return.

“Daddy, meet Erica and Riley.” Viv introduces the two women, the one on the left being Erica, and the one on right being Riley.

“Good evening, Daddy.” Erica and Riley both greet you as well. You can’t hide the surprise on your face from hearing pretty normal names, as you assumed they’d be ‘Slut 1 and Slut 2’ based on your past interaction with Becca and Viv. Viv picks up on your apparent confusion and asks you teasingly, “You were expecting Whorelei and Sluterella?”

“~Ooh, dibs on Whorelei.” Riley chimes in, nonchalantly having a normal conversation while she’s naked and blindfolded on a bed with her face down and ass up.

“I’m not into Sluterella, to be honest. If you’re Whorelei, can I be Whory? So we can be the Gilwhore Girls?” Erica replies, and it gets all three girls to laugh at their shared humor, while you remain confused at how comfortable they are while talking in their position.

“Relax, Daddy. All this is to get you comfortable.” Viv reminds you, chuckling at your obviously confused look.

“Is he weirded out that we’re talking normally?” Erica correctly guesses.

“I told you we should have met him downstairs first, Viv.” Riley tells Viv.

“Your suggestion last night was to pretend like you were picking him up, not just meeting him and discussing the play. That’s why we went with this plan.” Viv reminds Riley.

“I still don’t see what’s wrong with pretending like we’re picking him up.” Riley argues.

“Uh~...” You dare to jump into their conversation, getting Viv to look at you to speak. “Viv knows I would have probably picked up on that.” You tell Riley.

“Oh~, punny. My kinda guy.” Erica jokes, making you realize you made a pun on accident.

“He has a sexy voice too, don’t you think? Like he’ll send you to detention if you don’t do what he says.” Riley adds, boosting your ego a bit.

“Like I said last night, spontaneity is a no-go since he might chicken out.” Viv explains to Riley again.

“Wait, what?” You look at Viv accusingly, before she just raises her eyebrows at you in response. “Okay, yeah. I see your point.” You concede.

“Don’t worry about it, Daddy. Nerves are normal for neophytes.” Erica sympathizes with you. “It’s why the five of us decided that we should greet you this way so that you don’t back out; or if you did choose to back out, you would have done it the moment you saw our pussies through the door.” Erica explains.

“That makes sense… wait… five of us?” You react.

“Yeah. Me, Riley, Viv, Head Mistress Mercy, and Mistress Hoffman.” Erica answers you.

“You haven’t met Mercy yet, but we can introduce you after this.” Viv tells you.

“So you guys discussed last night how this is going to go already?” You ask them.

“Well, yes and no. We only discussed everything we needed to do before you entered the room.” Riley answers for you.

“Which is all that was necessary to discuss. It’s the beauty of preparing for a neophyte dom. As long as you’re willing to try the stuff they’re willing to do, you just enjoy the journey they take you on.” Erica explains.

“Viv told us you’re a natural though—” Riley informs you, taking you by surprise.

“I am?” You ask in shock, looking at Viv as you do.

“You are.” Viv answers, as she caresses your cheek.

“I thought I fucked you like a virgin?” You teasingly ask her, the hand on your cheek immediately slapping your chest.

“Well that’s news to us.” You hear Riley say with a hint of worry, but she also chuckles right after.

“You know I was kidding about that!” Viv reacts. “Besides, I was definitely referring to the time you had your way with all four of us girlfriends.” Viv reminds you.

“Pretty sure Cassie and Stella took control of that towards the end.” You remind her.

“Wow~.” Riley surprisingly reacts instead of Viv. “Becca wasn’t kidding that he has confidence issues.” Riley adds.

“Trust me Gilwhore Girls, he transforms in the bedroom. You won’t be disappointed.” Viv assures Riley.

“Hey, he comes highly recommended, and I’m here to get my submissive coochie wet. You won’t hear me complaining.” Riley reassures Viv right back.

“Ditto on what Whorelei said.” Erica jokes.

“Look, they’re game. I’m game. All the official girlfriends are game, even the pending ones are game. The only question left to ask is, are you actually game?” Viv asks you.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, similar to what Viv did earlier before entering the club.

“Like you said, if I was going to chicken out, it would have been when I first saw Erica and Riley’s poses, right? I can’t back out now.” You answer Viv confidently.

“There he is.” Viv says with a proud smile. “There’s my Daddy.” Viv adds, before giving you a kiss.

“Are we not going with Whorelei and Whory?” Riley asks jokingly.

“Alright, well, I’m going to get changed so we can get started. You can get to know Whorelei and Whory more if you want, or you can start without me. Your choice.” Viv tells you, before heading for the bathroom.

…

“So~... um~... you girls can sit normally if that position is uncomfortable.” You tell them, after a few seconds of awkward silence.

“Oh, don’t worry about me, Daddy. I had a dom who made me pose like this on his dining table for hours non-stop. Treated me like a centerpiece. He even ate lunch.” Erica recounts. Riley, on the other hand, lies on her back, before sitting up and Indian sits.

“Yeah, well, it was **** on my neck waiting like that, so I’m taking Daddy’s advice.” Riley answers.

“Oh, shit. Right. I remember how much I fucked my neck because of this pose.” Erica reveals, before sitting on the bed like Riley.

“How many hours did that dom make you pose like that to fuck with your neck?” You ask with curiosity.

“A few hours at least.” Erica replies.

“And he just… made you pose?” You ask, unable to understand the logic behind someone treating someone else like that.

“You mean we didn’t fuck in those few hours? No.” Erica answers honestly. “I got super horny from anticipation though.” Erica reveals.

“Really?” You ask in amazement.

“Yeah. It was such a power play. He loved ordering me to do poses that highlight my pussy and just place me in random spots in his home office like I’m decoration. He even teased me about how the next time we’ll do it, it’ll be in his office’s conference room so his employees can appreciate his favorite toy. I fucking loved it.” Erica answers, with adoration in her voice. “Too bad he was actually serious.” Erica recalls, but the adoration that was just in her tone was immediately replaced with disappointment.

“What do you mean?” You ask, confused at what you think are conflicting statements.

“I was only actually into the tease. I mean, maybe if he built up my trust more, I’d have done it. Like, you know, getting an employee of his to come to his home office and build it up that way; or maybe do it in his office conference room but not have employees come yet, you know? What he asked me to do was just too quick for the amount of trust I had in him.” Erica explains.

“And he started saying you were being a bad sub?” Riley asks to confirm.

“Bingo.” Erica answers, before they both chuckle at her misfortune.

“Some doms just don’t know when to escalate.” Riley says, her chuckle turning into a sigh.

“So I’m guessing you both have bad experiences about that?” You ask.

“Oh yeah. Are you kidding? Some doms make being a dom their entire personality and start to confuse play with real life. Start to act like if you say no to the more **** stuff, you’re suddenly a bad sub. That’s why I’m just club slutting now.” Riley explains.

“Why is that exactly?” You continue to ask, genuinely curious.

“It’s like the dating phase. Some doms are like some guys in the way that, during the first date, they put their best foot forward… to the point of inauthenticity, you know? They’re trying to charm you into liking them so that you’ll fuck them, right? Some doms are like that, but they’re trying to give you a great first impression so that they can fuck you how they want to fuck you the next time, and make it seem like you’re obligated to fuck them in some fucked up way you don’t like because they fucked you the way you liked.” Riley elaborates.

“I guess that makes sense.” You reply. “Do you girls usually share a dom too?” You continue to ask.

“No, we try not to. We don’t want to complicate our personal lives by introducing that into our dynamic.” Erica answers.

“What do you mean?” You can’t help but ask.

“Riley and I have been friends since college, and we share an apartment now. We don’t want to send the wrong message to a dom that we’re looking for a throuple or something.” Erica explains.

“But like I said earlier, you come highly recommended. Plus, knowing your relationship status, we don’t run that risk of complicating our situation since you’re only doing this for Viv and Becca.” Riley explains.

Becca and Riley’s answers remind you of Viv’s situation with her former dom, who is your cousin Celeste’s current boyfriend; and how all of that could have been avoided if Viv had the forethought these two obviously much younger girls have.

…

Before you realize it, the awkward silence returned again while you were thinking.

“Hey, Daddy.” Erica thankfully breaks the awkward silence for you.

“Yeah?” You ask.

“Is it cool if I take off the blindfold for now? You can put it back on again later when we start. I’m just really curious what you look like.” Erica asks.

“You’re really going to forgo the mystery!?” Riley asks, surprise mixed with offense in her voice.

You don’t really mind, since anonymity seems pointless when you think about it. They know you’re dating Viv and prospectively Becca, so there’s a chance you’ll be back here again once this whole thing with Becca’s dad is resolved. Not to mention, you’re curious about what these young girls look like without the blindfolds on as well.

You take Erica’s blindfold off as she requests. She blinks her eyes to adjust to the light, which is thankfully dimmed, so it doesn’t take her long to adjust.

“Oh~, he’s handsome Ry. He’s exactly your type.” Erica teases Riley, and you can’t help but rub the back off your neck, slightly embarrassed at the compliment from Erica.

“Oh, fuck you! Now I have to see what he looks like!” Riley tells Erica.

“You really don’t have to if you don’t want to. You can keep it on and just imagine whatever it is you think I look like.” You tease Riley, getting Erica to laugh.

“You sound a lot like this teacher I had back in high school that I had a huge crush on. That’s who I’m imagining.” Riley informs you.

“That explains the detention comment earlier.” You say, chuckling.

“It’s because he kept giving me detention!” Riley explains, laughing as she does. “Granted, I used to do stupid shit just to get his attention, so I don’t blame him. I just wish he punished me personally.” Riley jokingly admits, getting Erica to laugh with her.

“I can work with that.” You jokingly say. “What did you want him to do to you back then?” You ask, playing along.

“I just wanted him to bend me over his desk, lift my skirt up, and just spank me over and over until my cheeks turned red. Then I want him to grab me by my hair and make me shout — ‘I’ve been a bad girl, Mr. Craig. Punish me! Punish me more!” Riley fantasizes, making her and Erica laugh hard.

You, on the other hand, obviously noticed the name Riley shouted out in her fantasy.

You take the blindfold off to confirm your suspicion, and once Riley’s eyes adjust, her look of recognition is undeniable.

“MR. CRAIG!?”