Fun scenes to watch

The room is setup like a large sex dungeon theme. Nothing overly original with deep reds and black color over the various stations of crosses, benches, lifts, tables, etc. Each one has a discrete table with sanitizing & equipment and prominent examples of tools for the area displayed or mounted somewhere. The tools were of varying qualities, but most were far below the quality of the patron’s personal equipment, so they added nicely to the aesthetics.

Many stations are occupied, but as usually, Fiona is stealing most people’s attention as Greg has been going at her on the spanking bench. The poor excuse for a toga is gone and the closest thing to clothing remaining on Fi are the cuffs holding her arms and ankles in place and the leather strap over the back of her waist. Seeing her wiggle against the straps, Vyki is reminded of Fi’s session with Paul and how she moved many times resulting in missed strikes. While fun, she did remember Paul having to get stern with her to protect her own body; something she still hasn’t learned.

Vyki was so enraptured with enjoying the scenes, she nearly jumped out of her dress when she heard and almost lecherous, “hello, Molly!” from behind them. Turning around, Vyki realized they were sitting in front of the Four Whoresmen (as they called themselves) on their usual perch on the couches and recliners of the viewing area.

“Oh, Sir Ian!” Molly said politely, “it's been so long! How have you been?” She walked over leaning down to give the man a hug. Out of the 4 of them, Ian was the closest thing to ‘normal’ one might categorize.

“Been pretty good. Just glad to finally see people out and about again. Even as hermits it can get boring alone at home,” Ian stated. “And who is your lovely friend?”

“Of course,” Molly said stepping back to stand next to Vyki, “this is my sister-in-law, Vyki. Vyki this Sir Ian, Doc Mock, Mr. Lance, and Sir Gin.”

Vyki nervously waved at them and said, “hello, Sirs.”

Looking from the side, Lance continued on, “so, who’s collar do you wear, little Vyk?”

Molly immediately jumped in as Vyki instinctively reached up to touch the tag on her collar, “she is under Daddy Lou’s protection. She’s still really new, but he agreed to let her come with me if she behaves and sticks to her rules.”

Vyki looked at her sideways as she knew what the next inevitable question was, and she worried what the answer would be. Gin was the one to ask, “and what are her rules?”

Molly was afraid of this. She had worked up her own list in her head but didn’t talk to Vyki about this before; however, she knew she had to give Vyki cover from these 4. “Unfortunately, as she’s new they’re largely a look but don’t touch type. She’s allowed to watch and do basic, vanilla serving, but things like bondage, scening, and cocks are all off limits.”

“What?!? No play time for the poor girl,” Doc Mock interjected, “that’s downright inhumane.”

Molly quickly back tracked, “oh that’s just while she’s here; new environment and all. Lou and she have been like rabbits around our place.” Molly said with a nervous giggle.

The 4 of them were an odd group. They’d known each other for over a decade and seem to pal up very nicely. They all periodically had girls with them, but none of them ever seemed to have a serious relationship with anyone though. It was a common assumption that they were well off and that more than one of their companions were there for monetary compensation. None of them were exactly ugly, but average would be a good analogy for them, and several of the girls could easily be models putting them way out of their assumed ‘league’.

Several people rumored that they were lovers with each other, but they all quickly laughed that off and never showed any sign of physical affection other than a quick guy hug in greeting. Yet, for the past 10 years, even in their sporadic attendance, Molly & Vyki could not recall a time when all four of them were not at the dungeon, often watching from these seats. They never overstepped their bounds, they would occasionally tease a sub verbally, but stopped if the joking were uncomfortable for them. They didn’t play often, but when they did, their skills often seemed at the highest level. In the end, they were always respectful just a bit... odd.

Written off as harmless, Molly said their goodbyes and the girls turned to leave. As they walked off, Lance called out, “Vyki, if you ever need somewhere to rest that peach, I’ll be happy to provide a spot,” he said adjusting his seating. He was pushing a floor pillow out with his feet, but he was also thrusting his hips up as he did that indicating either could be his meaning. Vyki just blushed and turned to quickly catch up with Molly.

Molly whispered, “don’t worry, they’re all bark and no bite.... unless you ask for it. They’ll adhere to your limits regardless.”

“Speaking of which, was it necessary to go into that much detail to those guys?!?” Vyki harsh whispered to Molly.

Molly just grinned at her ‘sister’, “It's not like it was a lie. Besides, you know the rules will be specific; just give them a hint and they’ll get the gist. If you leave it blank, they won’t believe you.”

The ease at which Molly was finding ways to make the deception believable was a little worrisome to Vyki, but she was glad Molly was at least there to provide the cover.

Walking into the next room, Vyki was always surprised how many au naturel people gravitated to the ‘nature’ room. However, being Halloween, the satyrs and apparent nymphs were an interesting flavor. There were always creative uses of the ‘tree house’, swings, tree stumps, and other in-theme items, but the use of .... flora along with their standard attire always left Molly & Paul as outsiders to them. Maybe another time, but they kept going to the next area.

Stepping in the immediate thumping music and smoke hovering on the floor may give the impression this was the Halloween themed room, but this is pretty much how it looked year-round. At the moment, there were good whipping sessions going on that caught the couple’s attention. One in particular was an old friend of theirs. Wallace was always impressive how he was able to kiss his target even at the long tail range and both Molly & Vyki were admiring his usual target Wendy taking so many strikes. Her back clearly indicated her delirious yelps and moans were well earned. They both appeared to lean into their names for costumes today with Wallace in a kilt & boots and Wendy in a cartoonish red wig with curled braided pigtails & nothing else; the wig appeared to have a couple of stray hairs that may have been from near misses or her shaking. Regardless, the suspension bar kept her in generally the same location regardless. Molly & Vyki took seats on a couple of stools near the back to observe some of the more **** punishments in the venue.

However, after a particularly solid crack from a whip and a collapsing surgical tool table that was knocked over seemed to push something in Molly’s head. Seeing Vyki engrossed in the shows and enjoying herself, Molly told her she needed to use the little girls’ room and headed off. Vyki should have known it was odd of her to go alone and not together, but her fogged brain was enjoying things she figured Molly was just stepping away quickly and be right back. If Vyki had bothered to watch Molly leave, she probably would have seen her reach for her head as a crack rang out while she stepped through the door.

As Wallace took a few more strikes, he then proceeded to pause and walk up on his girl. Running his hand around her back admiring his illustrated canvas, Wendy immediately shivered and moaned out deep. Leaning over her shoulder, she turned her head and with an almost animalistic hunger, she reached out with her lips to devour his lips. In a few moments, they were quickly making out deeply. Vyki could feel her pulse quicken as she watched this heavy makeup session. As if an amazing magician, Vyki was momentarily perplexed as to how he could maneuver her head with one hand while teasing her breasts with the other while the tail of the whip splayed out between them. However, following the path of the braided straps, it because obvious as to where the handle was disappearing between her thighs.

Vyki found herself rocking on the stool enjoying the show, biting her lip trying not to verbalize her moans watching the intimate cool-down between the couple as he slowly undid her wrists. Seeing her collapse onto his shoulders as her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs unable to keep her weight elevated. Wallace picks her up, his prize whip dangling beneath her like a tail as he takes her over to a couch to relax.

Vyki’s eyes then moved to the yelps of a girl being flogged in the corner. The administrator of the strokes tended to try for more flare and landed with a descent thud, but a lot of momentum was being pulled by the flair of his togs. She leaned forward on the table in front of her and watched with pure enticement as her breaths seemed to follow the swish of each flog.

However, Vyki’s vision abruptly interrupted as a muscular man in vinyl shorts took up the rack station between Vyki and the flogging. He was clearly preparing the station with his companion in the fishnet catsuit. The man whispered something into the girl’s ear and they both turned to look directly at Vyki. The man got an evil looking grin, and the girl seductively licked her lips. As he stood up straight and took a step towards Vyki, she looked around for a sign of Molly or other safe spot. Unsure she was ready to talk to a stranger in this scenario, Vyki pushed the stool back and quickly left the room to go find a Molly or at least a ‘safer’ spot.