Bdsm escape room

One day you came across a site online that amazed you, an adult rated escape room. They changed between various fetishes over time, but each was daring and exciting. You loved the idea, with your natural competitive steak and boredom of the mundane sexual adventure of high school, you couldn’t wait to give it a try once you turned 18. Now that you were, you took the chance on your first free weekend to drive into the city and have a go at it.

You continue driving, thinking of what you had seen previously. They filmed all the contestants runs, and those who won got a large cash prize at the end. The majority though, never finished and suffered filmed humiliation for all the internet to see.

You show up to the building, a large warehouse in the middle of the workers district. You find a parking lot across the street with only two small cars and a windowless van, and get out. The entrance is a large metal door with a security camera above, and a simple sign proclaiming “Entrance to the Maze.” Entering the front door, there is a small room with a receptionist booth, manned by a very effeminate little Hispanic twink. He was wearing a stylized jean jacket, torn right fitting jeans, and a shirt bedazzled with a puppy on the front. As he sees you enter, he obviously checks you out while sucking on the end of his pen, before asking “Hi sweetie, walk in or online registered.”

You straighten up, not sure if you are on camera yet or not. “Walk in.” You respond. He gathers up various paperwork for you to fill out, and then asks if you know the theme for the week.