BDSM Club

You follow the directions into an industrial park in the other side of the tracks. You pass rows and rows of warehouses until you find the proper address. A man stands out front in a security uniform. He motions for you to lower your window. When you do he says, "park out back and out of sight please. Backdoor entry only tonight." You think he winks at Ashley before motioning for you to proceed.

"Daddy, this place is creepy," Ashley says as you pull around to the back. Dozens of cars are parked in back and you see a steel door with a board over it with the word "Gantlet" scrawled across the top with spray paint.

You think to yourself "this is how horror movies end" but say to Ashley, "it'll be fine, Ash. I'm sure it'll be fine." You aren't sure it's going to be fine. Still, you're so close to the end you're committed to seeing what's inside the building.

Ashley grabs your hand and squeezes tightly as you approach the door. You head inside and down a hall. You hear music getting louder as you approach another steel door. Opening the door reveals a desk and a woman decked out in a French maid uniform behind it. A black collar with a giant ring grips her neck.

"Welcome to The Gantlet," she says cheerfully. "Have you visited before?"

"No," you say honestly, "this is our first time."

"Oh, wonderful, we love virgins," she winks and places paperwork in front of the two of you. "I'll just need you to read and sign these forms. You're basically absolving us from any responsibility for anything that might happen due to whatever you get up to inside our walls."

Ashley reads through the paperwork. You ask, "Is that a common problem?"

She smirks, "rarely. It all depends on how hard you play."

You read the form. It's basic rules of protocol. Unless your name tag says otherwise you'll get consent from anyone in the venue. You'll respect boundaries. The venue isn't responsible for anything that happens between two consenting adults. No prostitution. So on and so forth. Ashley watched you and when you sign she signs.

"I only have a couple of questions so I can determine your badges for the night," she says. "What are you to one another?"

"I'm sorry, what do you mean?" You ask not understanding the question.

"I'm guessing she's the subby one in the relationship. Is she just a sub? Or is she your ****, your slut, your ponygirl..."

"He's my Daddy!" Ashley blurts out. You're shocked and embarrassed.

"Got it," the woman says without missing a beat. "DD/lg. Okay, so is she exclusively your little girl, free use, or permission required?"

You're pretty sure you know what she's asking. Ashley squeezes your arm and looks at you. "Exclusive, Daddy."

You fret for a moment because you aren't sure that's what the blackmailer would want. "Uhm, I think permission required."

The woman smiles. "Daddy knows what's best, dear. Once you're inside you might find a playmate who has a toy they want to share with you. Permission required is an excellent default for all subby little girls."

Ashley pouts at you. She clearly feels betrayed.

The woman digs through her drawer and pulls out two name tags. One is pink with a gold star on it. She places that one in front of Ashley. The other is black with a green tie on it. "Pinks means little girl and gold star means permission required. Black means Dominant and the green tie means 'Daddy.' Go ahead and write your names on the badges."

As you write your names she takes the paperwork and looks it over. "Oh! One last thing. I'll need to see you're i.d.s While I don't doubt you're both over 18," she winks at you, "we're required to check everyone who comes through the door."

You're hesitant about turning over your license. She'll see that you both share the same last name. Ashley slides her license across the table. "Come now," the woman says, "we're all kinksters here, Daddy. Don't be shy."

You sigh and take your license out of your wallet. You place it next to Ashley's and she picks them both up. The woman arches an eyebrow. "Oh," she says. "Hm, so how long have you been roleplaying Dominant Daddy and little girl?"

"Um," you're at a loss for words. She's clearly onto you.

"Two months," Ashley, again, blurts out the answer. "We, um, we met shortly after my eighteenth birthday. On the Internet. We didn't know each other before that. At all."

"Hm" the woman says, "I'm sure that's completely true." She hands back your licenses. "Well, like I said, we're all kinksters here. And there's room for everyone." She looks directly at you. "Even Daddys and their daughters." She pushes a buzzer and the door next to you slides open. "Have a lovely time. Once you enter you'll find a Gantlet Ambassador wearing a white sash. They'll be able to give you the tour."

"Daddys and their daughters" repeats over and over again in your head as Ashley takes your hand. She knows. You feel a chill run up your spine wondering if you'll exit the building tonight and face the red and blue flashing lights of police. You start to doubt everything. It was never right but at the least when it was in your home between yourself, Ashley, and the blackmailer it was a secret. Now this random stranger knows and is probably whispering it to everyone else in the club. And just as the instinct to run starts to yell in your brain the thought is interrupted by a flamboyant "Hellloooooo! Welcome to The Gantlet! I'm Lothario and I'll be your guide to help you figure out what sort of mischief you'd like to get up to."

Lothario is dressed in a leather harness with matching tight leather shorts. You try not to gasp when you look down and see the shorts have a ring where he's pulled his cock and balls through so they hang out for the whole world to see. Ashley is staring with her mouth agape. Lothario smiles at Ashley's awe. "See something you like sweetie? Sorry, but your Daddy's more my type." He winks at her and she shakes her head and apologizes for staring. He replies that he doesn't mind, "my junk wouldn't be free if I didn't want people to look at it. Anywho, if you'll just follow me I'll lead you on a tour of our various roleplay rooms and to the main hall."

Room 1: Littles Room

The first room is for ageplay. The room is designed like a playroom. It's filled with toys, both childish and adult, two adult sizes changing table, boxes of diapers, a couple of adult sizes cribs, a bunk bed, some beans bag chairs, and, of course, several adults pretending to be ages ranging from toddlers to tween.

"If you want to drop your little girl off hear she'll find plenty of playmates. Unfortunately, this room is for Littles only until 10:30 p.m. At 10 p.m. this room hosts a naughty game of truth or dare with caregivers encouraged to walk-in on the misbehaving children at 10:30."

Room 2: Furries

This room is designed to look like a forest clearing. Several individuals in fursuits are inside chatting and hanging out.

"The Inventory Booth rents out fursuits. We charge a small fee to cover any cleaning costs that might come from yiffing."

Room 3: The Stables

A large room with several stables and a small obstacle course. A number of people are inside with some dressed up in pony gear acting like...well...ponies. A couple dressed as trainers trots them around the room using crops to keep them in line.

"This room might be a little advanced for the two of you. However, I'm sure they'd let your little girl feed a pony sugar cubes if she wants."

Room 4: Rope

This room features a number of frames. Two are currently used with women suspended and bound by rope. Near the back of the room a woman is bound to a chair while a man has his way with her.

"They look like art, Daddy," Ashley says staring at the two women wrapped in rope and hanging from the frames.

Room 5: Fucking Room

This room is filled with people in various states of fucking.

"If you decide to remove the permission requirements from your little girl you can toss her in this room," Lothario says with a grin. Ashley clutches your arm tightly.

The Main Hall

When you walk into the Main Hall you're greeted by the sound of flesh being hit with flogs and blunt objects. The sound of people whimpering in both pain and bliss. The sound of chains and shackles. The sound of moans and groans. What you see matches what you hear. People in various states in undress, many straight up naked, are partaking in any number of activities. Subs are being whipped, flogged, spanked, and paddled. Others are being shocked with violent wands or tens units. In one corner you see people being poked with needles. In yet another, a woman is spread on the floor while her partner drips hot wax on her body. And in another part of the room a man, a woman, and a transwoman are having a loud threesome on a large bed. You've barely seen anything like it on porn sites. And here you are watching it all unfold next to Ashley who's gripping you tightly. She's probably thinking what you're thinking...how are you going to follow the blackmailer's orders and choose two activities.

"Well, that's the end of your tour," Lothario says, "now it's up to the two of you to decide what you want to do. Oh, and Daddy, if you want me I'll be in the fucking room." he winks at you. Ashley giggles seeing another man flirt with you.

"So," you say looking down at Ashley who's staring wide-eyed at the events unfolding before her, "what do you want to try?"