Chapter 64 - 64 (1/2)

Once again our outfits were rather conservative compared to all the other subs. Even compared to how little some of the other Doms were dressed. The outfits they had on were mostly leather or leather varieties. Although a few looked like they were just coming from work and were wearing suits and ties.

Despite having been there once before, my eyes were everywhere, and I couldn't take it in fast enough. I held a new appreciation for what was going on down here and every little part of it had me intrigued.

At the same time, I was slightly overwhelmed. I wasn't sure if I should stare or keep my eyes down and away from the scenes. It slowly dawned on me that most of these people wanted their play to be in full view of everyone. Once that was made clear I felt a lot less guilty about my nosiness.

I was grateful for the deafening music this time. The noise helped to drown out my gasps when I saw something that either horrified or aroused me. Moans and screams were the only sounds you could hear above the music, and they came from all around us.

After the third time of almost running into Lizzie's back, I was forced to my eyes forward as Jordan led the way slowly through the place.

Whenever Jordan stopped to talk to someone, I used those moments to look around without worrying about injuring myself or someone else.

My eyes got hooked on a scene off to the side. Lizzie caught the direction of my gaze and leaned over to whisper in my ear.

”That's Mistress Kara and that's her sub, Alex. He is being punished because he tried to pick a fight with another sub last weekend for use of the whipping pole. It was wild to see.”

I was horrified at the idea of being whipped. I turned away and paid attention to the people that were approaching Jordan. They were a much older couple with wisps of gray hair curling around their heads and the crinkling laughter lines to match their age.

”Jordan, how are you doing young man?” The older gentleman said as he nodded to his wife who took her stance right behind him.

Obviously, she was a well-trained sub and I smiled shyly at her. I was greatly intrigued by her choice of outfit. It was a replica of a Las Vegas showgirl and, though it was intended for women much younger than her, she seemed to make it sparkle. She smiled unabashedly back at me, very much not shy about who and what she was. She kind of reminded me of my grandma and that thought had me smothered a giggle. It was a very amusing image of my combat boot-wearing grandma kneeling at my grandpa's feet.

Jordan and this gentleman talked for a bit about sports teams and politics. I found the conversation very boring especially since it was so noisy that I could hardly hear it.

I turned my attention back to the room unable to ignore the place even if I had tried.