Chapter 67 - 67 (1/2)

A Dom was tying up his sub to an x like cross causing the sub to be spread eagle. She was a petite little thing so, at first, her feet barely touched the floor. I noticed her Master redid the restrains until she was flat-footed. He pulled them tight, and I noticed how her breathing picked up when she tried to move and couldn't.

I was innocent enough that I panicked for a second, then I noticed her Dom stepped up to talk to her for a minute. Her breathing immediately calmed down and she smiled at him to show she was doing fine. The man picked up a whip with a small handle and a bunch of little straps hanging from it.

”It's called a flogger. It's one of the main reasons for a St. Andrews cross is to either be whipped or flogged. For this young lady she only likes the gentle flogger,” said a voice directly in my ear.

I turned to find a big hefty guy that I hadn't notice before who was sitting a little too close to me. He was wearing a cheap-looking leather vest and a pair of leather pants that showed way too much. His hair was greasy and slicked back looking like he hadn't washed it in about a month, although sadly, I was pretty sure it was intentional.

His eyes looked too bright for my own likening as if he'd had something other than alcohol in him. I felt his eyes drag up and down my body making me wish I could run and find the nearest shower.

I was barely able to cover my revolution with a polite smile and nodded my thanks for the information. I turned away from him as far as I could and hoping that if I ignored him then he would go away.

I focused on a Dom bending a male sub across a sawhorse. The Master locked some cuffs to the subs wrist and ankles leaving him no room to move without tipping over. It was very sweet to see this Master also stopped to speak to the sub and only continued when he got a nod. He walked around behind him and began delivering some blows erratically across the bottom of the sub with his hands.

I became vastly interested in the purpose of the erratic stroke and I had known from what Reed had done I quite enjoyed being spanked but this Master seemed to make an art out of it. I could take my eyes away from how each blow turned the bottom of the sub pink and I could tell by the jutting erection that the sub was quite enjoying it as well.

”He's warming the man up for the paddle he'll take to his ass. They do this first every time they come in apparently it's a great reward for the fag,” this disgusting man beside me huffed and his disdain for the gay couple was obvious.

”Well, you do realize there is a whole bar here so you can take yourself to the other end,” I snapped at him. ”As for me, I'd truly enjoy watching the rest of the show. It's very beautiful and I don't want that dampened by a man who obviously feels threatened by that.”

My anger getting the best of me and once again I ignored the warning bells going off in my head. I would have tolerated the huge greasy beast if he had sat there quietly. But, his ignorant slur was too much for me to handle.

His eyes blazed with anger, and he sputtered for a second but never came to fruition. So, I turned my attention back to the scenes I could see and ignored the waste of space beside me. Thinking he would actually leave if I ignored him was my first mistake. Not paying any attention to him was my second. The next thing I knew he was right in front of me.

”Kneel, sub,” he shouted.