anything she’d experienced before.
She’d spent the first part of the morning holed up in Thalia’s office with Andy, searching through the members’ files for a possible suspect. Then Thalia had suggested she visit the security office, telling her the guards might have more up-to-date scuttlebutt on any bad feelings between members. While the retired army major in charge of the detail talked, she’d found her eyes drifting to the security cameras monitoring the public areas. One screen displayed two men pleasuring each other, and a second showed a room that looked like a doctor’s office with a man lying on an examination table. His cock stiffened as soon as the “nurse” snapped on a pair of latex gloves. A third monitor displayed a woman giving a man a blowjob while another man fucked her from behind.
It was like driving past a car accident-she didn’t want to watch, but she couldn’t stop herself.
She hadn’t noticed that the chief of security left her alone in his office. She hadn’t noticed Thalia join her. But she had noticed that she couldn’t stop watching. Eventually she realized her hand was buried between her legs, pressing against her clit, her hips arching to increase the pressure.
And then the man from behind spanked the woman’s behind, leaving a bright red handprint. Once. Twice. She didn’t need the sound to be turned up to know the woman came when he spanked her a third time. Her hands frantically clutching at the hips of the man in front of her, the woman’s whole body shuddered and jerked.
“Do you want to see more?” Thalia had asked. “I can teach you what excites Sam. Or perhaps you just wish to learn more about your own sexuality, understand your own triggers to arousal?”
At Rosie’s flustered nod, they’d left the security office through a door on the opposite wall instead of going back through the office area. Thalia wheeled through the Rotunda, slowing so Rosie could observe a Master and his slave who knelt on the dais in front of him, pointing to the way the slave presented herself. She slowed again to watch a Domme training her sub in the grotto, each time murmuring quiet notes of instruction to Rosie before moving on.
By the time Sam had picked her up that afternoon, she’d been hornier than a mountain goat and they’d spent the evening exploring her boundaries. Once he was safely ensconced in his office the next day, she’d phoned Thalia and gone back for private lessons. As she had the day after that. And the next day too. She’d learned where a sub should look, and where they shouldn’t, of how she should stand, how to kneel, tilting her pelvis to expose her pussy. But the main emphasis of Thalia’s lessons was centered on letting go of her inhibitions. Of embracing her body and her sexuality. Of granting herself permission to embrace the pleasure instead of repressing her arousal.
On the fifth day, Thalia opened a cabinet, revealing a dozen different styles of floggers. “As Sam’s partner, you must be trained in how to use one of these.”
Unable to visualize Sam ever submitting himself to a flogger, Rosie nodded and listened as Thalia explained the different types of devices-rabbit skin to moose hide, riding crop to bullwhip. Thalia then positioned a velour pillow on a strangely shaped bench that vaguely reminded Rosie of the one in Sam’s private suite. “Try imagining the place you want to hit before you strike. The tails will leave a track so you can see how accurate you are.”
It was tougher than Rosie had thought it would be. After she’d finally mastered the placement of her blows, Thalia called Spencer into the suite and ordered him to strip. Without saying a word, he’d obeyed his mistress, revealing a well-toned body with an elaborate ivy tattoo that trailed from his shoulder, down his chest and around his hip, its end embedded in the deep cleft between his buttocks. He knelt in the middle of the room, his thighs wide apart, his eyes discreetly lowered, his hands clasped behind his back.
“Spencer,” Thalia had said. “I understand you watched Mistress Grace and her sub at play earlier this morning.”
“Yes, My Lady.”
Thalia proceeded to question Spencer, determining that although he hadn’t specifically disobeyed her, he had allowed the sub to fondle him at Grace’s instructions.
“You’d only said I mustn’t pleasure myself, my lady. And as you instructed, I didn’t come,” Spencer had said proudly.
“But you found pleasure in it. And thus went against my instructions. For that, you will receive twenty stripes of the flogger. And I think I shall enforce your chastity.” Thalia handed him a strange looking device of acrylic and metal and ordered him to attach it.
Rosie watched, half fascinated half horrified as Spencer wrapped the acrylic ring around his scrotum, cinching it so his balls drew away from his body, then enclosed his cock within the metal chamber that would prevent him from having an erection.
Once Thalia gave her approval to his effort, Spencer bent over the angled bench that left him with his ass high in the air, and his head nearly to the floor, waiting passively as Thalia locked him in place. She then turned to Rosie and gestured to the flogger she’d been using. “Mistress Rosalinda will be administering your punishment today, Spencer.”
Rosie started to protest but Thalia shook her head.
“You must practice, Rosie. In a controlled environment.”
If it was possible for Spencer to look even prouder in that position, he did. “I would be honored to receive your punishment, Mistress Rosalinda.”
Gripping the braided handle, she’d brought it down across his buttocks and cringed at the sharp sound and the red trails that bloomed on his skin.
“Thank you, Mistress,” Spencer whispered. The bench had been designed with an opening for his cock, and she could see through the hole that his cock had inflated and was straining against its metal bonds. The device must be causing him even more pain than she was with her flogger.
By the tenth strike, Spencer’s ass was bright red and drops of liquid quivered on the end of his cock. And Rosie was so turned on, she was having trouble breathing. She looked at Thalia in confusion. “I have to go…”
“Don’t be embarrassed, Rosie,” Thalia said quietly. She took the flogger from Rosie’s hand, allowing Rosie to flee the room and seek the solitude of the office once more.
While she wasn’t prepared to be publicly paraded through the halls as Sam’s submissive, maybe it was time for her to experience more of what Sam might require of her.
Pity she couldn’t go back to Sam’s private suite and sneak out a flogger. Maybe Thalia might give her one. Except Sam would not recognize it and ask where she’d got it. And then she’d have to admit she’d left the office area that first day, and her subsequent visits.
But Sam had a secret store of things at home, didn’t he? That night he’d blindfolded her, he’d come up with leather restraints and what she realized now was probably the tails of a flogger. And before the party, he’d produced that butt plug and harness. So there had to be some sort of hidden cabinet somewhere in the apartment.
Ideas flitting through her mind, she called the office and left a message with Sandy that she was heading out to do some shopping.
After hitting a mall, and a few other specialty stores, she dropped her bags in Sam’s condo, then checked in with Scott, snagging the blueprints to Sam’s apartment.
It took her fifteen minutes studying the blueprints to notice how Sam’s apartment didn’t quite align with the walls in 1202. It took her another forty-five minutes to find the hidden panel concealing the keypad in the closet, and thirty more to crack the code to open the door.
The heavy bulletproof door swung open soundlessly revealing not just a cabinet, but an entire room.
“Holy crap.”
About the size of his bathroom, the safe room was equipped with everything needed to last out an attack including a bed that folded into the wall, a toilet and phone which was probably hooked up to a second line separate from the main one. But Sam had added a few extra touches, like a bench exactly the same as the one Spencer had been restrained on in Thalia’s suite. Hooks gleamed from various heights on the opposite wall and even on the ceiling. Several cabinets had been built in, but there were no floggers or whips in artful arrangements the way they had been in Sam’s private suite. Damn it, surely he had something here he could use.
The first cabinet held clothing. Leather pants with laces and zippers that extended all the way around the crotch, a variety of vests, some leather, some black satin. There were laced jock straps, harnesses and belts. She opened the first drawer of the second cabinet, revealing various sized dildos and butt plugs. The two drawers below contained numerous ball gags and bits, cock rings, leashes, and hoods both full masks and half masks, and all types of restraints. The fourth draw contained the motherlode-a collection of floggers, some furry-rabbit skin, others of soft leather.
