Lauren raised her arms in mock victory. “That brings my score to five. I’ll take it!”
The crowd applauded as she exited the gauntlet, flushed and grinning.
Emily leaned toward Alec. “What does the winner get?”
“A sash and a scene of their choice. Losers have to run the gauntlet again. No feathers or velvet in round two. It’s dom’s choice which means leather, wood, and sting. Knowing Lauren, if she wins, she’ll ask to run the losers’ gauntlet in her sash—several times.”
“Is she a masochist?” she asked, half joking.
“Yep. If she doesn’t leave at the end of the night with a sore ass, she’s not happy.”
When her mouth fell open, Alec gently nudged her chin closed with his finger. “We’ve got all kinds here, baby. Every kink, every craving. No judgment.” He held out his arm. “Shall we explore more?”
Emily’s pulse quickened as they approached the next velvet rope.Inside the station stood a tall, three-sided mirror. A naked submissive faced her own reflection, spine straight, breath shallow.
A dom approached, selecting a token from a crystal bowl.
“Welcome toMirror, Mirror,” Alec murmured.
Emily leaned in. “What’s the game?”
“The dominant draws from the bowl—impact, sensation, or toy. The sub doesn’t know what’s coming. But she gets to watch herself unravel. That’s the twist.”
A wand glided up the sub’s belly and over her breasts. “Don’t move,” the dom ordered. “I want you to watch, to feel, to see yourself shatter under my control.”
A loud buzzing filled the air, and he pressed the rounded head to her pussy. She trembled visibly, legs shaking.
“She’ll get a score,” Alec murmured. “He’ll rate everything, breathing, skin flush, nipple hardness… all the way to orgasm.”
“Most responsive wins?” she asked.
“Exactly. Losers can try again—or accept a fitting punishment.”
“What kind of punishment?”
Alec smirked. “Depends on the dominant. Some may send them through the gauntlet. Others could make them wear a ‘Needs Training’ sash. A few might assign a scene with a stricter hand.”
Emily watched as the dom’s fingers sank into the sub’s hair, holding her head still. “Eyes on the mirror, girl,” he ordered, hitting the switch again. The buzzing grew louder.
The sub gasped, body tense, fingers curling into fists.
“She won’t last much longer,” Emily whispered.
“They never do with the wand. She’ll see herself unravel,” Alec said. “That’s the point. It’s not just about sensation—it’s about self-awareness. Vulnerability. Exhibition.”
She couldn’t look away, transfixed by the sub’s surrender, her knees buckling, the dom catching her as her body jerked. Then holding her, stroking her gently and speaking low for the sub’s ears only.
When Emily swayed slightly, Alec’s arm slid around her waist, drawing her against him.
“You’re practically panting, and I can see the pulse in your throat racing,” he murmured. “You’re aroused by this game, little subbie. Should I add our names to the list?”
Emily licked her lips, desire warring with uncertainty. “Can I see it all before I decide?”
“Of course.” He brushed his finger along her jaw, the gesture featherlight. He tipped her face up and brushed his lips over hers. “Ready to continue?”
“Will there be more scenes like this?”
“Probably.”
