Honestly, that’s the main reason I wanted to come here. I came across some Shabari porn last year and I’ve kinda become obsessed. I’ve tried to teach myself some basic knots and ties but honestly, it doesn’t do the same thing for me as someone else doing it. Not like I’ve ever found anyone willing to do so.
Chicken shits.
Naomi rushes up the stairs behind me, a level of excitement to her steps that I didn’t expect from her as we leave Arianna to fend for herself.
Love you babe.
We all knew we’d split off as soon as we got here. Which is why we agreed to text each other if any of us were leaving and we’d all meet up at the hotel room later. Hopefully not too soon.
When we get to the top of the stairs, a man is standing there with a kind smile on his face and an iPad in his hand.
“Welcome. What desires can we fulfill for you today?”
“Are you on the menu?” I flirt because god he’s gorgeous. He’s giving businessman meets model.
He gives me a gracious smile but shakes his head.
“Unfortunately not, but two beauties like you should have no trouble finding company for the night. Do you have any rooms, kinks or demonstrations you’re interested in? We have sense depravation rooms, exhibitionism/voyeurism displays, group play, bondage?—”
“Bondage! Definitely bondage,” I say a little too enthusiastically.
He smiles politely as he gestures towards a set of elevators.
“Next floor up, second door on your right.”
“Thank you!” I smile as I go to step away when I hear Naomi shyly speak.
“What kind of sense depravation rooms do you have? Or, like, what are they?”
The guy gives her an understanding nod as he speaks.
“We have a dark room where anyone can step inside and be immersed in the moment. We also have an array of toys to take away senses as well as a glory hole room and?—”
“Glory holes? That’s a thing?” Naomi asks, not near the amount of disgust in her tone as I think she’d hope to convey.
“Oh, very much so. They are pleasurable for both parties, a certain anonymity where you can just…be,” the man says.
Naomi’s eyes come to me, and I try to hide my surprise. Look at this kinky little virgin go.
“The glory hole room is just down this hall to your left,” he says as he gestures behind himself.
“Meet you back at the hotel?” I ask her.
She looks to me, a tint of embarrassment splashing across her cheeks as she nods before scurrying off down the hall.
Smiling to myself, I step into the elevator, hitting the next floor as the doors close. When they open once more, I follow the guy’s directions and find myself stepping into an already crowded room. Everyone is circled around a woman in leather lingerie, walking around a chair with a large bundle of rope in her hands.
“Bondage isn’t just about the kink of it. It’s about power. The power you’re relinquishing by being tied up and the power you’re receiving by your partner gifting that to you. It’s a complicated and balanced push and pull that comes with an act like this. Above all else, safety is always the underlying theme. Safe words are key in order to fully drop your guard and thrust yourself into ecstasy.”
Her words are practically speaking to my soul, I feel myself nodding along, agreeing with every word she says as my eyes stop on a man across the circle from me. His eyes are already on me, a fine three piece suit on, with his jacket unbuttoned. It looks incredible on him, paired by his black hair and dark eyes. He’s holding aglass of something brown, which could attribute to the almost dazed look in his eyes. Well, dazed isn’t quite the right word, relaxed maybe? Dazed means you’re out of it and with the way this man’s laser focus is on me, he has to be the most alert person in the room.
Forcing myself to break eye contact with the man, I focus back on the demonstrator because if there is one thing I know about men, it’s that they want what they can’t have. Or at least what they perceive that they can’t have.
“Now I’m going to walk you through how to do a basic interrogation chair. Once you master a few of these knots, you can come up with dozens of variations to keep playtime interesting,” the woman says. “Do I have any volunteers?”
My hand shoots up despite my racing heart. I don’t exactly mind being the center of attention, but I also don’t exactly know what I’m signing myself up for, either. Oh well. Here we go.
She smiles nodding and gesturing for me to come forward. I do my best to push my insecurities to the side, smiling as I sway my hips to the chair.
