Chapter 29 - 29

It was no wonder this place was called The Dungeon, after first walking through the entrance I took almost two full flights of stairs down under the street before I came upon a coat room where a sub was stationed to help people find and drop off their stuff. Then I entered the main room through a set of metal vault doors that was etched with the club's logo on it in an eerie gunmetal color that seemed to glow unnaturally. At first, it was hard to see much other than what was right in front of me because the room was intensely dark and the only lights to illuminate anything came from the disco ball that was rotating from high above the dance floor. The scene areas had a spotlight on them to highlight the areas where people were playing and of course there were a few lights over the bar.

When my eyes adjusted to the room, my jaw hit the floor. I realized my outfit was completely wrong seeing as most of the people here were naked or close to it. My eyes didn't know whether to stop or zoom around because there was so much flesh and raw sexuality to look at.

The music was deafening but incredibly good, it was pure sex in the audio form. It was obviously designed to move a body from the entrance to the dance floor and then to the bedroom or the sceneing area. It was a choice that was obviously up to each individual person... or Master as it were. Punctuating the music were the occasional screams of someone being pushed to their limit or beyond. Each penetrating cry drove a flash of lust through me which was instantly accompanied by a twinge of fear. I wanted to understand what it was that was driving these people to such heights of ecstasy and pain. I just suddenly was not sure if I could handle all of this.

Wrapping my arms around myself, I looked around some more as I slowly made my way through the place taking in as much as I could.

All the areas where the scenes took place were packed, either by people using the equipment, waiting for it, or just watching. Some of them were talking amongst themselves about, I assumed, what was happening in the scene.

I tried hard to keep my eyes on the areas that consisted of random couches, chairs, and tables. I could tell by the amount of space left that this place was really bustling. I saw Dominates of both genders talking to each other as their subs either sat close at hand or were running back and forth serving their Masters.

"Are you lost, little pet?" A voice asked from behind me.

I turned and saw the owner of the voice was a very intimidating man with a rather cocky grin on his face. He was a head taller than me but was as skinny as a bean pole. He wore no shirt at all and wrapped around his pale chest was a wicked-looking whip. He wore the same air of confidence and control as Jordan and Reed leaving me no doubt that this man was a Dom as well.

"I'm looking for the bar, Sir. Master Jordan told me to go straight there when I came in," I said softly.

My voice was shaking as I looked down, praying I did not show my inexperience too much. I was so terrified that I would insult him and find out what exactly he used that whip for.

"Hmm-mm. You're rather new here so how about I give you a tour first and see how you like it," he said.

He started to circle around me like Reed had done last night. I felt somewhat uncomfortable, but I swallowed my shyness. A tour was a wonderful idea, yet I knew Jordan would not let me live it down if I didn't do as he asked. I was not stupid after all.

"I'd love a tour, Sir. But Master Jordan specifically said, 'nowhere but the bar'. He said someone would meet me there and I really don't want to disobey him," I muttered cautiously.

I did not know if I was about to make this man mad at me. I bit my lip hard trying to figure out whom to obey. Jordan had told me to go to the bar, but this man was insisting on giving me a tour. So deep in thought, I almost jumped out of my skin when he threw his head back and laughed.

"Good girl. The first rule: always obey your Master above all others," he said putting his arm around me.

He began to steer me towards the far side of the room. I searched for this elusive bar that I had seen when I first came in. However, once the crowd had overwhelmed me, I had lost track of everything but the body. As soon as that thought had crossed my mind the masses parted, I saw the man was taking me right to it. I let out a huge sigh of relief and began searching for any sign of Lizzie or Jordan.

"Did you want a drink, little one, while I alert your Master that you are here?" he asked setting me on a stool.

"Yes please, Sir, a beer if I may. And Master Jordan's not mine, he's my friend Lizzie's Master," I clarified. "You don't have to let him know I'm here, he said he'd send someone to the bar."

"And he did, he sent me. He told me just to look for a girl who looked lost and I'd know it was you," The man said.

He held up his hand to attract the bartender who nodded and brought two beers down.

"Mia, right?"

I nodded.

"Good, then I found the lost girl. So, if Master Jordan is not yours, who do you belong to?" he asked sitting next to me.

"I belong to Master Reed," I explained softly.

The man's mouth dropped for a moment before the man's head flew back as he barked out more laughter.