Chapter 67 - 67

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.

Obviously, this man was of the mind that if you shouted as loud as you could it would be the same as Dominating a woman. Some women might actually be fooled by this. As for me, I laughed at him.

"No, you are not a Dom. You are just disgusting and annoying. Leave me alone, you chauvinistic pig."

I stood up and began to walk away, but the man reached out and grasped my arm harshly jerking me back around to face him. His nasty breath shot right into my face, and I had to swallow several times in order not to vomit on him. If I had, it would have been no less than he deserved. But, I didn't want to risk the chance of ruining the beautiful dress that Reed had just bought me.

"I believe I told you to kneel, sub," he growled.

He yanked my arm again as I tried to pull away.

"And I believe I told you to go to hell, asshole," I snapped.

"How dare you talk to me like that, bitch?!" he screamed.

Then he drew his hand back getting ready to slap me and I braced myself, yet the blow never landed. His hand was grabbed and twisted behind him causing him to drop my arm in the process of trying to get his own attacker to let him go. I stumbled back and attempted to regain my balance just as my rescuer came to light.

"Reed..." I breathed.

I almost didn't recognize the man in front of me as my Master. His face was a mask of murderous intent aimed directly at the man he had almost dangling from his grasp.

"Kneel, sub," Reed commanded in a quiet steady tone easily heard over the music.

Instinctively, I dropped to the floor at his feet and dropped my head. I felt momentarily amazed at what I had done since it was graceful as if I'd been doing it for years. The only moment of embarrassment I had was the fact that my little dress rode up so high I was sure everyone could see my thong. Although, at the variety of nakedness I witnessed tonight the embarrassment only lasted a second.

I lifted my eyes just a little so I could watch the scene unfold.