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Roni smiled at John. “Most definitely.”

Christy nodded and put her head on Zach’s
shoulder. “Couldn’t have happened any better.”

Roni gestured toward Kelley Bachman, whom
they were all friends with. She was with a group of people who were
watching a pony girl race in front of the barn. “Kelley was bid on
by a really hot guy, too, but he’s been out of town since the
auction. If she’s as lucky as we were… Well, we’ll just have to
find out.”

They laughed and talked for a while. John was
an FBI agent and Zach owned a couple of exclusive restaurants. Roni
was a fashion designer and Christy owned a popular downtown
boutique.

Rick was a little quiet but friendly and
sociable. Leslie had never been around him with other people, so
she hadn’t known what to expect. Some people were more talkative
one-on-one than they were in a crowd.

They had been laughing and talking a while
when John looked at Rick and said, “I thought you looked familiar
and now I know why.”

Leslie glanced at Rick and he seemed to be
bracing for something.

“You’re the Navy SEAL who was decorated with
the Navy Cross a few months ago.” John smiled. “It’s great to meet
a true American hero.”

Leslie’s eyes widened. “You didn’t tell me
that.”

“That’s amazing,” Christy said.

Zach nodded. “It’s an honor.”

“Wow.” Roni smiled. “I’ve never met a real
hero before.”

Even in the dim light of the kerosene
lantern, Leslie thought Rick was blushing. He raised his hands like
he was pushing away the compliments. “I’m no hero,” he said. “I was
just doing my job.”

“You went far above and beyond, my friend,”
John said then looked at Leslie. “Don’t let him fool you. He may be
humble but he is a hero.”

Rick looked distinctly uncomfortable. “There
are many men and women in the service who are true heroes.”

“Shhh.” Roni put her finger to her lips. “At
these things no one uses last names or says anything about knowing
the person outside of the event.”

“Sorry about that,” John said.

Rick shook his head. “No problem.”

John looked at Leslie. “This one’s a
keeper.”

“Why don’t we check out what’s going on
inside?” Zach said, saving both Leslie and Rick from further
embarrassment by John’s comment.

Roni stood. “Let’s go.” She had dark red hair
and a full figure and looked great all in leather. John seemed to
agree as he stood behind her and palmed her ass, causing her to
jump and laugh. Roni was exuberant and fun but she loved to submit
to the right men. Looked like John might be that guy. Leslie had
heard a story that he had saved Roni’s life, a story she wanted to
hear more about.

“It’ll be fun looking at everything.” Christy
stood, too, and grasped Zach’s hand as he got to his feet. Christy
wore tight leather pants and a leather bustier. Zach settled his
hand at her waist and drew her close to him. Christy had been new
to KC but she seemed to have taken to the lifestyle really well.
Leslie could tell by the way Christy was with Zach that he was her
Dom and was protective of her.

Rick got up with Leslie and she took his hand
again. He seemed even quieter, probably due to his discomfort with
the praise lavished over him just moments before. But he squeezed
her hand and she gave him a smile as he looked down at her.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

“You’re pretty hot yourself.” She let go of
his hand and gripped one of his tight ass cheeks. “Yes, you’re
definitely all that and more.”

They paused for a moment to watch the pony
girls trotting in an arena. Leslie didn’t see Kelley. She’d hoped
to say hi to her friend.

“What do you think?” she asked Rick as he
observed the action that was taking place in the arena.

“Explain to me why those women are acting
like horses,” Rick said.

“They’re called pony girls,” she said. “It’s
all about control and bizarre looks.”

“Control and bizarre looks?” His gaze
followed one of the pony girls who pranced nearby. A pony boy was
also in the ring. “I thought I’d seen everything.”

“Pony girls often wear modified horse tack
like bridles with bits, harnesses, and are usually outfitted with
special hooves,” Leslie said. “They usually have a butt plug
inserted that has a horsetail coming out of it.”

Rick looked like he might be intrigued by the
whole thing.

“They might have manes and elaborate
headdresses.” Leslie gestured toward a woman who was exceptionally
outfitted. “Sometimes they wear horse masks or horse hoods.”

“Most of them are standing up,” Rick said.
“Only a couple are on all fours.”

“Yes.” Leslie nodded. “Pony girls usually
walk upright and are often used to pull carts that carry their
Doms.” She looked at Rick. “They’re normally well trained. During
their training sessions, they’re taught how to act like
ponies—whinnying, high stepping, and prancing are just a few things
that they learn.”

“Let’s go inside.” Leslie tugged on Rick’s
hand, pulling his attention away from a harnessed pony girl with
pasties on her nipples. She didn’t think it was the girl, so much
as it was the fascination he had watching what she was doing.

Before Leslie and Rick went into the house
with their friends, he paused to watch a woman in a schoolgirl
outfit on the grass who was on her knees and in stocks. A Dom
erotically flogged her bare ass and he was leaving red marks on her
ass and thighs. She was crying out with every stroke.

Someone said, “Put a gag on her and that’ll
shut her up.” Those standing around laughed.

By her expression, it was obvious that the
woman loved the attention.

Rick shook his head, looking amused. “Yep,”
he said. “This definitely wasn’t in the training manual.”

“You must have lived a sheltered life,” she
said in a teasing voice.

He smiled. “If you call never having had any
experience around BDSM as being sheltered, I guess so.”

Leslie laughed. The last thing in the world a
SEAL could be was sheltered, but she liked introducing him to
something he wasn’t very familiar with.

They walked into the house that looked pretty
normal, save for the unusual way that a lot of people were dressed.
The lights were low, people clustered in groups, talking and
enjoying the evening.

Leslie, her friends, and the men they were
with all looked vanilla in comparison to almost everyone else in
the spacious front room.

The Kink Club paid for the catering and women
and men wearing skimpy leather outfits carried serving trays and
moved throughout the room with hors d’oeuvres. There was a bar in a
corner of the room where wine, beer, and well drinks were
provided.

Rick raised an eyebrow as he got a good look
at some of the furniture. “There’s a woman who’s a lamp.”

“And those men are serving as a coffee
table.” She pointed toward two tightly bound men, each on all
fours, with a table on their backs. She gestured toward someone in
a stuffed armchair with his feet up. “And there’s a human
ottoman.”

She could tell that Rick was holding back his
amusement when he saw a couple of nearly naked human end tables,
too.

“Let’s go upstairs.” Roni raised her voice
and pointed to the ceiling. “The real fun stuff is up there.”

Rick looked hesitant but Leslie gripped his
hand tighter and drew him along with her and they headed up the
stairs.

The farmhouse was a big place and upstairs
there were six bedrooms. Each had been transformed into a different
theme.

The first room had a St. Andrew’s cross and a
man was strapped to it while a female Domme used a whip on him,
drawing out every strike of the thin leather. Red welts patterned
his torso and legs. The man cried out with each lash.

When it came to players at the club, they had
to adhere to the guidelines of safe, sane, and consensual BDSM. If
they didn’t they were out. There were dungeon masters and mistress
in each venue. Wearing black armbands, their job was to make
certain everything was safe.

A woman was bent over a spanking bench, being
paddled by another Domme. A chain dangled from the ceiling that a
third person hung from while being flogged by a male Dom.

In the far corner was a set of stocks with a
sub being struck with a riding crop by a Dom.

Male and female Doms and their subs were
waiting for their turns.

“Ah, here’s the debauchery.” Rick looked down
at Leslie. “You do know that if one of us was to get flogged in
here, it wouldn’t be me.”

She hooked her arm in his and smiled. “No
worries. I’ve never gotten into public spanking.”

“That’s probably because you always liked to
do the spanking,” he said. “In the past.”

“Yes.” She rested her head on his shoulder.
“In the past.”

They went to the next room where a male and a
female were using rope bondage and giving a demonstration on good
techniques. The hogtied female did not look like she was going
anywhere soon.

“Interesting.” Rick observed the intricate
rope bondage being used on several subs.

“Take notes,” Leslie said with a smile.

He glanced down at her. “Believe me, I
am.”

After watching some of the rope bondage for a
while, they moved on to the third room. In it subs were suspended
and played with by their Doms and Dommes. A couple of Doms were
teaching how to suspend safely.

“Suspension can be dangerous if not done
right,” Leslie said to Rick.

“Have you ever been suspended?” he asked.
“Other than the sex swing you have.”

Thoughts of Michael came to her but this time
she didn’t feel the pain and anger that normally went along with
memories of him. Maybe she was over what he’d done and able to move
on.

“Yes, I’ve been suspended,” she said. “But it
was a very long time ago.”

“You have something to tell me, don’t you,”
he stated. “Something you need to get off your chest.”

She was quiet for a moment then she nodded.
“Yes. I will tell you sometime when we’re alone.”

“Good.” He squeezed her hand. “I’m here for
you.”

She smiled. “Thank you.”

A fourth room had subs who had been put into
various devices, like stocks and cages.

Rick looked over five cages, side-by-side and
there was a man or woman in each cage. He glanced at Leslie. “I
think I’d like to put you in yours. In private.”

Pleasant heat swept over her at the thought
of Rick caging her.

He gave a devious grin before turning his
attention back to what was going on in the room.

A Domme had her sub in a set of stocks and
was using a cupping set on the female’s breasts.

Rick looked puzzled. “What is that Domme
doing?”

“There are Asian techniques where cupping is
used to treat illness, sore muscles, injuries, and other things.
There are different ways of doing it.” Leslie nodded toward the
Domme. “She’s using suction cups with a gun that takes out all of
the air in the cup and sort of sucks a little of the skin and flesh
in that spot into the cup. In BDSM play it’s another method of
controlling a person’s pain and pleasure.

“She’s doing it on that woman’s breasts.”
Rick looked at Leslie. “That’s gotta hurt.”

Leslie nodded. “Believe me, it does.”

“I thought you didn’t let anyone do anything
to control you,” Rick said.

She shrugged. “I’ll tell you about it
sometime.”

The fifth room had Doms using things like
violet wands, clothespins, and other interesting items and
techniques while topping their subs.

Room number six was wax play. Massage tables
were lined up and on them were women with naked breasts and men
with bare chests. Doms and Dommes were dripping different colors of
candlewax onto the subs’ bodies, some in intricate patterns.

“I love wax play.” Leslie looked up at Rick.
“There’s something so sensual about creating a masterpiece on a
sub’s body.”

“Doesn’t it burn?” he asked. “Wax can get
hot.”

“Certain types of waxes can be used that
don’t burn the skin,” she said. “Baby oil is normally rubbed on
each person’s body to make the wax easier to remove.”

After touring the upstairs events, Christy
and Zach decided to enjoy the spanking room while Roni wanted to
experience wax play with John.

“How about practicing using some rope bondage
on me?” Leslie said to Rick. “Breast-binding is fun and any number
of other things.”

“I’m hungry,” he said. “How about we go for
some of that barbeque that I’m smelling right now.”

“Barbeque sounds good.” Leslie tried not to
feel disappointed that Rick wasn’t into doing any of the upstairs
activities. Maybe later they would. Come to think of it, she was
pretty hungry, too.

As they walked outside, Rick said, “All of
the toys are fun and I enjoy exciting you by what you love.”

“Wow. You get into this more than I thought,”
she said.

“I told you that I liked it,” he said. “I
never found anyone who wanted to play so I never pursued it.” He
looked down at her surprised expression. “Hey, I’m a male. What
male doesn’t look at the Internet? I always enjoyed the bondage
sites, so I’m not a complete newbie to it.”

“I didn’t realize you had a real interest in
it,” she said. “I thought it was more curiosity.”

“I don’t find that the public thing is
something I would probably do unless you were turned on by it,” he
said, “it seems to lose some of its intimacy with everyone around,
but the thought of doing it all with you excites me. Watching all
of this is actually a kind of foreplay. There are things here I
find hot and would love to try with you.”

“Like what?” she asked.

“Never thought I would like the collar and
the leash, but that is a hot look,” he said. “It is a bit of a
contrast for you. In control, independent, but I would love to pull
you around at the end of a leash.”