Desires (25 page)

“This is exceptionally extreme,” he said to her as she
reluctantly stepped in.

Stacie walked up to the cross, Dan coming up behind her.

“This can be used for all different kinds of fetish.
Have a go,” he said, stepping past her and pressing his body against the cross,
putting his hands and feet to the restraints.

Stacie stared at him. “What, you want me to tie you up?”

“I am all yours. Restrain me and use whatever you choose,
feathers if you like. Sometimes it’s nice to be out of control. Try it.”

“Can I pass?”

“You can if you wish, but it’s not all about pain. Try
something sensual.”

“I’m not sure,” Stacie replied, looking around the scary
room, then back at Dan.

“Go on, what harm will it do? Use that blindfold, so I
don’t know what’s coming. That’s always exciting.”

“How can that be exciting? I could just tie you up and
leave you here.”

“Oh, I see,” he said with a twinkle, removing his body
from the cross. “So you would restrain your partner and walk away and leave him
to be punished in that manner.”

“Absolutely, especially if he is driving me loopy.”

“I’d better give that one a miss then.” He walked toward
her. “I don’t actually think you would leave me there though.”

“And what makes you think that?” she said. His smile was
too cocky.

“Well, that would be wasting your money.”

“Not if I tell them you were rubbish and you promised
not to hurt me with the whip and offered it for free.”

Dan moved his mouth to her left ear. His hot breath warmed
her cold flesh. “You’re evil, Miss Clifford.”

“Little me?” He reached for her, but she slipped neatly
away, turning her attention to the items on a nearby table. She picked one up, trying
to work out what it was.

“It’s a butt plug,” he told her. She stared at it then
quickly put it down. “Not your cup of tea?”

“Hardly, I don’t find anal sex nice at all. Graham liked
it sometimes, but I didn’t enjoy it. I found the whole event painful.”

“You either like it or you don’t.” He regarded her
thoughtfully. “I know what you would like,” he said, and walked over to a chair
with a hole in the middle of the seat, which again had handcuffs and shackles
attached.

“Pull down your jeans and panties and sit on the chair,”
he commanded her.

Stacie looked at the seat, trying to figure out what
exactly the purpose was. It looked like some kind of commode, not exactly sexy.
She obeyed, sitting on the chair, feeling embarrassed.

Dan dropped to the floor. He lay on his back, then moved
under the chair. Stacie watched him disappearing underneath. Then, to her shock,
she felt his tongue prodding her pussy. Stacie clenched her muscles in shock, becoming
stimulated just by the touch. She instantly jumped up, with him still under the
chair and pulled her garments up.

Dan came out from under the chair. “Did you enjoy that?”

Stacie didn’t answer. She was too embarrassed to tell
him the truth that she could have easily stayed there.

“Honestly? I felt like I was on the toilet.”

Dan smiled. “Sometimes that’s what it’s used for.”
Stacie looked at him, not understanding. “Some men enjoy having girls…” he
paused “…well, having girls evacuate themselves on their face.”

Stacie stood still, certain he was teasing her. “Not
really! That’s…that’s just disgusting. I mean, really, really foul.”

“Well, some people are weird that way.”

“You’re bloody telling me.” Stacie shuddered at the thought.
Wild sex, yes, that she could understand, even exhibitionism, but what Dan was
describing was beyond repulsive. She made her way back into the bondage room hearing
him following her. Dan caught up with her at the door. He opened it and they
went out into the corridor, just as a number of people arrived to use the
facilities. They all wore leather or PVC clothing. One man was just wearing a
thong.

They left the way they’d come. Stacie was relieved when
they came back up into the top corridor. They went down a little way, then Dan stopped
at another door.

“This room might shock you a little, but some guys like
it.” Dan opened the door and put the light on.

The room was decorated like a nursery, with blue teddies
on the wallpaper and white nursery furniture, including, Stacie was shocked to
see, a massive adult cot. A stack of adult-sized nappies sat on a changing
table the size of a hospital trolley, and empty feeding bottles and large
dummies waited on shelves to be used. Stacie was completely stunned, and walked
back out, her stomach churning.

Dan took her into another room containing what looked
like a cross between a boxing ring and a large paddling pool. There was a small
bar, along with tables and chairs. “Bitch fighting,” he explained. “They fill the
ring with custard, mud, jelly, you name it. They put two girls in dressed in
tiny bikinis and they fight to rip each other’s bikinis off.”

They walked further down the corridor, arriving at
another door. Stacie felt apprehensive, wondering if this tour really was such
a good idea. What perversions might be hidden behind this one? However, Stacie
went in to find nothing more sinister than a large table with many chairs
surrounding it. “This is the main function room. Sometimes they hold business
meetings in here, but most of the time it’s the feast room.”

Stacie turned to stare at him. “Feast room?”

“They cover each other in food and eat it off one
other.”

She turned her head to look at him, bizarre images
filling her mind

“Have you ever…?” she asked.

“Yes.” He walked back out the door. Stacie’s head was
filled with visions of him covered in whipped cream and fruit, and her licking
him clean. Or her covered in sweet delights and him slowly eating everything
off her. That might be quite nice actually. Stacie began to feel that warmth
that was becoming familiar. She started at Dan’s voice. “Everything all right?”
He was standing at the door holding it open for her, and looking at her
quizzically.

“Fine,” she answered, walking past him into the corridor.

They continued, arriving at another outside door where
the corridor made a ninety degree turn. He opened the door to show her a large
patio dotted with hot tubs. “These are extremely popular in the summer. I have
to confess I wouldn’t mind one in my back garden.” He closed the door on the
hot tubs and they turned down the new corridor. Dan took a swift right turn
into another short passage, which ended in a door. Dan opened it and went in. Stacie
followed him. It was just an office, with a woman sitting behind a desk.

“Hello Dan.”

“Hello Lucy, how are you doing?”

“Fantastic, now.” She grinned at Dan.
No doubt an admirer of his
, Stacie
thought.

“Have you got a booth for about five minutes?”

“Of course,” she answered, passing him a key.

“Thanks, gorgeous.” Dan winked at her and she positively
glowed.

There was another door off the office. Clearly wherever
they were going, they had to go through this woman first. Dan gestured Stacie through
the door and she walked into a semi-circular passage with numbered doors off it.
Dan unlocked door number six and held it open. Stacie entered first. The room
was tiny, not much more than a cubicle. It was unlit, but in the light that
came in from the hallway she could make out a lone chair.

“Take a seat,” Dan said.

Stacie obeyed. A large roller blind covered the wall in
front of her. Dan closed the door behind them. She heard the rustle of him
moving and then the blind slowly began to open. Behind the blind there was a
large window, but it was what she saw through the window that caught Stacie’s
shocked attention. It opened onto a large, brightly lit room containing a
circular bed, on which a man and woman were joyfully and rampantly having sex. The
light from the room illuminated Dan as he stepped back and stood beside her,
watching the couple.

“How many people are watching them?” she said after a
moment.

“There are eight booths opening onto the room.”

“And they don’t mind people watching them?”

“Well, they wouldn’t be in there if they did, would
they? Some people enjoy putting on a show, it gives them a thrill. And some people
enjoy watching them. Here, everyone’s happy, the exhibitionists and the
voyeurs. Anyone can go in there, couples, groups, a man or a girl stripping and
playing with themselves, sometimes two girls, or occasionally two men. If being
watched is their thing, here’s where they can go.”

Stacie sat watching the couple. She found herself becoming
turned on as the man sucked on the woman’s clitoris. Stacie felt her own nerve
endings throb with arousal, here in this darkened room. She slid a hand down
between her thighs, rubbing her pussy through her jeans and wriggling on the
chair. From behind, Dan’s hands rested on her shoulders, bringing her back to
herself. Shocked at her own loss of control, she stopped and leapt to her feet.
She wrenched open the door and fled back to the office.

“Leaving so soon?” Lucy said.

Stacie stared at the girl. Lucy’s face lit up and her
gaze drifted to look over Stacie’s shoulder. She knew without looking Dan was
right behind her. Lucy was looking at him like he was made of chocolate, and
when she turned, Dan was smiling back at her. Shaking her head, Stacie
continued with her stomp, sweeping out of the room without another word. For
God’s sake, had he shagged every woman here?

Dan was close behind her. “What happened there? I
thought you were getting turned on?”

“No, what made you think that?” she said, continuing to
walk at a thousand miles per hour. They passed the orgy room. The voile curtain
had gone and there was no one in there but a couple of cleaners.

Stacie approached the reception area. Angel was standing
talking to the receptionist—it was the same woman who had come out to talk to
Stacie the night before. Angel turned and smiled at them. “Hello there, how is
everything?”

“Fine, thank you,” Stacie answered.

“Dan,” Angel said in acknowledgement.

He barely nodded back to her.

Stacie looked at the way Angel’s eyes ran down Dan from
top to toe. She looked as if she was undressing him. She looked at Dan, unable
to read the expression in his eyes. He didn’t look happy though. Curious.

“Dan has just been giving me a tour,” Stacie said into
the charged silence.

“Wonderful, and what do you think?” Angel asked.

“Could do with more sex…” Stacie said, trying to be
funny. Everyone looked at her strangely. “Joke,” she explained. The
receptionist gave an uncomfortable giggle.

“Anything take your fancy?” Angel said.

Stacie thought for a second, trying to think of
something. “The feast room looks good.”

“Feel free to use it whenever you like. Or if you
prefer, you can have anything ordered to your room.”

“Thanks,” she answered. The receptionist stood up, her
eyes fixed on Stacie. Stacie glanced at her, feeling a little uncomfortable
with the intensity of her regard. The receptionist turned then, and walked into
the rear office off the corridor behind the reception desk, but just as the
door was about to close, she turned back and gave Stacie a smile.

Angel left also, sweeping off in the direction of her
office. Stacie felt Dan’s hand creeping into hers.

“Come on,” he said. “Do you want to head back to the
room?”

Dismissing the curious behaviour of the receptionist,
she said, “Yes please.”

Chapter Nine

“Do you mind if I take a quick shower? When I got up
this morning I came straight down to find you,” Dan said once they were back in
their room.

“Really?”

“Really.” He kissed her on the cheek then headed off to
the bathroom.

Stacie plumped up the cushions and sat on the bed. She
flicked on the television, but couldn’t concentrate on anything on the screen.
Her head whirled with thoughts about what she had just seen. She was beginning
to realise that her sex life so far had been extremely tame. Certainly much of
what people did here, Stacie would not want to do, but if it made them happy,
what was the harm? The baby room took her more by surprise, but then, if
someone wanted to be a dog like she had seen on her first day, then being a
baby was not really any weirder.

She struggled more to understand the bondage room. How
could people find pleasure in pain and humiliation, either giving or receiving?
She had liked the whip Dan used, but he had been very gentle with her, there
was no pain. She wanted to try and understand these fetishes, but some of them
made no sense. And the toileting one—well that just defied understanding.
Surely apart from anything else, it was very unhygienic.

She was determined to try to understand some of these
bizarre practices. It all seemed so extreme. Stacie enjoyed being held and made
love to with passion and desire. Maybe some people don’t like the emotional
side of sex. Everyone liked different things, not just in sex, but in all
aspects of life. Some people liked watching gory horror films, the bloodier the
better. Stacie preferred a soppy romantic comedy. But it didn’t mean that
everyone had to like the same films or books she liked. She could respect
people’s choices in films or books, why not in sex?