The lengthy drive afforded me some time to get lost in my thoughts. Chastity had raved about Seven for years now and about how exquisite the club was compared to other dungeons in the area. No one could just walk into Seven; you had to be invited by an existing member. Each member only had one guest pass per year, and Chastity used hers for me. All of the men had a heritage tie to the club, which I had thought that was pretty neat.

Over the years, Chastity would tell me of the special rooms that had stations for rigging, and how peaceful the room was. I also heard stories of the rooms with beautiful equipment and furnishings, and I had been eager to take it all in. I felt myself throb between my legs as I imagined a spanking bench in this unique club. I started to get wet at the mere thought of being paddled on the bench.

From the back seat, I smirked when Wade had asked Chastity if she was ready to try out the spider gag tonight in the medical room. Damn. It sounded hot.

“I think you're due for your annual exam, Chastity,” Wade casually had said.

Chastity was all for it and agreed that she should be looked over. Listening to Wade go on about how he’d do a full exam nearly sent me over the edge in the backseat. The exam he spoke of sounded so humiliating, mostly because she'd be on display for any onlookers as he carried out the exam. I inched forward on my seat and could feel how wet my panties were. I was envious, actually. For whatever reason, I had found the idea of being involved in a scene like that an extreme turn on.

While the two had been talking, I lifted the side of my skirt just enough to glance down at the faded red spots on my thighs. They were almost gone. I wondered if I would be able to find a man to spank me tonight. Or better yet, paddle me.

“Does Seven have Service Tops?” I bluntly asked, pulling them away from their existing conversation.

“There usually is one or two there on most nights, but typically they're booked in advance,” Chastity said.

“What are you hoping to negotiate, Leeds?” Wade asked as he glanced over his shoulder at me.

Shit. I shrugged in my seat and finally said, “Maybe a spanking.”

“Like what Chastity got before we left?” Wade asked me.

Suddenly my cheeks became warm, and I quickly thought to play dumb. But damn, I would have loved a paddling like that. My panties seemed a little wetter now.

“Chastity needs to be warmed up a bit before we go to the club. I take her right to the edge and let her dangle there. Though, there are consequences for that,” Wade’s voice trailed off.

I didn't let on that I had heard their fun in the other room. My thoughts carried me to the last time I was in a dungeon. It was a number of months ago, and I had a scene with a Service Top. Though nothing more than a flogging, it fed my needs. I smiled to myself as I thought back to the club, which clearly relied on donations from the members. There wasn't a spanking bench there, so the Top put me over the arm of a couch. I had a feeling that Seven was going to be different. While I thought about some of the clubs I've visited, the cement and buildings outside my window became more spaced out until they were gone. I frowned and turned my attention to the backs of Chastity and Wade’s head.

“Hey, where are we going?” I asked with my hand on the headrest of Chastity’s seat.

“Seven, Leeds,” Chastity said and then turned her head to face me. “It’s just outside of the city on private property.”

I felt a little embarrassed for having been so in the dark. Of course, how else was I to have known where this place was? I nodded and sat back in my seat and tried to relax. Soon, the view from my window were patches of tall trees sporadically placed, and for a moment, my heart slammed in my chest.

Was this place in the woods? I loathed the woods. Unable to contain my question and merely wait and see, I tapped Chastity on the shoulder. She already knew what I was going to ask and she made it easier for me by not making me ask.

“It’s okay, Leeds. It’s a huge place, but there are trees around it.”

Unfortunately, that hadn’t relaxed me much. My eyes were fixated on the passing trees. Every now and then a blast of light from the sun found its way in between the trees. My mind ran wild, and before things escalated in my head, a clearing of trees let the light from the setting sun in and forced me to look away.

Wade turned off the road we had been traveling and drove for a few minutes before turning onto another road. The car slowed as we approached a set of gates and came to a stop next to a keypad. Wade entered a code, and a voice came through the microphone.

“Name confirmation,” the pleasant sounding voice asked.

“Wade and Chastity, plus a guest.”

There were a few moments of silence before the voice came through the speaker box.

“Is this Chastity's guest?”

“Yes,” Wade confirmed.

“Noted. Chastity has used her seasonal and will not be eligible to bring another guest for three hundred sixty-five days from now. Please hold the guest’s identification to the screen.”

I quickly retrieved my driver’s license and handed it to Wade. He held it up to the screen, and a red line appeared to be scanning it. The gates squeaked open, and Wade passed me back my identification.

A winding road led us to the building. As we approached, I was in awe. This place was massive. Oh, my fucking God. Just from the road, it looked impressive. When we got out of the car, I glanced at Chastity, and we shared a laugh.

“Chastity, I had no idea this place would look so…” I was at a loss for words as I stared at the massive structure.

“Incredible?” she offered.

I nodded. Though surrounded and hidden by a fortress of trees, my mind didn't wander at all. The building had commanded my attention, and I wondered if it was a sign of what was on the other side of the doors. Seven was amazing on the outside, and I couldn't wait to go in.

* * *

When I crossed the threshold of Seven, I tried not to look as excited as my heartbeat was telling me that I was. I was eager to get inside Seven and off the elaborate porch…and away from the woods.

The club’s lights were dim, and the walls in the foyer were adorned with photographs of men. They all were shirtless, and damn, these guys were something. They all were handsome, rugged and hot a hell.

“This is the wall of Doms. All of the Doms are shown here with our lineage,” Wade had explained in a low voice and then motioned for me to follow him. We had stopped in front of a picture, and Wade lifted his eyebrows at me. This is me, and my father is above me, and above him is my grandfather.”

I brushed my finger gently over the name plate under Wade’s photo that read:

There were tons of history among these walls here. Seven was more than a BDSM club. Seven was part of these men’s heritage. I stood back and gazed in awe up the wall. It looked like all the current Doms had their photos about chest level along the wall and then above them went their families line. I was amazed! I had no idea Chastity belonged to such an incredible club.

Was it even a club at this point? I walked along the wall, looking at the current Doms and their well-defined chests. This was a society.

Chastity and Wade walked around with me a bit and pointed out various stations and who certain people were. They guided me to a section that was roped off for the small bar area, and we sat down at a high-top table. My eyes were so busy. I didn't know where to focus. All I know is faintly in the distance I could hear moans and screams…and it was making me ache between my legs.

I saw a small banner above the bar that had next weekend’s date on it and said “Initiate Night” on it.

“What's Initiate Night?” I had asked.

Chastity and Wade looked back and forth and shared a smile.

“What? Why are you guys looking like that?”

“Each quarter Seven holds an Initiate Night where new females are Initiated into the club. Current female members bring in a friend that they deem would possibly be a good fit for the club and a good Initiate. The Doms each can select an Initiate, and then they follow through with training their Initiate to be their submissive,” Chastity explained.

I gazed around the room and looked at all the women. Each of these women had been initiated into their club. This place was incredible; the place was filled with tradition.

“Once a Dom completes training of his first Initiate, he earns that tattoo you saw on all those pictures. Then for each additional female he Initiates, he earns another tattoo mark.”

“Wow, this place is just…wow.”

“Leeds.” Wade grabbed my attention with his big brother voice again. “This isn't like the club's you're used to.”

“I know, you mentioned that. Which is why I think I love this place.”

“You've been here twenty minutes. You haven't seen anything yet,” Wade shot me a look. “Chastity, we have something we need to take care of.”

I glanced at them and frowned. Were they leaving me on my own already?

“Spider gag time?” I joked.

I instantly felt bad because they looked sullen. What was wrong?

“Leeds, I told you this wasn't like other clubs. Seven is heavily particular on tradition and a code of ethics. We have to abide by a particular set of rules.” Wade paused and looked at Chastity for a moment before continuing. “One of the rules is that any BDSM play is restricted to Seven and the surrounding grounds. If you do break that rule, you're on your honor to notify the council and take your punishment.”

“What? Wait, I'm not following you. You get punished for playing off the Seven grounds?”

“Yes. The rules are strict, and as Doms of Seven, we’re expected to adhere to them. Otherwise, there are repercussions. And Chastity and I need to accept ours tonight. I paddled her before we left, and paddling’s, as we did it, fall under the BDSM realm.”

I sat slightly stunned and bothered by how incredibly wet this was making me. The paddling that Chastity took at home had earned both of them punishment for doing it outside of the club.

“So, if you had waited and paddled her here, you wouldn't be punished?”

“Correct.”

“And they trust you to be on your honor and tell them when you engage in play?”

“Yes. It's tradition, Leeds. Doms at Seven are controlled men, and we’re expected to keep our play here. The energy is better here for it. But, I'm only human and sometimes, Chastity and I just need to play at home. And it happens from time to time. We take our punishment for it and move on.”

I was full of questions.

“So, is the punishment always the same or do they switch it up?”

“For the men, it's usually the same. We’re flogged in a private room. For the women, it can be whatever the council member feels appropriate. And typically, the female punishments are handled openly. They don't announce they're going to be punishing someone, they just do it, and if others are around to watch, then it serves as a reminder what happens when you engage off grounds.”

“Roam around a bit, we’ll be back,” Chastity said with a smile and slid off her chair.

I watched Wade and Chastity disappear around a corner and then looked around the expanse of the main room.

From my seat, I watched a Dom, and a naked submissive begin to set up a scene. The man was ruggedly handsome and tall with dark brown hair. He had a strong, angular jaw, dusted with a sexy five o’clock shadow. His black t-shirt clung to his biceps, and when he removed it, I couldn’t help but gaze at his chest and abdomen. There was a sexy splattering of dark chest hair that was central to his defined chest muscles. The dark brown hair picked up again under his belly button and made a teasing trail leading into his pants. He had one of those tattoos that announced he was a Dom. I did notice though that he didn't have any of the extra markings that celebrated his achievements of getting an Initiate completely initiated. Maybe he was a newer Dom of Seven.

He appeared calm and confident, but I wasn't picking up on him as being an ass. He was different though. Maybe it was the smooth control that he exuded. I could tell as he moved that he was experienced and knew exactly what he wanted out of this scene.

When the submissive took her spot on the floor that the Dom pointed at, I noticed that a handful of people had gathered to watch. A dose of bravery shot through me, and I decided to move closer as well. I tossed back to rest of my drink and stood behind one of the couches that faced the scene that was about to take place. As he moved some stuff around to set up his scene, I could see the muscles in his well-toned abdomen and forearms flex a bit. While his body was very easy for me to gaze at, that wasn't what drew me to watch, though I'm not sure what it was.

The Dom guided the submissive into the position he desired. The girl’s lower back rested against a firm, but padded cushion that sat on the floor. He moved to her feet and attached a spreader bar to her ankles, which forced her legs wide apart.

Wrapped in metal cuffs, her wrists attached to D rings that dangled on each side of the padded cushion. From the table where the candles flickered, the Dom pulled a heavy length of chain. He attached an end to a carabiner which attached to the spreader bar and threaded it between the back of the girls’ neck and the floor.

Wow. I swallowed hard, my eyes glued to what he was setting up. I had seen Doms or Service Tops do a similar setup but had never seen someone do it with actual chains. The ones I had seen, had soft fleece lined straps with some give and stretch to them. The fleece and stretch in the strap was to make it comfortable for the submissive. This guy was using real chains.

With the remaining end of the chain, he attached it to the other side of the spreader bar. The chain was taut, and the submissive’s legs elevated high in the air almost at a ninety-degree angle. Her ass and pussy were on display at the end of the padded cushion.

The Dom crouched down by the submissive’s head in what seemed to be a final check before they started. From where I was standing though, I couldn't make out anything that was said. He pulled out a few small thin chains and attached two ends to each side of the girl’s barbells that pierced each of her nipples. He then attached each of the thin nipple chains to the chain behind the girl’s neck. He gave them a tug, and the girl yelped. A huge, devilish smile appeared on the handsome man’s face as he tapped and toyed with the nipple chains.

He attached a gag, similar to the one Chastity showed me, around her head and inserted the metal pieces into her mouth.

This girl was totally exposed, bound, and helpless…and the sight of it was making me soaked. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and could feel the dampness between my legs. The wet fabric of my panties moved against my clit, reminding me just how swollen and turned on that I was due to the scene that had been set in front of me.

In the submissive's hand, he placed a set of keys. Smart, I thought to myself. Since she was gagged, the dropping of the keys would act as her safe word. The Dom retrieved a burning tapered candle from the table and tilted it so that some of the hot wax fell to the girl’s breasts. A whimper filled the space between them, and the Dom let out a low laugh. He patted the submissive’s abdomen, stood with the candle and moved to her elevated feet. Raising the candle above the spreader bar, he made eye contact with the girl. Her whimpers grew in volume as the smile spread across his face. On the center of the spreader bar was a slot where the Dom placed the candle.

Shit. I noticed the placement of the candle; any wax that dripped would land directly on her clit or pussy. Oh, damn. My heart slammed in my chest as this had dawned on me.

From the table, the Dom picked up a bamboo cane and made a few quick swats against his pant legs. The submissive was trembling as the Dom smiled down at her. He moved to the side and tapped the girl's ass cheeks with the cane. It caused her legs to move, which caused the candle to move and drip some of its wax over her bald pussy. She screeched out and moved her legs causing more wax to scorch her delicate folds.

Heat exploded in me as the sound of bamboo making contact with flesh filled the room. Closing my eyes, I leaned into the back of the couch in hopes of feeling a little pressure against my swollen clit. As the caning took place on the other side of my closed eyes, I imagined that man was using the cane on me; punishing me.

The submissive's whimpers and the rattling of the chains forced my eyes open. The Dom had abandoned the cane and had removed his pants. As his huge erection loomed, he straddled the woman's chest and toyed with the chains. Her whimpers and cries bounced off the walls of the main room, yet she held the keys firmly in her hands.

The Dom slapped the submissive's face with his erection moments before he towered over her, placing his hands on the floor above her head. He inserted his cock into her mouth and began fucking her mouth relentlessly. His thrusting movements made the candle drip liquid wax as quickly as it could be melted. As each droplet of hot wax hit her pussy, I imagined it was hitting me right on my clit. My pussy ached badly, and I was in dire need of relief. Again, I closed my eyes and imagined those muffled whimpers were my own.

I had been lost in my own twisted thoughts when keys jingled and hit the floor. I opened my eyes and saw that the submissive had tossed the keys, stopping the scene. The Dom stopped moving and looked over his shoulder to make sure they were the keys from her hand.

He ran his hand over his face, trying to conceal something. Disappointment, perhaps. He pushed himself off of the submissive and removed the candle from the slot on the spreader bar and blew it out. Tossing the candle onto the table, he then grabbed his pants and pulled them on. His frustration was evident, though his movements were calm and focused.

As the crowd dispersed, I heard one guy say to another, “Colt broke this one, too.”

Colt.

His name was Colt.

I watched Colt remove the gag, the chains, and cuffs before he slowly picked the girl up off the floor. As he cradled her in his arms, I could see the purple bruising that had already formed on her ass. She also had thin purple and red lines of the backs of her thighs. Oh yeah, she’ll feel that for weeks. Lucky. He carried her away from their play area and disappeared around a corner with the limp girl.

That was undoubtedly the hottest scene I've ever witnessed in person. Even though they hadn't finished, it was incredible.

I needed a drink…that or a rigorous session. Returning to the high-top table where Chastity and Wade left me, I ordered a shot of vodka. I downed it and felt the burn as the liquid singed a trail to my stomach.

Damn. Even the liquor here is incredible.

I glanced around the main room, hoping to see another show, but nothing seemed to be happening out here. Still, in the distance, I could hear shrieks. Someone was having a very good time somewhere.

As much as I tried, I couldn't stop thinking of the scene between Colt and the girl. I would have given almost anything to have been that girl at that moment.

Wearing expressions of weariness, Chastity and Wade finally appeared. Chastity sat down gingerly, and Wade sat down beside her, rolling his shoulders. I raised my eyebrows at them.

“So, how was your punishment?” I asked.

Wade explained that he had been flogged while Chastity had been paddled. Shit, I need to be a member here. Their “punishment” sounded fantastic.

“So, anything exciting happen out here? Did you even move?” Wade asked.

I proceeded to tell them about the amazing, sexy scene I watched. They knew by the way I was talking that the scene had a lasting impression on me. I had been keeping my eyes out, hoping to catch another glimpse of that man. Colt.

“I wonder who the Dom was,” Wade said and glanced around the main room along with Chastity.

“I heard someone mentioned the name Colt,” I spoke up.

Wade and Chastity looked at one another and then to me.

“Oh, honey, no. Not Colt. Colt is…um…how do I say it…” Chastity struggled to find her words, but Wade had no trouble.

“Colt is not for you. Do you understand me?” Wade coldly said.

I stared at him, and I don't think I concealed my frustration. I knew what they were doing, and it pissed me off. The looks of sympathy quickly came from both of them, and they tried to smooth it over.

“Colt plays very rough, Leeds,” Chastity warned.

“I happen to like rough.”

They shared another glance.

“We know, but not Colt, Leeds. There are a lot of experienced Doms here,” Wade said as he reached across the table and patted my arm. “Just not Colt.”

We had a long drive back to the city, and I found myself lost in thoughts that arose this evening. Seven was an amazing place, and it was evident that it’s an entirely different type of club than what I had been used to.

I couldn't stop thinking of Colt though, and that scene he did. There was something that drew me to him and the fact that Wade and Chastity had been warning me off, made me that much more interested.

Though the aches and wetness between my legs had subsided, I still was in need. And as soon as we got home I retreated to my room and went straight to my adjoining bathroom to handle the situation. With my skirt hiked up and panties barely down, my fingers made quick work of the task. Even though I knew how shitty I would feel afterward, I still worked toward my release.

“Yessss,” I hissed as my orgasm broke through.

Before my pulse returned to normal, those feelings that I've tried and tried to push away, made their appearance: disgust, guilt, and anger.

I sat on the edge of the porcelain tub, behind angry with myself. That's twice today that I've masturbated and came. Twice I've had these feelings. I've already punished myself with the hot water once. It's been a long time since I've done it twice in one day.

Was I going to take a tumble and punish myself twice today?

I turned and glanced at the faucet on the tiled wall. With my brow furrowed to the point that it made my forehead hurt, I looked down at my fingers. My filthy, sticky, cum laced fingers stared back at me, reminding me what I had done.

“Stop moving, Leda! Don't pretend that you don't like it. If you didn't like it, you wouldn't come.”

Fuck, I think I zoned out as my grandfather’s words rang out in my ears, and now tears were starting to form in my eyes. I balled up my gross hand and pounded it against my thigh before I got up from the side of the tub. I reached for the faucet and turned it to the hottest setting. By the time I had pulled all of my clothes off, steam was fogging up the glass.

Furiously, I wiped tears from my eyes as I stepped into the hot spray. I was breathing harder now than I had during the height of my orgasm. I kept my lower lip between teeth so I wouldn't make any noise as the hot water assaulted my flesh. Raising my foot to rest on the edge of the tub, I parted my legs so my pussy would feel the wrath. After a moment, I pulled my pussy lips apart so the delicate skin and my clit could also be punished. When I could take no more, and my skin was on fire, I shut the faucet off.

My breathing was still harsh as I stepped from the tub. I stood on the bath mat and glanced down at my body. Red blotches of angry skin decorated my body. My thighs looked like they sustained most of the damage. I gently dried off by pat drying my skin and then held a cold washcloth against my pussy and surrounded my clit with it.

I took my punishment and what I deserved, now I needed to soothe it. I carefully got into my pajamas and gingerly got into bed. I was careful so that the skin wasn't irritated by my movements.

I pushed the images of my grandfather out of my head and replaced them with memories of the scene tonight between Colt and the submissive.