Chapter 1

In the basement of the club, 4 people had gathered. There was Ryan, Maeve, Scott, and a character whose striking resemblance left no room for doubt. They were in one of the rooms that were called dungeons. They were built to accommodate severe and painful sessions of punishment or exhibition. A large choice of instruments decorated the stone walls, which gave a very rustic side to the place. These rooms looked like feudal torture chambers, and they had been built for that purpose: to frighten and set the mood for anyone who entered them. Here and there, pulleys, tables, furniture that perfectly complemented the trend of the place. Apart from them, only a select few Doms from the club had access to these rooms. Even among the members of the club, known to have an astronomical wallet, very few had this authorization. To enter here, neither contact nor money would change the game. It was necessary to prove to the owners of the places that one had the level and the mastery required, but also that its definition of domination/submission was based with the desires and the hopes placed in this project. Jacob had a vision of the D/s relationship that these rooms represented quite well. Among all his proteges, only the 4 people present met the criteria.

Installed in silence in different corners of the room, each of them allowed themselves to be impregnated by the atmosphere. They knew that here everything was different. He could open the lock that held back some of their worst fantasies, hampered by modesty and reticence. But just as they were freer, they also had greater responsibility. They had to be always on their toes and in control. If they made a single mistake, the consequences could be dire. An accompaniment of 2 or 3 people was compulsory during the games. The sessions that took place here kept a great veil of mystery and secrets. Not only to reinforce the eroticism of the scenes and the moment, but also not to rush their clients. Here, even the most open-minded might find themselves shocked. They had all paid the price at their beginning, before realizing that in turn, they could derive a form of pleasure from it. Rarely, at Jacob's request, private sessions by invitation were organized. They performed for the greatest pleasure of their spectators, while maintaining a certain reserve. Not everything was shown to them, which they considered tolerable, knowing that they had already passed a certain point at this level. Everyone in their own way became aware of what was going to happen in a few hours. Leaning against a wall, Scott had his eyes closed and seemed to be probing himself. He felt the presence of these friends, he wondered why he was here. He had made a commitment months ago. He had to honour it, but he lacked the desire. But he would do what he had to do, as usual. His twin brother, Samuel could feel the tension emanating from his brother. He could have taken his place, but he knew that the session could go less well.

A submissive had been entrusted to him for reframing. Especially at Jacob's request, the seance was to take place here. The D/s couple was close to breaking up and he hoped that with Scott's help, he could get this couple back on track, or at least find some clues to get there. He received her, discussed with her, defined his limits and hers. He had also spoken with the Dom in question, whom he knew first-hand, to be sure that the latter did not feel excluded by the scene which was about to occur before his eyes. It was not easy to remain unmoved and very few remained calm in this situation. He could find it too hard, or not hard enough, or too humiliating and end it whenever he wanted. They had talked about what was going to happen in detail, but once confronted with reality, could he remain calm? It was a question that had Scott thinking. He was sure of one thing, it was that if he couldn't, the little thread that united this couple for the moment risked being cut at that moment. But that, he couldn't predict, he had to stay professional and stick to his job. He smiled, thinking that Stella would probably complain about his cold, insensitive side.

- A pleasant thought, asked his eldest.

The first sentence uttered since they arrived. This caught the attention of others, who wandered here and there in search of imagination, inspiration, and perhaps a surprise object in the halls. They approached and reunited in front of Scott, who opened his eyes again as they approached. His gaze veiled in a film of fleeting sadness, almost unreal.

- Let's say that...

- You know where Esteban is, Maeve asked in turn. He was supposed to join me here.

- I'm already surprised that he agreed to come here, you know how much he doesn't validate what's going on here. He thinks it's too violent, too unhuman for his taste, adds Ryan in turn, quite surprised.

- I know, but he's the one who fixed the meeting place. I was really surprised. She glanced at her wrist. It's time for you to start preparing, don't you think?

- Yes indeed.

Ryan offered to help him get the equipment. They left the room, heading for another. Moments after they left, three new people entered the room, including Becca. She politely greeted each of the Dom present, introduced the other two: Gwen and Miguel, and left quickly. For the two newcomers, the staging of the room was disturbing, even slightly frightening. Gwen was sweating profusely. She had her head down, but despite that, she could feel the imposing stares that seemed to auscultate her. The pressure she felt at that moment made her want to back up and run. Her Dom squeezed her hand, but she could see that he himself was shaking slightly. They introduced themselves and exchanged pleasantries between Doms. Each of them could see that the couple seemed to have only one desire, that of fleeing.

- You plan to practice dressed like this, Miguel asked Samuel.

- I think you have the wrong person, he replied quietly, used to this kind of confusion. I am not the one you came for. I am his twin brother.

- Excuse me....

- Don't worry, it's commonplace, replied to the voice of Scott who had just come back into the room with Ryan at his side. He had taken the opportunity to change, putting on black leather pants, black boots, and a mask, which brought out the colour of his eyes in the light darkness of the room. The atmosphere around him had just radically changed. His gaze was cold and empty. His bare chest and the leather covering the rest of his body, hardened his image. A change had clearly taken place. Gwen, come here!

While Scott spoke with Gwen a little aside, Miguel joined the group of Doms. Ryan set up some ropes and made sure the pulleys were functional one last time.

- You should calm down Miguel, Samuel told him. If we felt your stress, I bet your partner could too. This will not necessarily put her in the best mood.

Miguel felt a bit ashamed to be caught like this, but he didn't flinch. Samuel was right. He decided to trust Jacob and, the latter sent him to Scott. They met only once, but this only time, had allowed him to realize his professionalism and his rigor. However, he trusted him a little less now, for not having told him about the dimension and the tension that this setting offered. Had he hidden other things besides? He couldn't help worrying about his wife. A few minutes later, Scott looked away from the Doms group Ryan had joined. Scott led Gwen to the centre of the room, near the rigging equipment. He grabbed one of the ropes and began to adorn Gwen with it. She seemed calm for the moment. But as he progressed in his work, she felt a pressure on the parts of her body in contact with the rope and her pulse quickened. Very quickly the embrace imposed on her by the ropes immobilized her. She could not move, held in this position, in front of everyone. She could feel their gazes, but more importantly she could feel her Dom’s gaze. She didn't want him to see her, exposed like that.

- You shouldn't look away like that. It's you they're going to look up to. He grabbed her chin and met their gazes. His gesture was sorely lacking in gentleness and his gaze was icy. You look so sweet and submissive Gwen today. You were more energetic last time, he whispered to her before running his tongue over her collarbone and leaving a slight mark there. Gwen bit her lip in surprise. Or is it your Dom who is not able to make you obey, to frame you, he whispered in a perverse voice, an unpleasant smile on his face.