First Scene

It takes us about 35 minutes to make our way from V's house to L.C. During the ride, V leans into me, holding my hand throughout the entire trip.

"Have you ever been to a BDSM Club V?"

"No, I seldom go out. Mostly to the store, my doctor, errands, my job."

"Are you free to travel? I'd love to take you to the Fetish Flea Market in Boston next month. There's also the Folsom Street Fair in San Fransisco, the Vault in New York, Bondage-A-Go Go, the Ram Rod and Boston Dungeon also in Boston. You can meet others, scene publicly, attend demos or just mingle and soak up the Karma."

"I'm happy just be with you-but yea, I'm free to travel."

Despite the early hours, the parking lot at L.C. is nearly full. Because we're a couple, admission is at a reduced rate. V is in black slacks with a matching black turtle neck. Entering through the bar, J the owner stops me and asks what were drinking tonight? V asks for a Bailey's and I ask for a double Stoli in a wineglass with a tonic and a lime twist. J wants to know when I can give another lecture on BDSM and the Law? January I tell him: "Put me on the calendar."

J grabs our drinks and shows us to our table. The L.C. is a combination bar and performance area. It is fully equiped with a hoist for suspension scenes, two wooden horses, a St. John's Cross, a spanking kneeler, a medical examing table, stocks and a gyno chair. The walls carry a variety of whips, cats, floogers, ropes and wrist and ankle cuffs. The place is dark with only the stage and the accroutements in the spotlights. On stage a thin woman is nude in the stocks with her partner giving her a mild whipping. Het face is set in a grimace and crys out each time the flogger lands.

"That doesn't look so bad. Isn't it supposed to hurt a little bit," V asks?

"Um yea V! The man is using an elk skin flogger. The strands are about as a heavy as some strips of cotton. It is sorta the equivalent of of being spanked with duster," I laugh.

The scene goes on until the woman feigns collapse. Two women rush to assist her as the man releases her from the stocks. Bent over groaning, the woman takes a seat at a table in the main area as her friends fawn over her.

"B there's a woman at the bar staring at us."

I turn and lock eyes with a woman I had previously scened with staring at us. I feel the heat of her hatred across the space between us. That's D I tell V. I relate my past experience with her and will save the telling of that story for another time and post dear reader. Eyes remaining locked, I smile at D as I massage V's neck.