Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider
‘After she’d given me the key, Eva led me upstairs to a room she’d booked for us.’ Max laughed. ‘To be frank, I didn’t know whether to be turned on or terrified. The place was like a maze; everywhere you looked there were things I’d never seen before. Upstairs on the first floor they used to have some communal playrooms. Eva called them the galleries and you could just walk through them. In the first one there were two blondes, maybe in their twenties, with a big tall guy who looked like a rugby player. He was fucking one and licking the other one’s pussy.’ Max grinned. ‘They were loving it. And then there was a girl called Trude, who liked to paint herself all over – naked, pierced – and some guy giving another guy a blow job on the stairs. In the back room there was a man suspended from the ceiling, hog-tied on a huge metal candelabra; he was gagged, and had weights hanging from his balls. And right in the middle of the room was a young guy, athletic, probably in his twenties, all rippling oiled muscle, up on all fours on a plinth, being buggered by a man dressed as a bear.’
‘Are you serious?’ I said.
Max laughed. ‘Oh God yes. You’ve never seen anything like it. It was like the craziest circus ever mixed with the Kama Sutra. I didn’t know where to look or what to look at next. Eva kept laughing at me; I’d got her on a leash, but it was more a way of ensuring that I didn’t get lost than me leading her anywhere. I remember the bear winked at me and Eva said, “Do you want to join them? We can always ask. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.” I was stunned.
‘Anyway, we got to a room on the next floor and Eva said that there was someone she wanted me to meet. I was just hoping to hell it wasn’t the bear man. She pushed the door open. Inside was a woman dressed in leather shorts, peaked cap and bikini top. She was probably in her late twenties or early thirties, hard-looking, with the most amazing muscular body. She was all smiles, and held out a hand. She told me her name was Jessa, that she was a friend of Eva’s and that she was going to show me how to train her. I wasn’t altogether sure what she meant – Eva seemed pretty well trained to me.
‘She laughed and said something like, “Actually, I will be helping to train you. Eva said that you are a natural and that you just need a little instruction.”
‘I thought that was over-egging the pudding. I was thinking I’d probably need a lot but I didn’t let on. It was the first time I saw a real Dom in action.
‘Eva was about to say something but Jessa turned round and snapped, “Be quiet. On your knees. Now.”
‘I was used to orders but not like this.
‘Eva did as she was told, her eyes down in submission. Jessa stood in front of her, legs spread, hands on her hips, and said, “Kiss my boots.”
‘And she did, as though in an act of worship. It looked horny as hell. Jessa explained that what Eva wanted and needed was for me to take control: for her, controlling was part of showing that I cared. Do you understand, Sarah?’
Max looked at me.
I nodded. ‘I think so, but weren’t you nervous about getting it wrong or hurting her?’
‘Yes, but I wanted to be with Eva and I kind of understood. And I could see from her expression that Eva was clearly enjoying it. Then Jessa picked up a length of rope that was over the back of a chair and said, “I’m going to show you how to tie her and beat her, and then we will share her. Is that acceptable?”
‘I’m not sure what shocked me the most: beating Eva or sharing her with another woman. When I didn’t reply she said, “It will all become perfectly clear.”
Then she ordered Eva to stand up and told her to hold out her hands.
‘Jessa really liked rope – the way it looked and the marks it left. During the time we were friends she spent hours showing me how to tie someone up, how to ensure you weren’t tying them too tightly or cutting off the circulation. She was a great Dom; being with her was like doing Bondage 101, and as she talked she demonstrated on Eva. That night we ended up binding the rope around Eva’s wrists in long cuffs, from the wrist to halfway up her forearm.’
Max took my hand and drew his finger up my arm to show me what he meant, as the waiter delivered our first course. Max thanked him and waited till he was out of earshot before saying, ‘Just as Jessa was finishing off the knots she said, “Were you ever a Scout?” I couldn’t work out if she was taking the mickey or not, but she assured me that she wasn’t. Knots are very useful, she said, and I should get a book and practise,’ Max said
‘Really?’ I said, with a grin. ‘Are you serious?’
Max nodded. ‘Yes, and she bought me one that year for Christmas. I think I’ve still got it somewhere. Jessa was fabulous, very intense, very serious – just how you would imagine a real Dominatrix to be. She was also a sweetheart, really funny and great company. She and I were friends for years, even after Eva.
‘Anyway, the rooms at the club were designed to accommodate all sorts of tastes. There were places to tie your partner in, plastic sheeting, ropes, chains. In the room we were in there was a metal bar secured to the ceiling. Jessa threw a length of rope and tied Eva off so that her hands were above her head. Jessa was all safety, making sure that you could get your sub down in a hurry if need be. She had a set of tools and toys in a canvas roll and used to unpack them like a surgeon before we started to play, and she always had a pair of scissors or a knife handy in a pouch on her belt.
‘Once we’d got Eva secured to the bar she handed me an adjustable pole with bolt hooks at either end and a pair of cuffs to put round Eva’s ankles in order to spread her legs. I was shaking so much I could barely undo the buckles.’
He looked at me across the table. I’d barely touched my starter.
‘Have you ever seen The Sorcerer’s Apprentice?’ Max said with a grin as he made a start on his pâté. ‘That was me, handing Jessa lengths of ropes and pieces of equipment. But when I looked up at Eva, she grinned and blew me a kiss. I knew she was enjoying it and I knew she was right: this was me. It just felt right. Then Jessa took a cloth from the pocket of her shorts and gagged Eva.
‘You don’t gag someone unless you know them really well, so that you can spot if there is anything wrong. You don’t want them to choke. I always use a ball gag – they are safer. Jess tied the knot tightly, pulling the fabric so that it sat between Eva’s lips. Once it was in place she grabbed hold of Eva’s chin and licked her cheek. She told her how gorgeous she was and how glad she was that she had invited her to come and play with us.
‘It felt like I was watching a film. Jess took a thinner cord from the chair and bound Eva’s breasts – it was the first time I’d ever seen breast bondage.’
I stared at him, feeling my jaw drop. Although Max was speaking in hushed tones, it felt extraordinary to be having this kind of conversation in such a public place. I looked round. No one else seemed to be taking a blind bit of notice. I wondered what they were all talking about; my best bet was that it wasn’t breast bondage.
He grinned. ‘Jessa caught hold of one of her nipples and pulled her breast away from her ribs. Eva really yelped and for a split second I thought about stepping in and stopping her. That was until I saw the expression on her face. She tipped her head back and let out a long throaty moan while Jessa wrapped the cord tightly round her breast – and I mean really tightly. Then Jessa bent down and sucked her nipples.’
I made an effort to close my mouth. ‘Does it hurt?’
‘It makes the flesh swell and the nipple very full and very sensitive – you’ll like it,’ he said, watching my face. ‘So then Jessa handed me the cord. I was all fingers and thumbs, not helped by Eva wriggling and purring or by me having a raging hard-on. In the end Jessa had to help. She grabbed hold