Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Kai vividly remembered a few of last year’s scenarios. Like the set that mimicked the exam room of a doctor’s office. Evidently, it was physicals season, with athletes of every variety needing to have one done. Patrons had enjoyed playing the physician role the most. No doubt, due to the actor’s coinciding performance. His portrayal of the wary-yet-subservient patient was exceptionally stimulating.
And then there was the enactment involving puppy-play, its setting at a kennel equipped with cages and training gear. The scenario: a possible adoption, depending upon how obedient the happy pooch was with their potential new master. That was a mix between which character the patrons wanted to play, with the scenes ending up just as spirited as they were arousing. Lots of petting and cajoling. Lots of commands. And with each eventual act of submission, lots of praise and treats. Kai had to admit, he’d actually enjoyed that depiction a lot.
His favorite, however, had been set in an alien rainforest. One of the characters was a human explorer, freshly caught in a rope trap after bathing in the river. The scene began with him taking an unlucky step, then getting yanked up into a net intended for prey. Naked and wet, he swayed helplessly, suspended in the air, arms tangled in the rope, his knees pinned awkwardly against his chest.
Then came the arrival of the other character, portraying the role of an indigenous male. Buff patrons chose to play this part, which required they be prepped with dark purple body paint, a head piece of dreads, and black leather loincloths. The end product had looked pretty badass, but the scene they’d brought to life had been even hotter. Unabashed, curious, horny alien meets human virgin, with a communication barrier. Lots of misunderstandings on the alien’s part. Lots of yelping and squirming and oh, God’s on the exasperated human’s. Kai chuckled at the memory. It’d almost felt like comedic erotica. He wondered if they were doing something similar this year. From the escalator, he couldn’t tell, and didn’t have time at the moment to go see. Maybe when class was over, he’d go check it out.
As he stepped off the escalator, the music from the nightclub down below pulsed up through his feet. Gritty and throbbing, it vibrated the floor, its dark, seductive tempo rolling up his body, working deep into his bones. A Corpse Husband and Savage Gasp tune. He knew it well. Loved to crank it at home when he was in one of those moods. Corpse’s gravel-shredded vocals were just so ridiculous. As someone once stated, it’s like his voice has fucking abs.
Kai peered down at the club the pulsating tempo was reverberating from. The Den—which he was pretty sure was a euphemism for den of iniquities. Especially on weekends. Weekends were insane, the heat factor cranked up enormously in comparison to weekdays. Provocatively dressed waiters. Dancers grinding in grungy cages. Sex acts transpiring all over the dance floor, in booths, against the bar. Hell, even now, he could see a fuck train going on; four lean stags with their leathers down, aggressively thrusting to the music’s pace.
Smirking, Kai shook his head and continued on his way to his classroom. All around him, the upper-level pathways flowed with patrons from every walk of life, the stream of bodies reminding him of blood coursing through robust veins.
He glanced over the railing at the much more expansive crowd below. Like an undulating sea, coursing this way and that, of flesh and leather. Taking in the view, he contemplated Dom District’s dynamic. How one might assume the energy there would be predominantly and heavily masculine. But in fact, it was a very rich mixture of both masculine and feminine. Which, of course, many would assume meant male and female energies. But the truth was, every being on the planet possessed both. Fundamental energies that had nothing to do with gender, but rather, inherent human qualities.
Put simply, masculine energy represented the desire to give, while feminine energy represented the desire to receive. And in this ocean of virile men, inherently either submissive or dominant in nature, those were exactly and unequivocally the qualities they exuded. The Doms’ desire to give their subs what they need, and the subs’ desire to receive it from their Doms. Of course, on the flip side, the same was true. Subs absolutely gave to their Doms in their own right. And in that sense, Doms whole-heartedly luxuriated in the act of receiving.
Kai returned his attention to straight ahead as he walked, passing rental shops, stores, and mini venues along the way. His destination was still a few more entrances down.
When he first started teaching Shibari, he remembered thinking how curious it was that couples would spend their Friday evenings attending a class. He came to the conclusion, though, that learning something fun was truly its own kind of entertainment. Some couples devoted date night to instructional ballroom or salsa dancing. Others went to Shibari classes. To each their own.