Despite being actively kinky all of her adult life, Lily — the girl from my post “[into the woods](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/69ni95/mf_into_the_woods_kink_semirough_public/)” — had never been to a BDSM club. It was time to change that.
For those of you who don’t want to read that story: Lily (not her real name) is a submissive masochist into rough play, breath play, spanking, and so on. She’s 5’4 with brown hair dyed red and long on top but shaved on the sides; she has light-brown eyes and cat-eye glasses, an adorable little septum piercing, and a smile to kill for. Oh, and a wonderfully curvy figure (she says she’s 170 pounds) with a perfectly spankable backside. She’s 27. As for me: I’m 38, six feet tall, bald (shaved), with blue eyes, glasses, and a beard. I qualify as a BHM, if that matters.
Lily has two jobs; one is as a waitress. Even though she was scheduled to [clopen](https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=clopen) Saturday night and Sunday morning, she still wanted to go, so we firmed up our plans. However, as usual, something got in the way. In this case, it was her last table at work: a large table, all of them with separate checks. But she did finally escape at 10:30 and head toward my place.
When Lily arrived, she was still wearing most of her work clothes, but she’d taken her shirt off and was just in a tank-top and bra. It was extremely distracting. She also had obtained a wig that was almost black in color and was wearing that — which I wasn’t a huge fan of because it meant I couldn’t pull her hair like she likes, but it looked good on her. I think she expected to come in and change, but my wife (who had given her blessing — we’re poly) was asleep on the living room couch and I didn’t want to disturb her.
We hugged, I put her stuff in my car, and off we went.
On the way things felt a little stilted, but it was mostly because Lily was nervous — not about what I was going to do to her, but about playing in public, which she’d never really done before. And the whole “we’re going to a dungeon” thing. We chatted about things going on, discussed the specific limits she had for that night (she didn’t really want any clothes to come off), and so on. When we finally arrived, I could tell her anxiety was in full force, and I reiterated that if she decided she wasn’t comfortable doing anything but watching then we would just watch. I wanted her to be in a place, mentally, where she could enjoy herself.
When you first walk into the local dungeon, there’s a smallish room where, like every other dungeon I’ve been in, you have to sign the waiver indicating that you won’t sue them if something happens. We brought our waivers into the lobby, to the woman who runs the place, paid her, and then Lily went into the bathroom to change while I put various items into my bag (a roll-aboard suitcase full of kinky things, and some not-so-kinky ones). The rules of the place are pretty simple, but the one that really bothers people I think is that you can’t have your phone out except in the lobby and smoking area. Anyone who breaks this rule gets one warning and then is asked to leave. To avoid temptation I put my phone in my bag and never take it out.
Lily took a while to change — I was worried for a minute that she was freaking out, but she wasn’t — so I took a moment to relax in the lobby. There were several people there chilling after their scenes, but the most notable thing was a tall woman, made even taller by her high-heel boots and wearing nothing but them and a corset, whose top brought her out on a leash, walked her to the bathroom, and let her go in. She had spectacular breasts, a nice ass, and was almost completely shaved. Lucky guy — though in my opinion Lily is hotter.
Especially when she came out of the bathroom wearing high heels covered in small spikes, fishnet stockings, a short skirt that flared around her thighs, and a corset that showed off plenty up top without actually revealing anything.
After a cigarette to fortify herself, we went to the main doors.
“You ready?”
“I’m ready.” She smiled, a little nervously, but when I opened the doors for her, she went in.
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The first thing I did was give Lily a little tour, showing her all the different rooms of the dungeon. There’s a main one, plus six smaller ones. People were playing all over the place — it wasn’t crowded, but it wasn’t empty either (there was one night I went where there were no more than 20 people; now *that* is empty). We ended up standing near the little hallway to the dining-and-chill area, where I went over the rules with her and let her take it all in. Mostly what we both took in was the guy straddling a pommel-horse-style spanking bench, masturbating (he had a fairly good-sized cock) — it was apparently his kink to be an exhibitionist, which, fine, no problem, as long as you clean up after yourself pretty much anything goes.
But we were here to play. I asked Lily if she wanted to be in the main room or try to find somewhere a little more private. Unfortunately all the side rooms were being used, so I brought her to a piece of equipment shaped like a half-circle with padded bars to lean against. She was more or less in the corner, but would be able to see everything going on because, since I’m right-handed, I needed to have her facing that direction.
After Lily took off the heels (she said they were hurting her feet), I put straps around her wrists and attached them, with carabiners, to the rings on the half-moon (which is what I believe they call it). I had her stretching a little, but not too much. We wanted to do her ankles too, but she’s not tall enough; next time, if there’s a cross available, I’ll just use that. I leaned in close, my body against hers, and asked if she was ready.
“Yes.” A little shaky, a little breathy, but clear consent. And yes, she knew exactly how to stop me if she needed to.
I lifted her skirt, took a moment to appreciate her gorgeous ass — she was wearing a thong again, this one with little polka dots, under the fishnets — and started to spank her.
I spank hard. My username checks out. But Lily had specifically told me that in the past most people went too hard too fast and she couldn’t last very long. I didn’t want that to happen, so I made a conscious effort to ease off a little. Not a lot — I still heard beautiful skin-against-skin sounds every time my hand made contact — but enough.
And Lily loves being spanked. Every swat came with a noise that, as I spanked her, got higher and higher in pitch. I started slow — only hitting her a dozen times — and then checked in. I do that a lot, and she said she was fine. The whole time I was up close along her side, whispering to her, a cross between check-ins and words intended to keep her mind in the scene by forcing her to answer questions by saying “yes”.
And, of course, more spanking. I got a little harder, then eased back. I went a little faster, and then a little slower. I was trying to keep her on the edge, but we’re still new to doing this with each other and instead of making her have one big orgasm, she had several normal-sized ones just from being spanked with my hand.
We took a short break, and then it was time to get out the toys.
I tried a few different things, but I kept coming back to my flogger. It’s shades of green, soft leather, and it’s very heavy. I specifically bought a heavy one because I don’t want it to hurt, and it doesn’t. It’s more of a humongous *thud* when it hits, and it made lots of those against Lily’s ass and thighs. She definitely came again, and when I asked her if she liked it, she said “yes”.
“Yes” is definitely my favorite word from her. I know a lot of tops prefer “yes, sir” or something similar, but I don’t need that. We get together to have fun, to indulge her submissive and masochistic tendencies, as well as my sadistic ones, and yes, I’m a top, but I don’t need her to give me a title for us to enjoy ourselves.
Which, by the way, is why I like my local dungeon. It doesn’t stand on ceremony. Everyone is there to have a good time; people chat, watch, do demos, show each other techniques, and so on. There is one local guy who is *SUPER SERIOUS AND YOU BETTER NOT BE DIFFERENT* but outside of him, and outside of any specific scenes that required it, it’s not a place where you have to call every top “sir” or “ma’am” if you’re a bottom and it’s not a place where you expect your bottom to do everything because you’re the top. If you think that’s what a real dungeon is like, then you need to go to your local one and get schooled.
Anyway. Back to Lily.
Several toys — and more hand-spankings — and orgasms — later, I told her it was time for me to turn her around. I unlocked her wrists and let her up; she was a little wobbly, but clearly happy, and the anxiety was almost completely gone, back to her normal “I have an anxiety disorder” level and not at the “I’m going to freak out” level. She didn’t want her wrists bound this time, but she was glad to lay back against the half-moon and stretch her arms out.
I had had plans to do lovely and painful things to her breasts, and I asked her if I could unzip the corset a bit, but she declined, saying that if I did everything would go everywhere. I of course respected her wishes and instead focused on the fronts of her thighs.
I started with some rubber bands that I had in my pockets. I simply snapped them against her thighs, and she yelped, a combination of pain and delight. Several snaps later and she was on the edge.
That’s when I switched to the cane, which turned out to be the perfect item.
This cane is acrylic or possibly lexan, clear, about 2.5 feet long including the handle, whippy, and the material is twisted. It doesn’t really sting unless you “tip” with it, which is when the tip hits before the body of it, and I’ve had a long time to get good with this one.
Lily’s thighs turned out to be *extremely* sensitive. I wasn’t whipping her with the cane like I was an English schoolmaster; I was hitting her firmly but not hard enough to hurt more than a light-to-moderate amount. Although I did add in a few harder-than-before strokes, just to keep Lily on her toes. Most of the time, I just bounced it off her thighs, or alternated, or intentionally put the tip along the crease between her thigh and her torso.
She adored it. She yelped, she moaned, she gasped, she swore, and she definitely had at least one more orgasm — when I paused to kneel before her and run my hands along her thighs, the scent of it was very obvious, and I got very hard all of a sudden. I’d had plans to not-so-subtly let her know this, but I was distracted by how much fun I was having.
And then, without warning, I grabbed Lily, spun her around, and threw her (not hard) against the padded half-moon. She was shocked, but in a good way — she told me how much she likes being manhandled (which, I mean, isn’t that kind of a sexist phrase; women can throw people around too).
I didn’t give her time to think about it, though. I raised her skirt, took out the cane, and aimed a fairly firm lick right where her bottom met her thighs.
The noise was wonderful.
Like I said, I’ve had a while to perfect my aim with this particular cane. Most of the strokes hit that same spot, although I did work over her thighs and some of her bottom as well. But I had a feeling that this was going to be the last thing we did before stopping — believe it or not, half an hour had passed since I first put the straps on her wrists — so I aimed several harder strokes right at that sweet spot until everyone in the dungeon could clearly hear her shouting as she came.
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When you’re in a public play space, you have to clean up after yourself. So I had Lily stand with our things while I sprayed the half-moon and wiped it down. I know a lot of people make their bottoms do this, but I don’t think that’s fair. Lily was wobbly enough. And, anyway, it only took a moment.
She asked if we could take a break for a while and go have a cigarette, so I went with her, out to the patio. The chairs are metal, and it was cool outside, but I could tell she was enjoying it. We sat for a bit, but it was clear that she was tired — and she had to work a double the next day (or, actually, that day, because it was almost 1:00am). So she finished her cigarette and we went back in to gather her stuff.
I was about to take the straps off her wrists when I asked if she wanted to wear them on the ride home. She smiled like a kid in a candy shop, so after we put our stuff in my car and she buckled, I linked the carabiners on the straps together — she could still use her hands, but for her I think it was more the straps around her wrists.
We talked a bit on the way back to my place — nothing consequential — and made tentative plans to meet up this coming Friday at my house, and go to the club again in a couple of weeks. Once we got home, I took the wrist straps, we hugged again, and I put her in her car and told her to text me when she got home. Which she did, safely.
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Lily was incommunicado all of Sunday — but I have a story about Sunday that I’ll be posting as soon as I write it. However, I heard from her this morning — she was exhausted, but she has plenty of good marks and absolutely loved our trip to the play space. Our mutual friend, who introduced us, confirmed this.
I can’t wait until the next time we play.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6bd5h0/mf_a_lily_in_the_dungeon_consensual_kink_public