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“And I don’t even wanna hear from you for at least an hour! Well, unless you need me, of course. But dammit, girl you got to go have a little fun!”
Viv could picture her best friend Naia with her hand on her hip, acting like a stern mother, but failing to keep a totally straight face.
“I should have just waited until you could go with me… I don’t know why I thought coming here alone was a good idea, even for a second,” the blonde wailed into her cellphone. She looked longingly back at the taxi that was now leaving her at Playground 51.
“Well, you know we won’t be back until the end of summer, so that would be a long wait. Besides, I’m not sure if your best friend of 25 years needs to see all that you get up to tonight anyway.” Naia laughed as if that was the silliest idea. “You might get into some mischief with a guy, who knows! You’ll definitely have more fun on your own.”
Naia’s comments suddenly triggered an image for Vivian of seeing her naked in a pool, laughing and urging her to come in, too. But she realized it wasn’t just a thought, it was a memory. From the night she met Naia. A moment she hadn’t thought of in over a decade.
Viv was invited to a sorority pool party by another friend, but Tiffany had left after a couple hours with a frat boy. The pool in the backyard of the sorority house had just a few people in it, but they were totally naked, probably drunk, and everyone seemed a little giggly.
“Hey! Come on in, girl, the water’s great!” the alluring and petite young woman with sleek brown hair had called out when she spotted Vivian.
Emboldened by enough alcohol herself at this point, usually-shy Vivian only protested for a minute before deciding to skinny dip with the others. Naia was pretty flirty, and it wasn’t long before she and Naia were intertwined and making out behind the pool’s waterfall. Plenty of below-the-waist touching also occurred that night, and Vivian was not so drunk then that she didn’t still recall every hot detail well.
The next day, Vivian remembered what happened between herself and Naia with a shocked smile on her face. She couldn’t believe she had done that. But it was so hot and she really didn’t feel any regret. Why should she?
But the next time she ran into Naia at a party, Naia seemed to have completely forgotten what had happened between them. She didn’t even seem to recognize Vivian at all. So, instead of bringing it up, Viv kept it to herself as the two became good friends. The blonde wanted to see if it was a one-off for Naia, or if it would happen again. It didn’t.
Naia soon began dating a guy who she eventually married and had three kids with, and Vivian almost forgot all about that first night. Until now.
Vivian shook her head like she was clearing an Etch-a-Sketch to get the unhelpful images out. “One hour. I promised one hour. Even if I only sit at the bar the whole time.”
“Well, fine, but I sure hope you at least talk to someone! Now that Kaylee is older, at least you won’t have to be so worried about her!”
Ugh, don’t remind me. Vivian winced. Her 19 year-old daughter was almost old enough to go to The Playground herself now, a thought that made Naia’s words more agitating than soothing.
Naia interpreted her silence correctly. “Look, she’s a good kid, and she’s fine. You’re a hot mom with a bod, and you’ll be fine.”
“Eh, right. Look, I’m gonna go get this over with. Start my timer now, I’ll call you after.”
Having been best friends since they were 20-year-olds in college, Naia and Viv had come to feel more like sisters than anything. It would probably have been weird if she came along, but as a single mom with no time to date for the past five years, her confidence level was at an all-time low.
Vivian tugged on her tiny tank top nervously as she stepped through the entry doors alongside an arriving group of confident and excited-looking twenty-somethings. The top she had chosen was too short to cover her stomach, but when she pulled it down, it just pushed her voluminous cleavage out into the open more.
What am I doing here?
The laughter from the group of young people ahead of her drifted away and melted into the sounds of pumping music, arcade noises, and chatter of excited people. Vivian’s eyes finally adjusted to the light, allowing her to take in the illuminated giant white rabbit at the entrance, and the massiveness of the dimly lit but glittering space.
The blonde yanked at her long straight hair timidly, walking deeper into The Playground, looking for the bar near the center. Vivian passed some play rooms on each side of the wide hall, where she could vaguely see some arcade-type games and possibly a Virtual Reality studio.
Maybe later… I need a drink, first.
The oval bar surrounded two pillars cast to look like trees beneath blue and green LED-lit leaves. This space really was its own world. The stools were made of some kind of sparkly purple plastic, shaped like mushrooms. She half expected to see fairies flitting around as well.
“Hello, there.”
Vivian grabbed for a menu nearby, expecting that the bartender was trying to take her order.
“First time here?”
It wasn’t the bartender, but a bearded younger man, perhaps in his mid-thirties, sitting two mushrooms down and smiling at her.
“Oh, yes, just kind of checking it out for the first time,” Vivian smiled politely and looked back down at the menu in her hands.
“Not sure if you need help finding out what this place is all about, but I’m a bit of a regular here, and I’d be happy to be your unofficial tour guide, if you wanted.”
“That’s super sweet of you, but I’m not sure how long I’m staying. You don’t need to take the time to do that.”
“It’d be no problem…” the man began, but then seemed to think twice about continuing. “I understand, though! I hope you have a great night, lovely.” With a wink and a small smile, he got up and left the bar.
Lovely?
“Heyo, how’s it going?”
Viv turned back to the bar to see that the bartender was in front of her, patting his hands on his brown apron to dry them off. He wore a pair of small glasses and a large smile.
“Oh… it’s going. Uh. I don’t know what to order. I normally go for a glass of Sangiovese when I want to loosen up, but I don’t really see anything I recognize on this menu.”
The bartender took a few minutes to explain to Vivian that despite having no alcohol on site, many of the cocktails had a purpose, and if “letting your hair down is what you need,” he recommended the “Sexy Spritzer.” Through the magic of combining various natural ingredients, he promised she’d feel better in no time.
While he mixed the drink, the bartender made small talk, asking her whether she’d been there before and what kind of things she might be interested in finding while here.
“So, I don’t know, I guess I originally thought I might… I don’t know, find someone to hook up with, or at least chat with a bit. But I’ve been single for so long, I’m not sure I feel attractive enough for that.”
“Really?” the bartender looked over his glasses at her like she was crazy. “First of all, you have to know that’s not true right?”
Vivian looked down at herself for a moment, mostly seeing freckled cleavage peeking out of her teal top, but just shrugged in response.
“And second of all, I know that guy Toby who was just talking to you - really nice regular. It’s okay if you weren’t into him, but just so you know, he’s not a fuckboy type and probably thought you were hot. All I’m saying is, don’t discount yourself - you’ll have a great time here if you wanna!”
“You think he was…” Vivian trailed off, contemplating the bartender’s words, wondering if he was just being nice.
He set something light garnet and bubbly in front of Vivian, looking a lot like a wine spritzer. “Try it out! Let me know how you like it. I have a feeling you’re going to have a great time.” The bartender smiled again and stepped aside to help someone else nearby.
He thought I was hot? Jesus, I’m dense these days if that’s true.
Vivian caught sight of herself in the mirror behind the mixers at the back of the bar. Long blonde hair, makeup done, voluptuous figure… still, it had apparently been enough time since she’d really had any male attention, that she figured she’d long since lost her sex appeal.
Presently, she began to feel a warmth flowing through her body and down between her thighs. Not the rush of alcohol, but something… different. She sipped the last of her drink and set the glass down on the bar.
Wandering through the expansive space, she noticed that a lot of people were walking around with very little to no clothing on. Not at all like any bar or entertainment center she’d ever imagined before. It was interesting, seeing how most people seemed completely at ease with all the nakedness and sexual activity going on around them.
“Holy shit, I think I’m in love!”
Viv was passing the VR studio just then. She followed the voice to see a naked, giggling woman stepping wobbily out of what looked like a mix between a tanning bed and those water massage booths she used to see at the mall.
“It’s so realistic, right? I love that thing. Just don’t spend all your time there, you might lose your mind,” her friend laughed, grabbing her arm and pulling her away to go somewhere else.
Vivian stared at it for a second. What was so special about that machine that you could fall in love or lose your mind in there? She needed to know.
Coming closer, she saw that the instructions on the machine stated that you could pick your preferred VR partner to have near-lifelike sex with. No one had to know what character you chose. Perfect for shy types or anyone still exploring their sexuality. And a reminder, which everyone already knew because it was a huge selling point for Playground 51, that all surfaces here made for sexual contact were composed of a polymer that made disease transmission essentially impossible.
Excellent. Except… I probably have to take my clothes off, first, don’t I?
The single mom glanced around nervously. Everyone nearby seemed to be involved in their own activities, and no one seemed to be staring. She wiggled out of her tight top and black miniskirt before she could talk herself out of it and threw herself on the clamshell-style bed, yanking the lid down to close it. The plastic bed above and below her was filled with a squishy gel-like substance, and fortunately left plenty of room to breathe and move, so she didn’t feel suffocated inside.
“Put the goggles on and choose your partner to start,” a generic female voice said.
A pair of VR goggles hung attached to a holder above her face. Vivian grabbed them and put them on. She was now looking up into a blue sky.
“Choose a partner by saying their number out loud,” came the voice. Twelve lifelike pictures of potential partners appeared on the screen. Four were male, four female, and four more androgynous individuals. They were not wearing clothes, but, like Barbie and Ken dolls, none seemed to have any genitals.
Vivian was a little confused, but wanted to see what would happen. After hovering a few seconds too long on one of the female characters, she proceeded to choose a male partner, “five,” a redhead with freckles and a nice body. Nothing like her ex. Perfect.
“Please choose the genitals you’d prefer.”
Oh. I see! This really was a choose-your-own adventure. After a moment of imagining the wide range of combinations she could create, Vivian chose one of three penises that looked friendly enough.
“Please choose the location you’d like to have sex at.”
Five options appeared on the screen, photos of beautiful places. A beach in Bali. A picnic blanket in Central Park. A big bed in The Prince Sakura Hotel in Tokyo. A cozy cabin in the woods. Floating in a cool blue ocean under the moon.
She picked Tokyo. Her ex-husband had never taken her anywhere remotely as nice as that. Why not treat herself if she could be anywhere, with anyone?
The scene materialized before her eyes. She was in a large, luxurious room adorned with gold and beige accents throughout. To her side, from her view on an expansive bed, there was a panoramic window overlooking a shimmering night-time Tokyo.
And the bed! By some magic of the gel, she could almost feel the downy softness of a hotel bed beneath her.
A tall, lean, redheaded man wearing only blue boxers was walking toward her. She spied a banana-shaped outline in the silk. The muscles in his arms, legs, and abdomen, rippled naturally when he moved, as if it was a scene from a movie. She wondered if this simulation was based on a real-life model. Her AI partner smiled when she looked at him, stopping at the end of the bed.
“Hello, gorgeous,” his voice rumbled sexily.
“H-hi,” Vivian replied weakly. Despite knowing she was talking to a program, she felt butterflies when he looked at her.
His eyes never left hers as he slowly removed his boxers. Her heart pounded as she saw the base of his erection appear over the waistband. The man grinned, as if in response to her expression, teasingly sliding the boxers down further until his deliciously hard cock sprung free of the underwear and bounced in the air.
Blue silk fell to the floor around his ankles, but he didn’t look down. His sparkling eyes remained locked on hers as he reached for his cock and pumped a few times, highlighting his impressive bicep and shoulder muscles.
Vivian felt a trickle between her thighs. For the first time in a while, she realized she was getting wet. Really wet.
Suddenly he stopped and placed his hands on the end of the bed, lustfully feasting his eyes on her naked body. She felt his weight pressing on the mattress.
The gel substance must be able to replicate the weight and touch of a human with this program - how interesting and magical.
“You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he growled. “I absolutely must have you.”
“Me? No, you’re the sexiest thing. And you absolutely can have me.” Vivian giggled up at the freckled hottie.
With a hungry look on his face, the man placed his hands around her thighs and knelt to lick her, just to the side of her clit. Viv felt the tingling sensation growing. He licked the other side. She moaned. He licked her slit from the vaginal opening to the bottom of her clit. She lifted her hips higher.
She looked down through the gap between her large breasts toward her shaven pussy to see that her clit was hardening and starting to peek out from its little hood. Vivian always thought that her clitoris was a bit larger than other womens’ and often felt weird about it, but right now there was no shame, only growing pleasure.
Seeing a hot guy swirling his tongue on her clit and pussy while his strong arms held her legs in place was super exciting to watch, but it was just feeling so good that she had to throw her head back and close her eyes.
Vivian had never really asked a man to go down on her, so it rarely happened in past relationships. Besides, on the few occasions that she did experience it, she felt too inside her own head to allow much to come of it. Currently, however, that was not the case.
“Fuuuck…” she moaned, as he began to suck her clit more intently, still using his tongue to envelope more of her, as if eating a soft serve ice cream cone. Just as she thought it couldn’t get any better, her lover slid one thick finger inside her.
“UHNnnnn,” she cried, bucking her hips in ecstasy. He slid one, then two, fingers in and out of her wet pussy with inhumanly perfect rhythm as he continued to lick and suck on her. She was getting close. The heat on her clit and G-spot was growing, and more wetness continued to leak out of her with every squelching plunge of her partner’s fingers.
“Oh… oh… OH… OH MY GODDDDDD…” Vivian dug her fingernails into the bed as she shook and came with more force than she’d ever recalled doing before. Her heart was still pounding and she was still panting a minute later, when he finally completely drew back.
“I hope you loved that, gorgeous.”
In spite of herself, Vivian was grinning from ear to ear. “It was definitely, definitely the best.”
“Good. You deserve nothing but the best.” He sounded sincere. “Can I give you more, baby?”
“More? Of you? Oh my… yes, please.”
The downy bed shifted under the weight of the densely muscular man as he climbed onto the bed and placed his hands and legs on the sides of her. She looked up into his deep blue eyes. He stared intensely and purposefully back into hers. He leaned down and kissed her, softly, but sweetly, on the lips.
Vivian’s hands began to wander, touching what she could reach. A six pack abdomen, strong hip bones, and… yes, a hard, thick cock.
“Mmmmm,” Vivian moaned. It wasn’t even inside her yet, but she wanted it. She lifted her hips up and gently guided him to her dripping pussy. “I want you inside me,” she whispered.
He pushed, and seemed to glide right in. Whether it was her own lubrication or something else, he seemed to fit perfectly - not too much pressure, not too little.
“Oh, my goddddd,” Vivian let out.
Her nerves were on fire in the best way. The muscle man began thrusting into her at a steady pace, deep and slow. It felt sooo good. But she wanted him to go faster now. She hoped he’d figure it out soon.
A minute later, he was still going at exactly the same pace. Vivian realized that she was probably going to have to ask. But she never gave feedback during sex - she clammed up every time she felt she wanted to say something, and just let her partner do their thing. But silently hoping for something to change never worked. Besides - this partner wouldn’t judge her, so why not practice speaking up?
“Umm… love?” Vivian knew she was unnecessarily softening it, but couldn’t seem to stop herself. “Er… could you possibly go a little faster?”
“Anything for you, Goddess,” the sexy man rumbled in her ear.
Goddess? Hmmm… that’s a new one. I like it.
The pace picked up incrementally, until she felt it was just right.
“Right there, exactly right there - don’t stop!”
She locked eyes again with the hunk on all fours above her, muscles flexing and abs rippling as he pounded steadily into her. Unlike any man she’d ever been with, he didn’t suddenly appear to be close to cumming, despite the increased pace.
Nearly every time a man got close to cumming before her, she’d lose her orgasm. If he came while on top of her, he’d stop moving, fall to the side with a grunt, and it would be over for her anyway. Some partners were so predictable, she could barely even rouse herself to feel horny at all.
This dreamboat would be no issue, though, it seemed. Vivian felt herself truly relax into the sensations. The warm weight of a hard abdomen brushing hers. Her large breasts bouncing freely as he pounded into her. His solid cock rubbing her G-spot, hard and fast. Her clit rubbing repeatedly against his smooth skin.
And just like that, she was cumming again. This time, she felt herself begin to squirt - she could feel the liquid spritzing her thighs and ass every time he pounded. Vivan let loose with a wordless scream, louder than before. She didn’t care.
“That was. Fucking. Amazing,” she breathed.
“I’m glad you loved it. Do you need to go hydrate? We can also go again if you want.”
Viv laughed. If it wasn’t for the fact that her current partner was so different from her previous ones that he had to be inhuman, she’d almost have forgotten that he wasn’t real.
“You know what, I think I do need to go hydrate. Maybe I’ll be back later.”
The man and the room around her dissolved.
Who knows? Maybe I will.
Just as the girl before her had, Vivian got out of the booth feeling shaky but fantastic.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Vivian was thirsty. She gulped the Harvey Bedbanger faster than she meant to, and had already begun to feel a tingling throughout her body. The orange juice-based drink was supposed to boost libido and energy, but she didn’t realize it was going to start working instantly.
It might have been her flushed face and ear-to-ear grin that gave her away - or possibly the fact that she’d only bothered to put her bra and panties back on after the VR experience - but the bartender had told her she looked like his prediction about her having a great time had come true. She admitted, with a sly smile, that he had been very right.
Viv confessed that her “great time” had come from an AI date, but told the bartender that even if that was all that ever happened here, she’d definitely be back.
The bartender just laughed and shook his head. “That’s a perfect way to get started, but if that’s all you ever do, you’re missing out on a lot more fun stuff. I recommend you try out The Grotto. It’s low pressure but a great place to get your feet wet… pardon the expression.”
The Grotto. She knew from talking to Naia that this was one of her preferred places to go with her husband. They never talked too extensively in detail on what Naia and Rob got up to when they went, but it sounded to Vivian like, at least, there would be some pretty good people-watching there. That could be fun, if nothing else.
Vivian thanked the bartender and left, finding that the Grotto wasn’t far away.
It was much larger and more beautiful of a space than she expected, dimly lit only by a glowing green waterfall and pool/hot tub. It seemed to Vivian to be a cross between a high-end spa and an actual cave pool. The walls and ceiling actually appeared to be underground, and the pool’s irregular shape looked natural, yet there were paved walkways along the sides lined with shelves holding rolled towels.
Viv ventured up to the edge of the giant, round hot tub toward the entrance of the room. There really were quite a few people in the Grotto at the moment, but fewer in the hot tub than the pool, so she quickly doffed her underwear and slipped into a vacant space, immersing herself up to the neck in frothy water. Her long blonde hair floated and fanned out around her shoulders while her breasts tried to bob to the surface.
The sexual vibe in the hot tub simmered, quiet moans and sighs mixing with bubbling jets and slapping sounds. It was mostly the slapping of water from movement, but also some of skin on skin, she realized as she took in the view.
A dark-haired, tawny-complexioned woman gasped on the edge of the hot tub where her darkly melanated partner vigorously drilled into her as if it was their last day on earth. Viv honestly couldn’t remember the last time she’d been fucked like that. She took a moment to soak it in, vicariously experiencing excitement through them.
To her left, a softer scene was taking place. Two women were entwined in a passionate makeout session. The brunette’s hands ran through the tattooed woman’s bobbed black hair, while the latter grabbed her ass under the strings of her tiny blue bikini.
The tattoos on the black-haired woman were entrancing; here lining the back of her taut arm in a cursive print, there tracing the curve of her hip in an intricate floral pattern. It was mesmerizing to watch as she moved in the water, running her hands up to the full breasts of her playmate. When she gave them a squeeze, the brunette moaned and gently bit the other’s bottom lip.
She moved her hands beneath the long, wavy hair to pull her in and kiss her neck. In response, the brunette threw her head back and to the side to make space for more kisses around her clavicle. Through slitted eyes, she must have caught sight of Vivian staring at them, because large brown eyes were suddenly staring back at her.
Oh, shit. Viv had forgotten herself. She quickly looked down, embarrassed. It probably wasn’t polite to ogle, even in a space like this. A moment later, she heard sloshing to her left.
“Hey pretty,” a feminine voice permeated the gurgling of the hot tub.
Vivian looked up to see the black-haired woman floating toward her in the water. She wore a big, sweet smile and nothing else.
“I’m Yvonne and this is my friend Bri,” she gestured toward her friend who was grinning and wading over as well. She bit her lip as her eyes flicked up from Viv’s chest under the water. “We noticed you noticing… and we were wondering, would you like to join us?
“J-join? Oh!” Vivian spluttered. “I- I mean, I think you two are gorgeous…” Figuring out what to say in this case apparently did not come naturally to her. Did this idea absolutely turn her on? Yes. Did she know how to approach… whatever would come next? Not in the least.
“Don’t worry.” Yvonne smiled devilishly, as if reading Vivian’s mind. “We can take the lead.”
“Oh, okay,” Vivian smiled, trying not to let on about her mixture of trepidation and excitement.
Both other women were now very close to Viv. The warmth of their bodies added to the heat of the water. Or maybe it was just the hotness of anticipation she was feeling. Bri began to stroke the blonde’s arm. Yvonne leaned in to kiss her cheek. Vivian took a chance and reached for Bri’s side, gently caressing her waist.
“Mmm,” Bri purred. “Can I kiss you?”
Viv nodded and leaned in.
The kiss lasted more than a few seconds, and when it ended, Vivian felt a dizzying rush of adrenaline combined with a tingling throughout her body. It was a sensation she’d really only experienced once before.
Yvonne took a turn with Vivian. Her kisses began soft and sweet, then gently probing with her tongue. Vivian could feel Bri’s hands running along her sides, then down toward her curvy ass, squeezing and gripping at intervals, sending electric thrills throughout her body.
Yvonne’s hands made their way to her hair, half wet and heavy in the water. What a feeling, to be pulled in and wanted like that! Vivian moaned and found her hands starting to wander along the back of Yvonne’s arms. At the same time, two hands came from behind and began massaging her breasts, finding her nipples with a gentle pinch now and again.
The adrenaline must have been inhibiting any tendencies of shyness now, because Viv surprised herself by reaching back with one arm to grab Bri’s ass, while pulling Yvonne closer by the waist with her other arm. Bri kissed Viv’s neck while Yvonne ducked down to suck on her nipple. Two fingers wandered down between her legs and began exploring.
Viv couldn’t hold back a moan. The hot tub had most definitely gotten hotter.
Yvonne didn’t waste much time before she began to finger Vivian, and Bri tilted the blonde’s head back to kiss her deeply. Vivian’s breasts tilted up and out of the water as she leaned back toward the brunette. Yvonne took the opportunity to suck on Vivian’s other nipple.
“I have an idea,” someone whispered presently. The girls seemed to have the same idea, because together they took Vivian’s hands to lead her to the edge of the hot tub, sitting her, naked and dripping, on the deck. From the step below, Bri gently nudged her knees apart to provide access to her shaven pussy.
Vivian couldn’t believe what was happening. Bri looked up at Viv, whose blue eyes were round with amazement, before bringing her face up between Viv’s pale, wet thighs. Vivian felt a female tongue traversing her intimate areas for the first time.
Bri’s tongue was delicate, but skilled, and sought out all the right places as she went. Not mechanically precise, as her VR date had been, but excitingly varied and purposeful. Viv leaned back on her arms and closed her eyes while trying to relax and savor the new experience. It certainly felt amazing. She assumed the Harvey Bedbanger was also helping where her nervousness would have detracted.
Suddenly, the tongue was gone.
Why’d she stop? Vivian opened her eyes to see where Bri went, and saw Yvonne pulling her aside to take her place. Wow… is this really happening?
By the time Yvonne’s mouth touched her labia, Vivian’s nerves were screaming with desire. The first few licks elicited unbidden moans and hip gyrations toward her dark-haired partner’s mouth.
“Oh my, does the cowgirl like?” Yvonne giggled in response to Viv’s riding motion. “There’s more where that came from, don’t you worry.”
Vivian opened her eyes for a minute to take in the sight of the pretty girl licking and sucking between her legs, feeling like she was participating in a really hot porn scene. Not that she’d have ever admitted to watching that sort of thing, of course.
Yvonne slid two deft fingers into Vivian, never taking her mouth away from her clit.
“Mmmmph!”
The sound of pleasure came from between Vivian’s thighs. About the same time that Vivian inserted two fingers into Yvonne, Bri had cupped Yvonne’s left breast and began fingering her as well. Soon, both women were moaning in unison.
This time, Vivian didn’t close her eyes. She had to watch as Bri gleefully fingered her friend under the water, her beautiful breasts slapping the water as she did so. The sight of a woman fingering and licking her while being fucked by another from behind drove her right up to - and then over the edge.
Vivian felt a waterfall trickling from within her as the curved fingers continued to coax an amazing, full-body orgasm out of her. The tingling pleasure shot through her fingers and toes, branching out from her pulsing clit and vagina.
“Oh… oh… oh my god…” Viv heard herself breathe as her toes curled and she started to come down from her orgasm.
“Oh - FUCK!” Apparently, it was now Yvonne’s turn to cum. She had stopped going down on Vivian, but hadn’t moved far, because Bri was still fingering her from behind. Yvonne’s eyes were squeezed shut and lips parted, while her fingernails dug into Viv’s thighs.
“Way to go, ladies!” Bri laughed as she slowed her fingering to a stop. “That double climax was fantastic to watch - great timing!”
“Hey, I was just a passive participant, don’t give me too much credit! You two are the skilled ones!” Vivian beamed back at the other two.
“I’m sure you have plenty of skill, don’t you worry!” Yvonne said with a wink.
“Want me to try on you, Bri?” Vivian asked.
“Actually, there was a bull riding thing I saw earlier that I have been dying to check out. We might go do that… want to come with us?”
“Hmmm,” Vivian thought for a moment, but figured it might still be just a tad too public for her currently. “Maybe I’ll go over there a little later. I wanna just poke around for a little and see what other rooms they have here.”
“Thanks for having fun with us, then! Hope you have a great time exploring out there!”
Vivian slipped back into her bra and underwear, and the women exchanged hugs before heading their separate ways.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
WHHHAP! WHHHAP! WHHHAP!
Vivian heard the sounds of leather on skin before she saw anything. It was dark behind the burgundy velvet curtains, darker even than the large main hall. She had barely any context for what a room dubbed “The Dungeon” would look like, so as the room materialized for her in the pseudo-candle light, she absorbed a surprising scene.
On the end of the room nearest to her, a woman was bound by cords, hanging from the ceiling. Vivian stopped breathing for a moment, processing her first unexpected image in the dim room.
What the hell is this place?
However, as she continued to stare, she realized she was looking at living art. Art created with rope and the beauty of a human body.
The woman was bound with her naked breasts thrust upward, head tilted back. Her back arched gracefully over the support of three ties around her ribs and lower back, several bindings up her left thigh, while her right leg extended outward. Her head tilted backward while her long, wavy hair hung toward the floor. As if she was a tired angel being beamed up toward heaven, her arms dangled down toward earth.
Next to her, a tall, fully bearded man with a shaved head checked the ropes from which she hung. As he did so, he rotated her gently from the ring on which all her cords were tied, demonstrating great care and gentleness with his touch.
WHHHAP! WHHHAP! WHHHAP!
Vivian’s head snapped toward the smacking leather sounds, coming again from the other side of the room. As entranced as she had been by the rope scene, she was curious about the rest of the large, strange space, and felt drawn toward something she could see happening a little ways away.
“Yes, Mistress.”
As she drew closer, she saw that a man was on his knees, with hands bound behind him. He was looking up at a woman wearing a full black lingerie set and thigh-high leather boots. She held a riding crop in a long-gloved hand, also black, just under his chin.
“Tell me again who is in charge, little slut.”
“You, Mistress.”
“Good boy.”
Vivian was watching intently from the corner. She noticed that his ankles were also shackled together behind him so that he had to sit on his heels. It didn’t look overly comfortable, but it seemed that was part of the deal. His naked ass had a few red welts on it, and she realized this was probably the contact point that had caused the leather-to-skin sounds she’d been hearing.
What a fascinating dynamic.
“You’ve put up with this well for a few minutes, so I will let you have a small treat, sub.” The woman took a step toward the man in her insanely tall heels, then spread her feet in a dominant and open stance. She had a slit down her mesh panties that exposed her pussy lips right in front of his nose. “I know you want to lick it. I will give you one minute.”
His eyes were wide with desire, and Vivian thought he was about to start drooling, but he showed just enough self-restraint to utter, “Thank you, Mistress,” before lapping at her folds as if starving for her taste.
I can tell he would do anything for her. I’ve never seen a man want to please a woman so badly in my life.
The woman tossed her shoulder length brown hair back proudly, but Vivian thought she appeared to be enjoying herself, albeit in a withheld way. After what seemed like a long minute, the dominatrix stepped back.
“That’s enough.” She considered her kneeling sub. “You didn’t do too poorly, this time,” she said, looking down her nose at him like a stern school teacher. A flicker of a smile crossed her face like a moment of sun in a densely wooded forest. “I’m going to undo your bindings. No - don’t get too excited. You’re going to be bound again, differently, but I can’t have your limbs falling to sleep now. And your chastity stays on.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
The woman stepped behind the man, and bent sexily at the hips, with her ass in the air. As she began to undo the knots that bound his hands, she glanced over at Vivian.
Caught again. This time, Vivian didn’t look down, but bit her lip as she met the sparkling gaze of dark eyes.
“Are you new here?”
“Oh - Um… I’m sorry if I wasn’t supposed to be watching –” Vivan began nervously.
“Don’t say sorry. You probably apologize too much. None of that.” Her voice still contained authoritative undertones, but more motherly than mean. “I’m Ingrid, by the way. This is a public space, and my sub and I, we love showing off. I just meant, are you familiar with Dom-sub kink? Probably no?” She was now removing his ankle shackles while he stretched his wrists.
“Honestly, not at all, but I was fascinated by what you were doing.”
She stood up tall again, holding the shackles. “You may stand up and move around for a minute,” Ingrid addressed her sub. “What is it that excited you?” Her straight hair swished as she turned back to Vivian.
“I mean… honestly… I have just never seen that kind of power dynamic before. Especially between a man and a woman.” Vivan wasn’t totally sure what the right words were, just grasped for the first thing that came to mind.
Next to Ingrid, the man stood up. Viv now saw that he was tattooed, muscular, and stood several inches taller than his Domme. However, he continued to look demurely down at the ground, hands clasped in front of him, as if a servant at his lady’s waiting.
“Yes, you’re right. And that’s because most men lack self control, they are too driven by their lust to hold back, or to do anything but please themselves. It takes strength for a man to allow his will to be bent. To forgo his own needs for his Mistress’s desires.” Ingrid glanced at the man and back at Vivian. “My husband - yes, we’re married, but he only goes by “sub” or “slut” in this space, has learned quite a bit of restraint and self-mastery during the last few years of engaging in this dynamic.”
Vivian’s blue eyes were wide. It was a lot of newness to take in, in addition to everything else today, but she found herself becoming even more curious.
“We actually come here often to teach BDSM… would you like to learn the ropes… so to speak?” The first true grin Vivian had seen yet appeared on Ingrid’s lips.
……
“...so you see, there’s a lot that goes into the relationship. He and I have done the groundwork to establish that basis.”
Vivian was amazed that there was so much to learn about BDSM and kink - a whole world she never even knew existed. But Ingrid continued, “It’s your first time, so right now I’m just going to show you one of my slut’s favorite toys. This is the flogger.”
The brunette held up a black and red toy with a bound handle and some soft leather tassels at the end. “Let me show you how to flick the toy at his back and butt. We’ll start softly.” Ingrid instructed her sub to turn around and face what she called a “Saint Andrew’s Cross” before demonstrating some light flicks of the tassels across his ass.
“It’s all in the wrist. Go ahead and try it now - I doubt you’ll be able to hurt him, but don’t worry - he will always say ‘yellow’ or ‘red’ if he is close to too much or at his limit.”
The blonde took the flogger tentatively, feeling certain she was going to do it all wrong, but curious enough to give it a try.
The man reached up to grasp the handles near the top of the X-shaped cross and spread his legs apart slightly. Ingrid snapped his wrists into some cuffs chained to the handles. He seemed willing to be vulnerable for Viv, trusting his Domme’s tutelage more than Vivian trusted herself.
Vivian tried to replicate what Ingrid had done exactly. And completely missed her mark, the tips of the tassels likely only moving the hairs on his lower back.
“Green.”
“Are you trying to be funny? You little slut.” Ingrid snapped back at her sub, but Viv thought there was a playful sparkle in her eye. “Alright,” she looked sideways at Vivian. “What do you want him to call you? Queen? My lady?”
“Goddess,” Vivian said, the word out of her mouth before her brain had time to catch up. Where did that come from?
“Perfect. The Goddess is about to give it to you for your impertinence,” she spoke in a low tone toward the man in front of her. Vivian began to suspect this is what he was hoping for. “Go ahead and try again. Don’t be too soft, now.”
Vivian took a step closer. Her second try met its mark with a whhhap. Still not as loud as it had sounded earlier, but definitely successful contact with his backside.
“Green.”
“You like this, don’t you… slut?” Vivian said, trying to emulate Domme energy. Still she couldn’t help but shrug and grimace in Ingrid’s direction, feeling uncertain, but Ingrid smiled and nodded encouragingly.
“Yes, Goddess.” There it was again. Goddess. That word must have sunk into her mind from somewhere, but Vivian was quite enjoying it. Whenever she heard it, she got just a little wetter.
“Have another.” Vivian tried to increase the strength of the flicks, incrementally. Landing one after another in various places with slightly different techniques.
“You really are a good boy and taking it for me, aren’t you?” Vivian almost didn’t recognize her own voice. However, she was feeling inspired, and felt like doing one more new thing. She unhooked her bra and let her large breasts bounce free. “Can I give him a little reward, Ingrid?”
“I think maybe he deserves a little something, sure,” the Domme responded with a wink.
“Here’s your prize for being so good for me,” Viv said softly as she strode up to the sub. She pressed her breasts into his back so he could feel the shape and size of them. Despite the fact that they hadn’t had much attention the last few years, she knew they were her most impressive feature.
“Mmmmm,” the man moaned and tugged at the cuffs, unable to fully turn around to witness the beautiful breasts that he could feel rubbing on his back.
“Thank you, Goddess.” The sub’s voice was low and restrained. Vivian began to wonder if the cage Ingrid had on his cock was starting to become a little extra tight.
It seemed that Ingrid was well aware of his state, because she took the flogger back from the blonde and released the man from his cuffs.
“My little slut was such a good boy for us tonight,” the slender brunette said softly in his ear, but loud enough for Vivian to hear. “I’m going to reward you by taking you out of the chastity on the ride home, and I’m going to tease you the whole way. Then when we get home, I’m going to make sure you’re properly taken care of.”
As Ingrid was preparing to head out of the room with him, she said to Vivian, “At the end of the night, he is always still my husband, who I love. Kink is whatever you make it. If you develop a trusting and caring bond with someone, the sky’s the limit! I hope your exploration continues and that you have a great time at it!” With a squeeze on Vivian’s shoulders, she and her husband walked out.
Vivian couldn’t believe all that had just happened, but she could believe that it was way past her usual bedtime. Now that the adrenaline of playing Domme was wearing off, she started to feel very tired and made her way to the entrance of The Playground.
It was only as she was preparing to leave that she realized she was still only wearing her lacy panties. She might have even walked right out if there wasn’t a sign on the exit door that read: “DON’T FORGET TO PUT ON YOUR CLOTHES!”
Vivian laughed to herself thinking of how many people may have accidentally wandered out to the street naked before that sign had to be installed.
When Vivian was clothed and seated in the back of a cab, she looked back at Playground 51 one more time.
What a night. And to think, this was just the beginning of some new adventures.
She sat back and closed her eyes. Her fingers wandered up her skirt and found lace between her legs. Vivian was lost in thought about the last few hours and didn’t even notice that Naia was texting her.
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