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‘It’s just human. We all have the jungle inside of us. We all have wants and needs and desires, strange as they may seem. If you stop to think about it, we’re all pretty creative, cooking up all these fantasies. It’s like a kind of poetry.’

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 of Eva and pulled her breast out harder than I could possibly have done and said, “Tie it now. Tie it tight. As close to the place where the skin meets her chest as you can.” So I did as I was told, badly. It was nowhere near tight enough, so she made me do it again, and it slipped off again. It has to be tight enough to hold but not so tight that it restricts too many of the blood vessels. Finally I got it. Then she bent down and sucked Eva’s nipple into her mouth. And I sucked the other one.’

Max’s voice was low now and intimate, and I felt my body responding to his story.

‘It was incredible. I could see Jessa and feel Eva moving, smell her: she was hot and I was so turned on. Between them Eva and Jessa were great teachers and helped me to understand and enjoy what was already there. I learnt fast. Once I’d got Eva settled Jessa took me over to her roll of toys, which she’d laid out on a dresser, and told me to choose whatever I liked. There were canes and whips, short floggers, a riding crop, clamps, ropes, clothes pegs, a ball gag, handcuffs and a dildo in a harness that I guessed was for Jessa. I just stood and stared. I couldn’t think much beyond fucking Eva. Jessa said that sex was always there and was the easy option, but that she planned to beat her first and make her earn her reward.

‘So she picked up a very thin, very flexible cane, which she bent into a curve. And she said, “Eva doesn’t like this, not at all.” The curve almost matched the grin on her face.

‘I wasn’t quite sure I understood. I remember asking if she was going to use it on Eva even though she didn’t like it and Jessa shook her head. “Sadly not. You rapidly discover the things that your submissive enjoys. You need to talk about what you like and find a common ground. It doesn’t mean you can’t push it a little – experiment together – but if you want them to keep playing and scratching your itch you have to take them a little at a time, gently, gently, training them to like what you like and vice versa. It’s not something you can rush.” She sighed, bending the cane one more time, and then put it down. ‘And sadly sometimes you have to give up. You don’t want them to walk away, do you?’

‘I asked her what Eva liked, and as I did it occurred to me that we were talking about her as if she wasn’t there. Jessa started picking up things from her pack to show me.

‘“The crop, the driving whip and the flogger …” She ran through a list and explained that Eva was not so much into pain as into submission – being made to do things, being made to feel vulnerable. She liked her hair being pulled and insertion – things being put into her. She liked to be naked when everyone else was dressed. She was also bi, which I hadn’t known.’

I realized that while Max has been talking, I had eaten my starter and hadn’t tasted a mouthful. The joke wasn’t lost on me: all the time I’d waited to come here for the food and now I was here I wasn’t remotely interested in it. As soon as the plates were cleared and the main course served Max refilled my glass and resumed his story.

‘Jessa taught me a lot: that you build the pain up slowly – a sub can often take more if you start gently and build up the intensity with each stroke. And always to agree a safe word.’

Max turned his attention to his meal.

‘Aren’t you afraid that by telling me all this you’re going to expose all your secrets and spoil it?’ I asked.

Max shrugged. ‘You wanted to know. And I’m telling you because I know you want to hear – and I know you want to feel it.’

I stared at him.

He smiled. ‘Don’t you?’ he said. ‘And you seem to have forgotten the no talking unless spoken to rule.’ Then, leaning in closer as if to kiss me gently on my cheek, he whispered in my ear, his hand brushing my breast. I shivered. ‘Imagine them bound and clamped,’ he said. ‘It seems like a suitable punishment.’

I swallowed hard and he grinned.

‘Anyway, Jessa picked up the cane and stroked Eva’s breasts with it. Eva tried to pull away. Jessa drew the cane across Eva’s breasts and very gently tapped them. She had already told me that you sometimes need to push the boundaries. Eva was wide-eyed, eyes flashing. Jessa liked to tease and flicked Eva’s breasts with the cane. Then she flicked them again, this time with a sharp, snappy little strike, and Eva squealed through her gag. I was torn between rescuing her and enjoying what I was watching.

‘Then Jessa tapped the padlock that fastened the strap between Eva’s legs and asked me if I had the key.

‘I knew that I had and patted my pockets, not sure in the heat of the moment what I’d done with it. But I found it, pulled it out and offered it to Jessa, who shook her head and said, “She’s yours, not mine. You should do it.” And as she spoke she dropped the cane back onto the table and picked up a flogger.’

Max laughed and shook his head. ‘I was a mess. I was there for ages. I couldn’t get the key into the lock. My fingers shook, and I could feel heat coming from Eva’s body and smell the scent of her mingled with the leather. In the end I knelt down and finally undid the strap. Then I couldn’t help myself: I kissed her, licking her sex with my tongue. She was so wet, so ready. At which point Jessa – all business – tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Later,” and handed me the flogger.

‘I’m not sure that I was that keen to wait, but then she showed me how to hit and where to hit – avoiding the kidneys and the sciatic nerve; and how to begin slowly and how to build it up, stroke by stroke. And with each stroke it felt more and more as though I was coming home. It felt good – really good.

‘After twelve strokes, we untied Eva and let her down. She sank to her knees, pressing her lips to Jessa’s feet and then to her pussy. Jessa gave Eva permission. Eva unfastened the snaps at either side of Jessa’s shorts and peeled them away. Underneath Jessa was shaved. It was the first time I’d seen a grown woman like that – you could see the slit and the bud of her clitoris peeking out. Jessa settled herself back on the bed with Eva on all fours between her legs, lapping and sucking her. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen; I’d never seen anything so horny in my life. I kept wondering just how much longer I could hold it together without coming.

‘Then Jessa beckoned me over and invited me to join in. “Time to enjoy her,” she said, all the while Eva was licking her. Then Jessa threw back her head, locking her fingers in Eva’s hair, and just let go.

‘I didn’t need telling twice. I stripped off and sank into Eva. There was no way I was going to last for long – I kept trying to hold back but it was pointless. She was trying to tip me over the edge. I felt her fingers brushing my balls as she started to rub her clit – she was still tonguing Jessa, while her pussy was clutching tightly at my cock. I closed my eyes, desperately trying to hang on, trying to make it last, but it was a lost cause. I totally lost it: I drove into her, wild, desperate, and that was it. Totally spent, I collapsed onto the bed and then rolled over onto my back, completely and utterly shot.

‘I woke between the two of them God knows how much later, an arm round each. Jessa was sound asleep but my waking up woke Eva. She opened her eyes and before I could say anything she was on her knees, creeping down over my chest and taking me in her mouth – and I couldn’t help myself. It was a long, long night.’

I stared at him.

Max grinned. ‘Satisfied?’

I nodded.

He beckoned me closer.

‘Eat up. There is a price for all this curiosity,’ he said, eyes bright.