Chapter 31

Daddy’s next desire was in a different direction. Over breakfast the following Saturday morning, he explained what he had in mind.

“I want to take you to a BDSM club,” he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

My eyes widened. “That... ummm ... sounds interesting,” I replied, while trying to hide at least some of my apprehensiveness.

“I contacted a local club, and the manager referred me to one of their members who has an excellent reputation in the scene community as both a player and a teacher. The manager said he would give this guy my number, and he called me yesterday.”

I wasn’t sure what to think, but I attempted to keep an open mind, because it was something Daddy obviously wanted. “What did he say?”

“He said he’d be happy to sponsor us as guests for a visit to the club. He asked me what our experience was with BDSM, and after I told him what we’ve been doing, he said he thought we could learn some new things while we were there, and that really intrigued me.”

“I can understand why,” I said a bit skeptically, and he chuckled.

“I’m sure you can, and that’s why I offered you to him as a ‘Demo Dolly’ so you can have some new experiences and we can expand your horizons a bit.”

My jaw dropped and my stomach began to nervously churn. “What’s that?”

“You’ll participate in a scene with him in front of a group of people,” he said somewhat more sternly.

“Daddy, I’m ... I’m ... not sure...” My voice nervously trailed off.

“It’ll be fine, sweetheart, I promise. As I said, Tom, that’s his name, has a great reputation, and I’ll be there watching the whole time. I figure I’ll learn some things just from watching him in action.”

I still felt very apprehensive, but this was something he really wanted and I didn’t want to refuse him. In the end, I knew I’d just have to find a way to get through it. “Okay, if you say so,” I said reluctantly.

“You’ll be fine, Kenna,” he said reassuringly. “You were my perfect little slut at the glory hole and this will be no different. Don’t worry, just relax, relax and have fun.”

I broke into a little smile as I remembered that torrid evening and how proud Daddy was of me. His encouraging words were beginning to win me over.

“We’ll meet Tom and his slave, Julie, at the club tomorrow evening.”

“Okay, Daddy,” I said shyly.

Daddy drove us to Industrial Road, just off the Las Vegas Strip. We passed numerous gentlemen’s strip clubs, which only seemed to add to my nervousness. We pulled into the parking area of the Power Exchange club right at nine o’clock and we met Tom and Julie as planned. From a distance, they both looked to be in their early forties. They were just exiting his car, and she was dressed much as I was, so I knew my father would be happy with the view. She was very beautiful for an older woman and was wearing a black mini-dress, black hose, and five-inch stilettos.

I had dressed, as usual, to please my father. I wore a little red leather mini-skirt that was just as short and tight as hers with a black leather halter crop-top. I was wearing a small lace thong and the sexy little top wasn’t made to be worn with a bra. Unlike her, I wasn’t wearing stockings, but my heels matched hers and I knew my legs looked good. Tom’s admiring glance was all the positive reinforcement I needed. The men shook hands, introduced themselves, and spent a minute or so exchanging some friendly get-to-know-you chit-chat while Julie and I silently looked on. Once their conversation petered out, the men picked up their toy-bags and we went inside; Tom was carrying two bags, while my father had just one.

Tom paid everyone’s entrance fees while Daddy and I filled out and signed documents in which we attested we were not attending in a law-enforcement capacity and that we waived any liability of the facility. The receptionist told us that photographs, as well as audio and video recording, were strictly prohibited, except by special arrangement. After we showed our IDs and queries against the sex-offender database proved negative, we were allowed to leave the reception area and enter the main club space.

The four of us stood out of the doorway along the front wall. There were restrooms on our left, and the seating area on our right had tables and chairs and a counter with a woman behind it selling soft beverages and snacks. Beyond that was a small boutique that had various items of BDSM gear on display.

I looked around to see what was happening throughout the facility. There were several St. Andrew’s crosses along two walls, widely separated to allow plenty of room around them. There was a medical area in one corner; a sign stated that this was the only area where blood play was permitted. There was also a table standing on a large tarp that was available for a waxing scene. There was a suspension setup with an electric hoist that was available along the wall opposite the medical setup.