BDSM
12/12/2020


I wasn’t at that place ever as a paying guest. I had made contact with a beautiful girl who worked there, and she had invited me to curate some artwork on the walls. It was midday and we were standing in one of the orgy rooms, surrounded by big vinyl sofas, and discussing the artwork on the walls. As we’d walked up the stairs earlier I’d noticed some naked people disappearing into the ‘dungeon’, a room I never dealt with; too much flicking going on in there to make me want to deal with those walls. Our conversation had turned to nudity, and to body positivity. She had been a nude model at the national gallery (I’m not saying which nation), standing for long periods in public galleries during performance art pieces, and she had some interesting things to say about being comfortable in your own skin. I focused on her face, we got along very well, ignoring the hardcore pornography playing on the monitors. Gradually I became aware of the sound of slapping coming from across the hall. It was the sound of a soft paddle across a woman’s naked arse, and after a while the sound came to be accompanied by little explanations from the woman. She was loving it, as it continued she became more and more aroused, and more and more vocal. I felt my own pulse quicken a little. I don’t know if my colleague noticed my trousers bulge a little. As I was determined to keep things on a professional level I simply continued our conversation. I left the place that day probably more aroused than on any other visit. And I had seen many beautiful naked bodies on my visits, and been flirted with a lot. But the sound of that woman’s pleasure on that day was something extraordinary.

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