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Suspension? What the hell?
    My subconscious was screaming at me to turn around and run straight for the front doors of the club, but my curiosity was beating her out. I think a lesson was something I needed to see.

    Rebecca led us through yet another set of double doors at the end of The Hall. She reached into her pocket and produced a key and used it to unlock a very heavy, thick door. Pushing it open, we all treaded inside and I was in awe, shock and definitely very, very intrigued.
    The room was massive. Its most stunning feature was the huge four poster onyx black bed covered with green satin sheets. It looked welcoming, soft, like a bed of grass on a warm summer day. A gorgeous black screened canopy surrounded the ceiling above the bed that had black Victorian style drapes that cascaded down all four posts.
    The perimeter of the room was covered in glass shelving that illuminated a green glow. Each set of shelves housed a different sex toy or contraption. There were vibrators, canes, various forms of whips, and yards and yards of different colored and styled ropes.
    The same “X” style apparatus was on the wall next to the bed and a beautiful jade chaise lounge sat in the corner of the room facing the bed. The entire ceiling was covered in mirrors that had either ropes, chains, or carabineers hanging from them. The room would have resembled a renaissance era medieval dungeon, if it weren’t for the modern aspects of the room.
    As I walked across the dark Brazilian cherry floors, the sound of my heels echoed off of the wall with each tentative step I took. Approaching the giant “X”, I ran my hand across the same dark wood that covered the floors. I noticed that there were shackles on all four points of the X. “What is this?” I asked Rebecca as I continued to stroke the smooth polished wood of the X. She turned to look at where I was standing next to the contraption.
    “ That is a St. Andrew’s Cross. It is a restraint device. Very popular...and fun.” She smiled.
    A restraint device? My head spun at the thought of being restrained and not being able to move; to be completely at someone’s mercy.
    “So what is this room called?” Trinity asked as she walked over to the shelf and picked up a silver vibrator.
    “This is the ‘Rapture Room.’ This is where a master can come and have one on one time with his submissive. The club allows personal contracts between Masters or Madams and their submissives, or one can be assigned. A master or madam may choose whoever they desire in the club, only the contract stays at the club. No one is allowed to have a contract outside of the club. All activity and play are to take place here, or you are at risk of being banned from the club permanently. Master Dominic does not give second chances.”
    “Sounds like a control freak,” I murmured.
    “You have no idea,” Rebecca said with a hint of warning in her voice. “Come, the lesson is about to start.”
    We all exited the Rapture Room and Rebecca turned carefully and locked the door back and placed the key back into her pocket. We were led back down The Hall, and I noticed that a few lights were now on in several of the rooms. Trinity, Kelly, and Rebecca were in front of me, and they never noticed that I had stopped following them as my eyes transfixed through one of the windows of the room. A gorgeous, muscular man dressed in nothing but a pair of well-worn blue jeans had a beautiful brunette woman blindfolded and bound to the small bed in the room. Her legs were separated by a bar that had shackles attached on each end. She was spread completely opened to him and to any audience that would look in to watch.
    The woman was naked and completely at the mercy of the man. In his hand, he held a weird object that looked like a small, multi-tailed whip and was striking the object against the woman’s skin, turning it a bright pink. He hit her across her breasts and her back arched off the bed, but she didn’t look to