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A rumble interrupted Tara, and she hesitated while others began to clap as the vacant stage lifted off of the floor right in front of where she and Connie sat behind the rail. Tara looked around to see the crowd along that railing had thickened while she and Connie caught up on each other's lives.
Connie scooted her chair closer to where wood floor met glass, and her gaze lowered to look through the window into Master Enigma's domain. Tara leaned forward to look, too, and saw only her reflection in the glass, the other side of which was black as pitch.
Then the lights of the dungeon came on, and a projector illuminated the white wall on the other side of the slanted glass floor. Seconds later, the view through the portal was projected on the wall for those unable to get close enough to see through the slanted floor.
A door opened into the dungeon, and in walked a familiar man and woman. The man was dressed as a Dom, the woman a sub, but Tara was surprised to see the man wasn't masked.
Wasn't Master Enigma's identity supposed to be unknown?
Tara murmured, "So, tell me about this new Dom."
"Damn, it's a couple tonight," Connie said, then glanced at her. "What?"
"Carl led me to believe the Dom's identity was a mystery, but that's Stan and his wife down there."
"Oh. Stan's not Master Enigma."
Suddenly, a deep, sultry, accented command sounded from recessed speakers. "Strip your sub, Dom."
Connie grinned. "That is Master Enigma."
Tara listened intently to the invisible master as he put the couple who dared to enter his domain through their paces. His voice was strong, authoritative, and somewhat synthesized, yet it held a quality that made you want to please him, receive his praises.
"Does he ever show himself?" she asked Connie, keeping her voice down so as not to disturb the others watching the erotic exhibition.
"Yes, but never when there's a fellow master in the dungeon. That's why I was disappointed over Stan being down there. I was hoping you'd get to see him." Connie looked around. "The evening is still young. Maybe he'll do an encore later. Sometimes he does that, if there's a willing participant handy."
"Who is he?"
"No one knows. Well, wait. That's not true. Alex knows. As head of security, he knows everything, but he won't tell me, and I've even tried to trick him into letting it slip. All I got was a spanking. Not that I minded, of course." Connie grinned and gave her a wink. "But anyway, I think Kat and Dalton know as well; they should since they hired the guy. I wouldn't be surprised if Carl knows, and I'm sure Ty knows, too, but none of them are talking."
"So, he's a club employee?"
Connie nodded then whispered, "That's why he doesn't fuck anyone himself. He's paid to perform floggings, erotic torture, and command couples like Stan and Helen, who want to safely learn more about BDSM. He has forced bound slaves to orgasm by using all sorts of gadgets and toys-anal beads, vibrators, dildos affixed to poles, fucking machines-"
"I get the picture."
Connie's smile widened. "He's very good at it, from what I've witnessed. But during scenes, he's never laid a finger on anyone's genitals, and he always keeps his cock in his pants…unfortunately."
She sighed, and Tara playfully shoved her shoulder. Connie giggled and got shushed by someone nearby.
She rolled her eyes and leaned closer to whisper, "That's why he's so popular, I think. Sort of like the forbidden fruit. It could be that his ass is so hot in those tight leather pants he favors, but some of the subs around here are hoping to be the first to entice him to break his unspoken rule of celibacy. None have succeeded."
"What does he look like?"
Connie shrugged. "Good question. I mean, he's not African American. I know that from the skin he's shown in the past. Most of the times I've seen him, he's been dressed all in black, including gloves and a mask that covers his entire head. I don't think anyone knows what color his hair is, but Shelly was in there last week, and she says he's at least six-feet tall, all rock-solid muscle."
"Pay attention, Dom!" Master Enigma's voice boomed, drawing Tara's gaze back to the couple in the dungeon. "You're her master," he continued. "She's counting on you to know what to do next, to be prepared for anything and everything. You must provide for her pleasure even when she's unable to ask. Concentrate and watch for the signs."
The woman wiggled against her bonds, her fingers splayed, her mouth gagged.
"Make a fist, sub, if you want him to stop."
The woman frantically shook her head, and Master Enigma chuckled.
"Harder. See her rear back? Ride her harder. It's what she wants. Her body language is clear if you know what to look for."
Tara watched Stan fuck his wife until his body glistened with sweat and his shout accompanied his wife's muffled one. Master Enigma's compliments preceded the dimming of the dungeon lights and lowering of the stage back into its original place.
Connie tapped her shoulder. "So, what do ya think?"
"Interesting venue. I like the layout of the window, how we can look down on the activity and see everything."
"I meant our mystery Dom. I just love his accent! It's a bit of a bummer, though, that you didn't get to see him, but you could if you signed up to give him a try."
"What? No. No, I don't think so." Her libido had taken a hike after New Year's Eve, but as curious as she was about the new Dom, she didn't think it was a good idea to test herself before a club full of people. She'd been fucked in a club full of strangers, so shy, she wasn't. But the memory of that night-although it was months ago-was still too fresh. She wasn't ready to repeat the performance before a crowd of acquaintances.
"He might be able to help you forget about your Mr. Vanishing Act."
Tara shook her head and refused to even consider Connie's idea.
"Come on. I've been thinking about what you said earlier," Connie remarked. "And I think you should do it. You told me this dude that vanished took you in the middle of a nightclub, fucked you even though there were people all over the place."
Tara looked around nervously. Yeah, she'd told Connie, but that didn't mean she wanted it repeated loud enough for all of Incognito to know. "And your point is…?"
"Maybe it was the location rather than the man?"
"That's ludicrous."
"Think about it, Tara. You said the idea of sex in public turned you on, because you'd never done anything like it before. Maybe the real attraction was to the exhibitionism more than the man himself, and that's what made the experience so unique."
Was that it? Could it be as simple as that? She'd been a member of Incognito for years, but most of her-no, all of her interaction with masters at the club had been in the suites upstairs or behind closed curtains in the voyeur room. She hadn't planned it that way, but it seemed to be the preference of the regulars she paired with.
"I mean, it's not like you haven't been screwed from behind before or even had your wrists bound."
True. Maybe Con had a point.
Connie crossed her legs and inspected her polished nails. "I'm just saying don't waste any more time wondering about something you can't change and instead do something you know you can. Test my theory and see for yourself, you know?"
