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and expressing your sexuality in a safe environment, but it wasn’t something she could ever imagine herself feeling comfortable enough to do. Even now, dressed in her panties and corset, she wore more than most of the submissives in the room, and still she wasn’t comfortable in her own body. She envied these people.
    Gracie led her by the hand and pointed out the different kinds of equipment. There were a few spanking benches littered around the room. All being used. She flinched as she watched a man hit another man’s ass with a rectangular wooden paddle. The pain didn’t tempt her, but she liked the way the bench was placed so everyone could see the ass turning red before their eyes.
    There were a couple men with lanyards around their neck with a round silver medallion hanging from it. She nudged Gracie and discreetly pointed to them. “What’s the significance of what those men are wearing?”
    â€œThat’s Morgan and Ryder. They’re both dungeon monitors. Come with me, and I’ll introduce you to them. If you’re interested in a ménage, those are your guys.” She winked. “Trust me.”
    â€œI’d prefer to stand here for a few minutes, if that’s all right with you.”
    Gracie patted her on the back. “It’s a lot to take in all at once. I understand. I was gonna let them know I’m available later, but I’ll stay—”
    â€œGo. I’ll be fine on my own.”
    Gracie planted a kiss on Danielle’s cheek. “I’ll only be a minute.” She vaulted off in the direction of the dungeon monitors, leaving Danielle to do what she did best.
    Hide in the shadows and observe.
    There were several scenes going on throughout the room. Her gaze darted around and stopped on one in the back. A man was locked into a stockade, his erect cock sticking through one of the holes. Another man was behind him, and although she couldn’t see it, she guessed by the motion that he was fucking him. Yet another man was beating the man’s cock with a thin reed of some sort and commanding him not to come. Judging by the locked man’s expression of bliss, he wasn’t going to last for long.
    The dungeon was a feast for her senses. She’d watched porn before, but it had been simply a visual experience. Actors’ moans and dirty talk had always come off as insincere and almost comical. The sounds in this room were real, and the pleasure was so palpable, she could almost taste it in the air.
    A loud female cry coming from Danielle’s left caught her attention. A young blonde was cuffed to an X-shaped piece of equipment, which Danielle had learned from her reading was called a St. Andrew’s cross, and a handsome man stood behind her with a whip in his hands. Sweat trickled down his face as he spoke to a man beside him.
    Master Cole.
    He’d changed from what he wore earlier into a pair of leather pants and a leather vest over a red T-shirt. A dungeon monitor medallion hung from his neck. Even as he answered the other man, Cole never took his gaze off the blonde on the cross.
    The whip coiled so quickly Danielle barely saw it, but she couldn’t miss the cracking noise it made as it struck the woman’s back. The blonde’s body jerked, and she groaned as the man did it once more.
    Each time he struck, Danielle’s pussy clenched. Her clitoris pulsed as if keeping a beat for the whip. Her fingers drifted between her legs, and she rubbed her swollen clitoris through her panties. She was two seconds away from plunging her fingers inside and getting herself off in front of these people.
    Then the woman screamed. Her whole body writhed as she thrashed her head back and forth, crying the word “no” over and over.
    Danielle waited for the man to stop—for Cole to stop him—but the whipping continued. A bubbling rage built and overflowed. She pushed off the wall and ran over to the scene.