THE VIP BONDAGE CLUB

THE VIP BONDAGE CLUB, EPISODE 1: KEEP STILL

AVA

Dinner that night was awfully silent and awkward. An uncomfortable tension hung in the air even before I spoke to Tiery.

Tiery was my husband. We knew each other through our parents, who came from similar, average households. However, our parents had bigger prospects for us, and we had other suitors in our lives, remaining just friends.

When Tiery’s girlfriend took a scholarship to Japan, Tiery was heartbroken, and our affair started then.

No one knew we were having sex until I fell pregnant. After that, we had to either get married or take out the baby. My parents were conservative Christians and Tiery’s mother did not want murder on her hands, which was how we got married.

I lost the baby in the second trimester and I have not been pregnant since then. It has been three years, our marriage feels stale already, and the table is always awkward like we are strangers sharing a meal. However, this breakfast was different.

“I think we should do something about us,” I started, breaking the ice.

Tiery looked up from his salmon and cheese rice. “Are you okay?” He looked truly concerned. “Sick?”

“I meant our sex life, Tiery. We say five words to each other, we live like strangers, we do not cuddle or make love, and we are just three years into our marriage. I wonder what will happen when we are fifty or older.”

Tiery sighed as he dropped his cutlery. “What are you suggesting?” he finally asked, looking like he did not know what to say. “Therapy?”

“There is a party I think we should go to. I think we need more fun, and therapy does not sound like fun.” I explained myself further before he got the wrong idea. “I like the idea of therapy, but I do not think it is what we need. We do not hate ourselves; we are just distant, in mind, in body.”

Tiery’s eyes were downcast, and I swallowed hard. This was the turning point. “It is a sex party. A masquerade sex party.”

Tiery was surprised. “Wow, that is…”

“A bad idea?” I asked, feeling my face grow hot with embarrassment. You would think being married to someone this long would make it easy to say, let us go to a sex party.

It did not, and this was a marriage that started from a secret affair.

“Interesting. Whether or not it is bad, I think we have to see for ourselves.”

I relaxed instantly, chuckling and letting out a long breath. That was the man I married: open-minded, willing to try, and deeply interested.

“Yeah,” I could not agree more.

“Wow,” Tiery said again, this time followed by a small laugh. He was red, just like me. I blushed, feeling his gaze on me with a heavy, scorching intensity I had not felt in months. “Okay, we can do this. We are not backing down, right babe?” Tiery said as he leaned across the table for my hand.

I sat up straight, my pulse drumming wildly against my palm as he gripped my fingers.

“We cannot,” I agreed, and the deal was sealed. In a week, we would attend the most intense night of our lives. A Bondage Sex Party.

You do not know the type of preparation required for a secret world like this. There were strict formalities to complete, such as getting a recent sexual health test and submitting it before the event. I felt suddenly compelled to shave, wondering if it was unfair to Tiery that I had not felt the need to take care of my body in so long.

I shaved my legs and, like a ritual, practiced a speech in the bathroom mirror all week.

“I am Ava and this is my husband, Tiery. Yes, it is our first time. We love CNC and a couple of other minor fetishes. We are open to anything.”

Still, when the day finally arrived, my nerves frayed. I wore a simple, flowing nature-leaf dress and braided the end of my ponytail. Tiery dressed in a rich maroon suit, leading me up the stairs to the grand entrance. Our names were checked off, and we were cleared to enter.

We held our masks to our faces. Tiery’s was a black metallic piece covering half of his face; mine was embedded with sparkling stones, and the eye spaces were cut into seductive cat-like shapes.

Inside was completely different from the outside. The lighting dimmed the moment we crossed the threshold. Crystal chandeliers glowed with a rich golden hue, and deep red lamps burned softly in every corner.

The velvet red carpet added an intoxicating, sophisticated touch. The grand hall stretched wide, lined with mysterious closed doors. A couple strolled out of one as another slipped inside. Someone laughed to my right, while another murmured about ropes and the art of shibari.

“Wow,” I exhaled. Tiery stayed close beside me, his hand rubbing mine, though even he looked stunned by the heavy, electric atmosphere.

When we looked at each other, neither of us could hide our hungry smiles. Who did not crave a dangerous adventure?

“Let us listen over there,” I suggested, pulling us toward a small crowd gathered around a woman in all white, wearing a white cotton blouse and shorts. On closer inspection, a nametag read Mallory: Shibari Instructor.

I noticed two other instructors nearby. It was easy to blend into the eager crowd.

“Shibari is about absolute freedom. Do not let the ropes fool you, which is why it is vital to practice with someone you trust implicitly,” Mallory announced, her voice melodic and hypnotic. “Certain techniques are meant to evoke raw emotion, yet a wrong move can ruin the mood or cause injury. I am going to show you how to tie a proper knot. Who wants to volunteer?”

I gasped inwardly, yet my hand shot up before my courage failed. Mallory spotted me instantly, a knowing smile touching her lips. She pointed right at me. “Please come forward,” she invited, and the surrounding crowd clapped as I stepped into the center.

Butterflies raged in my stomach by the time I reached her. Tiery gave me a classic thumbs-up from the crowd, and a waiter handed him a drink. I felt a flash of jealousy. I should have drunk something before walking in here. But it was far too late now.

When Mallory stepped directly behind me, sliding her warm hands onto my bare collarbone, I knew there was no turning back.

“What is your name?” she asked softly, her breath tickling my ear while her fingers pressed deeper into my skin.

“Ava.”

“Thank you, Ava,” Mallory murmured, her hands moving slowly down my shoulders with expert, sensual precision. “We will start with a simple bondage tie. Keep your arms completely still, no matter what happens,” she whispered, bringing her lips terrifyingly close to my ear.