Chapter 2

Freshly showered and wearing a tank top and jean shorts, Willow walked back into the Town Centre Mall near the community room. As she approached it, she saw that it now had a security guard standing watch beside the door, and he was one Willow was... intimately familiar with.

“Hey, Jeff,” she said.

“Well, hello there, Willow,” he replied, eyeing her up and down like he always did. “Time for more fun in the fabled Town Centre Mall community room?”

Her face went red as she recalled Jeff fucking her from behind through one of the holes in the gift box at Christmas.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I’m not even sure what this is about.”

“You weren’t sure last time at first either, right?” he said, laughing.

“I suppose you’re right about that,” she said.

“Well, don’t let me stop you,” he said. “Unfortunately, though, I won’t see you inside. It’s a more exclusive event this time around.”

“That’s too bad,” Willow said, not really meaning it. Jeff was nice enough, but she’d have preferred her holiday adventures in the community room to remain a bit more anonymous than they had.

She took a deep breath and paused before going into the room. The banner suggested that whatever was going on inside involved BDSM-- bondage, discipline/domination, submission/sadism, and masochism. She was familiar with all of that, of course, but had never given it too much thought.

She supposed she was more submissive than anything else, usually preferring to follow her sexual partner’s lead. This was hard to do with Greg lately, as he never seemed to initiate things in the bedroom and wasn’t especially enthusiastic about things once they did have sex. This had led to Willow taking on more of a dominant role than she wanted, which could explain why she’d so readily agreed to be used by so many men in that gift box gloryhole during Christmas. There was something inherently submissive in being treated like nothing but holes to fill, she thought.

Maybe this “workshop” was designed to help submissives learn more about their preferences. She felt her heart flutter at the idea.

She did spare a thought about her husband. Despite his recently revealed hotwife kink (seems ol’ Greg was more interested in watching his wife with someone else than pleasuring her himself), she knew he wouldn’t be happy about her jumping right into having sex with someone other than him--maybe multiple someones, she thought, her pussy tingling at the idea-- without discussing it with him first. But, fuck it, it’s not like he discussed trapping her in a rabbit costume prison all day with her beforehand, so this would serve him right. If not for him and his “business needs,” she’d have gone to the gym and been home by now, waiting for him to get off work.

Whatever happened now was really his fault, just like the last time.

And the more she thought about it, the more she thought she might really be into the whole BDSM thing.

Only one way to find out, she thought, pushing open the doors. It was very warm inside the room, almost uncomfortably so. It was dark, too, almost too dark to see more than a few feet in front of her face. She could see several people at the far end of the room; they seemed to be gathered around something she couldn’t make out. Muffled conversation and laughter were mixed in with the sounds of a woman moaning in something that sounded like a weird combination of pleasure and pain. Willow wasn’t sure she should approach the gathering, so she slowly looked around the area closer to her.

On a table to her right were various sex toys: dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, and a few things Willow didn’t recognize. A small card in the middle of the toys read, “Find all these and more at Censored Gifts!” Hanging on the wall above the table were whips and floggers, which both instilled fear and made her pussy tingle more than it already was.

Moving her gaze around the room as her vision adjusted to the darkness, Willow saw more tables, filled with even more sex toys, and another one with leather costume pieces of various sorts. Beyond the tables was a large black bed with a metal frame built up all around it and a cage underneath. Next to the bed was a large “X” standing upright. It seemed to be attached to a wheel so it could be turned any which way and had restraints that Willow knew were meant for wrists, ankles, and waist. She drew in a breath when she realized she’d very much like to know what it was like to be strapped to that thing.

A squeal drew her attention to the group gathered at the far end of the room. Now that she could see better in the dark, she could make out a woman lying, naked and restrained, face down, on a raised platform, surrounded by a group of men wearing business suits. Scratch that--they weren’t all men. One was a woman, wearing a leather bodysuit. The men and the woman were taking turns holding a vibrating wand against the restrained woman’s exposed pussy. Willow realized they were making the woman come over and over again, and, despite what one may think, that didn’t seem to be a completely pleasurable experience.

“Jealous?” a woman said from behind Willow, making her jump.

Willow turned to see a pretty redhead standing there, wearing a polo shirt that said “Censored Gifts.”

“I’m... intrigued,” Willow said.

“Hi, Intrigued, I’m Piper,” the redhead said.

Willow laughed. “Sorry. My name is Willow.”

“I figured it wasn’t really ‘Intrigued,’” Piper said with a giggle. “Do

you work at Town Centre?”

“Sort of,” Willow said. “My husband does the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus stuff for the holidays, and I just got done being the Easter Bunny for him. For free, which has been sucking more and more lately. I’ve been thinking of getting a part-time job here, though.”

“Censored is always hiring, but if you want many hours at all, I’d suggest looking at other stores. But I’m guessing you’re not here to talk about employment opportunities.”

“I’m not sure why I’m here,” Willow said. “I probably shouldn’t be, to be honest.”

“Nonsense,” Piper said. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, but you seem at least interested enough to stay and enjoy the show.”

“What kind of event is this, exactly?” Willow asked. “It’s pretty different from the one at Christmas.”

“The one at Christmas...” Piper said, looking off as if lost in thought. “Oh! The gloryhole gift box. I didn’t get to come to that one, unfortunately. Wait a minute... were you the one in the box?”

Willow blushed, but she wasn’t sure if Piper could see it in the darkness. “That was me.”

Piper laughed and took Willow by the shoulders, shaking her. “Oh my God, I heard about that. Everyone said you were awesome!”

“Everyone?” Willow asked, wondering how many people she might walk by at the mall knew about her.

“Yeah. You know, I heard there were supposed to be three girls on duty that day but none of them showed up,” Piper said. “So you handled all the men meant for three girls!”

“Picking up the slack for people who don’t show up for work seems to be my lot in life.”

“I’m sorry,” Piper said. “But, to answer your question, this is an educational event for prospective submissives to learn more about the lifestyle.”

Willow had guessed as much from the sign over the door but was glad to get confirmation.

“Come on,” Piper said, grabbing Willow’s hand. “Let’s go see how Rue is doing.”

As they passed by the table with the leather costume pieces, Willow saw that one of them was a black mask with attached rabbit ears. She laughed to herself as she thought she needed to take a closer look at that one if she got the chance. Maybe her days as the Easter Bunny weren’t quite behind her yet.

The group surrounding Rue--the bound girl who’d been forced to have who knew how many orgasms--parted to allow Willow and Piper to join them. Willow recognized Rue as the cashier from High Concept who’d been in the room at Christmas, just hanging out while a couple of guys played video games. Willow’s eyes were drawn to the red, swollen lips of Rue’s pussy. Drops of Rue’s juices fell from her onto the floor below, and Willow could smell the strong scent of the bound girl’s arousal. She was well aware of how horny she was, as well, and knew that if she took off her shorts and panties, her own smell would mingle with Rue’s.

“I can’t,” Rue was muttering. “I don’t know if I can take anymore...”

“That’s not the safe word, sweetheart,” the woman in the bodysuit said, taking the vibrating wand from one of the men. She shoved it against Rue’s pussy, making her yelp again.

“Oh, God,” Rue whispered, which apparently wasn’t the safe word either.

“Do we have a new student?” one of the men said.