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     the gamut from hard-core pain sluts, to newly ‘out’ submissives who aren’t sure what
     aspect of BDSM appeals to them—although that’s usually limited to the Friday night
     membership—to dabblers in the lifestyle, to Dominants and subs just out for a good
     time, or on the flip side, Dominants and subs looking for a permanent partner. That
     means the membership fluctuates.” He grinned. “Which makes my job interesting.”
    “I’ll bet. So are there any special events going on tonight?”
    “A violet wand demo on the main floor. Besides that, just the usual.” He sipped from
     a bottle of water. “What specifically are you looking for tonight, Mistress B?”
    “Are you asking because I sent Justin on his merry way?”
    “I’m asking because maybe I can help you out.”
    She smiled at him. “I’m interested only in hetero male subs, if you’re curious about
     me.”
    He grinned back. “Never hurts to ask.”
    Shiori finished her wine and slid the empty glass toward him. “Thanks for the info.”
     She adjusted her vest and headed down the hallway to see what awaited her.
    *   *   *
    KNOX twisted the handle as he swung, sending the flogger to reconnect with the same section
     of skin as the last three blows. The man made a loud “uff” of pain and his Master
     stepped in.
    “He’s done.”
    “Sir, I can take more,” the man in the chains protested.
    Knox didn’t get involved in the argument. While he had a break, he grabbed the towel,
     mopped his face, and stepped in front of the fan to cool down. He uncapped a bottle
     of water and drained the entire thing in four long swallows.
    Master Rand motioned to him to help unhook his sub from the chains.
    As soon as the guy was freed, he sank to his knees. He wrapped one hand around the
     back of Knox’s calf. “Thank you. That was . . . what I needed.”
    “Happy to help.” He watched as Master Rand hauled his sub to his feet and led him
     away.
    One down; one to go.
    He twisted his neck and shoulders, trying to ease the ache in the middle of his back.
     He’d need a massage after his last scene tonight. Master Angus expected that immediate
     explosion of pain from the first lash to the last lash. No buildup, just continual
     bombardment for fifteen minutes. Having a set time frame helped Knox keep his stamina.
     Wielding a whip for that long took its toll on him as well. Everyone expected a big
     guy like him to have superior strength and staying power, so that’s the image he maintained
     even if he could barely move the next day. He’d gotten smart and limited himself to
     three sessions in a night, so his skills were in high demand for those members who
     craved the type of pain he provided.
    Stepping out of the hot box, Knox noticed a crowd had gathered in front of one of
     the open-use rooms. He meandered that way, thankful his height allowed him to see
     over everyone’s heads.
    But he didn’t have the greatest view of what held the crowd enthralled, so he got
     closer.
    A platinum-blond Domme in leathers was whipping Dex, a male submissive, with a short-handled
     whip. The instrument of torture wasn’t as interesting as where she was leaving marks.
     She’d reddened the area around both of his nipples and the skin below his hip bones.
     She’d stretched him out—a spreader bar between his ankles and his arms equal distance
     apart above his head. That position gave her access to the front and the back sides
     of his body.
    Dex had been a club member for a few years and hadn’t askedKnox to deliver the pain, but most of Knox’s scenes were at the behest of submissives’
     Masters and Mistresses. Since Dex was an unattached sub, Knox wondered who the woman
     was, because she clearly knew what she was doing. Dex’s cock, bound with a strap,
     was fully erect.
    Knox watched as she cracked the whip and the tip landed on the inside of Dex’s thigh.
     His entire body jerked and he started to beg her to let him come.