Page 178 of Naughty November
Something I like best about Charlie is how she does pre-discussions to keep me from getting overwhelmed. I follow to stand and wait for her to tell me I can sit, which doesn’t come until I put on my hood and collar and Charlie attaches the red leather leash she has in her pocket. She’s always in leather at the club, but even her leathers have extra pockets. She pulls a rolled-up hand towel out and lays it across the seat, so my outfit doesn’t touch the material, in case someone allergic to latex sits there next.
“Sit,” Charlie commands. I’m not fully into pet play, or at least haven’t found someone who can get me fully into that headspace, but I’ve been trying it out. “Good boy.”
“Thank you.” I blink at her and sit on my hands to keep from fidgeting. Being called ‘good boy’is a compliment, I know that, but I’m not super attached to the phrase. And I’m terrible at taking compliments.
“The list over there is calledNaughty November,” Charlie starts, knowing I am biting my tongue not to blurt out questions. I can ask all I want when she’s done. “There are thirty kinks that are commonBDSM fantasies. The goal is for the Club to facilitate those items in stations for people who want to try them in a safe setting, but also just to have fun and try new things.”
After waiting a beat to see if there’s more, I jump in. “Are there kinks I haven’t tried? How many can we do? When is the party?”
“Yes, to your first question, there are many.” Charlie smiles in a way I think of as her patient Daddy expression, so I wait for her to go on. “I would suggest you pick one or two, three at the most. And the main party is in two weeks. You don’t have to try them here, though some would be hard to do safely outside of the club and without expert supervision.”
“Like what?”
“Hmm, needle play, for one.” Charlie leans back and taps her chin with the hand holding my leash, forcing me to sit up straighter. I like the casual control, but not the kink she mentioned.
“Don’t think that’s for me. I don’t even want a tattoo.” I shake my head and look over to where new people are looking at the list. “What else is there?”
“Let’s go look and pick a couple for you.”
“Yes.” I’m out of my seat before I remember the leash and get yanked back a pace. I squirm a bit at Charlie’s laugh because I enjoy a bit of humiliation. I’m not embarrassed in a bad way, but I am eager to see this list. “I mean, yes, Sir. When you’re ready.”
Maybe something on there can help me figure out my sexuality more firmly. If nothing else, I’d know more things I don’t like.
THREE
DADDY SHELDON
The club isn’t full yet, but I love the mix of costumes and kink gear. A group of Doms—some of whom I know and some who are new to me—are gathered around the Naughty November Kink List and the ones with subs are making plans.
“I think July would like to try sounding with Roman,” Shepherd, an androgynous Dom who helps Q and A run the club, states in the same way they might say their sub wants pasta for lunch.
“Sounding is fun,” a silver-haired Dom in a charcoal suit nods, a sadistic smirk on his sharp face. “I’m interested in tentacles for Basil. We’ve done everything else except the ones where another person is involved. I don’t share.”
The kinks I assume he is talking about are an orgy, cuckolding, and a glory hole. I’ve been in orgies before, but always feel awkward unless I have a date or someone I know I can play with. Cuckolding feels like something for a well-established polyamorous, or open relationship. That isn’t me and isn’t likely to change in the next two weeks.
The glory hole is intriguing. I’ve seen them in gay clubs and random men’s rooms over the years, but haven’t ever tried one. Themix of anonymity and exhibitionism sounds hot. Doing it in a safe way, as A described it to me, with pre-checks for testing results and a sign with limits, makes the prospect even more doable. I will definitely be checking that station out.
I’ve tried a few on the list and like them. Writing on skin goes well with degradation and humiliation play, which I enjoy in the right situation. Maybe I can find someone who signs up for that one?
My boots need a good bootblack, but I didn’t see that on the list and brought it up to my friends when we were hanging the posters and sign-up sheets. Q assured me there will be a service bootblack at the event in case people want to try that as well. You can’t be in the leather community without respect for bootblacks.
“Medical roleplay would be new for my Daddy.” Ash, a Dom whose Daddy is also their sub, rubbed their hands together, plotting in their head already. Ash was a professional Dom before I knew them well, and I was sure they had tried everything on the list.
This Naughty November list is being done on fetish sites and clubs all over the world, and I love how it enables people with and without partners to explore. I can join any of the group play if I want, and not have to worry about being unwanted. I would be helping their fantasy come true.
But I don’t want to join another couple for their fantasies. I want to find my own partner to grow with.
The club opens for play in a few minutes, so the group I’m standing with starts drifting away from the wall with the sign and toward the hallway so they can get ready. I’m about to follow and strip out of my street clothes when a sudden flash of bright red catches my attention.
A tall, masculine-bodied person in a tight red latex bodysuit is jerked back by the collar around their neck. I can’t see much of his skin besides bare hands, but his eyes are a striking blue and there’s stubble around his full lips. The top of his matching hood has a hole where a ponytail of wavy dark blond hair sticks out of the top. Masculine and feminine, and altogether alluring.
Latex isn’t something I’ve ever been into, but seeing his sleek muscles and package framed in the shiny material has me adjusting myself as blood flows south. I almost forget about the person holdinghis leash. They’re halfway to me before I recognize Charlie. She’s always dated women, so I’m surprised at her choice of partner until I remind myself she doesn’t have to be romantically involved with every person she plays with.
“Charlie, how are you?” I greet her with a shake of our hands when they reach me. The boy stays on her other side, eyes only for the list on the wall. “Interested in the Naughty November list for your…” I let the sentence hang there, something inside me needing to know their relationship with one another.
“This is Beckett, my pet for the night.” Charlie holds up the end of the leash, but Beckett doesn’t turn so I can see his pretty eyes again. “He’s very curious.”
“What kinks stand out to you?” I ask, wondering if he’s shy.