Your Dad's Perfect Pt3

Sucking in a breath, I turn and face him. "I said I had plans, and that's why I was wearing this." He asked me why I went to his place wearing it, and I told him why.

"I assumed you would still have your dress on. I thought you were going to a local bar in the dress. Not here, practically naked." My body shakes at his words. "Why are you here, Ruby?" His eyes delve into mine. I raise my hand to remove the mask, and he stops me. "Leave it on." He says that, yet he hasn't put on a mask.

"It was on the list, Alaric. To visit a place like this." He saw the list.

"I thought that you meant a club with music and props, not something real."

Biting my lip, I nod. "I wanted to see what places like this were like." It's something different.

"Then let me show you." He holds out his hand. God, what am I doing? I stare at it, debating if I should or not. "I won't touch you, Ruby; I am going to guide you around and show you the place. Nothing more."

Nodding, I place my hand in his, and we begin walking.

"As you can see, this is the lobby. Guests sit here and drink and talk. Nothing too exciting happens here." He continues out of the room. "This side is a restaurant. Health is very important in this lifestyle, and food after a session is essential." He walks past the room and down the hall.

I stand shocked. "A sex shop, many items here are sterilised and used. Things that go inside the body, however, you have to buy yourself." All I can do is nod as he leads me back to the entrance. He points at the stairs. "Left or right? We will visit both sides, but which first?"

"Left." He nods and guides me up the stairs on the left. Getting to the top, he turns, and I see the hallways.

"This hallway is for submissives, brats, and such." He walks in, and I follow. I see a small hallway, but he keeps going. He puts in a pin, and a door opens, and he guides me inside. He walks in and stops.

My eyes widen. "As you can see, the rooms are fully equipped; anything someone may need is there. Within reason, as I said, anything that goes inside the body has to be bought and taken away with you."

I stay staring. The woman is kneeling, her mask covering her eyes. Nothing much is happening. The man is walking around the room, picking up things. I feel Alaric move and follow him.

"Again, submissive." His words have me look through the window. Shit. Okay, this is more than the last window. The woman is tied up, the whip swinging and hitting her. "This hall is for submissives, male and female. There is a limit to three people in the room."

Turning, he guides me back out and down another hall. Unlocking the door, we step through, and my body stops.

"This side is more extreme. This hall is where people come if there will be more than three people. These rooms are typically used by those into gangbangs, orgies and such." He says it like it's normal. Each room is similar, with a male or female submissive surrounded by people.

He walks out and goes down the next hallway. I'm not sure what to expect in this hallway. He stops, and I look.

"This is swingers." Okay, that's not as big of a shock. "The rooms are locked; only those signed in can enter them. These hallways are staff halls; they can check everything is fine while doing their rounds."

"Rooms are locked?"

He nods. "Before going to a room, people sign in, sign contracts, and such. Let's say you had a partner. You could come here with another couple and rent the room. Only you and that couple would have access. Or, you may come here as a couple and request a couple join you, and if one is available, they would."

I nod slightly. "And the last hallway?"

"Those rooms are different; the submissive agrees to how many people, and beforehand, they also agree they are happy with it being those people. Again, people come here with the people they plan to use, or they come and request others join." He walks out, and I join him.

A few minutes later, we walked through another door. "This side is open." He walked down a hall, and I again looked in the room. The door was open? I turned and looked at him. "Exhibitions and Voyeurisms, those who like being watched, or like watching. People can walk into any room they want and watch and play with their own friend if they have one with them."

He takes me from the hall into another. "This side, is open, rules still follow though. So, for instance, this one." He stops, and I look. A woman is strapped up. Another woman is kissing her body as a man whips her. "The submissive, as you can see, has her master with her, but those who want to can join in. Behind you will see a list of permitted acts, and strengths allowed to be used."

He leaves the hallway and guides me down another. "This side is like all of the others, only it's more set up for rope bunnies." He stops, and I look through the window. That's a lot of rope on a woman, and she's suspended in the air.

He guides me back to the lobby and hands me a drink. I sit with him, processing everything.

"You said the hallways we used were staff hallways, so you work here?" I can't remember what he said he did for work, but this is different. How does he have so much money working here?

"Kind of, you could say that." Is that a yes or no?

"And the windows?" Why were there windows?

"Those are one-way windows; staff can see in, but they won't see us. Staff often walk through the hall and glance in to ensure nothing is being done against the rules. So no, they didn't see us there watching."

My eyes rolled; that wasn't why I asked.

"Why would you come to a place like this?" He looks at me. I go to answer, and he continues. "Why would you let something my foolish son say make you think you need to come somewhere like this to prove a point?"

"Because your foolish son wasn't wrong. I wasn't exciting; I didn't do anything fun. I was boring in and out of bed." I thought he understood that.

"He was wrong."

I laugh. "How can you know?" He can't. I haven't fucked him to prove it wrong.

"Ruby, today alone has shown that you're not boring. That list proves that you're not boring." He leans towards me. "I suspect my son failed at fucking you right, which made sex boring for you, and well, boring sex doesn't make people want to do it or seem like they are having fun."

"Or, it's just me who didn't find it fun, and he was fine." There's a chance it's down to me.

He chuckles slightly.

"The fact he failed to please you any time you were with him proves he was the issue. People can find sex boring, especially when they have opened themselves to a world like this. It doesn't mean it fails to give them pleasure, however. You shouldn't use places like this."

Why is he so against it? "You said this place was safe. So why would it be an issue if I did use a room here?"

"Because you're doing it to prove him wrong, it is an issue. You're not here for yourself; you're here to prove a point."

I open my mouth to tell him he is wrong, but he's not. "You're right. I created that list to prove people wrong. I came here to prove people wrong. Maybe I am bored with the same life, and this is different, which I need."

"People don't get bored with sex and instantly run to a place like this." His eyes stay on mine.

"Maybe I do?" Okay, I don't, but still...

"Okay, indulge me. Let's say you were to use this place, what would you use it for, what would ask for?"

Oh. He sits looking at me and waiting. I have no idea. No idea at all, he wants an answer though.

I hadn't really considered why I would use this place or what it could be used for. At first, I just wanted to visit, but now I'm considering whether I would.

"You have no idea about this world, do you?" He smirks, and I nod.

"Of course I don't. I keep telling you that your son was right." Has he forgotten that?

He laughs and nods. "Someone not knowing about this world doesn't instantly make them boring, dull or a prude. People only search out this world through interest and such." Sighing, he stands.

"Stay there." I watch as he walks off. Why am I to stay here? Looking down, I see my glass is empty, walking to the bar I order another drink.

"Hi." Turning, I look at the guy. "I'm Kian." The guy holds out his hand. I shake it and smile.

"Ruby." He nods at me, starts talking, and then stops. Alaric looks between us and turns me away from Kian.

"I'm sorry, Mr Hendrix. I didn't realise she was your guest." Kian smiles at him.

"She isn't, but she doesn't know enough to hop into a room with someone." Alaric pulls me away, and I sit down.

"He was only saying hello." I laugh slightly.

"That's how all connections start. Right now, you shouldn't be in one. So, here." He passes me an envelope. Opening it, I pull out the papers. "Now, before you assume, no, it's not for you to sign. I suggest you read through, search things, and find out what this world is really about."

"I know the basics." I'm not stupid.

"Tell me them." He sits back, holding his glass.

"Well, for one, the relationships involve a submissive and a dominant. The submissive gives up her control, her rights, and her will to the dominant. The relationship is about them both getting pleasure from each other within the bedroom." His hand raises.

"It sounds like you watched some bullshit film or read a book that has it all wrong." I bite my lip. "For one, it's more complex than submissive and dominant. There are brats, slaves, rope bunnies. There are not just dominants, but masters, brat tamers, slave trainers and such."

Okay, that I didn't know. "Mostly, though, the submissive does not give up her control, her rights, and her will. She gives up aspects of it that she is comfortable with and agrees to. If she weren't willing to be tied down in any way, then that wouldn't happen; she keeps control of that part."

"Okay, so I am wrong." I shrug, and he laughs.

"You're very wrong. For instance, it's not about getting pleasure from each other. It's also not just within the bedroom. There are two sides, those who live the lifestyle all day, every day, then those who do it purely in the bedroom or for sexual purposes."

"Point taken." I get it, don't believe what movies say.

"For instance," he glances around the room and points towards a couple. "What do you see when looking at them?" He gives the person a clear nod so he doesn't look weird for pointing them out.

I sit looking. "I see a man sitting with a woman and drinking." What else is there to see?

He laughs. "Observe them for a moment." I nod at him, and watch, I don't get what I am missing though. They are sat drinking, the guy is talking to someone else. "Okay, well, for one she is wearing a collar, which signified she is his. It's a form of commitment and acknowledgement that they are together. Second thing, she is a slave; hence, she isn't speaking to people. If you watch long enough she will reply only when given permission to do so. In here, she would not speak to other Masters and Mistresses without his prior permission."

"Sounds like control." Not having permission to talk?

"Each relationship is different. Some do some don't. For many, the rules outside the room are more to ensure both parties are safe and healthy, for instance, having to eat well. Not drinking in excessive amounts, there is a lot, and many are explained in this contract." His finger taps it.

"I apologise. I clearly had no idea about this."

"You see it as control, right?" I nod at him. "Would you willingly sit here right now and let me tell you not to speak to someone?"

"No."

"Exactly, but if we spoke, we would be in the dynamics together. I explained that talking to another Master or Mistress in the lifestyle can be seen in the wrong way, it can be disrespectful, and I would rather you had permission. Then what?"

"Then I would agree." I can understand why they wouldn't.

"So who would really have the control? It wouldn't be me, as you read and agreed to the rules you were happy with—rules which, at any moment, you can say you don't want. A Master and such is only in control as far as the submissives' permitted list goes. Anything else they have no control over, and the biggest thing is that the submissive can stop any part she wishes, at any moment she wants."

He's right about me having no idea. I clearly don't. "Thank you Alaric, I shall read through this and do my own research."

"Research is the key to this world—not just online but in person, at places like this where the rules are known."

All I do I nod at him and stand. His hand stops me.

"My son won't get away with this, Ruby. What he did was wrong, and he clearly failed to realise that he was told that any issues within the first few years and he would lose access to his account."

"I don't care about him anymore." I don't, let him have fun with his money, it won't last long.

"Maybe not him, but you care about how he made you feel, and I apologise again. He should never have said or done anything like that towards you."

"Thank you, Alaric." I walk away, and his hand stops me.

"Be careful, Ruby. You want to explore, branch out, and try new things. That's fine, but ask yourself, is it really safe?"

"I will." Rushing out, I get into my car and drive back. I can't believe Bex left me. Driving back, I walk in.

"Bex!" I walk up to her door and knock. "Bex, I know you're in; unlock the door."

I watch Ivy step out of her room. "Now, what did she do?" She laughs, looking at me.

"Bex! You have three seconds, or I swear, I will pour out your vodka." The door unlocks, and she opens it, standing smiling. "You left me with him!"

"Did you not want to get into Jake's daddy's bed again?" she smirks, and I groan.

"You slept with his dad?" Ivy stares at me.

"No! Nowhere near. You left me alone." I look at Bex.

"Sorry, but well, I only had an idea it was him. I wasn't sure, you're right though, he is hot."

"Bex!" She was meant to stay.

"Did you two have fun?" She grins, and I walk in and sit while Ivy follows.

"We spoke, and he gave me a guided tour of the place and told me to do research, real research."

"Okay, well, Jake has been calling you. You didn't answer, so he called me." I look at Ivy. "He's been calling nonstop for half an hour, pissed off that you're not answering."

Reaching into my bag, I look for my phone, but it's not there. "I think I left my phone at the club. Fuck."

"And here he is again!" she says, holding out the phone. "Please answer so he leaves me alone!" I answer, Taking the phone.

"What, Jake?"

"Ouch, Ruby, is that any way to greet your ex, me?"

I laugh. "As you said, my ex, why do you keep ringing?" He should have taken the no answer as a fuck you.

"Can we talk?"

"No." There's no talking to be done.

"Ruby, please, just let me see you for five minutes to talk and apologise. After that, I will go and never speak to you again."

"Five minutes, and if you do try to speak to me again after, I will stab you." I hang up and hand the phone back to Ivy. They are both staring at me. "Don't, five minutes, let him say what he needs to that makes him feel better, then he's gone for good.

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