I found a dungeon that hosts events that are exclusively queer. Most attendees are people of color, and I walked in to the sounds of slaps, moans, and laughter. Leo, the “doorboi,” was dressed in slacks, a dress shirt, and a black tie. They told me I could walk right in, but to be prepared that Mx. Cele “was being fucked with knives.” Leo is biracial and has a side shave, roots dark and curls bleached blond and haloing their face. They’re a bratty bottom and a commanding presence. I trust Leo more than any cis-gendered dude bouncer. They asked me to leave my belongings in the coat closet and welcomed me in.
Beyond the front waiting room was the loft, decked out in gear: a St. Andrew’s cross, glowing red and black; a spanking horse bench; a large bird cage; a white, four poster bed; hooks hanging from the ceiling; a padded bench with a cage locked underneath it. Someone was curled in there, sucking a lollipop.
When Leo had said that Cele was being fucked by knives, I had no actual idea that they meant it literally. Cele was spread on a bench while a butch daddy stood between her legs, holding a large knife, and pumping it in Cele’s pussy. I was standing behind Cele so I couldn’t tell if this was really happening. There was a crowd cheering on the scene — all women, mostly of color. The domme yelled at us, saying we were missing the whole view. A few of us moved over and sat on or around a bench just a few feet from Cele. We could see the knife pumping into Cele. I told myself that the knife was dull. It was flat and glinting. I kept looking to see what the trick was, the way I had once, when I saw a magician sawing a woman in half at the Magic Castle (a kinky but awful dungeon in its own ways). Cele was orgasming. I could tell because her clitoris had enlarged and was bouncing against the silver surface of the knife that was making her cum. When she was done, the domme stopped, and untied and held Cele while we all applauded. She was melting in the domme’s arms, enjoying the aftercare. When it got quiet, Cele sat up blushing, shouted, “Holy fuck!” and jumped off the bench.
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