Chapter 31: Passive Arts

Sara worked as a secretary in a dental office four days a week. Her godmother was her boss. After we had been together for a year, Sara became bored at her job and wanted to find something that paid better and was more exciting. By now she was a regular at our local adult toy store. Which eventually prompted her to apply for a job working there.

Sara became one of the store's best salespeople. She had a natural talent for making customers feel comfortable about their kinks. She knew all the popular porn stars. Sara received a huge discount on products at the shop as well. She would bring me home new porn videos and sex toys weekly. I have a huge collection of porn even to this day.

Sara's first friend at the sex shop was a coworker named Klara. Klara was a few years older than us but grew up in the same hometown and went to the same high school. She was slightly overweight, had blond hair and talked a lot. Like us she loved weed and BDSM.

"Have you ever gone to any of the events at Passive Arts?" Klara asked Sara one day while they were working.

"What's Passive Arts?" Sara asked.

"It's the nearby dungeon. They do fetish events every weekend!" Klara replied.

"You go there a lot?" Sara asked.

"Once a month." Klara replied.

"My boyfriend and I would love to go with you sometime." said Sara.

"If you and Jordan grab me some edibles next time you are at the dispensary, I will let you guys come with me to the event." Klara proposed.

"Of course, we would do that anyways" Sara responded.

"Plan for the third Saturday next month." Klara told her.

Passive Arts was one the largest dungeons in the country. It was built in a warehouse near LAX airport in Los Angeles. During the week it operated as a legit and legal place where clients could pay for BDSM and fetish sessions with Professionals. You could pay to go in and spank a cute submissive woman or pay a sexy Dominant woman dressed in latex to spank you. They catered to all types of Fetishes, but the women were not prostitutes, there was no sex or sexual favors allowed.

I looked the place up and studied the website. The women featured, who worked there, were like superhero porn stars to me. They posed in tight leather and latex outfits, corsets, and all sorts of sexy footwear. They held whips, floggers, paddles. All types of toys.

On the weekends and select weekday nights the Dungeon hosted different types of BDSM and Fetish friendly events in a nightclub like atmosphere.

Each event had a theme, and guests were encouraged to dress up in costumes. The theme this time was "A Midsummer Night's Dream". I had read the book in middle school and roughly knew the characters. Sara wore a combination of a Poison Ivy costume from Batman and a sexy fairy outfit. I wore a toga and a red cape and was a Roman solider.

Klara picked us up from my house and drove us to the dungeon.

"The woman hosting the event and I were best friends in high school. Now she's beautiful. Everyone wants her. She hosts her own events at Passive Arts." Klara told us.

When we arrived at the dungeon, the modest parking lot was full, but we managed to find street parking about a block away. I can remember the rusty chain link fence separating the street from the airport and the roar of nearby planes taking off and landing.

From the outside this hardly looked like a place I would think was a BDSM dungeon inside. The front windows and glass entry door were tinted and there was a small line outside the door. After a short wait, we paid admission at the front desk and signed paperwork joining their membership. Klara waited for us patiently.

Then we were pointed down a dark hallway lined with rooms for business and play. Many of the rooms towards the start of the hallway were locked with "do not disturb" signs but as we approached the end, we could see lights and hear dance music.

The hallway led out to a large main hall. At one end of the room there was a full bar stocked with booze and manned by sexy bar tenders in costume. At the other was a stage with bright lights and speakers. Chairs lined the walls. Off the main hall were many open doors to themed playrooms.

"Feel free to walk around and explore the playrooms. I am going to go say hi to Miranda." Klara told us.

The rooms featured different pieces of custom made BDSM furniture. The types of stuff fantasies and wet dreams are made up of. Scattered among the rooms were different couples and groups using the equipment in the playrooms to perform public scenes. They would bring their own BDSM toys like whips and paddles from home and put on a show.

Anyone was allowed to enter the rooms and watch as long as you did not interrupt or disturb anyone else. Anyone could take up an empty space and play with their partner as long as they did not mind the possibility of an audience.

I can distinctly remember one of the first play scenes I watched. Sara and I found our way to a medical themed playroom. It was complete with all the props and equipment. If I wasn't so nervous about being at the club, I would have loved to spend more time in there with Sara.

A heavy set bald white guy had his naked female play partner restrained with cuffs to a gynecologist's exam chair in the medical themed room. She was a bigger girl with pale skin, curly red hair and a red ball gag to match.

"Don't be shy." the man beckoned us over.

He was very friendly and casual as he shoved his entire gloved fist into her pussy. I had seen stuff like this in porn but never in person. Neither Sara nor I were really sure the protocol on this sort of thing. We felt like we were being rude watching.

"Is this your first time here?" the man asked us.

"Yes, how can you tell?" I asked.

"You look nervous." He replied.

"You are allowed to watch. There's not privacy here. Anyways my subby patient loves the attention. Don't you, you little whore?" the man added.

The woman on the gyno chair nodded behind her ball gag.

Throughout the night the stage featured different performances of Burlesque and light BDSM. Women getting whipped and spanked to Industrial and techno music. Compared to what we saw in the medical room it was actually quite boring. Klara insisted on watching every stage show front row center.

Aside from our fisting friends, no one else really made an effort to talk to us or make us feel welcome the entire night. When we finally came across Klara's friend the host, Klara attempted to introduce us.

"Miranda, this is my friends, the newbies I told you about!" Klara told her.

"Welcome, Welcome!" Miranda said with excitement.

"They went to RUHS too; they were a few years younger than us." Klara added.

"Wonderful! Please excuse me I have something I need to take care of! I will be right back. I love to meet you!" she added moments later before rushing off.

She ignored us the rest of the night.

"She's busy running the show!" Klara said making excuses.

We could see her standing around talking with her entourage nearby about five minutes later.

A middle-aged man with a handlebar mustache wearing head to toe leather approached me. He looked like the biker member of the village people. He looked me up and down and smiled.

"Ooo weee straight from Rome!" he shouted at me.

I just smiled awkwardly and kept walking. I am pretty sure he was a leather daddy hitting on me. This amused Sara quite a bit. She would tease me about that for years.

"Straight from Rome!" Sara nick named me for the rest of the night.

Klara giggled.

"Do you think he meant you had directly traveled from Rome or you were a straight guy from Rome?" Sara questioned me sarcastically.

"Shut up." I told her.

We did not necessarily make any friends, but we still felt a sense of accomplishment and adventure having gone to a BDSM dungeon for the first time.

"So, what did you guys think?" Klara asked us in the car on the drive home.

"It was cool." I replied.

"I loved it!" said Sara.

We would attend a few more events with Klara but never worked up the courage to bring our own toys and play publicly in the rooms. We remained wandering voyeurs. We were working our way up to feeling more comfortable. The regulars at the events never acted too friendly and combined with the host shunning us, I think this added to our feelings.

The community seemed very suspicious to outsiders. I got the impression you had to pay your dues so to speak. You had to put in time before people accepted you. It was a new exciting world that felt hidden and exclusive.

Then one month Klara delivered the devastating news.

"Did you see the reports in the newspaper?"

"No, what?" Sara replied.

"Passive Arts was the victim of arson!" Klara blurted out.

According to rumors/legends the dungeon had house slaves who worked and lived on the property. One of the slaves had been fired and told to move out. He returned a few days later with a gun. He shot the owner and set the dungeon on fire. They both died in the flames as well as the owner's dogs. Nothing was left of the dungeon.

Right as we had found such a wonderful place, it was taken away from us.

Chapter 32: Laszlo