Chapter 31: Passive Arts

Sara became bored at her job as a secretary in a dental office and wanted to find something that paid better and was more exciting. 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.

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 became friends with a coworker at the sex shop named Klara. Klara was a few years older than us but grew up in the same hometown. She loved weed and BDSM.

Klara told Sara about BDSM events at a local dungeon called Passive Arts and promised to bring her along if we picked her up edibles from a dispensary. She bragged about being high school friends with the woman who hosted the events.

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.

The women on the website who worked there were like superhero porn stars to me.

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

Soon we had plans with Klara to attend our first BDSM event. It would be our first experience in a dungeon. Each event had a theme, and guests were encouraged to dress up in costumes. The theme this time was "A Midsummer Night's Dream". Sara wore a combination of a Poison Ivy costume and sexy fairy outfit. I wore a toga and a red cape and was a Roman solider.

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.

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. Klara invited us to walk around and explore the different rooms.

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 female play partner tied to a gynecologist's exam chair in the medical themed room. He beckoned us over to watch and was very friendly as he shoved his entire gloved fist into her pussy. I had seen stuff like this is 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. The man could tell we were new and assured us we were welcome to watch, and his submissive patient loved the attention.

Aside from our fisting friends, no one else really made an effort to talk to us or make us feel welcome the entire night. Even Klara's friend, the host, briefly said hello and then ignored us the rest of the night.

One man did compliment me on my costume. Well actually I am pretty sure he was a leather daddy hitting on me. He called me "Straight from Rome" to Sara's amusement. She would tease me about that for years.

We would attend a few more events but never worked up the courage to bring our own toys and play publicly in the rooms. We remained wandering voyeurs. The regular guests continued to give us the cold shoulder, and we never really felt included or welcome.

Sadly, only after a few months of attending events, Passive Arts was the victim of Arson. According to rumors/legends the dungeon had house slaves who worked and lived on the property. One of the slaves had been let go and 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.

Chapter 31: Laszlo