Chapter 41: The Celebrity

One night at Safehaven I was walking through the dungeon checking everything out while Sara played with a friend. As I was walked into one of the playrooms, I noticed one of the new guests looked familiar. I did not want to be weird and stand there staring at them, so I continued walking around the dungeon.

I came back around after checking the other rooms and did another quick glance in the room. That is when I realized who the guest was.

We had a genuine celebrity at Safehaven Studios. A movie star. I have chosen out of respect not to reveal who he was.

If TMZ wants to hit me up and give me a million dollars than I will happily reveal their identity but for now, it's staying behind the pay wall. I will say this; he was around the same age as Sara and I and at the time he was in many popular hit movies.

To this day it still blows my mind that no one else ever noticed him at the events.

I immediately went over and found Sara. I told her:

""Redacted" is at our event."

"Ha ha, very funny." Sara replied.

Sara did not believe me at first. We had just watched one of his movies the week before.

"Go casually peak your head in the Zeus room but don't be weird about it." I told her.

Sara goes and casually checks the room. I see her walk inside the door. She walks out slowly and then sprints back over to me once shes out the door.

"I can't believe you were right. That's totally him. We just watched his movie last week! " Sara blurted out.

"I told you!" I said to Sara.

"I wonder what he's doing here. What should we do? Should we talk to him?" Sara asked me.

"Go in there and introduce yourself as a Pro Dom and welcome him. Don't make a big deal. Act like you don't not know who he is." I told her.

Sara goes into the room and starts talking with the guy. I did not want to make it weird, so I went about the dungeon. Sara ended up in the room talking with him for almost an hour. I had to come get her eventually to come back and continue playing with people who were waiting.

No one else recognized him and he left shortly after talking with Sara.

Later on, at the end of the night, I asked Sara what happened.

""Redacted" is really curious about BDSM. He is even interested in coming to the dungeon during business hours and paying me for lessons. He wants to learn how to flog and use all the toys." Sara explained.

"Maybe he is working on some kind of kinky movie or studying for a role." I theorized.

"He asked me for my phone number and gave me his number." Sara said half bragging.

"Damn I guess he's serious." I replied.

The next day he was already texting her ready to set up an appointment. Sara had informed Mistress Azule what was going on. After looking up our secret celebrity online, she got all excited and made sure to do whatever was needed to help make Sara's session happen.

Obviously, discretion was mandatory. He came in after business hours during the week when the dungeon was a ghost town. Sara stayed later to accommodate his requests.

After the session with the celebrity, Sara came over and we hung out and smoked weed while she told me what happened.

"We did initially practice some flogging. He was all over the place. Not very coordinated. I told him to buy a flogger from Kinky Geek's website and practice a bit at home before I find him a girl to flog."

"Could you imagine him in some giant Hollywood mansion spinning a flogger alone in his living room?" I said trying to be funny.

"He actually had some interesting activities he wanted to do. He even brought props." Sara continued.

"What kind of activities? What kind of props did he bring?" I questioned.

"It's kind of weird I don't know if I want to tell you." Sara replied.

"You can't say something like he does interesting activities and brings his own props and not tell me what it is!" I told Sara.

"He had brought his own rubber masks he had apparently made himself. Don't ask me how." said Sara.

"Masks? Like Halloween masks? What did they look like?" I asked.

"They looked kind of like really ugly goblin like faces with big noses and bald heads." Sara replied.

"He took all his clothes off and asked me to take pictures of him wearing the masks naked in different poses. He kept switching masks he must have had at least six masks." Sara added.

"What the fuck?" I replied

"Then he asked me to take off all my clothes and wear one of the masks and allow him to take pictures of me." Sara continued.

"Did you?" I asked.

"Yeah, he said the pictures would remain private and were only for him." Sara replied.

"That shit is weird." I told her.

For the next several months, the celebrity came in and saw Sara twice a week. I thought Sara must be making some serious cash seeing this guy. Sometimes they trained for almost three hours. That was easily $1200 for six hours of work each week.

One day I casually asked Sara:

"How much money have you made from this guy so far? It has to be a lot!"

"Oh, I don't charge him. He just pays the room rental at the dungeon." Sara replied.

"Wait, what? Why don't you charge him?" I asked her.

"He's a celebrity. How often does an opportunity like this come around?" said Sara.

"Oh my god Sara, you could have been making so much money. I am sure he can afford it. You wear those goofy masks and let him take pictures of you twice a week for free?" I said in a frustrated tone.

"We do other things." Sara replied.

"Like what?" I said.

“Everyone is entitled to their privacy and as a professional I shouldn't be telling you what a client is into! Especially if you are just going to mock him." Sara replied.

"I wasn't mocking him. You said it was weird yourself last week." I replied.

"All of a sudden you Dominatrixes have your own version of HIPAA now too?" I said sarcastically.

Sara gave me an angry look and then went back to scrolling on her phone.

Prior to this moment she basically told me everything about everyone she saw as a client. No matter how weird or disgusting it was. Usually, I helped her brainstorm ideas. She had never acted secretive about it before. In the back of my mind I thought he must be into something really weird she did not want to tell me about. Something so bad she was embarrassed to be doing it. Either that or they were fucking.

Sara had been mentoring "Redacted" for almost six months. He would occasionally show up at the parties, but he would wear a hat and kept a low profile. We did not tell anyone who he was because we did not want the attention to scare him away.

I decided to try and talk to him at one of the parties. I wasn't going to make a big deal about it or draw attention. I was just going to casually let him know that I knew who he was. I actually liked a few of his movies and would have loved to talk to him about them.

I walked over to him when he was in one of the playrooms watching a scene and I just started making small talk about the party.

"Did you see that performance earlier? That woman was sexy as fuck." I said to break the ice.

"Yah, the shows here are always amazing!" he told me.

"Are you much a player yourself?" I asked him.

"Not yet but I want to be." he replied.

He seemed comfortable so I decided to push the envelope.

"When you died in (redacted movie), it upset me for weeks dude." I told him.

He laughed to himself for a moment and then gave me a genuine smile.

"Thanks." he replied quietly.

"I heard you were having private lessons with Mistress Mary Jane. How's it going? Will we ever see you pick up a flogger at a play party anytime soon?" I asked him.

He instantly became very uncomfortable. His face and body language took a 180 and this was no acting job.

"Don't worry I am Mary Jane's boyfriend and business partner. Your secret is safe with me." I told him trying to difuse the tension.

He seemed to look me over, up and down, and then said nothing. His whole vibe was off. He stared forward at a couple playing about twenty feet away from us. It was unbarely uncomfortable silence for what felt like an eternity.

"Excuse me I need to go check on something." I said trying to escape the awkward situation.

As I walked out of the room, Karen the older dungeon handy woman pulled me aside.

"Whose the guy in the room? Everyone is always making a big deal whenever he shows up." Karen asked.

I tried to play it cool.

"He is a high-profile client who is paying Sara to train him in the BDSM arts. Come on Karen don't you ever watch any movies anymore?" I said.

Karen replied, "There sure is a lot of moaning coming out of that playroom after hours, what is she training him in, orgasms?"

I really had nothing to say to Karen, but the message was received.

Before we jump to conclusions. Part of most BDSM sessions is male clients jerking themselves off. For all I know he could be jerking off and moaning loudly like a weirdo while Sara stood ten feet away and wore one of those masks.

I did not see the celebrity at anymore events after that. I probably scared him off thinking he had been recognized and exposed. Maybe he felt guilty because he was fucking my girlfriend. He stopped coming in for sessions soon after. Sara told me he was out of the country for work.

Chapter 42: Leo