The sub who’d taken her coat had just returned with a number for her and it was written plainly on his face that he’d overheard me.

“Nice work.” She sighed. “How quickly is that little tidbit going to spread?”

She glared and leaned closer, pressing her body against the length of mine so it looked like she was being affectionate. She whispered in my ear, “We’re going to do a lap of the house. Watch. Learn. Don’t say another word without permission or we go home. Separately,” she added looking me up and down.

Was I that easy to read?

She started to walk and I followed. As soon as we left the foyer and entered the main rooms, it was like we stepped into a kinkier Roman orgy.

I now understood why she’d had me lose the shirt from my outfit. Very few people were even wearing clothes, and those who still had theirs on were in an assortment of provocative leather, latex, or lingerie. The first room we glanced into had a couple having sex against the wall, a guy being tied to a cross while a small crowd watched, and a diminutive domme walking across a naked dude’s body as he laid on the floor. I shuddered as she dug the heel of her stiletto into his nipple. He was shouting in pain, but I could see all too clearly how hard he was, which was confusing.

Room after room revealed scene after scene that blew my mind. People were so uninhibited it didn’t even feel real. I kept forgetting I wasn’t on set, even though no set I’d ever been on would’ve had this much nudity. It was funny to me that I had no problem keeping my dick under control in the middle of a literal orgy, but if Elena so much as touched me, I was done for. Thankfully, she was keeping a small amount of distance between us as she led me deeper down the rabbit hole.

Elena kept pausing long enough to let me observe, quietly showing me things to notice about the dominants in each scene. How sweet and loving one was. How another was giving aftercare. The ways people expressed their dominance were vast and varied, but I probably would’ve missed that without her keen observations.

We entered an incredibly crowded room where most of the socializing seemed to be happening in front of a stage where a trio was doing a scene. The male dom in the performance caught sight of Elena and paused to nod to her before he continued flogging his sub. Almost every person in the room turned to look at us in response. At first, I thought I’d been recognized, but for once, no one was looking at me. They were looking at Elena.

My date was kind of a big deal.

Once again, I felt overshadowed by her, insignificant next to the force of her presence. Like being out on the water on a day when the waves dwarfed me and it was only through sheer force of will that I mastered them.