They didn’t linger long in Red. They’d wanted to see it and tentatively took seats at the bar to check out what exactly went on in a BDSM room.

A woman with long blonde hair let herself be cuffed to a free-standing cross, facing forwards against it so that her back and beautifully voluptuous ass were displayed to the room. The woman who cuffed her in wore high-heeled, knee-length boots, tight leather trousers that laced up at the front, and a bodice that laced provocatively across her ample breasts. Another pair of women watched from close by.

Tania glanced at Jacky. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene, and then she gasped as the Domme extracted a short cat o’ nine tails from the bag at her feet. She flicked it a couple of times in the air by the blonde’s shoulders, and Tania’s breath hitched in tandem with the blonde’s gasps. When the fronds of the whip lashed down across the blonde’s buttocks a moment later and she cried out in pained pleasure, Tania winced. She turned to her wife again to see what reaction Jacky was having to this display. She wore a matching grimace etched on her face.

“The restraining bit I don’t mind so much,” confessed Tania. “But the whipping thing—no thanks!”

Jacky nodded and exhaled. “Yeah, I admit I got, um, turned on when she cuffed her in. I…I could imagine doing that bit to you.”

Tania smiled warmly. “We never did play with those cuffs you got in the Secret Santa last year, did we?” She winked, and Jacky laughed, blushing even more. When Jacky had brought them home and shown Tania, indignantly annoyed at the prank played by her workmates, Tania had tucked them away in their toy drawer for “another time.”

They only lasted five minutes more in Red before they made their exit. They’d looked around just to see what else went on in there. A butch with a shaved head and a large dildo fucked a woman who was bent forwards and tied down over a curved bench. The position intrigued them with its erotic possibilities. Then they quickly looked back as the cries from the blonde increased in volume. The skin on her back, buttocks, and thighs was covered in thin, red stripes.

In unspoken, intuitive agreement, Tania and Jacky drained the last of their drinks. As they stood up to leave, the dark-haired woman behind the bar grinned, and Tania caught that look and laughed sheepishly. They probably weren’t the first women to take a look at the action in here and decide it wasn’t for them.

* * *

As Jacky drove them out of the city, past all the drunken Friday night crowds, Tania laid her hand on Jacky’s thigh and squeezed lightly. Jacky glanced at her, smiling, and then concentrated on her driving.

“What?” she asked.

“I love you,” replied Tania softly. “I love you so much. I still can’t quite believe you were willing to do all of that for me. Thank you.”