Tania looked at Jacky, wondering how she’d react. They’d never done anything like this before, and the whole evening seemed to be opening up huge new lines of discussion between them.

Jacky nodded slowly. “I can understand that,” she said. She gave a small gasp as she was suddenly pulled round by Tania to reverse their positions. “Hm,” she said, smiling as Tania’s mouth aimed for hers.

Tania grinned. Her mouth claimed Jacky’s in a searing, forceful kiss before she asked, “Want to look around more?”

The Blue Room definitely excited Jacky, and Tania giggled at her wife as she sat at the central bar and gaped at the action. Jacky occasionally strapped on for Tania, and she wouldn’t object if it happened more often after this. Jacky looked like she was getting pointers on techniques and positions.

“Maybe we should bring a notebook and pen next time,” Tania teased her. Jacky blushed.

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.”