myself in the vibration of the machine under me. The fall chill to the air hits my exposed face, reminding me I’m alive. I don’t know how to explain it, but there is something about the highway under me and the air surrounding me that I feel every beat of my heart like never before. Each breath I inhale is another reminder I’m still kicking.
In a matter of hours, I cross into Alabama, heading to the place. One of my favorite spots for both business and pleasure.
An industrial park with a hidden gem inside is my target for the evening. A true gift for a man like me. Rolling to a stop beside a bike I instantly recognize, I drop my kickstand and kill the engine. Removing my lid, I secure the helmet to my bike before I head to the entrance. With a nod to Apollo as he opens the door, I enter the domain.
Inside, the space is blacked out with only the neon blue lights overhead as crown molding to guide you into the recesses of the building. The hallway opens to a common area with a bar dead-center with the same neon lights set as under-glow for the bar top. Casually, people meander around looking for their potential mate for the evening. The air is full of lust and power. The hedonistic desires in me only climb higher and higher.
Knowing what lies beyond this open space, I make my way deeper into the den without a single word to anyone. Making a right down a corridor, I follow a path I have taken many times before. The green light over the door illuminates, and instantly, my heart thumps harder and faster in my chest. Opening the door, I enter the private room, finding it completely empty.
Just the way I prefer to start.
Flipping the lock to the door followed by the light switch for the outside bulb, I make my presence known to any passersby before I press the button on the wall to lift the frost over the glass of the front wall. That single switch for the outside bulb changes it from the green light to join the room to a red light meaning occupied and unavailable.
The eight by ten space of the room is filled only with a single leather loveseat along with a side table centered in the room. The walls to the left and right are painted in a matte black so the red neon lights that create a molding around the ceiling don’t create any glare off the walls. The bulkhead in front of me is solid glass. The seamless composite of material gives me a clear view to the show ahead. With the press of a single button on the wall, the glass goes from frosted over, preventing visibility, to a glorious scene of uninhabited adult desires unleashed before me. Like a two-way mirror, I can see to the scene in front of me, but still remain anonymous.
Voyeurism: the practice of gaining sexual pleasure from watching others when they are naked or engaged in sexual activity.
My brand of kink comes in watching. This facility satisfies my every desire.
Settling in on the couch, my sunglasses remain in place. Black wrap frames around black polarized lenses. Regardless of the fact that the glass prevents the participants on the other side from seeing me, I prefer to wear my sunglasses at all times indoors and out, daylight and darkness. The eyes are the gateway to the soul. No one gets to see my depths.
With my legs splayed wide, my boots firmly to the ground, I steeple my hands together over my torso and watch.
In front of me, a young woman is displayed on a Triangle Cross that is tilted at an angle. Her ankles are bound to the bottoms of the board with her wrists restrained over her head at the top, putting her in a spread-eagle fashion. She is collared in a gorgeous red leather material with a matching red bar gag in her mouth, rather than a traditional ball gag, allowing her to moan and bite down visibly. I watch the saliva run down her chin, literally imaging how wet her pussy is right this second as she, no doubt, craves the release she’s seeking. A red satin blindfold makes me wonder if she’s enjoying every sensation more now that she can’t see. Her tits are held in a push up red leather bustier with matching panties done in a red mesh