Sodom: Remembrance

Everyone comes to Sodom for something different. What are you looking for?

Nadica doesn’t talk. Nadica doesn’t play. Nadica takes her photographs, and takes them exceedingly well. And that’s all any guest ever sees her do.

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Sodom: What’s in a Name?

Would Sodom have the same air of mystery if it was called ‘The Club of Arse’? ‘Stick ‘em Up’? ‘The Booty Bumper’? What something is named can make a difference – something that the Doyenne, and some of the staff, know very well indeed.

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Sodom: Midnight

Midnight is the witching hour – and at Sodom it’s no different. There’s something about the movement from one day to the next. Endings and beginnings. Whether you’re aware of the changeover or not, it still leaves its mark.

As the clock turned midnight, Caroline was wide open and welcoming a strangers cock into her arse. Tied to the stocks, blindfolded, well-lubricated, and profoundly aroused, she didn’t care who it was fucking her, as long as she was fucked. Her cheeks burned from slapping, her tits from mauling, and her ankles from the pull of the rope, but she didn’t care. Sir had arranged this. Sir was watching her be used, at his pleasure.

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Sodom: Well Stocked

What do you want? At Sodom everyone knows what you want – or what you think you want – it’s why you’re all there. Still, you don’t always get it. Chances are pretty high, instead, that you’ll get what you need.

The evening wasn’t going quite as Linus had planned. True, Caroline had looked good enough to fuck, all wide-eyed in her cage; and sliding that heavy metal plug into her arse beforehand had made his cock hard and wanting. But knowing that the person who’d stopped by the cage to talk to her was the owner of Sodom – the Doyenne - someone he’d never seen in all his visits, was somewhat disconcerting. Why now? Why her? Was it a good sign?

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Sodom: Impulse moves

The Doyenne had reasons for everything. Even impulsive moves had reasons behind the impulse, and they were considered before that impulse was acted upon. Greeting Caroline had been one such impulse – and going to shake up Arthur would be another.

It was that kind of night.

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Sodom: Perceptions

What happens at Sodom? It seems like a simple answer – and yet it isn’t. Those for whom it is a myth have one story. Those who attend have another. And for those who work there? What happens at Sodom is different for each of them.

Perception is a fascinating thing.

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Sodom: Good pony

All kinks are welcome in Sodom. While the focus of the club is on all things anal, the Doyenne enjoys inviting a variety of guests whose desires and fetishes keep things … interesting.

Trotting across the main floor of Sodom, his head held high, Stanis was focused predominately on pleasing his trainer. When he was in pony-space, Anneke was always first and foremost in his thoughts, and that was as it should be. She held the lead, and he had given her his pony-soul long ago. But his brain could never turn off the multi-tasking, and so he was also aware of how his tail swished against the back of his knees, how his buttocks clenched around the large silicone plug with every step he took, and the delightful clack that his metal hoofs made against the floor. As he moved toward the bar, he also noticed his teeth pressing against the rubber bit in his mouth, the sweat pooling inside the latex costuming his thighs, the press of his harness against his groin. For the most part, though, he was aware of Anneke, and of the eyes on him.

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Sodom: The more you know

The doors to Sodom open once a week. But an invitation, once received, isn’t for keeps – it is for one night only. Attendance isn’t mandatory; you under no obligation to be there. But entering those discreet doors once is no guarantee you will ever enter again. And receiving a heavy vellum envelope one week does not mean you’ll get one for the next.

There is no obvious rhyme or reason why some guests are invited week after week; while others only sporadically. Why some come through the doors once in a very great while and yet others visit once and then never again.

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Sodom: Work of art

Atmosphere is everything. It doesn’t matter how carefully selected the guests; how discreet the location. Sodom is designed to be the fantasy – which means providing not only the rooms and implements to fulfil deviant desires, but also the ambience.

Sodom exists to create works of ecstatic art. But also to share them.

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Sodom: Who watches?

There are hidden depths to Sodom. Places that visitors will never know exists, let alone visit. Where else can the owner and the staff do their jobs, let alone relax when the club is closed?

One place is hidden in plain sight. A slim door marked ‘Supplies’ between two bathrooms, perpetually seen padlocked. If anyone thinks of it at all, it’s to assume it has the usual – a mop and bucket, some cleaner, some loo paper. Instead, it has something much more interesting tucked inside…

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About Dee

Exhibitionist with words, skin and sex. Free with kisses, compliments, and friendship. Open with heart, passion, and laughter.
Labels I choose for myself: pansexual, polyamorous, fat, kinky, New Zealander, writer.
You can keep my partners and close friends not-mixed-up by reading more about them here.
I write fortnightly for GLBTI magazine Express, for whom I am also the sub-editor. I also write upon occasion for other publications!
If you want to get in touch, send me an email: curvaceous.dee@gmail.com.