“Doing okay?” Brett asked and settled in the chair beside Rylan.
“Y-yes, sir. Great actually.” Rylan glanced sideways at Brett then looked down.
“You’ll need to look up to see the show,” Brett reminded him. He rested his arm on the back of Rylan’s chair and rubbed between his shoulder blades a few times.
It didn’t take long before all the seats were full and the lights were dimmed. Two women and a man, the subs, took their places on the stage. Two Doms and a Domme followed and introduced themselves, using the title Master or Mistress before their names. One sub was cuffed to a Saint Andrews cross, the secondwas bent over a chair, and the third was tied in ropes with complicated knots then secured to the frame of an angled table.