Welcome to the F Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow.

Your choice for F was the FemDom Room!

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She wasn’t sure she could handle the FemDom room, but her curiosity was too piqued to say no. “FemDom room,” she said with a blush. Even though she had been dominant in her past, she just couldn’t control the way her face flushed.

“Follow me,” he said and led her away by the hand. Then wound through the hallways until they reached a door labeled “FemDom.” He pushed the door open to reveal a room that was almost red. She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting, but it wasn’t this at all.

She hadn’t expected the color pattern to continue to a room that wasn’t themed based on a color. “Why is everything red?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” he said, and she could hear the note of honesty in his voice. “I don’t often do the design work. The items here fit the theme anyway.”

There was a bed similar to the one upstairs, but the covers on this one were red. Aralyn walked across the plush red carpet to examine the dressers. There were two in this room. She opened the drawers and found that one of the dressers contained similar items to the other room. But the second dresser was far more hardcore. There was an entire drawer of dildos and strap-ons. There was also a whole drawer of butt plugs. Some of them had tails on them. Some had jewels. It brought back a flood of memories of her time before she left Iowa. But she shook the feeling off and said, “It’s well thought out.”

“Yes, I thought so,” he said. “Though, I didn’t do the thinking on this one.”

“Oh?” she asked. “Who did?”

“My business partner. He does most of the design work. I do more of the publicity, such that it is.”

Publicity, hm. It wasn’t like one could go and advertise on public television for a place like this. Not easily, anyway. “How do you advertise for a dungeon?” Aralyn asked.

“Very carefully,” he said evasively.

“Like how you got me here?” she asked.

“No, that was a special circumstance. I wanted you to see this place. I wanted you to see who I am.”

A thought occurred to her. Had Sevy done something like this with all of his girlfriends, not that she was his girlfriend, she thought hastily. If he did, how did it make her feel? She couldn’t decide. She wasn’t sure if she was actually jealous of the girls that may have come before her or if it didn’t matter to her. Of course, he had been with other girls. It was illogical to think otherwise. And of course, he had brought other girls to The Dungeon. How could he not have, she wondered. She pushed the thought out of her mind.

“Do you have experience being a submissive?” she asked, hesitantly.

“Not a lot,” he admitted, but he didn’t offer her any more information. “Well anyway,” he said, “we could go if you want to. Or we could stay…” His voice trailed off again. He was being so good about giving her choices. It made her feel more comfortable.

“Well if we went, where would we go?” she asked.

“Wherever you want,” he said. That seemed to be a common response of his. Aralyn was kind of surprised he was dominant, though she wasn’t sure if he just had a dominant personality or if he was truly a Dom. There could be a vast difference. His admission of submissive experience was hardly evidence to either case.

“What if I want you to pick?” she asked.

“Well, we could go to a garden, take a walk.”

She dropped her voice almost to a whisper and moved closer to him. “And what would we do if we stayed?”

“Well there’s a garden room in The Dungeon,” he said, with a wink.

“Is there?”

“Yeah, I mean, why not. Okay, so we call it a dungeon, but we’re here to meet the needs of anyone who wants to partake. Mostly we get people who are into dark fetishes and don’t have a place they go can where they can make their partner scream and beg for mercy without being arrested, but sometimes it’s just people looking for a place to get away and relax. It’s also a great place to reserve for aftercare if you need a place away from where you have your scene.” Aralyn briefly noted that he didn’t explain a lot of what he was saying, as though she would know exactly what he was talking about, but of course, she did know, so it didn’t matter. She wondered if he had picked up on the fact that she didn’t ask any questions about it.

“Anyway, would you rather go to a real garden, away from here or would you rather go to the garden room and…” he let her imagination take the rest of her words.

Garden room in the Dungeon OR Walk in the Garden

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