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BensonI surveyed the room. The furniture inside was minimal. A couple of dark leather couches and chairs, the rest of the large room was bare becasue I aked for it to be that way. I pulled Eileen against me, her back to my front. I leaned down to whisper gruffly in her ear."We are going to play a game. You may want to take a good look around and then take those heels off. You're going to run from me, and I'm going to find you. When I do, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. Your safe word is captain," she refused to call me that, so I thought it was a good one." Make sure you scream as loud as you want. No one will come save you," I told her in a deep dark voice that I saved for perpetrators in the interrogation room.Then I turned off the lights and let Eileen go. She stood stock still for a moment."Boo," I whispered in her ear. She took off running. "One..." I counted to ten, then I put on a pair of night vision goggles that had been in a little alcove by the door. I scanned t
ShawI bounced up from the couch. I was completely naked. It felt really odd and... naughty. Not to mention I had nothing to leave the building in but I'd worry about that later. Benny had turned into an animal and didn't seem to care in the least. Can I just say, that this is hot as fuck8ing sin? We had been wanting to come here for a long time. I imagined some whip play or a ball gag. This chase? Never entered my mind. It's exciting and arousing. Naked, blind, hide and seek. God, Benny had a great imagination.I couldn't focus on any of that now though, Benny was chasing me again. Holy shi9t this was fun. We'd never played like this before. We were the ones always running after the criminal, not the other way around. I don't know where he gets his ideas, but he's always been very imaginative in the bedroom. Tonight's escapades were on another level though."Don't you dare put the goggles back on this time!" I shouted at him. Then I jogged away, so he couldn't trace me from the direc
Ethan - One year and several months ago (See bonus chapters after book 2 for more context)I teach introductory classes for Shibari showing novices basic knot tying for hands and feet. Beyond that, I teach more advanced classes as well, but because of the complexity required, there aren't many people with sticking power. Rigging up a submissive to hang from a wall or ceiling is a long process. Many think it's tedious. I, however, find the entire process peaceful, calming...erotic. Especially if the subject I'm tying is a woman. I've tied up plenty of men for their Dom's, but it doesn't do much for me. I don't swing that way typically.I like the control the art of Shibari gives me. It calls to a place deep inside myself that likes to have power over another person. It sounds a little depraved and it probably is. My thoughts are my own. I teach about respect and safety. No one has to know that binding a woman into submission is a total turn-on. I'm often rock hard before I'm done and a
This story may be triggering for some. It does have bad language, dark sexual themes and scenes in a bdsm club. Please beware. Brandt"Boss, I've got a young lady out here that says there is an emergency and she needs to get her mother from inside the club.” I heard this in my earpiece. It’s Wednesday night and well, never a dull moment in a BDSM club, no matter what night it is. “Let her into the lobby. I’ll be right out.” I answered the bouncer. My security office is just steps away from the lobby. I strode out in time to see a beautiful young girl walk in. I watched, as if in slow motion, as she made her way to the customer service area. She flung her hair over her shoulder in a very feminine way. Was she flirting or trying to be a tease, as most of the women that came here acted? I wasn't sure. Sex appeal oozed out of her but she almost seemed oblivious.I could tell she was just my type although a little younger than I usually like. She was dressed simply in jeans and a t-shir
HoneyWhen I woke up this morning, it was just a normal day. Take a shower, eat breakfast, go to school. I helped mom get Brody ready and I dropped him on my way. He doesn’t need much help, he’s nine. He didn’t ride the bus because of the special project he took to school today. Mom went the opposite direction to her job. Simple and ordinary. No weird BDSM club on the horizon, oh wait, yes there was, I just didn’t know it yet.When I got out of school, I went to my job. Brody would have taken the bus home from school and Mom would be home around five when she gets off work. She would make dinner. I get home around 8 and Mom has her date night with Moe. Brody goes to sleep. See? A well-oiled machine.Only instead of getting ready for bed like I asked, Brody decided to jump off his top bunk bed pretending to be some super hero. His screams made my heart nearly leap out of my chest. I ran into his bedroom to find him writhing on the floor holding his arm. It was bad. A bone broke through
Honey Our conversation after he asked me that question was short and to the point."You want me to be one of those girls? The ones that were tied down, getting whipped and ... doing that thing Mom was doing to Moe?" I was embarrassed and couldn't even say the words "sucking dick". Mortifying!"Honey, look at me." It was hard when my cheeks were on fire, but I looked into his eyes."Have you ever had sex before?" This gorgeous, experienced guy was asking if I was a virgin? Please let the ground swallow me up right now! I looked back down quickly, but he gently pulled my head back up with his fingers under my chin to look at him again."Honey, I need to know, have you ever been with a man before?"I shook my head vehemently, my voice not working. I wasn't experienced like him. He wouldn't want me.He stared at me for a few minutes before he said, "That changes nothing Honey. I want to teach you. I want to show how it can be between us. We can do as much or as little of that stuff as y
BrandtI woke up when I heard the phone ring. I considered not answering. I mean everyone I know, is aware I sleep during the day and work at night. But what if it’s her? The caller ID shows it as an unknown number. I grab the phone off the nightstand before it goes to voice mail.“Hello” I said gruffly, my voice sounding rough and gravelly being tainted by sleep.“Good morning, it’s Honey. From the club last night? I’m sorry to have awoken you. I thought I would get your voicemail.” A melodious voice explains.I sat up because it was her. I'm more excited lthan I been in a long time. I ran my hand through my hair and wondered what her decision would be. I want to see her again very soon. Just her voice has me aroused. I want to touch her again, hold her and protect her like I did last night. How will I convince her if she says no? I won't be giving up so easily.“What time is it?” I asked. I know I won’t be able to go back to sleep after this conversation.“It’s 11:30. I have to be
Honey I work in a call center taking orders and providing customer service to the company’s customers. My bosses like me because I’m reliable and punctual. I’m also good at my job and in line for a promotion as a shift-lead. It will mean a little more money each week. My college is taken care of by a grant but I still have to pay for my car payment, insurance, and gas. I also help mom pay the electric and cable bills. She pays the mortgage and buys the groceries. We only have each other to rely on all these years, so we do our best. My work day flies by quickly. I have a lot to keep my mind busy, but I still keep thinking about Brandt at every pause in my day. I’m almost giddy with anticipation. I have a date with a very sexy, totally gorgeous club owner. I would worry about what my mother might think if I hadn’t witnessed her and Moe in that very same club. No judgement is going to keep me from him. I’ve made up my mind. If he wants me, I’m going to give him a chance to have me.