AnalieseI'm leaving the house again. It's nearly summer and the days are getting hotter. It's only eighty-six degrees, but the humidity is a killer, making it feel like ninety-six. I went to Las Vegas once and the heat of one hundred and one was easier to bear because there was no humidity. I also heard that you would die faster of dehydration because you don't notice the heat as much for that reason. I always keep my hair up and off my neck. I hate the stickiness of it sticking to my neck, but while in Vegas, I kept it down. There, it was the opposite of here. Maybe the intense heat licked away the sweat before it settled? I didn't analyze it that hard. Still, this was home. I had to get acquainted with my environment again. I could do this. I had to be strong.We went the opposite way today, as the Mercado was on the other side of our neighborhood from the direction we had gone yesterday towards Oscar's apartment. I was fine with that because I wasn't sure what had triggered me yes
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.
Brandt My alarm went off at 8:30 to remind me to call. I hadn’t needed the reminder as Honey kept popping up in my mind all night. During my shift today, I compared her to every girl that came on to me. That happens to me a lot. They see me as a rich club owner and want to be with the guy at the top. Little do they know that it's lonely up here and for good reason. I worked my ass off every day to make sure the bills were paid and salaries were dispensed. I have to make sure that the building is maintained properly, to keep in operation. My insurance was through the roof already, and I didn’t need any lawsuits for major or even minor incidents. I saw one of my ex-subs earlier. She had found a new Dom, but she kept glancing my way. She will get punished if he notices. Some people were more astute than others. I ignored her and went about my day. Not one of these ladies made me want to pause and contemplate. Not now that I've found Honey.My thoughts for Honey went a little, okay, a l
Brandt Anticipation, expectancy, eagerness. I feel all these and more. It feels nice to have something, someone, to look forward to. One more day and I will see Honey again. It's Friday afternoon. I remember that Honey gets off work at two. At 2:01 I got a text notification. Honey: I am in the doctor’s office with Brody. We’ve been here since 12:30, and we are still in the waiting room! Me: Is everything OK? Honey: Yes, it's just his follow-up with the surgeon. My mom had meetings she couldn’t cancel at work today, so I got off early instead. Me: I’m sorry that you had to do that. Please call me when you get home. Honey: Definitely! She sent me a smiley face emoji. That made my heart soar a little. She is very punctual and that might make a person boring, but then she sends a fun emoji. I am looking forward to learning more about her. ------------ Friday nights in a BDSM club are rocking. The Inner Sanctum was full. We had reached capacity at 9 and started sending walk-in cl
AnalieseI'm leaving the house again. It's nearly summer and the days are getting hotter. It's only eighty-six degrees, but the humidity is a killer, making it feel like ninety-six. I went to Las Vegas once and the heat of one hundred and one was easier to bear because there was no humidity. I also heard that you would die faster of dehydration because you don't notice the heat as much for that reason. I always keep my hair up and off my neck. I hate the stickiness of it sticking to my neck, but while in Vegas, I kept it down. There, it was the opposite of here. Maybe the intense heat licked away the sweat before it settled? I didn't analyze it that hard. Still, this was home. I had to get acquainted with my environment again. I could do this. I had to be strong.We went the opposite way today, as the Mercado was on the other side of our neighborhood from the direction we had gone yesterday towards Oscar's apartment. I was fine with that because I wasn't sure what had triggered me yes
OscarI loved reading Analiese's words. I liked knowing what she was thinking, so that I could think of ways to help her. At first, I felt bad about taking her out so soon and causing her to have a panic attack. Then I realized it needed to be done. We needed to know what would manifest from her trauma. Now we knew that she might panic and have dark thoughts, but she could get through them. And then we would talk through them.And best of all, she let me kiss her. Multiple times. It wasn't everything, but it was a step to letting me know the healing had begun. She never addressed her hardened nip9ples, but she was aroused at the park. I was elated. Not because I was having a hard time waiting for her, but because her mind was expanding past the trauma she had suffered. Was it weird to say that I think the panic attack had done some good? She got past her fear and anxiety of leaving the house and she survived. She was stronger because of it.Brody called today too. He heard of the thin
AnalieseOn the third day, when I woke up, I didn't call (or knock) for Oscar right away. I needed to be the adult that I was and start figuring things out for myself. My family needed to realize that I was going to be okay. And I was going to be okay. I decided to start today. I went to the bathroom to do my business. I even jumped into the shower and that's where Oscar found me."Good morning, baby," he said from behind the curtain. He'd been so respectful of me and almost clinical. Not touching me in any way that could be construed as sexua8l. Don't get me wrong, he was loving, but his touches didn't linger. His eyes didn't light up with lust. I felt about about that. I didn't want him to suppress that side of himself, at least not around me. The side of myself that wanted his attention on my body, warred with my mind that said, nope, not today."Good morning," I chirped back.What!??I threw back the curtain and stared at Oscar. I spoke!I tried again."I love you," it was the fir
AnalieseI woke up in increments. My eyelids fluttered, but I kept them closed. I listened to the sounds in the room, then the sounds in the house. Everything was so quiet. I had no idea what time it was, but I had a feeling it was late morning from the way the sun slanted through my curtains. I know I went to bed with Oscar last night, but he isn't here now. I knew without touching his side of the bed that he was already up. I also knew that he hadn't gone far. He'd want to be here when I woke up.My parents probably went to work and that was fine with me. I didn't want to see the sadness and looks of pity they kept throwing me. Oscar, on the other hand, kept me present and moving forward. He talked to me last night like I was a person and not a thing to feel sorry for. I will be eternally grateful for him being constant and not letting me wallow. Which would be so easy to do. He asked me what I wanted and needed. Could there be anything better in a partner? I couldn't think of anyth
BillI listened at the doorway while Oscar spoke to Analiese. I'm pretty sure he knew I was there. Anyway, the door was open, so he had to know that anyone could hear what they were saying - or what he was saying. He translated everything, being clear and concise with his words and her reactions to what he was saying. I was actually pretty proud of him for proding her. She wasn't comfortable with me right now, and that hurt. I struggled with it at first, but Gloria told me that she was ashamed. My baby had nothing to be ashamed of. They call women the weaker se9x for a reason - and it wasn't for women to get pissed about. It was a fact. Most men were bigger and stronger. Most women couldn't fight them off. Facts. Unfortunately, some very evil men had used that strength against her. I didn't blame her for that. I blamed myself. I think we all did.Every single man that went on the rescue mission was pissed as fuc9k. Some of us were able to take out that rage on the men who had orchestr
OscarWhen we arrived at their house, Bill made himself scarce. Again, I was surprised, but Gloria said Ana needed a bath and I guess Bill didn't want to be a part of that. It definitely would have been awkward for him to hang around for bath time.I followed Gloria down the hallway to the bathroom. As she started filling the tub with warm water, she chattered to Ana as she did so, as if Ana was going to speak back to her. It was probably the best strategy, acting as if everything was okay, when nothing was. Can you imagine another scenario where Ana's mom and I would be in the bathroom together, with Ana between us? No? Right, me neither. I didn't dwell on the awkward situation, though. I just waited patiently, with Ana in my arms. The bathroom started to get warm as I leaned against the wall. It had been a hard, strenuous day and my strength was lagging. I guess I need to work on my stamina at the gym from now on.When the tub was full enough for Gloria, she indicated for me to put
OscarWe had to carry Edgar to the cars. It was only about half a mile, but it was a real pain in the as8s. He had broken his leg when he fell over the wall and though none of us wanted to touch him, we did. We grabbed his arms and uninjured leg and lugged his annoying as9s. Brody or I could have carried him in a fireman's hold, but I didn't want him touching any part of me. I don't think the other guys did either. He was evil personified, and it was bad enough just touching one of his limbs.We threw him in the trunk and oh, shi8t...."Hey Moe. To make it believable that he left on his own, we should take his car too," I blurted out as soon as I thought of it.Surprise flashed across Moe's face. There were nine of us, but not one of us had thought of that little fact. We had been kinda busy planning a rescue, cleaning a crime scene and whatnot, right?"Where are his keys?" Moe asked the group, in his usual no-nonsense manner. We almost fu8cked up but we could fix it.."We emptied his
AnalieseRescue. It was a foggy thought in the back of my mind where I was hidden like a game of peek-a-boo. Now you see me, now you don't.I heard gunfire and I knew the guys were here, finally. My brain woke up a little, but then the sounds of wood breaking and thuds from the hallway reverberated in my ears. I let myself slip away again as I lay perfectly still. I knew things were happening in the house, but I was lost in a corner of my mind again. Where I was safe. I didn't react when the door of the room we were in thundered open. A dull thud as something hit the floor and more gunfire. Another thud. Voices. Was someone speaking to me? It didn't matter. I wasn't really present. I didn't want to be.I slipped away again when the metal of the cage I was in rattled. The lock was disengaged. Someone was nearby. I knew it, but I couldn't bring myself to wonder who it was. If it was those mean men again, I needed to stay hidden in my mind. I had been violated, and I wouldn't survive if
OscarMoe was in the zone. His only child was in that room unconscious, but he had tucked that into a corner of his mind so that we could finish the mission. I had to do that too. Compartmentalize, I think it was called. I tucked Ana into a corner of my mind, even though it caused my heart to constrict. I had to listen to the instructions that would keep us all free men. We were never here. Neither were Kylie or Analiese.I told myself that but then my mind started to wander. I snapped out of it when he asked how many bodies were downstairs. I gave him my account and tried to stay present. It was one of the hardest things I'd ever done. I just wanted to get back to Ana. I never wanted to let her go again.Moe gave everyone instructions, even me. Brody and I were to get the girls and take them downstairs to wait for Stern to come with the truck. Others were working on clean-up. I tossed out that I had touched the garage door downstairs and the locks on the back door. Bill nodded. I wat