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As soon as I got the text from Brandt, I put things into motion. When he had first told me about this plan, I had balked. I understood being a possessive asshole but this was too much. After he'd explained about the stalker, I got on board, even though I still didn't like it. I thought of Honey as a daughter. At the very least, I wanted to make sure she was taken care of so that Roberta never had to worry anymore. At least not in the same way as she had as a single mother all those years, alone. If I ever had the displeasure of meeting her douche of an ex, I'd break some bones. Right now, I want to take some of her burden and I would.
I logged into the website that hosted the tracker in Honey's collar, then I called the cops. After that, I told Roberta. I didn't want to be distracted or forget anything if she freaked out. Except she didn't. Freak out, I mean. I could tell she was worried but she trusted me. I mean, really tr
NataliaI heaved a sigh of relief knowing that Quinn was recovering from her wounds and would spend the next few days in the hospital being monitored. My plan for today was to meet Brandt at the club. I want to understand a little more about the BDSM lifestyle and see the club firsthand. I feel like I might be able to help Quinn better if I understood where she was coming from. Brandt said he would be able to give me some of his time and then I was going to have a tour of the place.The security man at the door notified someone when I arrived. I was nervous but determined as I entered the lobby to find a very good-looking and well-built guy. He was dressed in kakis and a polo shirt. His hair was combed neatly, his shirt tucked in and no jacket in sight. This was business casual in South Florida. Unless you were a lawyer headed to court, no one bothered dressing heavier than that.He held out his hand and introduced himself, "Brandt Hendricks, owner of this club, we spoke on the phone.
Natalia Jacobs was on her way to sunny South Florida. Though, not because of the sun, the beach or the salty air. She had been notified that her sister was in the hospital. The story was strange and she tried not to dwell on it too much. No sense in jumping to conclusions with so little information. The news was that her sister would be okay but Natalia was still worried. Her sister, Quinn, had been found asphyxiated in a sex club. That sounded pretty gruesome. She wondered how that could have even happened. Did they not have any safety protocols in place to keep that sort of thing from occurring? Not that Natalia knew anything about sex clubs or, to be honest, much about sex in general. Her life had been sheltered until recently. She had common sense though and it seemed like that was the kind of place that the owner would have made safe for patrons.Anyway, what was Quinn thinking? Going to a place like that with people that obviously didn't care for her. Didn't she have any friends
DanielI was disgruntled when Brandt asked me to show Quinn's sister around the club. What if they decided to sue and were just here gathering information? Brandt indicated that was what his insurance was for and not to worry. Well, wasn't it my job to worry about this place, like literally? I was prepared to be tight-lipped and vague when necessary. There were two things I brought with me when I went to meet Quinn's sister, Natalia. One was a waiver, much like the one Quinn had to sign to step foot in this place. We didn't let anyone in without it. I also had with me a BDSM check-list. When this mystery woman stepped beyond the lobby with the intention of playing, she needed to know some things. Since, I assumed she was a newbie, the check-list would basically explain some stuff, so I didn't have to spell it out for her.Not that I was embarrassed or ashamed. No, never that. I believed and practiced this lifestyle whole-heartedly. I've tried
NataliaWe were at the double doors that led into the club. We could have walked in as acquaintances but I had just signed a slave contract. My heart felt like it was skipping beats. Um, why did I do that? I was starting to panic. I hadn't even given myself time to think about it, not really. I didn't really have time to analyze it. Though I knew that wanted to be tied to him, but as a slave? I hadn't done nearly enough research to figure out what it is that I've really signed up for, but now he can't get rid of me for a week. I'm his, a slave. A sex slave without sex. Oh shit, what have I done? I lamented to myself. Daniel's boss had said he had to show me around. I could have just done that and been gone from this place. Instead, I was now attached to this man for seven whole days.This beaitifully gorgeous man. He was so tall. He towered over me and made me feel small, even though I was five feet, eight inches. Not a short woman at all, he
Daniel"I have another rule for you." I decided to make known while she basked in a post-orgasmic haze. "You do not speak until I ask a question. You do everything I say but you say nothing in return."I looked at her knowing I sounded cruel. I was memorizing her face, wishing I could see her body, all of it was within my grasp but she had stipulated a rule I wasn't going to break. No, I was going to make her want the change herself. She would beg me to change it. I saw it in her eyes the minute the new rule went click in her head. She looked a bit nervous and I wanted to savor the feeling. It had been a while since I had something so delicious under my control. I was fooling myself. I'd never had someone so...captivating her as mine before. I'd never taken a woman as a slave either. She was my first. I grinned in wicked delight at the thought.Natalia. Mine. My little slave. My cock is rock hard but I'm not a slave to it. I watched Natalia closely all night. Her curiosity was divine.
Natalia"I'm going to fuck you now. Scream as loud as you want."Those were the words Daniel used as he thrust his thick cock into that girl. She was so eager. Had he fucked her before? She had called him by name, she knew who he was. Had he done this with her many times? Something in my chest felt tight at the thought. My pussy was throbbing so hard it was like it had its own heartbeat.I got a good look at his dick as he fisted it before rolling on a condom. Daniel had slid his zipper down and fisted his cock. I was facing him and that girl. I had a perfect view from my knees, eye level with the action, so to speak. He was big and had, what I would later find out was a six-gauge circular barbell pierced into the head of his dick. I watched it glint in the dim light before he covered it with latex. Even now, I shudder, wondering what that would feel like rubbing the walls inside my cunt, hitting deep. I heard her cry out as he thrust into her and bottomed out, his balls slapping at he
NataliaI was nervous. I had a life, though it wasn't much of one, to be sure. What would my life be like outside of these walls now that I had signed that contract? My life isn't my own anymore. That thought hit me hard. I'd been taking care of myself for a long while. Before that, I was a care giver. Now though? I had to answer to someone and with that there was a lot of trepidation. I berated myself for the umpteenth time for not thinking this whole thing through.Daniel slid a plate of food in front of me and I smothered my pancakes and bacon with syrup. I blurted out what I wanted to say before I lost my nerve."Tomorrow I have to go back to the hospital. Then I need to feed my sister's cat at her apartment and pick up some clothes, I guess? I had planned to stay there a few days while Quinn was in the hospital. What I need to know are your expectations. As your slave, what kind of freedoms do I have? Will I be allowed to do those things as your slave? Will I have any free time ap
DanielThat couldn't be right. Nope. No. No way. The thought never crossed my mind. Natalia was twenty years old. She couldn't still be a virgin. Not that I was calling her a liar. I was just surprised. When I first met her, I remember thinking that she was probably not a girl that slept around but not ever? Geez.I had left her in my room, in my bed and took myself back out to the living room. I was sprawled on my couch, beer in my hand. I had thought I might get drunk, but on beer it would take too long. I didn't go for the hard liquor in the cabinet though. Too many things on my mind. I'd make an error in judgement. I thought she would be a little more like Quinn and Quinn was far, very far from virginal.Natalia was so quick to accept the contract as my slave. She had barely hesitated. Then I thought of the scene last night. I'd let a virgin watch me insert a butt plug and then fuck the shit out of a sub. I demanded it. I'd collared her. A virgin slave. What were the odds? I wasn't