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Brandt As we walked into the living room, Moe muted the TV. Roberta must have spoken with him about the conversation we were about to have. It makes sense that she would have him here and speak to him first. Even if they had a D/s contract, she still has a life outside of that, that she has to live. Usually, personal life is not addressed in such matters unless it directly affects what happens behind closed doors, as they say. In this case, it doesn't, but she allows Moe into her home and life on a regular basis, as if she perceives him as a boyfriend. That is not unsual either and, in most cases, perfectly normal. For many, the intimate act of having sex or sexual relations begets relationships. For others, they are able to keep personal feelings out of the equation altogether. I found myself to be such a person, until I met Honey less than a week ago. I thrived on the control of a submissive, with no serious emotions. Now I can't wait to include my feelings in a relationship. We ge
Brandt I arrived at Honey's right on time. I was so eager to see her that I forgot to stop to get her a gift. She was killing me in another pair of short shorts that hugged her tight ass. I know she did it for me. Her T-shirt hung loose around her but went into a deep V, showing me the tops of her ripe breasts. She was ready for me. She was inviting me, practically begging me to touch her just with her actions alone. I wasn't going to disappoint her. First, I needed to ask about Brody. I haven't gotten to spend much time with him, but I know he is important to Honey. "How's Brody's arm? What did the doctor say yesterday?" I bombarded her with questions so she wouldn't think too much about what would be happening later. I heaved a sigh of relief to be back in her presence. "I can't remember if I told you that the doctor was waiting for the swelling to go down. Yesterday, he did another x-ray. He has decided not to do surgery as Brody is healing very fast, probably because of his youn
Honey"Thank you, Master." I said to Brandt almost breathlessly. Oh my god. I just thanked him for pleasuring me. "Yes, yes, such a good girl, thanking me for your orgasm." He had watched me the whole time, just like he said he would. "I want to try one of your soft limits now, Honey." Brandt said softly. I eyed him in confusion, but he continued. "You spread your legs for me, so fucking good, you little fucking slut." He pulled several fingers through my wetness and shoved them into my mouth. "Taste yourself. Lick my fingers," I stuck out my tongue hesitantly. "Now suck them." He commanded me, but he wasn't done. "I can't wait to have your aching pussy riding my cock, while I turn you into my cum dumpster." He watched my face carefully. Why was that so fucking hot? Why did I enjoy being degraded? We had talked about it but I wasn't sure I would like it. We both knew I wasn't any of those things but I liked it. I wanted more, as always with him. I writhed and whimpered, and watche
Honey Thursday passed. It was a long day for me because I had school and work. I called Brandt just before I got to work as usual but, very unusually, he didn't answer. I dived right into my job and didn't have time to think too much about it. After work, I called him again. That time he did answer but he blew me off. At least that's how it felt. He was very short, explaining that he couldn't talk. After all the attention he had lavished upon me up to this point, I had a hard time not feeling hurt. When he texted later that night, around 11 p.m, I feigned sleep, if only to myself. Yes, it was petty, but I followed his rules and was still being ignored? Nope, I would ignore him too. The next day being Friday, I got up early, made my lunch, then left for my early shift. If I half expected Brandt to be outside leaning on my car, waiting for me like he was last week, I was sorely disappointed, again. After work, I considered going to the club, to shake things up a bit. It was now going o
BrandtAs I drove to Honey's, I was still trying to figure out how much to tell her. This was the first drama in our relationship. As her Dom, I normally wouldn't bother telling her anything. My private life, outside of the playroom, wouldn't be her business. But this was Honey. For one, I don't want to hide things. Two, she may be submissive, but I don't believe she was one to slough things off. And three? I have a bad feeling she is pissed at not hearing from me yesterday. She has a right to be. Again, if I just wanted a submissive, this would be an entirely different situation. Instead, I brooded. I handled that wrong. In the drama of it all, I decided not to contact her mostly because I didn't know what to say. I know I should have checked in with her. She hasn't tried to contact me at all, so I know something is up. I just have to fix it, fast. I need her to settle me down, calm my nerves. Somehow, I know that she can do that for me. It's just that I may have to soothe her first.
Brandt I had gotten sidetracked on Friday, trying to make it up to Honey. I didn't finish telling her that Quinn had recovered. She would spend the next few days in the hospital being monitored. I spoke with the sister and explained everything. Well, maybe not in explicit detail, but I think she got the gist of things. Quinn's sister, Natalia, flew in from out of town yesterday, which is why I was able to go see Honey in the afternoon. I didn't stay to meet up with her after our in-depth telephone conversation. Our plan was to meet today at the club. She wanted to understand a little more about the BDSM lifestyle and see the club firsthand. She felt she would be able to help Quinn better if she understood where she was coming from. I thought that was a great idea, so I alloted some time with her. Then I was going to have Daniel take over. I had plans with Honey that I didn't want to break. The man at the door notified me when she arrived. I entered the lobby to find a stunning
Brandt I had plans. Then I remade those plans. Second guessed myself. Is there such a thing as third guessing one's self? Just because I'm a dominant doesn't mean I have all the answers. Especially not when it comes to Honey. She's not only new to BDSM, but to sex altogether. I totally wanted to rush into things with her. I wanted to feel her under me. I wanted between her legs in the worst way, but I couldn't. I wouldn't. I wanted Honey so badly but I made promises to her and myself. We both needed for her first time to be special. I was going to make popping her cherry one of the best memories of her life. I was a master at the build-up. Layering sexual tension with arousal, with desire. I'd had some practice, sure, except this time I was way too good at it. So good, I got caught up with it myself. I was so far gone over this girl that I was afraid of being alone with her. No, seriously. I was either going to embarrass myself by blowing my load like it was my first time or I'd ruin
UnknownI couldn't just watch anymore. I had to act. Brandt brought that girl to his house again and I knew it was serious. I decided to scare her off. If she felt threatened, she would choose not to see him any longer, right? I mean what had it been, a week or two? How emotionally invested could they be? Anyway, it makes no difference. I had to make Brandt notice me. I wouldn't be able to do that with her in the picture. It was broad daylight and I was dressed like I belonged in this neighborhood. I just had to make my way around to the unlocked window, which took some finesse. I had subtly moved a couple of the cameras a few days ago so that even if I was caught on film going in the house, they wouldn't be able to get a good look.I found some fresh roadkill earlier that I put in a heavy duty trash bag. I'm not usually such a creep, but I need to make a statement. Dead things make really impactful statements. I had gloves on my hands as I pushed open the window. I was strong and a