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BrandtI strolled through the doors like I owned the place, because I did. I settled on a sofa at the back, in the dark. A house sub came over to ask if I wanted a blow job. I was sorely tempted to say yes. These primitive feelings Honey invoked in me were knocking around in my chest and I just wanted to feel normal again. I didn't fuck the girls that worked here, but I didn't mind getting a blowy once in a while. I wanted to do a scene, spank or whip or chain up a sub. Burn off some of this energy so that I don't hurt Honey.I looked up at the window of my apartment. Yes, I have a clear view of the floor from up there. I haven't shown it to her yet. I want to and I will. Small steps. I just punched her v-card for gods sake. I took a deep breath and told the sub to meet me behind the curtain of a nearby unoccupied room. I grab a flogger off the wall on the way. I pulled the curtain for privacy and commanded her to bend over the bench made specifically for BDSM activities. I could stra
HoneyMy eyes grew tired as I watched the video footage. Every once in a while, Brandt would scribble notes about each person in each file he handled. At least that is what he said when I asked him. I finally told him I needed a break."I have something to show you." He said mysteriously, and for a moment, I thought we might actually leave the apartment. However, he took me to a room in his apartment that I had not been in yet. There wasn't much in the room except a cabinet that took up much of one wall and a large but comfortable-looking chair near some curtains hanging from the wall. The curtains didn't make much sense as it should have been a solid wall and not a window. I was curious, but not for long.Brant pulled the curtains open rather dramatically and then I saw why. I was able to see Club Voyeur from a whole new angle. I was in awe but then stepped back quickly."Can they see us?" I asked nervously. I wasn't comfortable being a voyeur, strange as that sounds, but I was also
BrandtI took the collar out of the box and produced the small key that locks and unlocks the heart that holds the chain together. "This is your day collar. Hold your hair up." God, I loved her long hair. I could jack off just to her hair alone.I placed the chain around her neck, putting the open part in the middle, in front. I made sure it laid flat against her neck and wasn't bunched up in any way before adding the heart lock and snapping it into place."Fuck, it is so good seeing you wear my collar." I lifted her chin so she could look me in the eyes. "I have never, nor I have ever wanted to collar a sub before. This is my first time. That should let you know how special you are to me."I placed a kiss on her forehead but really I did not to want to stop there. I really needed to not get distracted right now though. So instead, I stepped back to admire her neck with my hardware on it. I could fuck her again, right now. It was so fucking arousing knowing that if I walked her through
HoneyWhen Brandt began to explain the contract to me, I started becoming aroused. I was naked, my head on his thigh and his voice like warm, dark chocolate. I could almost feel his voice, it was so deep and dominant. I wanted to obey his every command. I was his submissive and had a choice, but I sometimes wondered what it would be like to be his slave. My choices taken away. Forced to do his bidding. I wonder what it would be like to hang from that wall, nude, exposed to so many eyes. Humiliated when everyone saw my Master pleasure me, watching me fall over the edge at his command.My pussy was throbbing and my nipples were stiff. I wish Master would fuck my throat right now. That's what I was thinking when he cuffed me, had me at his mercy. Then when he buckled me down to the bench? Oh. My. God. He pinched my nipples and I cried out, but now he was going to paddle my labia and I wasn't allowed to make a sound? How was that even possible?I heard him open the cabinet again. He showed
HoneyVariety is the spice of life. Where have I heard that before? Probably my mother. Thank God, I won't be running into her tonight. She usually goes out on Wednesday and Friday nights, presumably to this club. I want to make sure I am nowhere near the club when she is here. I had already discussed that with Brandt earlier. May my eyes fall out of my head if I ever see Moe and her doing what they were doing last time. I know Brandt wants me to use my words but I just can't with those two. Ugh. I have to force myself to think of something else before I remember what Moe's member looks like in my mother's mouth. Yikes. I thought about it anyway. Brandt said he wanted to make me forget that. I hope it's soon.Anyway, spice of life, yes. So I'm about to see a spicy show. Brandt didn't want me on display, so he actually had me wear a pair of jeans and a collarless v-neck shirt that showed off a bit of my cleavage and my new collar nicely. I think Brandt was actually feeling sorry for tak
BrandtMy new mantra. Find her, find her, find her. I searched everywhere. I drove up and down the roads and alleys around the club. This was after I realized that she wasn't hiding nearby. No, she was on the move. I had my security team search the whole block and the next one. Nothing. When I didn't find her, I drove towards her home. I called Moe and asked if she had reached out to them or if she had somehow gotten home. No and No. I knew he was worried but I just said that we had a small spat and she took off.I couldn't call her as she didn't have a phone when we went into the club. Another rule of mine, of course. So she's out there, somewhere, scared, alone and hurting. I know she was hurting. I saw the betrayal in her eyes. I found the collar on the sidewalk outside the club. I would have her by now if she hadn't gotten it off because I had a tracker put in it. I'd done it after the stalker came to the house. I wasn't going to take a chance with my Honey. I loved her.I fucking
HoneyI was exhausted. I just wanted to fall into bed but I need a shower first. I felt dirty from walking all that way. My legs and back hurt. And I was covered in mosquito bites. That's the real Florida after dark for you. Not only did my body hurt, my heart hurt. All I did was think during that long walk home. My mind was mostly on how inadequate I felt, on repeat. He used someone else for pleasure, after he had me. I gave him my first time and he shit on it. I gave him my second and third time, never imagining that I wasn't enough. He promised me, contract or no contract, that I would be the only one. It was the only thing I really asked of him. It's humiliating that there I was, on the club floor, my submission evident while he chatted with the girl he cheated with. Can I ever get that image out of my head?Sure, I believed him when he said that he didn't penetrate her, but that doesn't help much. In fact, it helps me not at all. I haven't even really started thinking about the je
Honey I never felt quite so vicious before. I never had any reason to, I guess. But there is that saying...Hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned. Such a cliche but so damn true in this instance. I'm waiting for Brandt to speak. Does he really love me? We will know shortly. I am taking him up on many of his offers, so let's see if he's a cheater and a liar. If he says no, then I know he's been full of shit this entire time. I have outlined the plan to him as follows:1. Cock and Ball Torture. (I will tie his dick to his balls and give him a 10 count.)2. Chastity device for men. For a specified amount of time. (I know about these thanks to my extensive BDSM research.)3. Brandt moves out of the club. (He finds a house.)4. He sticks to me like glue for the foreseeable future (As he fucking said he would.) If he adheres to these guidelines, then I will give him another chance. Awaiting his answer, my brain was busy. He's been pretty silent since I outlined what his punishment should
AnalieseKylie and I were having a great day. The sun was shining and the breeze off the ocean felt heavenly. It was our first day of hanging out since the incident. We went into so many shops, sometimes just browsing, other times we bought something. Then we stopped for lunch a little before noon. We came out with drinks and sandwiches prepared to sit at one of the little tables on the sidewalk in front of the shop.Kylie wanted to know what was going on with me and Oscar. I was wondering how much to tell her. I mean I wasn't ashamed, it was just new to talk about. How do I describe the se8x we have been having? And the kinks? Because Oscar had multiple. I knew she was a Brat and that Brody had a brat kink. How could he not, being attracted to Kylie all these years? But I didn't know all the details of their relationship and I didn't need to know. It was nice having a friend that was into the same things. It felt freeing in a way, even though I don't think I would tell her...everythi
OscarIt has been three weeks since Ana and Kylie were kidnapped. There had been no word about Edgar and everyone was breathing a sigh of relief. I had my doubts that he was gone for good, but what could I do? I was dropping Ana off to visit Kylie today. They were going to go downtown and frequent some of the shops there. Probably get lunch. Have a fun girls' day.I was going to head to the gym and try to settle my nerves. I need to get my mind off my girl and the danger she could still be in. I felt like my hands were tied and I didn't like it. How was I supposed to protect her from the unknown? My dominant nature was barely harnessed. I wanted to keep her locked up and safe with me at all times. Instead, I left her at Kylie's. Kissing her roughly, I said goodbye and whispered my love for her. I kept my worries to myself.Ana and I spent every moment we could together. I didn't get a full eight hours of sleep most days, but it was worth it. We sneaked off to my apartment on the days
AnalieseOscar brought me back home before he went to work. He grabbed a black shirt that he needed and went to go change in the bathroom across from my room. I would have liked to have followed him down the hall, but Mom was in the kitchen figuring out what she was going to make for dinner. Open the freezer, check the fridge, check the cabinets. She started pulling things out"Is Oscar going to eat dinner with us?" she asked as she got pots and pans out of the cabinets."If it can be done in about forty-five minutes. If not, he'll grab something at his parents' restaurant," I assumed."I think I can have it ready in about twenty minutes. Your dad is working late for a change. There is a big county commissioner's meeting that he has to attend."I perched on one of the stools to watch her work. If she needs my help, she'll let me know."What's the deal with the meeting?" My dad had to sit in on all large construction projects in the city and the surrounding county."Some big developer
OscarI wanted to flush out this jealousy that I feel. I want to pretend that I never turned her away. I like the fantasy that we have been together the last two years and she never fuc8ked anyone else. I was an idiot and I let it happen, but I've claimed her now. She's fuck8ing mine. I want to make-believe, for a little while, that I kept her in my bed that night. That we woke the next morning to make love and that the last two years never occurred.I took a leap and explained to her what I wanted to do. Ana looked at me curiously. She probably thought I was out of my mind, but I had thought about it so many times. The plan that night was that she was going to spend the night with Kylie. Originally at least, but it was near midnight when she asked me to take her to her home. I don't know how she explained it to her parents that she went home instead. That wasn't important to my fantasy. I wanted to imagine that she stayed with me and her parents thought she was with Kylie all along.
AnalieseI basked in the afterglow of our lovemaking. We were both still naked. Oscar was holding me closely, my back to his front. He stroked me lovingly, soothing what was once my tortured soul. So many milestones have happened in such a short time. We had finally declared our love for one another after the most spectacular se8x of my life. Why had we both been so stubborn? I regret not calling him after our one night together. I mean I did call him once, but he didn't answer or call me back. I could have kept trying, but it's hard when you know that someone is going out of their way to avoid you. It was humiliating, not to mention heartbreaking. Plus, I'm not one to beg, he had made his point quite clearly. Wait, wait, wait. Stop thinking! If I went down that road in my head, I'd get mad and have to forgive him all over again. I shook my head. Oscar didn't miss a thing."What are you thinking about, mi amor?" he asked quietly."I was thinking about the time we've wasted, but I don'
OscarI handled that badly, but Ana caught up quickly. She had already been looking at B D S M checklists? I had been hard before she said that. Just being around her kept my di8ck at a semi most of the time, but hearing her say those words brought my member to full attention. And the way she kept grinding on me, fu8ck, she was keeping me that way. She was a horny girl, and I was going to blow if I didn't get her off me right now."Stand up and take your shorts off," I growled.I wanted to see the rest of her little outfit. I wasn't sure how long I was going to hold off fu8cking her. I had the intention of just giving her more orgasms today, but fu8ck that. I had to be inside her. I couldn't wait any longer.Ana stood with my help. I had my hands on her hips and I wanted them to travel her entire body. I wanted to claim every inch of skin as my possession. I dropped one hand to my crotch and adjusted myself. Her eyes followed my action and I smirked at her and raised one eyebrow. Her
AnalieseOscar and I are headed to his apartment. He took me to the diner for breakfast where he told me he had talked to my dad about us yesterday at the very same booth. I wasn't shocked. Oscar wants to move forward and settling things with Dad is important. My dad has a long memory. Even though I never told him about my feelings for Oscar back in the day, I'm sure Mom did. They have a good communication system. I hope Oscar and I are the same as our relationship grows. Anyway, Oscar is doing what I asked and showing me by his actions that he's ready to move forward. Having me meet his parents and talking to my dad are huge steps. It makes me a little giddy.Another thing that contributes to my overall well-being, is that Oscar keeps touching me. Right now, he's just holding my hand, but at the diner he did too. The touches may seem innocent, but I know it's his way of staking his claim. Putting a hand on the small of my back or kissing me on the cheek. It's everything I'd never kno
OscarI saw Stern as I exited the parking lot. I thought about calling him and asking him what the fu8ck? But I decided against it. He was the only one that had raised the issue that we didn't know where Edgar was. I agreed with him actually, but I didn't say anything. Benson had given the all clear, and I wasn't in a position to argue. I was her boyfriend, but it wasn't my purview. Everyone was tense, and I literally saw the tension run out of Ana when her dad told her that Benson thought the threat was over.Unfortunately, I know what Gwen, Kylie's mom, had told her and Brody. Edgar never gave up. He always got revenge. No one thought that would apply to this situation. Mainly because the evidence had piled against Edgar. One thing we did know was that he had kept in touch with his lawyer. The consensus was that he had left the country to avoid prosecution. That didn't sit well with me. I probably would have stayed in the parking lot of the college myself if I didn't have a meeting
AnalieseI'm never alone. My dad and Oscar have scheduled the sh8it out of me. I started going back at school this week and I got my job back. I can't put my life on hold for a maybe or a 'what if'' scenario. There had been no sign of Edgar. Everyone seems to think that he's left town and probably the country. My boss at my job had not been able to replace me, so when I called in yesterday, to the dismay of my family and Oscar, he hired me back right on the spot. I start tonight. Now I'm in class and I have another class in a few minutes, then Oscar will pick me up.I can drive. I have a car. I'm not five years old. But everyone is treating me like Edgar's going to arrive off the street and grab me. Yeah, right. The sex-trafficking ring was disbanded. Why would Edgar go out of his way to grab me? It's unrealistic, but no one seems to realize that but me. Anyway, Oscar plans to drop me off at work and then my Dad will pick me up.One thing that is bothering me is that I won't get to sp