“Witnesses. Like we just were. Do you really think they would try to stop it?” He raised an eyebrow as they entered the main room.
“No, I don’t suppose they would. I need to know are you going to hurt me? Just answer me honestly.” She demanded his answer. This world had excited her when reading about it. It had excited her viewing the little bit of it she had. But the fear was causing her to much anxiety for her to comprehend anything she was seeing. She needed answers if she was going to allow anything further to continue.
“I will not. Nor would I ever. With that said, do you think she was hurting. You heard her yourself say she liked it. Your body responded to it. I can’t say that you won’t ever feel pain Taylor. In all reality, this is what this world is about. Some like to receive, some like to give. Whether it be pain or control. Both parties give to the other. But I can promise you this, I will never give you more than what you can handle.” His words were soft but she was aware that he was somewhat irritated.
“Please don’t do that to me.” It’s bad enough you’re gonna do it against my will, but for others to watch. I’d rather eat shit and die first.
“Taylor, it is going to be quite pleasant to punish you later. For you to think that I would want another laying his eyes on you like that is just plain stupid, mean, and arrogant. And I don’t touch you against you’re will Sweet, you’ll do good to remember that as well.” He turned his head away from her. “I’m going to get your refill now.” And he walked away.
She stared at his back as he stopped by the bar.
I didn’t mean to hurt you. I know you can hear me. Please don’t be mad at me. Wait a minute. You bring me here! This is the first I have ever witnessed such and you expect me to be all like ok spank me baby! I knew you were too good to be true. I’d like a double of American Honey with a lemon slice please and thank you, SIR!
She screamed at him with her thoughts. She watched his back straighten, tighten. She immediately was thankful for the distance between them. Then she came up with a plan, knowing full well he knew exactly what she would do. She would get drunk, puke, turn him off, then pass out. He wouldn’t be doing anything to her.
Jealousy and irritation swept over Taylor as she watched a woman walk up to Damien. She kept her head down as she spoke with him. She then turned facing Taylor, raising her head looking at her. Taylor wondered what the woman could possibly want from her as the woman began walking towards her.
“Hello! My name is Leah. I spoke with your Master and he has given me permission to speak with you. Is that ok?”
“I guess so. I’m Taylor.”
“Nice to meet you. I haven’t ever seen you here before. This your first time here?”
Oh my first time everything. Taylor blushed. “Yes.”
“I could tell.”
“How?”
“Your reaction to the scene. I remember my first scene. It was similar. I remember exactly how I felt. But I kept an open mind and let my body respond.”
“Does it hurt?”
“What the spankings with the paddle?” Taylor nodded. “God yes. The first few aren’t too bad. But after about three or four you want it to stop but at the same time you want it harder and faster. I know it’s difficult to understand until you experience it.”
“Why do they like to hurt us?”
“Oh you are new at this aren’t you. How can I put this in a way that you can understand.” Taylor watched as Leah struggled to find the right words. “The best way I know how to explain it is, they don’t do it for them. They do it for us. Sure they get pleasure from it, but not the pleasure we get I can assure you. I have been a Dom before. It was exciting and stimulating, but nothing like the rush I get off being a sub.”
“If you were a Dom, why are you a sub now?”
“Easy! Because the sub has all the power. The sub is the one that is in control. It isn’t about pleasuring someone else. It’s about receiving the pleasure that your Domme offers you. In return, I get great pleasure both for myself and in giving him what he wants which is to pleasure me. You might not understand why your Dom wants to do things new to you at first but if you allow yourself to enjoy it and push the thoughts of how wrong you think it should be back, it is exhilarating.
“Think of it this way. I run my own business. I make decisions all day long. I am in complete control of everything. I have to be in control. That is why I thought I was a Domme. But after a night of bad betting, I realized that I was only pretending to be a sub. I don’t want to make decisions when it comes to the bedroom. That is one part of my life that I can leave in the hands of someone else and I know without a doubt, it’s in good hands.”
“How do you know that? What if he hurts you?”
“He won’t. I trust him not to.”
“Your right I don’t understand. Enough about that though. My Master as you put it is coming back. But I need to know, did you have to ask his permission to speak to me?”
“Yep, it shows respect from one Dom to the next. Knowing that a sub is asking permission shows that she/he respects the Dom as well as their own Dom.”
“I see.” Taylor didn’t see. She was even more tangled now than she was before.
“I better get back. If you have any questions, let me know. I don’t mind helping out.”
“Thanks.”
Damien stood beside her now with irritation radiating off of his body. He stared at her while sliding the shot, lemon and drink in front of her. “Well!” Attitude noted.
“Well what? You forget I can’t read your mind.” Attitude returned.
“Take your shot. We don’t have long before the next scene.” He sat but he turned from her.
“You know, if you can’t even look at me or your just gonna keep giving the freaking cold shoulder, take me home.” She didn’t want to go home. She just didn’t know if she could live the world he apparently, was well educated in, but for him she was willing to try. It was the way that Leah had explained trusting her Domme. The fact was no matter how much Taylor had seen, how nervous she felt, she trusted him completely.
Taylor scorned herself. All of this was for her. He brought her here because deep down inside she had fantasized about being the girl in the book. About being strapped down. About suspension. About the forced orgasms that she didn’t see as a punishment as they had been used in the novel. He had planned all of this for her and she was being rude and hateful about it.
Turning back to her, Taylor could see his face had softened. She relaxed at the sight of his pearly whites again. “I do love it when you chew your own ass. That way, I don’t have to do it and you don’t get mad at me.”
“I wish I could hear you. Do you chew your ass out?”
“Honestly no.”
“Why not?”
“Later the anger we just had for each other will be a beneficial factor for us both.”
“Care to explain that one to me?”
“No. I can tell you. I could answer all your questions. But it is more of a feeling is believing not believing is understanding situation.”
“So will you tell me what these bracelets mean now?”
“Gold indicates that I am a Dom. White indicates that you are a sub.”
“Why do I have the white one? You never know. Maybe I want to paddle your ass.”
“You can be anything you want to right now emotionally but let me tell you. Dom isn’t what you are. You are my sub. I’m not going to argue with you about it. Again I know what you’re trying to pull. You’re so scared of what is to come, you’re trying to pick a damn fight so it don’t happen. I’m not buying into your game.”
“Sometimes you really piss me off.” Damn him for knowing everything. He was right. “Can you just explain this whole thing to me then? You’re right. One minute I’m kicking my own ass for upsetting you and then you say something like that and I’m ready to kick your ass.”
“Taylor are you purposely trying to piss me off.” His eyes deepened in color.
“No. But you don’t understand.”
“Yes I do. Remember, I understand everything about you. You don’t trust me enough do you?”
Taylor stared at his eyes for a moment. She did trust him. It was her body and mind she didn’t trust. She didn’t want to like what was happening. She didn’t want to be known as a freak who enjoyed pain. She only wanted to read about it. Dream about it. She didn’t want people to look down on her for living a BDSM life.
“Who said people will know?”
“These people here will know. Liz will know, I don’t keep secrets from her. I can’t keep secrets from her even if I wanted to.”
Damien laughed loudly. “Oh Sweet, I’m sure one day you and your sister will have quite the interesting conversation. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree Sweetheart. As far as the people here, they are here because this is their lifestyle to. Why would they look down on you for something they live by as well?”
What he had said made sense to her, other than the part about the apple. That she didn’t understand but as soon as she was home, she was sitting down with Liz for a serious conversation.
Hell with it she thought. Reaching out she grabbed her shot and downed it. Just as she reached for the lemon he spun the lemon placing it between his lips. About damn time! She slammed her mouth to his. Sucking the lemon briefly before dropping it to the table making room for what she wanted the most. His mouth, his entire mouth.
He pulled back not giving her nearly the time she wanted with his mouth. “Time to go Sweet.”
She let out a breath of disappointment. You are such a tease.
Chapter Twelve
Just as before they took seats in the front row. This time they were on the end of it instead of directly in front of the scene. It was a different room than before. A man stood in the middle of the room appearing to be nervous. He toyed anxiously with a small control looking device in his hand. Again, about only three feet from where she sat was a king size bed. The bed was covered with only a dark cerulean sheet. No headboard or footboard.
A recorder was set up near the bed and angled as if it was going to project onto the sheet. Taylor noted the large screen on the wall behind the bed. Positioned as if they were in a movie theater.
The man twiddled with the device again, taking visibly deep breaths. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. She couldn’t help but to think if maybe he was going to be the submissive. Or that this was his first scene. Whatever it was had him nervous.
Taylor chuckled quietly as her comical blessed mind, started comparing him to the lost little puppy that you see roaming up and down the streets at Christmas time. The puppy that you know was going to be taken in because one, Christmas, and two because he looked so pathetically misplaced.
“What’s wrong with him?” She questioned Damien because her curiosity wanted to know, if she was anywhere close to reading the misplaced puppy.
“Ask me after and I’ll explain. If I tell you now it will give it away. Besides, I have a feeling you are going to have multiple questions when this is over.” Sarcasm. Noted again. Jees, what is it with the male sex and sarcasm? Me Tarzan you Jane attitudes.
“Now that you have cleared that up, do you think you can cease your rambling mind for two seconds. It is very difficult to concentrate when I am trying to hold back my laughter.” When his lips brushed over her ear, she got the feeling it was done deliberately again and twitched in her seat.
When everyone had seated and no others entered, mystery man addressed the crowd.
“I want to thank each of you. At this time I have to respectfully ask you that you remain quiet. No talking. No moving about. No noise period. If you feel this may cause some disruption for you, then again I must respectfully ask you to leave at this time.” He looked around, giving a few minutes and the opportunity for anyone who wished to leave to do so. “Ok then. Let’s get started.”
Taylor found herself unexpectedly torn with emotions. She felt excited at just the thought of seeing another paddling scene yet disgusted, nauseous even with herself for feeling like that.
Am I sick and sadistic? And does that make me a Sadist?
Another man and woman entered the scene. Man number one fiddled with the buttons to the device he held and soft classical music began to play.
This woman was blindfolded by a black shiny mask. She smiled beautifully like she was full of excitement and anticipation. Completely nude. Not a stitch of clothing on her. Comfortable in her own skin.
She was beautifully built. Long curly red hair lay loosely over her fair skin. Full bright red lips complimented her well. Full breast but natural. Slender body but not skinny. Healthy. Curvy. Taylor noted a small pooch to her lower abdomen. A small scar just above the thin line of short pubic hair.
Cesarean? Taylor thought before she continued to assess. Long legs.
Holy shit I’m checking her out. Gross. I’m sick.
Both men with her were equally built as the man from the first scene. One’s complexion was lighter. Tall height with Taylor’s estimate at six feet or so. His hair a dark blonde, straight, reaching his shoulders in length. Goatee thinly trimmed. Full lips. A few hairs on his chest.
The second appeared to be Latino. Beautifully tanned complexion. Dark hair. Cut short but not military short. Large indigo eyes. Lean body. Not circumcised.
Ok. A threesome. This isn’t so different. A lot of people have threesomes. Hell, most porn’s have threesomes at one point or another. Right?
“Taylor, Sweet. Stop thinking and enjoy. You know, technically you are my Sub. I could punish you for having to repeat myself.” His lips grazed her ear as he whispered barely loud enough for her to hear him. Immediately she felt a flick to her clit with just the thought of getting paddled.
The screen in front of the crowd flashed on and Taylor could see an up close view of the bed. They wasted no time as their mouths started kissing over her body. As if she was made from vanilla ice cream. Each of them in perfect unison grabbed her nipples with their teeth. Pulling and stretching them. She moaned out smiling, biting her lower lip.
Next they led her to the bed. Laying her down. The blonde walked around to the head of the bed. He reached under her arms and pulled her to the center of the bed. He turned looking up at the screen and then pulled her to where he wanted her positioned. The screen was now a very up close and personal view of her drenched sex.
Taylor turned looking at Damien. Damien looked at her then nodded for her to pay attention to the scene.
The Latino positioned himself down between her legs. Gripping behind her knees he pushed them up. His fingers opened her sex wide revealing everything she was born with.
Taylor uncontrollably jerked when his tongue rapidly began to tease and lick her clit. She stared at the screen as it offered a better view. The blonde was the first to speak to her. “Do you like that baby?” His hand greedily pulled at her breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“God yes! Yes I do. Hmmm.” She replied. The blonde gripped her hands now as he commenced to watching the Latino. Then he moved her hands down to her sides laying them flat against the bed.
“Keep your hands where they are. Don’t move them.” He warned in hush tones. “Will you suck me while Greg tastes that sweet pussy of yours?” Taylor immediately knew the answer to his question. She knew without a doubt what the woman would say.
“With pleasure.” She opened her mouth for him, licking her lips spreading her saliva over them. Taylor understand the excitement she seen in the woman remembering the last time she had sucked Damien off. He tasted mouthwateringly divine.
The blonde leaned over her, bracing himself with his arm, he guided himself in her mouth. He began to move slowly. His eyes clenched shut as he picked up the pace. He was fucking her mouth. Suddenly he moaned out, “Swallow!” More of a demand then request and he butted his entire cock into her mouth and then slowly pulled out.
Repeatedly, over and over. Sh
e was beginning to buck against Greg as he continued to suck, nip and lick her clit briskly. He shoved two fingers inside her fast as far as they would go. He moved in and out of her roughly while his tongue continued to heighten her state of arousal. He pulled his fingers out and slid them down to the puckered entry below.
Knowing what he was about to do, Taylor felt herself pucker and tighten.
He rubbed over the rosy area before pushing back into her pussy then returning. Taylor realized he was using the woman’s juices for lube. He pushed one finger in slowly and pulled out, then in, then out. His rhythm increased. Her moaning grew louder and without pause.
He slowed guiding in the second finger now. He worked his fingers, imitating scissors. He closed them inserting them but then opening them when he pulled out. He paused at the widest point and turned his finger in circular motions.
Taylor swallowed hard when she realized he was preparing her for something larger.
She screamed out and clasped her legs tightly around Greg as her orgasm erupted from within. As it diminished she relaxed her legs letting them fall open again. He looked up at the blonde and smiled.
“She’s ready Phil. Aren’t you baby?” He snickered.
“Yes I am.” Not so much as an answer to his question but more of a as a matter of fact.
He rolled her to her side as he lay down behind her, again glancing up at the screen and positioning himself so that his massively large erection was in the center. Close enough Taylor could see the huge veins running from his meatus to the base of his shaft. He rolled her so that she was straddling him and guided himself inside her,,,, all the way in.
Phil moved behind her. He was on his knees.
She is going to take them both at one time! Taylor felt herself grow nervous and tremble with the thought.
Phil reached to the bedside table pulling out lube and generously applied it to his dick. It looked more like he was masturbating then lubing up. Then he took the tube and placed its opening to her rectum. He pushed in slightly and squeezed.
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