by Drew Sera
Back upstairs, I made my way over to the unattached sub area and noticed how they were eagerly trying to get into their poses. I stood in front of the seven of them and looked them over trying to decide which one of these girls would make my night.
I approached a blonde girl that I didn’t think would be much older than I was. I actually had a hard time finding women younger than me in the clubs.
“What’s your name?” I asked the cute little blonde.
“Heather, Sir.”
“How old are you, Heather?”
“Twenty-eight,” she replied.
Fuck. I’m a terrible guess at people’s ages. This girl was six years older than I was.
“What are your hard limits, Heather?”
“Wax play, Sir.”
“Not to worry, I wasn’t planning on an elaborate wax scene tonight. Any injuries or triggers that I should be aware of, Heather?”
“No, Sir.”
“Ok, good. So, I’d like to take you down to this amazing dungeon and flog you. And I might decide to fuck you.” Her cheeks grew red, and a smile appeared on her face. “If I decide to, is that something you’re comfortable with?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I have a hard limit...I have an old injury on my right side. You’re not to touch it or ask about it, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Follow me, Heather,” I said and turned on my heels and headed to the stone steps.
Heather padded softly behind me as I walked the length of the dungeon to one of the empty cell stations. I stopped at the entrance and made a gesture for her to walk in first. Wearing black panties only, Heather walked into the cell stall, stood to the side and waited for further instructions. I pointed to the St. Andrew’s cross and took my shirt off as she moved to the cross.
As I attached her wrists and ankles to the apparatus, I tried paying attention to see if she tried looking at my scar. Everyone has something they’re protective of or self-conscious over, and my scar was my weakness. Not only was it terrible to look at, but anytime someone looked at it, I flash back to that night I got it. And I’m sick to fucking death of doing that. And on top of it, the muscle and tissue around the scar hurt like a bitch from time to time. I tested each of the restraints to make sure nothing was too tight.
“Heather, what is your safe word?”
“Toast, Sir,” she said.
Toast. I acknowledged her safe word and walked behind her, running the backs of my knuckles down her spine. When my hand reached the top her butt, I flipped my hand over and cupped one of her ass cheeks before I squeezed them firmly in my hands. I began warming up her ass by firmly spanking each cheek a few times. When I could feel the heat radiating off her ass cheeks, I knew she was warmed up.
“Like spankings, Heather?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
I ran my hand over her firm ass, noticing how warm it was to the touch. I picked up the flogger and lightly began slapping each of her reddened cheeks. Heather slowly began becoming more vocal, and with each touch of the flogger, she moaned and tried arching her ass at me. I shut my eyes for a moment and savored the sound of a sub being satisfied.
Eventually, I dipped a finger between her legs and gathered her moisture. I stuck my finger in my mouth to sample Heather. Fuck, she tasted good. I sat on the floor between her legs that were still parted and bound to the cross. I barely had to crane my neck at all to lick her pussy. I drenched another finger with her pussy juice and pulled her butt cheeks apart. Slowly, I rimmed her ass hole and would determine by her reaction if my finger would invade the dark cavern.
“Oh, Sir,” Heather moaned and pushed her ass against my finger, clearly indicating that she welcomed it and liked it.
On purpose, I toyed and teased with her ass hole while my tongue went crazy in the moist folds of her pussy. My free hand gripped one of her ass cheeks, and occasionally I slapped it. The bare-handed slaps on her ass only intensified the sensations and caused her to moan out.
“Please, Sir,” she begged.
I love it when they beg. Knowing that they want something desperately that I can provide, makes me feel incredible. My face was soaked when she came, and my finger was buried deep in her ass. As she came down from her orgasm, I removed her ankles and then her wrists from the restraints and guided her to the metal table in the room.
I positioned her how I wanted, with her on her hands and knees so that her butt and pussy were close to the edge. I grabbed one of the condoms from the basket by the entrance to the dungeon stall, and as I walked back to where Heather was crouched on the table waiting for me, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard cock. I rolled the condom on, and before I entered her pussy, I gave her ass a hard slap.
“Sir, yes!” Heather moaned out.
I was pleased to hear that she was enjoying my cock, but now it was my turn. I pumped her pussy while I slapped her ass until I came.
“Fuck!” I grunted as my cum filled the condom.
I stared at her back and red ass while I continued to ooze. I preferred looking at the backs. Looking into eyes is where the trouble starts. When they look in your eyes, words and phrases have a tendency to slip out. Things like, “I love you.” And I didn’t want to hear a woman say that to me. Ever.
Quickly, I disposed of the condom, zipped up and helped Heather off the table. As I was walking out of the stall with her, she informed me of where the after care station was located. I was surprised they had an actual area for after care. I had planned on taking her back upstairs and just sitting with her for a while, but now I felt that I needed to take her to the designated area.
The after care area was beyond amazing. There were small private areas sectioned off and each had a love seat or padded bench. There were also some basic first aid supplies and a basket of granola bars and fruit.
I had a feeling Heather wanted to snuggle.
I don’t snuggle.
I encouraged her to lie down on the padded bench while I applied a soothing lotion to the areas I flogged, slapped and spanked. Heather grew more talkative as she began to come down from her orgasmic and post-orgasmic glow. I kept most of my answers minimal and non-committal.
Finally, we parted ways, and I went to the bar and got an ice cold Coke and a tall ice water with lemon. I continued to watch the members and take in the atmosphere as I sat there. I wanted to become a member of this club. I had the money but needed a referral or the mentoring program.
As I was leaving the club, I stopped in the lobby and filled out an interest card for the mentoring program. It appears they hold an annual selection of new inductees into the program each spring. So I had a few months.
Chapter Thirteen
March 1996
I had been taking advantage of my bank account slightly by hopping flights to Vegas Friday’s after class and spending the weekend. I found out that since I turned in an application for the mentoring program that I was permitted to visit Irons each weekend on an open-ended guest pass until selection time came around in the spring. And I was there every weekend.
I attended every class and seminar Irons hosted on the weekends and watched a lot of scenes that the Irons Masters and Mistresses took part in. I was learning a lot, but unlike in the Bay Area, I didn’t know anyone well enough to ask questions. I really wanted in the mentorship program.
My mysterious weekends away from home weren’t going unnoticed by my dad. He was trying to give me some space, though I know he was concerned. I didn’t know what to tell him but knew I couldn’t dare explain this to him. He let it go without saying much to me about it until he found out I wouldn’t be in town for my birthday.
“Anthony, what’s going on with you?” he asked as I was heading to the airport one Friday night.
“Nothing, Dad. I’m just socializing. Remember, you thought it was healthy to socialize.”
“In Vegas? You can’t socialize with people here?”
I didn’t know what to say. This was
very different, and he wouldn’t understand. He was all I had left, and I needed to keep this from him. He’d disown me if he knew and I don’t know if I could handle being hated by every parental figure in my life.
“What are your hard limits?” I asked the girl with straight jet black hair.
“Needles, knives, blood,” she replied.
I nodded and told the girl I wasn’t into any of that either. I warned her of my hard limit, so she understood up front.
“I have a scar on my side. You can’t touch it or ask about it.”
“I understand, Sir.”
“Do you have a particular scene in mind you’d like to participate in tonight?”
I always ask the girls, but usually, they tell me it’s my choice. Since I prefer the dungeon, that’s usually where I take them. This girl told me exactly what she wanted though. Since it was something different for me, I thought I’d give it a try.
“I want to be a naughty, bored housewife being taken advantage of by an appliance repairman,” she said.
I raised my eyebrows at her, and she added, “Sir.”
I nodded, and she informed me that Blake, the owner, had just recently changed out one of the rooms to a kitchen theme and she was eager to try it.
We headed upstairs, and she excitedly raced inside. I immediately spotted the table and knew I’d be able to get her face down on it. I preferred when they faced away from me while I fucked them.
She held a blue button shirt up at me playfully. I crossed the room and took the blue service repairman shirt and watched her put on a tiny apron. I got a weird feeling like I was playing house. She went over to the mock kitchen sink and gave me a distressed look.
“I don’t know what’s wrong; the water pressure isn’t as strong as it once was. Do you think you can fix it?”
I slowly walked toward the girl and pretend sink. I bent down and opened the mock cabinet as if I were looking for something. She began rubbing my arms.
“Oohh, you’re strong. Big arms and big hands.”
Being crouched down, I was at eye level with her waist. I lifted up the tiny apron and got an eye full of her bare pussy. I looked up at her and met her lust filled eyes.
“There’s nothing wrong with these pipes.” I stood up and looked down at her. I could see the sudden surprise in her eyes when she realized I turned the table on her little play house scene. “I think you just called me out, hoping you could get laid. Sound about right?”
Her cheeks were red and she explained in her ‘woe is me’ play voice that she hadn’t been laid in months and her only hope was a repairman.
“I’m not a typical repairman.”
I grabbed the dish towel hanging by the mock sink and whipped it against her ass. I guided her to the table and turned her around to face it. I bent her over the corner of the table to where her clit would be pressed against the rounded corner. The thin material of her tiny apron was the only thing separating her skin from the table.
Pulling her arms to rest behind her lower back, I bound her wrists with the dish towel. With her legs parted and resting on either side of the table, I crouched down to get a close up inspection of her pussy. I dragged a finger through her wet slit and put it in my mouth. Over the years, I had discovered that I loved going down on women and I made sure that I sampled every woman I scened with.
She moaned when I pushed my fingers into her inviting pussy. As I began to pump her pussy, I noticed how her clit moved against the corner of the table. It was driving her wild!
I pulled her ass cheeks apart and dragged some of her wetness to her puckered ass hole.
“Yes!” she cried out.
I pushed my finger deep into her ass and buried my face in her pussy. She moved around a lot on the table, and I think she was enjoying what I was doing on top of the hard edge of the table.
Now I was rock hard. I stood and reached over her to grab a condom from the basket that sat on the table. I also grabbed a lube packet and prepped my wrapped cock. With the leftover lube, I dripped it on her ass and massaged it in. Her moans grew louder. This girl was ready and needed it. I lined up my cock to her ass hole and pushed it in.
“Ahhh! Fuck, Sir! Oh, my god! You’re so thick!”
I couldn’t help but smile at her compliments as her tone changed while I fucked her ass. Burying myself deeper into her, I leaned over and gathered her hair in one hand and tugged it back with me as I stood.
“Oooh, yesss!” she moaned.
With my free hand, I held onto the towel that bound her wrists. Each time I firmly tugged on her hair, she growled out a moan. Her vocal excitement encouraged me on. I let go of her hair and the towel that held her wrists together and gripped her hips to keep her still. I pumped and pumped until I exploded and filled the condom.
“Fuck!” I yelled out.
My throbbing cock in her ass must have set her off, and she screamed out as the orgasm took over. When she finally stopped writhing, I withdrew from her ass, got rid of the condom and zipped my pants up. I helped the girl off the table, and she leaned against me, wrapping her arms around me. She leaned her head against my chest.
I wasn’t sure what to do with my arms. I wasn’t a hugger and preferred not to hug. I let my dad hug me, but that was it. It was just a personal thing for me to let someone that close to me and I wasn’t the kind of guy who went out hugging everyone I came into contact with...nor was I the kind to accept hugs from everyone.
I put my hands on her upper arms and took a step away from her. She stared up at me with misty eyes. Fuck, she seemed like an emotional type. I don’t do well with emotional girls, but I did what I needed to do to help them come down.
“Come on, let’s go down to the care stations,” I suggested.
She wrapped her arms around one of mine and nodded. I sighed as we left the house themed room. By the time we reached the care stations, I had realized this girl was in need of far more aside from that orgasm.
“Will you hold me, Sir?” she asked as she sat down on the cushioned bench.
Her eyes were still watery as she looked pleadingly at me. I just stared at her as my heart pounded. I didn’t want this girl to get attached, and I feared that holding her would give her a false idea of what was happening.
But fuck, the look in her eyes was killing me. I nodded and sat down beside her. I wrapped a blanket around her before I draped my arm around her shoulder. She snuggled up against me and leaned her head against my chest. Despite this being extremely uncomfortable for me, I knew that it was what she needed. And knowing that I was giving her something she needed, made this feel a little less painful for me.
After about thirty minutes, I began a small conversation with her.
“How are you feeling?”
“Ok. I really enjoyed our scene, Sir. Thank you for picking me.”
I nodded and said something that probably fed that false hope fire.
“You were fun to play with, and I haven’t had a scene like that before.”
She sat up and looked at me with a huge smile.
“Really, you liked it?”
I nodded.
“It was different for me. I usually play in the dungeon. I haven’t played in the theme rooms before.”
“You have a thick cock, Sir. I really enjoyed it up my ass.”
I chuckled and smiled.
“Well, I enjoyed fucking your ass.”
“Sir, anytime you’d like, you can take my ass. I’d love to be your preferred sub to scene with. I’m easy to get along with—”
Shit, this is what I didn’t want. I held my hand up and interrupted her.
“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m not looking for a permanent play partner. I’m still learning, and I’m not looking to take on a sub. I’m only looking for play.”
She said she understood and crossed the care station to put on a cotton robe before heading to the showers. I hoped she wasn’t too distraught. If I had gone after her though, it only would have
made it more awkward. I decided it wouldn’t be good if I went to take a shower while she was in there, so I pulled on my t-shirt and headed back upstairs.
At the bar, I ordered a Coke and tried to unwind some.
I was starting to get off on being needed. I recognized this at the Bay Area dungeons and clubs, but there it only happened here and there, depending upon who I scene with. I was noticing it each time I played in Irons.
The girl I scened with tonight made me feel incredible and terrible at the same time. I teased and toyed with her until she was begging me for release. The look in her eyes after I made her come was priceless, and I felt like I was walking on air being the man who gave her what she needed.
But I also felt bad for having to tell her that I wasn’t looking for anything more than play partners for scenes. She was a sweet girl...but not my type. I’m not sure I know my type exactly. I don’t think there is a girl out there that would ever be my type. And that was ok. I think I’m better off alone.
“Evening, Anthony,” Blake Eriksson, the owner, said as he sat down beside me.
“Hi,” I returned the greeting.
“I caught your scene upstairs. Clever use of the corner of that table to stimulate her clit. It was hot to watch,” Blake said.
“Thanks, I appreciate that.”
“Did you enjoy Playing with Rachel?” he asked.
“I did, but—”
“Little clingy?” Blake suggested as he finished my thoughts.
“Yeah. Nice, sweet girl and a killer body, but I’m not looking for a sub or even a permanent play partner. Which is what I told her,” I explained.
“Rachel is a bit needy. She tries running that game on the Tops and Doms she plays with. I’ve spoken to her a few times already.”
Blake finished his drink and then excused himself and left me to my Coke. After my Coke was gone, I called a cab from the lobby and waited outside for it.
On the ride back to my hotel, I briefly entertained the idea of possibly having a permanent play party or a sub. I knew that I wasn’t stable enough in my own skin to ever take on a sub in any facet beyond a temporary scene.