by Nora Stone
After I thanked Nancy and left the boutique, I found Campbell listening to a rock song in his vehicle. I wanted to ask him about our sex life but he seemed a bit moody.
The rest of the day, he was attentive, but I knew there was something on his mind. I finally asked him about it that night.
He confessed, “I’m into BDSM a little more than I let on today. In fact, I would love it if you would dominate me…tonight.”
I had figured that it was something like this. I told him that I would give it a try, but I didn’t really know the first thing about dominating anyone. He pointed out that I was the head nurse over a ward, that I bossed people around all day.
“That’s not the same, though.”
“Sure, it is. Just play boss over me. I felt your arousal when I was in that dressing room. Let’s see if dominating me arouses you too.”
I thought of slapping this thigh at the leather booth and asked, “When do we get started?”
He slid his shirt off and grabbed his overnight bag. Tossing it to the floor at my feet, he said, “There’s a pair of cuffs in there. Use them…Mistress.”
I barked a laugh but sobered quickly when he didn’t join in my amusement. I also found a few items that baffled me. We played around a little before I handcuffed him, spread-eagle and facedown, to my bed.
I quickly discovered that his arousal every time I hit him with the cat-o-nine whip fueled my own arousal. It also became obvious to both of us that I was no good at dominating. He even tried to piss me off. I pretended to be angry and got off a little on striking him pretty hard.
After I uncuffed his wrists and turned him over, I climbed on top and pushed his back down on the bed. Then, I cuffed him again and rode him like I’d never be able to fuck again. He thoroughly enjoyed that.
Once we’d finished, he told me, “I fibbed. We don’t have reservations at a restaurant. But, we do have reservations at a BDSM club. This time, I’ll dominate.”
My heart was pounding so hard that I was sure he could hear it. Even though I was irritated that he’d lied to me, my curiosity won out. Still, I practically spat at him, “Do not lie to me again.”
“I should have told you before you picked up the whip. Damn, Babes, you are sexy as shit when you’re pissed. Are you going to break our date now?”
I was too curious to break the date, so I shook my head. “I’m still in for that. You have to promise to stay close to me, though. There’s not going to be any swinger activity or anything like changing partners, right?”
“Right. I promise nothing will happen that you don’t want happening,” he assured me.
We curled up in the bed. I was still a little miffed that he’d lied to me about something that he could easily have just asked about. My trust issues became to bear it’s ugly head, What else could he be lying about?
Chapter 4
As Campbell left to check on his crew the next morning, I called Zoe to fill her in before my date with Campbell.
She urged me to drop him, claiming that I’d gotten too close too quickly and I was going to get hurt. I saw her point but told her, “We’re not exclusive, Zoe. There’s no harm in checking this place out.”
“I’ve seen how you can’t wipe that goofy smile off your face, Susan. I don’t want you to fall for him. You don’t know what you’re getting into here.”
“That’s the beauty of our relationship, Zoe. We both like…”
“See! You’re already talking about relationships. You’re falling for him, aren’t you?” She practically shrieked in my ear.
“No! We agreed early on that we don’t want that type of relationship. I mean, I care about him, but…”
“He lied to you, Susan. Drop his sorry lying ass.”
I thought Zoe was just pissed because I was always talking about him on lunch and coffee breaks. I growled right back at her, “It’s my life, Zoe. If I want to fuck him silly, I will.”
“Fine. But don’t you dare come bitching to me when he breaks your heart!”
She hung up before I had a chance to reply. I rolled my eyes and logged onto my computer before sending Campbell a text to ask what time this event was tonight. He texted back that he was needed at work and would pick me up around 6:30. I was to wear the leather combo. Now I knew why he’d taken me to that particular boutique.
Before he got to my place, I put on a little extra makeup. I was nervous about stepping out of my element, but also curious about this scene. I just hoped that I wouldn’t see anyone that I worked with there.
By the time Campbell came to pick me up, I was dancing with excitement. On the way there, which took over an hour, I grew more and more nervous.
“What if I want to stop, Campbell?”
“Don’t worry. There’ll be a safe word. Just say it and I’ll stop right away.”
“I’ve heard of safe words before. What is it?” I asked him.
“Usually I like something that can easily be said when gagged. I’ve brought a ball gag with a hole in the center so that it’s easier for you.” As if he suddenly thought I needed an explanation, he added, “It’s a word that you come up with. When called out, I stop doing whatever…”
“No, I know what a safe word is. Which word do you want to use?” I asked.
“Oh, that’s up to you,” he told me.
“I don’t know. What do people usually use?”
“Red is popular. I’ve heard people use the Orange too,” he told me.
“I’ll use Red. So, when you hear Red, stop whatever you’re doing.”
“I’ll pause and we’ll talk. Remember, I’ll be in charge of you, Susan. Pick a nickname.” His tone brooked no argument. I’d never heard him sound like that before.
“A nickname? Like what?”
“Whatever you want. Kind of like Babes. That doesn’t really sound right for a sub though. I don’t like it, so don’t use it.” With a shrug, he added, “I’ve always liked Kitten.”
I barked a laugh. He shot me a serious look and kept driving. Is he serious? Kitten? I thought about it but couldn’t think of anything else except Red. But that was my safe word. And my hair color.
“I guess Kitten is okay.” Truthfully, I didn’t exactly know how I felt about Kitten, but I didn’t want to think of another name. So, I was stuck with it.
Kitten and Red. Kitten and Red.
I kept repeating it like a mantra but my anxiety still grew. I’d always had anxiety in moments when I faced something totally unknown. Sometimes when the anxiety started, nothing stopped it. It nagged at me in the background. I did my best to push the anxiety away and plastered a smile on my face. Driving with one hand, Campbell reached over and lifted my hand to his mouth to kiss. He could be so charming.
When we finally arrived, he escorted me into the club. Loud music pumped in the air. I glanced at him and wondered how anyone could hear anything. He pulled me with him through one room where multiple people were fucking, openly enjoying each other.
My eyes widened until I saw what was in the next room. It almost stopped me in my tracks. A guy was spanking a woman with needles piercing her ass cheeks. I blinked several times and managed to stumble after Campbell.
Even though I was a nurse, the sight of some of this made me shiver. And not in a good way. I didn’t know if I was going to like it here. The anxiety rose up again. I gulped a few deep breaths and calmed myself down. The next room wasn’t as bad, but there were several closed doors and women were screaming in arousal.
I could hear the snap of a whip before begging groans of “no more, no more.” I didn’t know what the hell the man was doing to her and I didn’t want to know. Whipping was one thing. Gagging and bondage might be okay. Piercing me with sharp objects was a definite no-no. And chaining me with my arms above my head, or anything similar, was not necessary. I’d prefer to lie on a bed. I’m a nurse, so I can’t be sore for the next week.
I told him all of these things. He nodded, but the music was so loud that I wasn’t sure t
hat he’d heard me. He pulled me into a room and shut the door. There was a curtain drawn. I could hear another couple on the other side.
“Are you kidding me?” I asked.
“Listen,” he demanded.
A woman’s oohs and ahhs between begging made me a little horny, I admit. Still, I felt weird with a couple fucking so close to us.
He grinned. “You’ll get used to it.”
He kissed me and I forgot all about the damn curtain and other people. Pinned to the wall, he raised my hands about my head. I heard a metallic click but wanted his lips to keep doing whatever he wanted to do.
The click was the last thing on my radar. There were sharp snaps and moans of pleasure erupting around us. I quickly realized that the background cacophony fueled my arousal. When I tried to pull my hands down and thrust them into his hair, I realized he’d cuffed me.
He broke the kiss and immediately shoved a ball-gag with a hole in the center into my mouth. I tried my new safe word out, “Red.”
I could say it easily enough. I heard him say, “Don’t do that. You’ll make me think I need to stop.”
He removed the gag but kept it close by. The music was muted, but still pretty damn loud. We were very close to each other, just finishing a kiss, so I could hear him okay right now. His stubble dragged down my neck and he became my entire world.
He suddenly spun me around and swept my hair off my neck. A slow slide of his chin across my neck made my whole body shiver. His hands reached around and untied the silk bows on the front of the leather and lace jacket. Then, he unsnapped the bustier. I wore the creamy satin and lace creation underneath. He pulled the jacket off me and dragged his chin over my back.
I moaned loudly. I figured the music would cover my moan, so why not? I could hear the other couples, though, so apparently they could hear me. Of course, at the time this didn’t occur to me. I was too busy enjoying his stubble raking over my skin.
I wasn’t too ticklish, but when his lips and tongue ran along the top of my bustier, I jerked and giggled. Both snaps were torn open at the crotch.
I gasped and said, “Oh shit.”
The arousal was so fucking intense that I was soaking wet. Next, my bustier was jerked downward to expose my breasts. Then, he slid fingers over my clit, smearing slickness over the little pearl.
I spread my legs and moaned, “Oh, God.”
His fingers slowly slid into me at the same time that he said, “For tonight, I am your only god. Now, call me Master.”
“Maaster!” I wailed.
His fingers fucked me until I couldn’t think straight while he rubbed the fuzzy side of the paddle against my ass cheeks. I tried to keep my legs under me as he growled, “I don’t hear you, Kitten.”
I shrieked it again when he turned the paddle over and slapped my ass with the studded side. I heard a responding moan through the curtain from a woman next door. Then, I heard the snap of a whip directly before the pain lashed across my ass.
“Louder, Kitten,” Campbell growled from behind me.
At least I think it was Campbell. The woman shrieked at the same time. I screamed, “Master!”
A lull in the music allowed me to hear a female voice behind me purr Campbell’s name before a tinkling of laughter. The wall was in front of me, though, so I couldn’t see anything but flashing multiple colors over white paint. The thump of hard rock mixed to a skrillex beat tore through the air. The tingle of goose bumps clawed down my arms and legs.
I waited for the next lash of the whip.
He suddenly turned me to face him, causing me momentary dizziness and disorientation. Whatever was holding my wrists gave a sharp tug before I was falling. He caught me and lowered me down. I felt the ground on my knees and muttered his name. He thrust his face into mine before it disappeared again.
Hot breath flooded my earlobe. “I’m going to put a bondage mask on you. The mouth will be unzipped. Open up and please your Master.”
Before I could respond, my view of the doorway was momentarily shut off. The strong smell of leather assaulted my senses. An unfamiliar and completely jarring sensation overcame me for a second.
Campbell tugged the leather mask this way and that until I could see and breath through my mouth. Anxiety, sharp and bitter, threatened to overwhelm me.
I didn’t like enclosed places. The mask was making me hyperventilate. I tried to take slow breaths, but the smell of leather was messing with me. It was a constant reminder that I wore a mask. A mask that, at any moment, could shut off all my senses.
I should have told Campbell, but I’d had no idea he was going to use something like this. When he’d said bondage, I’d been thinking fuzzy handcuffs.
What have I gotten myself into!?
My mind suddenly zoned into the music. The distraction was exactly what I needed. Another loud rock sound about twisted love blasted through the air. I focused on trying to understand the lyrics.
Arousal still vibrated in the background, especially when Campbell’s cock came into view. Long, thick, and standing proud, it bobbled in front of my face for a second as if in a teasing dance. Fingers closed around the base. Still focusing on the lyrics, I opened my mouth. He slid his cock across my cheek, leaving a smear of precum.
I stuck my tongue out and he slid the smooth shaft over it. My whole body jerked on a shiver. My hands were balanced on my head, but my wrists were still in cuffs.
He grabbed my chin and thrust his cock into my mouth, then slid his fingers into my hair to grab a fistful. I forgot all about where we were for a moment until I started feeling claustrophobic.
In my moment of panic, I bit down on his cock. Campbell’s hand tightened in my hair before my head was pulled away from him. He lowered himself again until his face hovered in front of mine.
“Red! I can’t breathe.”
He quickly pulled the leather mask off and asked, “Better?”
I nodded, thinking he was going to stand again and continue. Instead, a ball gag dangled in front of my face. He said, “Don’t worry. You can still say the safe word.”
I wanted to taste him, savor his aroma on my tongue, but he shoved the ball gag into my mouth and clasped the back. His cock dragged across my cheek in a slow tease. My head fell back and I whimpered, but it sounded odd with the gag in my mouth.
He raised me to a standing position and unhooked my wrists. “I’m going to put you in a hanging leather chair.”
The contraption strapped around my ankles, wrists, and waist which left me hanging. Campbell turned me and raised me in the air so that breasts were lined up for him to tease any way he wanted.
He squeezed them together and thrust his cock into my cleavage. A thumb skated over each nipple. My pussy clenched in response.
I moaned and arched my back, needing more of the blissful sensation. With my eyes closed, my mind floated in a hazy bubble of wantonness until the sting of the paddle to a nipple made me jerk.
My eyes popped open. The fuzzy side of the paddle to my nipples teased a moan out of me. He flipped it and hit the other nipple before stroking my body into a twist. I wanted to break free of my bindings and attack him. I’d never felt so horny, desperate, and vulnerable in my whole life.
It was a heady mixture.
Just when I thought I’d surely pass out from the bliss, he flipped my body over so I was looking at the wall. The paddle came down sharply on my ass.
Fingers explored my pussy, spreading me open so they could enter me and thump pleasure along my G-spots. I whimpered at the wall. I was about to climax when the fingers suddenly left me desperate and wanting.
I watched the colors of the strobe light flit over the white wall while making little mewling noises. I didn’t even realize I was making any noise until the music stopped and I heard a little bit of raw desperation in the air.
At first, I thought it was our neighbor, until I made the noise again. Campbell’s finger thrust into me and marked a beat on my G-spots. My pussy tightened around him.
He withdrew, sliding his fingers over my clit before they pistoned into me again. Over and over, he fucked me like this until I was hiking my pussy into his hand and trying to beg him.
I felt hot breath on my ear and heard him say something but couldn’t make it out. The music was just too loud. I’d always fantasized about a man commanding me to cum and me responding. Of course, that fantasy roared to life right then.
I jerked when the orgasm thundered over me, so strong that I shrieked really loudly. His hand disappeared immediately. I heard his voice loud and clear this time.
“I told you not to cum, Kitten.”
I heard the curtain next to me rustle, but couldn’t see in that direction. For a second, I thought he’d left, until the paddle smacked my pussy. Something long and smooth slid across my slit. I thought it was a toy of some sort. It wasn’t warm like Campbell’s cock.
A whip snapped above my body, making me jerk in the swing. The music stopped for a second and I heard the woman say Campbell’s name again. This time tinkling laughter sounded with it. Another strike on my ass. This time with a whip.
Anxiety flared again. Something didn’t feel right. I tried to shriek, “Red!”
A wall of rock music drowned me out. His open palm struck my ass, which made me turn a little. I craned my neck to look around. Some guy I’d never seen in my life was behind me. He was holding a whip with a huge smile on his face.
His fingers slid up and down his cock while he looked straight at me. I tried to say, “Where’s Campbell?”
Between the ball gag and the loud music, it was impossible for this guy to understand or hear me.
Where the hell is Campbell? Oh, shit! Don’t freak out. Breathe…one, two, three…FUCK! Campbell, you piece of shit! Where are you!?
I was caught in a full-blown panic attack now. I heard myself shrieking, “RED!” as the colors on the wall pulsed and swirled. The darkness one minute, the vibrant colors the next, and I was way too hot. Pressure built in my chest. I was hyperventilating and my brain was on fire with the need to get down. To leave. To get help. It was all too much.