My amazing new husband wasn’t around and I was bored. I knew his business was important to him, and I wanted to do anything I could to support him, but there were a lot of idle hours while he was working. It just wasn’t something I was used to.
I heard footsteps coming down the hallway and sat up straighter, grinning. There was only one person it could be, and when my husband came in, I couldn’t help but melt inside, my whole body yearning for him.
How was he so gorgeous? So utterly perfect? Even after close to a month of marriage, I still wanted him all the time.
“David,” I murmured. While my eyes scanned hungrily down his body, I noticed he carried a bag. “Is it another present for me?”
He liked buying me presents. Not really a terrible problem for me to have, but I didn’t want him to think he had to or anything. They were all thoughtful and sometimes extravagant, but all things I genuinely loved.
“In a way,” he murmured, and his eyes were alight with something like mischief, but also arousal. He looked somehow like an animal on the hunt—a predator— his eyes fixed on me as though he might just devour me.
It was incredibly hot and I shifted in bed, feeling myself getting slick between my thighs. It took so little for him to get me going, it really wasn’t even fair. I’d gone my whole life, right up until I had met him, without feeling this overpowering, overwhelming desire.
Slowly, he pulled something out of his bag. I squinted at it, trying to see what it was. Definitely black and leather, but beyond that …
He held it up and I saw it fully then. It was a corset. It was followed up by a pair of fishnet stockings, and then he handed me a box with sexy, black stiletto heels inside.
“What?” I asked somewhat stupidly. I was fairly certain I had never seen those sorts of things in real life, but I wasn’t naive enough not to know what they were. I shifted and my thighs slid over each other, already slick with desire.
He smirked, and at first he didn’t answer me. At least not with words. Instead, he reached into his bag of tricks and pulled out what was unmistakably a leather collar, black like the corset, and a chain leash to attach to it.
I stared, trying to figure out why my breathing was suddenly so fast. It didn’t feel like nerves or fear. It felt like lust—even more powerful than what I’d felt with him before, which was saying something,
“David?” I asked, and I couldn’t raise my eyes away from the silvery chain in his hands. It called to me. I was inexplicably drawn to it, and before I knew it, I was actually moving over the bed to get closer to it. To get closer to him.
“I have a secret,” David announced, with this little grin on his face. “I’m a member of a club.”
I waited. Surely the secret wasn’t something so …unsurprising. Of course he was a member of a club. He had grown up wealthy. He was probably a member of many more clubs than I could even conceive of.
“A very exclusive, private club,” he continued. “Kaye, I couldn’t tell you about this before we were married. I didn’t feel safe revealing it. But now you’re my wife, and I want you to share in everything I do.”
Well, it sounded good to me. I forced my eyes from the chain and collar and up to him as he laid the black corset and stockings on the bed. His eyes were focused on his task, and I took a second to just admire him.
My gorgeous husband, who was maybe just a little bit nervous in that moment. Well, so was I, but I didn’t want him to think he had anything to fear from me. I was becoming more and more certain of one simple fact. There was not a thing on the planet that he could do that would make me fall out of love with him.
“You’re safe now,” I assured him. “Tell me.”
“You can probably guess by the clothes,” he gestured to them. “But I’m into BDSM. Remember how I said I want to share everything with you? Well, this too.”
I took a deep breath, struggling with some pretty significant conflicting emotions. On the one hand, this was all so incredibly new to me and it was a bit overwhelming to look at those clothes, obviously hand picked for me. On the other, it was exciting. Deeply exciting.
What did he want from me? It was a good question, and one that I found myself fairly eager to find out the answer to. Whatever he wanted, he could have. I couldn’t think of much I would deny him.
“Share it with me?” I wondered if he wanted to get a little bit kinky in the bedroom. Maybe tie me up. It wasn’t the sort of thing I had ever done before, of course, but I would be willing to try.
“I want you to put on the clothes,” he said, and he somehow seemed to stand up taller and straighter. His voice deepened and became more dominant somehow. It sent little tingles of apprehension and lust through my body. I was way out of my depth and I knew it.
“And then we’re going out to that club I mentioned.” When he continued, there was no hint of hesitation in his voice. He wasn’t asking me, he was telling me, and his high handedness made me whimper softly to myself, hopefully too quietly for him to hear.
A man who would take control. It wasn’t something I’d thought I would want, but I couldn’t deny that I loved it. I could swear I had never been this aroused in my entire life.
“What are we going to do there?” I asked, accepting all of this without question. We were going because I would go up into the sky and bring David the moon if I could. If he wanted it, I would at least put in a good effort.
“This time, I just want you to watch,” David murmured, and he reached out, pulling me to my feet, and started undressing me. I was more than eager for it, and I put up no resistance as he stripped off the comfortable pajamas I had been wearing. “I want to watch it with you.”
I nodded slowly. There couldn’t be any harm in watching, right? Maybe the whole thing would weird me out, but I figured I could handle just about anything for one night.
“Okay,” I agreed. He pushed the corset into my hands, along with a black thong that I hadn’t noticed until then. I pulled the underwear on, blushing when I realized just how little it covered.
“Brent’s going to be there too,” he commented casually. “We’re going to watch it with him.”
Wait, what?
Now Brent was involved? I barely knew the guy, even if he did seem very nice. So Brent was into this whole kinky thing too, was he? I shook my head. I’d had no idea about either of them. None at all.
“Okay,” I murmured, just a little bit more slowly. Hesitantly. I didn’t mind sharing something like this with my husband, at least to try it out, but to share it with a relative stranger?
“We’re just going to be watching other people playing out BDSM scenes,” he assured me. “No one will touch you.” It was a relief, but it didn’t last too long. He didn’t stop talking, but continued on, and what he said made me more than a little bit nervous. “Not this time, anyway.”
I took a deep breath, looking at him uncertainly. As we stood there, he took the corset, slipping it on around my body. It was tiny, barely covering me, and didn’t even have straps to hold it on. It simply clung to me, stiff and rigid, and forced my breasts up like they were being displayed.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked, looking at my husband. I trusted him, I reminded myself, but I couldn’t help but think about how we had really not known each other for very long.
I had assumed certain things about this marriage, but maybe I was wrong.
“Later on, I’d want us all to play out a scene. The two of us—Brent and I—on you.”
The words, once they were out, didn’t sound as terrible as I would have expected. Once they were all out there in black and white, I found the whole idea to be exciting, even if deeply shocking to someone as inexperienced as I was.
He pushed me by the shoulders, and I sat down on the bed, letting him do what he wanted with my body. But all he did was put my new shoes on—black pumps with a heel far higher than I usually would have worn.
“Come, look at yourself in the mirror,” he coaxed and took both of my
hands to bring me to the shiny, reflective, silver surface. I went, feeling a bit strange, and the feeling increased when I saw how I looked.
“Oh my God,” I whispered. The woman reflected back at me was beautiful, with a tiny waist, long, long legs, and breasts big enough to make any man drool. My hair fell loose over my shoulders and down my back.
I looked gorgeous. Delicate. Sexy. All the things I wasn’t used to.
“Just come watch,” he murmured, his hand resting possessively on the curve of my slender waist. The smell of leather was all around us, especially as my body heat warmed up the corset. I felt dizzy, my cunt throbbing and wet. “And we’ll go from there.”
He wanted this so badly, and so did I. Even if I hadn’t been feeling this sense of anticipation, I figured I would’ve tried it anyway, for him. I wanted him to be happy. I wanted it more than anything else in the world.
So I nodded and watched as the young woman in the mirror nodded too. She gave me a secret little smile, and I knew I’d made the right call.
What exactly a BDSM scene would look like, I had no idea, but I was definitely willing to find out.
David
The Dungeon of Decorum was a little hidden gem on the outskirts of Portland. What looked like a small shack above ground was really an underground lair of sexual activity—along with some other fun things—that did a lot for the male ego.
I hadn’t been lying to Kaye about my interest in BDSM. I had been a member of this club ever since I was old enough to sign up and most of the men I worked with were the same way. It was a club that catered to exclusive tastes and the people who came here got what they wanted.
Whatever they wanted. As long as it was all safe and consensual, of course. No one would get seriously injured here.
I hadn’t been highly involved in the scene—just enough to know it interested me—but my whole life had been focused on getting my business up and running. I hadn’t exactly had a lot of time to pursue this interest.
On the other hand, it had made perfect sense when Brent had suggested using the club in order to get to Kaye— and in order to get her to start seeing him as a more sexual person. I knew Brent was far more into this lifestyle than I’d ever been and his dominant side should impress her.
The club was not open to the public. There were no signs. If you didn’t know what it was, you weren’t supposed to be there, and I had always liked the privacy when I did play.
Brent was already there, waiting just outside the entrance. He grinned at me in greeting, and I returned the expression with a nod. It felt so wrong, suddenly, being friends with the man who was after my wife.
But it was the about the plan, damn it. Why did I have such a hard time keeping it in mind sometimes?
We were all very quiet, especially Kaye. Brent didn’t seem nervous at all, but even if he had been, he wouldn’t have shown it.
I was. I would admit it, though only to myself. I was nervous because I thought I just might be pushing her too far, too fast. Kaye had obviously never done anything like this before, and I thought there was a chance, however slight …
I shook my head. I wasn’t going to lose her, at least not until I was ready. She was utterly devoted to me. And when she took off the coat that had hidden her gorgeous, corset-clad self, I knew she would be someone people paid attention to. No one would be so crass as to stare, at least not blatantly, but she would be desired.
And she was mine. All mine.
“Damn,” Brent whispered beside me. Luckily, Kaye didn’t notice. She seemed somewhat lost in her own thoughts. Still, the fact was she was there and it touched me. She was here for me, and I knew it. She never would have come here if not for me wanting her to.
She was interested, though. I could swear it. When I’d dressed her in the outfit she now wore, she had been aroused. I could pretty much smell it on her, and even though this was—as I constantly told myself—all just for the plan, I had to think it would also be a lot of fun.
I shot Brent a bit of a look, but he didn’t seem to notice. He was too busy looking at Kaye—at the way her gorgeous body was displayed. Maybe it wouldn’t have bothered me so much, but I knew Brent was going to possess her body some day. He was going to make Kaye fall for him, and I thought he could do it.
“Keep it in your pants,” I whispered back, just slightly irritated. I could try to tell myself—and I did—that my objection was just to keep him from flying off the handle and pushing too fast, but part of me knew better.
I put my arm around my wife’s waist and stopped her just outside the door. In my hand, I held the collar and the leash, which I had shown her earlier. I hadn’t made her wear it right away, but I wanted her to remember it.
“If you like what we see, I’ll put this on you,” I whispered, and I could swear I saw a flicker of interest in her brilliant green eyes.
She nodded slowly, then actually shot me a spirited wink.
“We’ll see,” she murmured, and I smirked. She hadn’t said no. She very definitely hadn’t.
Kaye was sweet, but she knew her own mind. If she absolutely didn’t want any of this, she never would have come at all. Something about this, at the very least, intrigued her.
Together, the three of us went inside. I stayed close to Kaye to watch her reaction, even the slightest ones she gave. She seemed fairly passive and calm—I was getting good at reading her.
The room was lit, but only with low light. Everything could be seen, but there was an aura of mystery to the place that suited it.
There wasn’t a lot in the way of actual equipment—not in the first room. There was a spanking bench, padded and comfortable, various restraints, and a table of basic implements like floggers, but not much more. It was just there to show people what was available in the private rooms. This was the room where newcomers were made comfortable—newcomers such as Kaye. It was the most public room, meant to give people a taste of what they could be getting into, hopefully without freaking them out.
As Kaye, Brent, and I quietly took our places in the comfortable seats set around the perimeter of the room, none of us said so much as a word. I made sure Kaye sat beside Brent, but beside me, too, so she was between us.
Maybe Brent was a talented Dom, but I knew Kaye, and I knew she would be far more comfortable if she was close to her new husband. She rested her hand on my leg and I could feel her fingers trembling just a little.
Trembling with arousal or fear? Both, I thought, and I placed my hand on her slender one, comforting her. It seemed to work and she got brave enough to look into the center of the room.
There, a pretty woman (though not as pretty as Kaye) was being tied to the spanking bench. Her knees were on the lower platform and her breasts, which were bare, were pressed against the upper level. Her ankles were tied to the corners, then her wrists, and she squirmed.
It was obvious, though, that she was moving not to get away, but because she was so aroused she couldn’t hold her movements back. Everything about her screamed of arousal, from the arch of her back to the way she pressed her ass back, as though begging for someone to hit her.
The Dom was a man I didn’t recognize, but who seemed pretty typical of the place—a rich businessman of some sort. He approached her fully clothed, whereas she was almost naked. Only a pair of bright red underpants shielded her modesty, and I heard Kaye gasp beside me at the wanton sight.
My cock twitched in my pants, but not for the young sub on the stage. No, it was all for the woman beside me—my wife—who was so hot with arousal that I could actually feel her burning beside me. Her hand gripped my leg, squeezing it tightly.
In the middle of the room, the Dom picked up a flogger—a relatively light, gentle one—meant to work his sub up for the more intense play to come.
“Remember your safe word,” the man murmured, but loud enough for all of us to hear. I felt Kaye turn to look at me, but I just placed a finger to my lips. If we went further, and I fully intended to make it happen, I would e
xplain then.
“I remember, master,” the sub murmured, her voice low and slightly hoarse with desire. “Please hit me. I’ve been such a bad girl.”
She looked around, and I could see, even from a couple of feet away, that she was excited. Her eyes shone and she was definitely an exhibitionist. She was obviously feeding off of the attention of the small crowd.
Her Dom didn’t make her wait. He smirked and then he started to hit her. Just lightly, at first, but soon enough a flush of red broke out over her tight, round little ass.
She hissed and arched toward the sensation, and the temperature in the room actually seemed to raise a little. Yes, she was showing off for the crowd, but this was also an incredibly intimate thing for the two of them to be doing.
They were linked in a very intimate way, and I stared, fascinated. I wanted it. I wanted the same relationship these two clearly had.
“Please,” she was soon begging, turning her plaintive gaze toward her Dom. “Please, master.”
“You know you have to ask for what you want more clearly,” he chastised, his hand rubbing over the abused skin of her ass. “You know what I want, slave. Beg for me.”
When I pulled my gaze away from the scene in front of us, I saw Kaye staring, utterly rapt. I couldn’t be positive, but I was fairly sure the look on her face wasn’t disgust or revulsion.
She seemed completely fascinated. I caught Brent’s eye, and he smirked and nodded at me. Yes, my little saint of a wife was not as sweet and innocent as she might have thought. Her tastes weren’t quite as pure when a little digging was done.
“Master! Please, fuck me,” the girl begged, and I turned my attention back to them. The man slapped his partner’s ass once more, the sound of it echoing through the room and making my cock twitch.
I wanted to do the same things, but to Kaye.
Right in front of us, the Dom pushed inside his slave, and she—bound as she was—could only be still and enjoy it. She loved it, if her cries of pleasure were any indication at all.
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