They never would have known... [Sukada & Secretwriter]
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				Title: <strong>They never would have known... [Sukada &amp; Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sukada</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 02:10:05</strong>
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				Mike (http://www.comicbookmovie.com/images/users/uploads/9723/Gerard_Butler.jpg) grinned as he pulled his car into the parking lot and stepped out, he looked up at the building, a slight tilt to his head as he studied it while straightening his silk dress shirt and straight black dress pants. It was large, that was for sure, and secluded, to get to it you had to travel a quarter of a mile into the woods and present an invitation card at the gate. Reaching into his car he pulled out said card, it was just a normal sized business card, all black with silver raised letters that said, 'B.D.S.M.' on the front, and on the back 'Monsieur and Mademoiselles Claion invite you join us...' That was it, no further details, just an address and time it opened. From what he heard at the other clubs he often frequented these two were the cream of the crop when it came to the BDSM world, and to be invited to the opening of a new club meant that you had potential in on whichever side of the line you fell on. As he approached the building he carried himself tall and proud, he was a powerful and large man at 6'3, and it was obvious to anyone that looked that he was anything but sub.<br><br>There were three entrances marked on the front, one for Doms, one for Subs, and another for couples. In this last line he could see both Dom/mes, with their respective partners walking behind them, or a few even on leashed crawling. At such an open and accepted view already, he knew this place might be just what he was looking for. As the line moved and he entered he handed his coat to a woman standing at the entrance, head down and naked save for a collar around her neck and a set of hoop nipple piercings connected by a chain and leash being held by a bouncer next to her, who was grinning and tugging on the leash harshly whenever she started to slack in her job. Just above her head as she hung up the coats and handed him a retrieval ticket was a sign that read, "My name is Slut, please feel free to touch my aching breasts and wet pussy." The site of it already had him turned on, and if the Doms were being treated to this entrance show, he could only wonder what the subs were experiencing. <br><br>After being handed a leash and instructed that all Doms who come in alone were given the leash, and subs a collar with a tag reading 'Sub', 'Slut', or 'Fuck me', depending on what they were looking for. 'Subs' were there to enjoy themselves, unbound to anyone and free to turn down any Dom/me that approached them. 'Sluts' were required to please at least 5 Dom/mes during their stay in whatever way they were comfortable with. Those with the tag 'Fuck me' were required upon command to please any Dom/me that decided to use them in whatever way the Dom/me saw fit, unless it conflicted with their limits card, which they were required to fill out and show to anyone demanding there service. If they refused to cooperate with something that wasn't listed as a limit, they could be reported to club bouncers and asked to leave the club and not return again. Apparently though there were already a good number in the club with the fuck me tag, both males and females, and they were doing well.<br><br>After signing a waver he passed into the club and stopped for a moment looking around. The room was surprisingly well lit, decorated in blacks and blues, with side alcoves of all different colors with a stage in them, each color representing something different depending on what activity was taking place on the stage. When he spotted a brown alcove with a curtain pulled over the entrance he could only picture what was happening in there, and planned to stay far away from that one. It was just another sign though of how open this place was to all aspects of the Bdsm community. Along the back he could see door with couples coming and going, sometimes groups, usually a Dom and sub, or occasionally a group of Doms and a few subs and grinned, wondering if he'd find anyone tonight interested in a private session with him.<br><br>Deciding to start off slow he worked his way across the dance floor, stopping occasionally when he came across a female 'Fuck me,' to feel her up, maybe spank her ass or breast if she looked like she really deserved it. Finally he made his way through the crowd to the bar and waved over one of the bartenders, this one another naked female sub with a similar sign to the one by the door, only this time it was hung around her neck and offered her to anyone who wanted a go. Deciding to pass up the opportunity he ordered a screwdriver and turned around, surveying the room as he took his drink from the girl. He wasn't exactly looking for anyone in particular, heck, he wasn't didn't even care if he met up with a Sub tonight, he was mostly here to check the place out, but if something promising came his way, he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: They never would have known... [Sukada &amp; Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 03:40:09</strong>
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				Betta (http://showceleb.com/tgp/1_Elisabetta_Canalis/elisabetta_canalis_nude_01.jpg) sighed as she watched those that had no pride in themselves take the 'Fuck Me' collars.&nbsp; The 'Slut' collars she didn't mind so much as they had more control over things.&nbsp; One or two nights in the past she'd been tempted to take the 'Fuck Me' collar but she had always resisted.&nbsp; Her previous Master had forced her into a 'Fuck Me' collar once for his amusement and she'd not really had a choice in the matter.&nbsp; That had been a long time go and when Monsieur and Mademoiselles Claion had found out what he was doing and he hadn't been welcomed back into their establishment and she'd been put into immediate after care.&nbsp; She had heard that a few of the participants in that punishment had been excused from their company as well, because she hadn't been willing. The Claions had offered to help her by showing her the right way but she'd been too wounded after being held down and forced by a Domme with a strap on and had spent the majority of the night being cuddled, rubbed, soothed, and petted.&nbsp; She knew that they were worried about legal action, granted, but they had seemed more than genuinely concerned for her, never bribing her or offering to make it 'go away' with money.&nbsp; They were good people.&nbsp; <br><br>Having faded out of the 'scene' for a couple of years, spending that time healing and studying the art of BDSM, she had finally felt comfortable reentering and this was the second shindig that she'd participated in.&nbsp; The first she had just watched but she hoped for something more tonight.&nbsp; Granted, she was frightened and wanted to take it slow.&nbsp; She would more than likely end up watching again, longing for what she knew it could be, what she'd seen that it could be.&nbsp; She seemed destined to return home empty handed and with an empty heart.&nbsp; <br><br>She signed her waiver and got her 'Sub' collar after presenting her invitation, moving into the well lit room, having to give props to the design team.&nbsp; It was, by far, the most elaborate set up that she'd seen.&nbsp; People were everywhere, some with 'Fuck Me' collars being manhandled, others begging, one girl already taking on three men.&nbsp; She sighed and shook her head.&nbsp; That looked like fun but the things that she heard the gawkers, as she called them, saying were horrible.&nbsp; <br><br>It was good to get out of the office, out of the cubicles and out into a world with <em>actual</em> people.&nbsp; She wouldn't term them 'her' people. Some of them didn't know their ass from a hay stack and others were just too haughty and self convinced that their shit didn't stink that she didn't even want to be near them.&nbsp; She disdained the bar. Alcohol and BDSM didn't mix.&nbsp; It was dangerous.&nbsp; However, she was thirsty and a glass of soda was just what the doctor ordered.&nbsp; Her thin, gauzy shirt that hid things only partially gave a peek of the dark tint of her nipples, the shape and spread of her areolas, her flat tummy and the line of her short skirt.&nbsp; The leather clung to her thighs and beneath it she wore no panties, wondering why she would even bother with those in that setting.&nbsp; She rubbed one high heeled leather boot against the other, stopping at mid calf, they hugged her calves wonderfully and made her legs look quite shapely.&nbsp; <br><br>She got her drink and moved away from the crowded bar, deciding on a table that looked vacant and that did not hold a reserved sign on top of it.&nbsp; &nbsp;She slowly and gracefully set down, crossing her right leg behind her left, hooking her ankle over her left boot.&nbsp; She sat there, tilted slightly sideways in a familiar submissive position and watched the room. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: They never would have known... [Sukada &amp; Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sukada</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 04:34:24</strong>
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				Mike smiled as he watched the various scenes going on in the club, off in the red alcove appeared to be a man and a woman tied to a table with medical supplies around, apparently they were going to show a safety demonstration when it came to blood play. Knowing some idiots though they were probably going to go home, grab a knife, and start slicing their Subs randomly in a vain attempt to imitate what was being show. In the blue area they appeared to be doing temperature play, as a male sub was made to repeatedly lower his cock in balls into a bowl of ice water for 30 seconds then wave warm candle wax poured over it, it wouldn't burn, but it would feel like he was on fire when that wax touched his skin. This was happening all around, whippings, floggings, proper spanking techniques, and it appeared a mini orgy was starting out on the middle of the dance floor, 4 or 5 of the 'Fuck Me's both male and female, were in the middle of a group of Dom/mes being used and taken in all different manners, and the group appeared to be growing larger as more and more people lined up to give them what they were so craving.<br><br>As interesting as it was to watch though, Mike had no desire to join in, he had been a Dom for about a year, and while he never had a full time sub, he did occasionally find someone who was interested in him, and he would Dom them for a few months, until they got bored and decided to play with a new Sir or Ma'am. That's how a lot of them were, in it for the fun, for the thrill of someone new taking them, they weren't in it for the lifestyle like he was, but he gave them their fun, and when they decided to go on their way didn't try to stop them. He knew he'd eventually meet someone who had the same views on it as him, who wanted a real loving relationship, with a D/s relationship at the core of it, he just had to be patient and wait.<br><br>So, after finishing off his screwdriver he stood up, he hated getting drunk while at these, one drink just to loosen him up was plenty enough. If he got drunk, and paired off with a sub and wound up being a little too rough it was his ass on the line, and he didn't plan on letting that happen. So after getting a coke as his second drink he left the bar, wandering around stopping to watch a cute woman, no more than 19, have her breasts clipped with clothespins and flogged for a few minutes. Sighing he turned and looked into the rest of the room, plenty of subs had come onto him, a lot of women, some men, but they weren't what he was looking for, they were all asking him to take them in the back, hit them around a little and then fuck them, he didn't want another easy fuck though.<br><br>That's when he spotted her, a girl sitting at a table off to the side by herself, he couldn't quite see her face, but the outfit she was wearing was sexy, she was fully clothed like him, and unlike most of the others in the club. But the top she way, the way she showed off her body while still covering herself, and the way she sat yelled to him 'serious sub.' Deciding to take a chance he slowly approached her, coming up to her table from behind out of site for the moment. As he got closer she started to look familiar, he couldn't quite place it but she seemed like someone he had seen before, the body shape, her hair, even the way she held herself. <br><br>As he came up behind her he stopped, wrapping the leash around his arm the hook held in his hand, a friendly confident smile on his face as he tapped her shoulder, "Excuse me miss, How would you like a bit of friendly company for the evening?" He asked, his hand resting on her shoulder as he walked around in from of her, a steady assured pressure on her shoulder, telling her without words that if she turned him down he'd simple walk away and leave her be. When he saw her face though he couldn't believe it, and nearly had to pick his jaw up off the floor, sitting in front of him, this vision of beauty, was someone he worked closely with everyday on often boring repetitive tasks, her cubicle just across the hall and at a diagonal to his, someone he was fairly good friends with, and had been interested in for a long time. That's why she looked so familiar, he thought to himself, and he had to stop for a moment before his voice would work again, "Evening...Betta."
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				Title: <strong>Re: They never would have known... [Sukada &amp; Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 13:29:53</strong>
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				All of the sexual acts in the room couldn't be ignored by her body despite how objective she tried to be, trying to push the sounds and the smells, the pheromones and the raging hormones out of her own little reality at the table.&nbsp; Her attention moved to the different demonstrations of the 'right way to do things' that should've been common sense, but there were the idiots that would put weird food items in them and not get that it was bad… and ass to vaginal… really?&nbsp; Women were stupid and men were even worse.&nbsp; She thought that women should be held in account for those things, they knew that shit chute to baby maker probably was unsanitary and men, well, they'd try to put their cock in any hole a woman would let them in.&nbsp; <br><br>The things going on were hot, she knew that, wouldn't deny it.&nbsp; She just felt that there were too many people in the world that wanted one thing and had voids to fill and then said that they wanted another.&nbsp; She doubted that any of these little 'Fuck Me' bitches would be able to handle doing that all the time.&nbsp; This was a release for them and she knew that at one of the parties she'd heard someone say that they wanted that all the time.&nbsp; She knew that the host and hostesses were trying to educate some of these people and she hoped that they got through to some tonight.&nbsp; It was very well set up and very well thought out.&nbsp; <br><br>She ran the tip of her right forefinger across the edge of her lip thoughtfully as she watched and kept it there as she heard someone speaking to her and felt a tap on her shoulder.&nbsp; Butterflies sprang to life in her stomach, though the voice sounded oddly familiar to her.&nbsp; She turned slowly, at the waist and shoulders, her spine twisting as her head lifted and her eyes locked on…Mike's.&nbsp; Sexy Mike from work. The hunk from the cubicle diagonal to hers.&nbsp; Her lips parted, her jaw dropping incrementally.&nbsp; Somewhere she found her voice and spoke after a long moment of staring up at him with a look of 'I've been caught!' written on her face.&nbsp; "Good evening, Mike." Fancy meeting you here, come here often?&nbsp; She noted the leash that he held in his hand.&nbsp; "Would you like to have a seat, Sir?" she asked respectfully, recovering finally from her shock.&nbsp; Her heart hammered against her rib cage, a veritable mosh pit going on inside of her chest.&nbsp; Hoping humor would soothe the awkwardness of the situation, she cracked a joke.&nbsp; "My, you do look different without a cubicle strapped to your ass."&nbsp; <br><br>The fact that she was showing Hunky Mike her nipples and more of her legs than he'd ever seen did occur to her and she suddenly felt like she was having that dream where she was naked at work for real.&nbsp; The embroidery on her shirt covered <em>nothing</em> and her nipples poked against the fabric.&nbsp; <br><br>She was embarrassed, to a degree, only because she felt exposed.&nbsp; Her weight shifted a bit and she noticed how very wet she was as her pussy lips slid together while she moved.&nbsp; She wondered how much of that was due to the atmosphere or the sudden change in it.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: They never would have known... [Sukada &amp; Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sukada</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 03:24:52</strong>
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				Mike couldn't believe what he was seeing as he took the seat she offered to her right, Betta from work, the same Betta who he would often spend hours of the workday with pouring over projects, drawing up plans, and who would often get him coffee in the mornings before they settled down to work. She looked so sexy even with that look on her face of surprise and shock, like he was the last person she ever expected to meet there. He probably had the same look, but at least he was fully dressed, the white almost nonexistent shirt she was wearing, added to the black mini skirt, made her look like a divine sex goddess and he wanted her instantly.<br><br>When she asked spoke, and called him Sir…he couldn't help but smile, so she was a submissive…his eyes darted to her collar again, while hers looked at the leash in his hand. At the slight joke he couldn't help but laugh, "As do you…Cubicles are so unflattering...In this light though...” He teased trailing off, reaching a hand out to brush over her cheek, and push her hair behind her ear, giving her a subtle compliment at the same time, his eyes scanning over her body again, stopping on her chest and legs, all it would take was her shifting, another inch or two, and that skirt would practically be around her waist, and he'd have an almost unrestricted view of her save for her panties, little did he know though that she wasn't wearing any.<br><br>“So…How long have you been a guest of the Claions?” he asked, knowing that usually you had to be fairly well known to get into one of their exclusive clubs. As they chatted he kept running his fingers over the leather of the leash, his eyes slipping down occasionally to the little metal loop on her black collar as he pondered what they might be able to do together. He kept his mouth shut on the subject though, they were coworkers, and as much as he wanted to get to know her better, she had always seemed to keep him respectfully distant, never letting him get close enough to see her outside of work.<br><br>The site of her though, so underdressed and looking absolutely sexy was having a noticeable effect on him, and he let one of his arms fall to his lap, resting over top of himself casually, in an effort to hide the bulge that was starting to show through his pants. He leaned forward slightly, putting some of his weight on the table, as he lifted his glass to his lips, taking a slow drink before smiling over at her again, “To be honest, I never expected to find you here…especially not wearing…” He said trailing off for a moment, while his eyes scanned her again, a little more openly, his desire showing though, “Something like that…or a Sub collar for that matter.” His eyes stopped last on the collar, eyeing it again before looking up at her face, wondering what she was thinking about the situation, and the fact that he was carrying a Dom’s leash while she was wearing that collar, and wondering if she wanted him to clip her as much as he did. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: They never would have known... [Sukada &amp; Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 03:48:19</strong>
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				Her chest rose and fell, her breasts rising against the sheer fabric of her shirt and the skirt barely covered her ass as she sat. The way she was perched, over on her hip caused her ass to be off the seat a few inches and only a shadow hid her pussy from sight.&nbsp; She knew how to sit on things when she was wet, when she would soil the seat.&nbsp; She showed the courtesy to others, thinking of who might sit where she was at that moment when she moved from the spot.&nbsp; <br><br>Thankfully he looked nervous as well, though she rarely saw him appear so. Supposing that it was the shock of seeing her there, one that she felt similarly and in reverse, she looked up at him.&nbsp; She showed him the proper respect, as she knew she was supposed to do in their setting.&nbsp; She didn't call him Master.&nbsp; He might be one, but he wasn't hers.&nbsp; <br><br>She took a shaky breath as she felt his hand brushed over her hear and swallowed nervously, her cheeks flaming slightly as he mentioned the lighting. "Yes, well, with the dress code at work and all…"&nbsp; Seeing how his eyes took her in, she let hers roam over his body, her chest rising rhythmically and with a depth that gave away her being off of her regular footing and the arousal that she felt.&nbsp; <br><br>"For about four years, though I stepped away for three of those, completely away."&nbsp; She had needed to recover and learn. Her former Master hadn't taught her properly and the books had done much better.&nbsp; Her own impatience had kept her from going through the proper path to begin with.&nbsp; She saw how he fingered his leash and wondered if he wanted to attach it to her collar.&nbsp; She wondered why he would, never had he expressed interest in her before, though she knew that she had been on her own personal quest for some time and didn't want anyone to know that her tastes ran in such directions.&nbsp; "And you, Sir? How long for you?"&nbsp; She was highly curious now.&nbsp; <br><br>Laughing lightly, she looked down at her lap. "I can't say that I ever expected it either."&nbsp; Though it did make her fantasies more realistic!&nbsp; Mmm. The things that she could think about now.&nbsp; A soft smile pulled at her lips and she flushed more just thinking about it.&nbsp; "It appears that we both have our secrets. I never expected you to be toting around a leash in your hand either."&nbsp; She noticed where his hands were and wanted more than <em>anything</em> to taste him, to slide to her knees in front of him and orally service his body.&nbsp; She refrained, the tension of being coworkers keeping her in her seat.&nbsp; Besides, she knew that she should ask first…&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: They never would have known... [Sukada &amp; Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sukada</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 06:41:16</strong>
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				He smiled as she leaned to the side, his eyes glancing down as he looked at her bare ass, lingering perhaps a moment longer than he should have before looking back up at her. He could tell her nervous she was around him, but he could also see her natural submissiveness, and he wondered how he had missed it in the office. It was probably from the atmosphere there, everything was kind of downtrodden there, everyone feeling somewhat like crap, so it probably masked it. Now that he thought about it though it seemed so obvious, and he wished he had seen it before.<br><br>Moving a little closer he leaned forward, closing the gap as his eyes scanned her again, listening as she spoke about how long she had been involved. “4 years…I’ve only been involved seriously for the past year or so.” He said, eyes widening for a moment as he finally noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties. “My my my…what do we have here…” He teased, placing his hand on the seat of her chair, being a bit more direct about his actions, and what he was thinking. Grinning up at her he reached out with the hand so near to her, stroking a finger along her bare ass, and right over her pussy lips, he knew his action could turn out badly, but had a suspicion she would react well, especially when he felt how wet she was.<br><br>Pulling his hand back he brought it to his lips, licking her juices off of his finger, moaning at the taste, “I think we have a few things to talk about…” He whispered, leaning a little closer to her, “Would you like to join me in a private room…” He asked, holding up the leash, the metal end swaying back and forth in front of her. “I promise…all we have to do is talk, this seems like something we should just work out and discuss in private,” He said, keeping a calm exterior. In his head though he was hoping she would say yes, because he wanted nothing more that to hear the clip of his leash closing over her collar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: They never would have known... [Sukada &amp; Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 06:58:24</strong>
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				If her face and pussy took any more of her blood, she was going to be suffering from brain death, she had a feeling.&nbsp; It wasn't that she didn't like him looking, she'd happily show him more, it wasn't hard to associate the Mike she knew with the Dominant in front of her either.&nbsp; He was still being very much himself but seemed a bit looser somehow and more controlled in another way.&nbsp; The way that he was checking her out though was so far from the cubicle that it wasn't funny.&nbsp; She knew that he liked his way and liked things to be a certain way.&nbsp; She'd more than once thought he was a jovial control freak.&nbsp; She'd thought that it was just the desire to do the job <em>right</em>.&nbsp; She hadn't seen it before, assuming it was wanting to keep his job.&nbsp; <br><br>Brown eyes lifted as he leaned closer.&nbsp; Her heart thudded as he spoke and rubbed his hand o her chair, his finger moving over her ass and then her damp slit.&nbsp; She swallowed again as her pussy clenched and her clit twitched at his touch, her breathing rate increasing drastically.&nbsp; Her lips parted and her eyes followed his finger to his lips.&nbsp; "Mmm, fuck," she panted softly, licking over her lips.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes." They had <em>much</em> to talk about.&nbsp; "I would love to, Sir."&nbsp; She wanted on his cock and writhing but she knew that wasn't what tonight was about. At least, hopefully.&nbsp; Just talk? Why? She nodded and moved down to her knees on the floor, waiting for him to clip the leash to the D-ring of her collar. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: They never would have known... [Sukada &amp; Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sukada</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 07:39:37</strong>
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				Mike smiled at her reaction to him, so was so turned on, so excited, he was seeing a whole new side of her for the first time, and it had him just as excited. All he wanted to do was bend her over the table and take her, but knew if things worked out that that would come later. When she kneeled in front of him though, he couldn't help but grin, it was definitely not what he was expecting, she always seemed so in control, even if a little subservient, at work, and he had never expected that she would get down on her knees like that for someone like she was for him.<br><br>Reaching a hand out he stroked it through her hair, caressing her cheek, over her neck fingering the collar for a second, then down to her chest cupping her breast and running his thumb over her hardened nipple. After doing this for a few seconds he stood, his cock fully hard and bulging in his pants just inches from her face as he reached down and hooked his leash onto her collar. Giving it gentle guiding tug he helped her to her feet, before brushing a strand of hair back and smiling at her again. "Shall we then." He said, more of a command than a quest as he turned around heading to the back hall. As they passed the guard there he nodded at the man, and was given a key with the number 5 on it. 'Freshly cleaned and organized.' the man said as Mike slipped him a 20 as a tip and moved by, giving the leash a slight tug if Betta started to fall behind.<br><br>Opening the door he looked around for a moment before walking in. The room was kind of like a hotel room, it had a bed, a tv, a private bathroom, a desk, and a large recliner which could fit two. But what it also had was a chair with built in cuffs whose back could be laid down and the bottom dropped out, a sawhorse, a saltire, and a large cabinet filled with all manner of toys and other devious devices, along with D rings and hooks hanging from the walls and ceiling. Turning to smile at her again he closed the door, locking both locks and motioning her over, having her sit on the bed and dragging the recliner over so he could sit across from her. "So, my dear, where do you think we should begin?" He asked, wanting to know her opinion on the odd situation they found themselves in and what she was thinking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: They never would have known... [Sukada &amp; Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 07:59:44</strong>
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				Her eyes closed and she felt a pleasant tightness in her chest as his hand moved over her body, cupping her breast and thumbing her nipple.&nbsp; She never would have imagined that she'd be in that position for Mike. It thrilled her and calmed her both at the same time and she had no words to describe the feeling.&nbsp; She panted and opened her eyes as she heard the leash click into place, rising to her feet at the gentle tug on the strap of the leash.&nbsp; <br><br>Following him, attached to the leash, she wondered if she was making the biggest mistake of her life or if she could be on the edge of something wonderful.&nbsp; She was scared of fucking up and ruining the friendship that they had.&nbsp; She did know that she wanted him so badly that her body ached.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked around at the room warily, turning her gaze toward the door.&nbsp; What would he do if she ran? Would he hate her? Would it change their relationship?&nbsp; It wasn't his fault, it wasn't anything to do with him, not really.&nbsp; She followed him to the bed and sat on it, leaning over onto her hip s she watched him.&nbsp; "I… don't really know, Sir."&nbsp; Sex would be nice, wasn't quite what D/s was about but at the same time it would make them more comfortable with each other.&nbsp; The idea had merits. "I never really would have guessed that I'd run into you in a place like this," she admitted, trying to keep her body still.&nbsp; She had trouble concentrating with how worked up she was and she needed to focus.&nbsp; "Trust is the biggest important factor and I trust you… I have been given no reason to feel otherwise, but I don’t know to what degree."&nbsp; She dropped her eyes and then her head, staring down at her thigh. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: They never would have known... [Sukada &amp; Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sukada</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 02:17:27</strong>
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				He nodded as she spoke, he could tell how anxious she was, nervous and excited at the same time, and he could see it in her body language, how she was fidgeting and looking down a lot. Truthfully he felt exactly the same, he never thought he'd be in a position like this with her, or that he'd ever be so forward with her, caressing and touching her like he did without even asking permission. He had a thing for her ever since they started working together, and would have given anything to be in this exact same position that they were, and here it was, her in front of him, obviously wanting him, and he wanted her just as badly.<br><br>As she spoke he nodded, "I know what you mean, you are definitely the last person I ever expected to find here...and to find in such a..." He said trailing off, his eyes scanning over her again, his desire for her obvious in his expression, "In such a compromising and revealing..position.." He finished, wishing to just lay her down and take her, but knowing that wasn't the way something like this worked. She seemed to be the real deal, not just looking for a few months of fun before moving onto someone else, and he could see her as his submissive, and wanted to approach that right. "I'm glad you trust me...trust is the key in this....and I don't want to betray that trust." He said, moving over in the large armchair, "To start, why don't you move over here with me and get more comfortable." He suggested letting her decide what she was more comfortable with whether it would be on the chair next to him, or on his lap. "And we can discuss this some more, and what we're both seeking, and where we'd like to see this go. Because personally...I would like it very much if something did happen between us my dear."
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				Title: <strong>Re: They never would have known... [Sukada &amp; Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 16:39:40</strong>
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				She could only chuckle at his appraisal.&nbsp; "Well, I'm not exactly a prude, but I do dress appropriately for my settings.&nbsp; Some have made me feel a smidge over dressed, honestly."&nbsp; Knowing him, who he was at work at least, made things easier for her because he was more familiar and it wasn't going into something blind with a complete stranger though she now realized just how little she knew about the sexy man before her.&nbsp; <br><br>Nodding, she rose smoothly from the bed and moved slowly toward the arm chair.&nbsp; Part of her wanted to almost awkwardly walk over there but she held her nerves in check and made herself look him in the eye, holding her head high as she moved with her natural and sensual grace.&nbsp; <br><br>Betta settled down on his lap, straddling his body.&nbsp; "Sir… I want something to happen. Very much.&nbsp; But I think… that we need to kill the tension.&nbsp; I can't think with my body so keyed up, craving your touch so badly.&nbsp; I don't… honestly think that I've wanted to fuck someone so much or so hard before. With as hard as you are, I have a feeling you're in the same boat.&nbsp; I'm more than willing to discuss things, so willing to give you a chance to be my Sir or my Master… I just can't… I can't think."&nbsp; She rocked in his lap, grinding down against his pants, pressing against his erect cock.&nbsp; "Fuck me, Mike. Please fuck me. I need you… want you so much."&nbsp; She knew that there was the off chance that he would throw her out of his lap and storm from the room, but she doubted that it had a high percentile. <br>
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