Second Chances (josefk67 & FLN826)
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				Title: <strong>Second Chances (josefk67 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 18:13:43</strong>
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				In the five months since she'd been coming here, Kiersten had never gotten quite used to the openness of the people. The Black Rose was not a typical fetish club, it was more exclusive and you had to be sponsored in by a current member. It cut down on the goth kids and those there to prey on others. The members were there for more than a fashion show or a quick good time with some ropes and toys, they were people who had ties to the lifestyle.&nbsp; <br><br>As a single woman, and more importantly at the club, as a single submissive, Kiersten had to come with friends of hers. It was a high protocol club, and she was technically under the protection of the ones she came with. There was a lot of comfort to be taken in that, no one would just openly walk up to her and grab her, touch her or proposition her in any way that she was not interested in. They would have to go through Mark and Lauren first. She had met them almost two years ago and they had taught her so much, she knew they could be trusted.<br><br>As she walked through the crowd of people, looking around, taking in the sights as usual, from the corner of her eye she saw someone she thought she knew. A little closer and she got a better look at the man who had her stomach turning over in knots that she hadn't felt in years. Sam, the only man she thought she might have truly loved. Sam, the one she let go because he wasn't strong enough for her. Sam, who was here now. <br><br>Kiersten had been finishing up her degree when she met Sam. He was a professor at the University she attended. She'd sat in on one of his lectures and became immediately entranced by him.&nbsp; She had gone up to him after the lecture to tell him how much she'd enjoyed it and once they started talking, they couldn't seem to stop. They went out for coffee and coffee led to dinner and dinner led to the most wonderful two years of her life.&nbsp; <br><br>He had been sweet, attentive, loving and he always seemed to put her up on a pedestal. She found she could lose herself in his eyes&nbsp; that were so expressive she never had to guess his mood, for the shade of blue seemed to change like the weather.&nbsp; She would never forget the day that he had asked her to move in with him. She had still been living with her parents while she saved up for her own place, and suddenly, the fairy tale became real life. She had said yes on an impulse, and that, as she looked back on it, had been the start of the end. <br><br>She loved him, yes, but&nbsp; there was something missing that she hadn't quite yet figured out tell him. She wanted, no, she needed him to take more control in their relationship, she needed him to be strong and firm, caring and loving but also more assertive. She tried everything she could think of. She ignored requests he made of her, she was late often for their dates even knowing that it irked him, but other than an occasional argument about it, or comment, he never did anything. Though it had broken her heart, she had told him she wouldn't move in with him and they should see other people. She would never forget the look on his face and the one simple question he'd asked her. Why? <br><br>That had been almost three years ago. What was he doing here? Why was he in a club like this? And dammit, why did he have to look so damn good? She desperately wanted to go and order herself a glass of wine, but Mark wouldn't allow her to drink when she was out with them, so she had to settle for the sparkling water in her glass. Among all the black leather and latex, rubber and spandex, there were some that dressed a good deal better. Sam was there in his black slacks and silk shirt, a tie that had some flecks of red in it, the last few years had been good to him she mused. She herself was there in a green lace dress that hugged her body, yet revealed very little. Her fire red hair was pulled up and piled into curls on top of her head with some tendrils hanging down&nbsp; to frame her face. <br><br>She was about to walk over to him, to see him again, and then she spotted her. There was a woman, a rather attractive woman at that, kneeling on the floor beside him, but it was the collar she wore that stood out. Not the rubber dress that was as red as a brick, or the stylish cut of her black hair, but the collar she wore. If she had thought about turning around and heading in the other direction, that thought changed when she felt before she saw his eyes lock on to hers, for the first time in three years.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances (josefk67 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 22:01:54</strong>
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				It had taken a while to get used to all this. He had always known that he had desires that were beyond what the majority of people would have considered normal. But what does that mean? Normal? Who decides what is normal? Even now, he felt a deep regret that things had needed to be shrouded, hidden, buried when he was younger, lest discovery of the images in his head had led to embarrassment, or worse still, humiliation and censure. Looking back, with the privileges that hindsight bestows upon those older, if not necessarily wiser, Sam Wilder could at least smile now. Sadly at times, perhaps, but it was, at least, a smile. If only…a powerful, yet ultimately futile subjunctive.<br><br>Nevertheless, while the past necessarily leaves its traces in the present, it is the present where we must live. Gazing around the darkly lit room, taking in the sights of bodies moving, twisting, interacting, Sam felt a kaleidoscope of tingles pulsate through him. The Black Rose. A clichéd name, perhaps, though with an array of resonances that made it far greater than the sum of its parts. It was, in many ways, the place of his dreams. He had been here so many times before, and yet had never set foot over the threshold. Until now, this evening, at the invitation of a relatively new acquaintance who was something of a regular. If he was honest with himself, he had not been sure that such clubs existed, locations where people would come together in an open display of a passion for domination and submission, for binding or being bound. A BDSM club. Yet, here he sat and felt as if he were seeing things as they truly were for the first time. ‘Fuck!’ he whispered to himself, almost still in disbelief at what he was seeing. And then he glanced at his companion and smiled, reaching out a hand to stroke her hair, as if to confirm that this was real, not a mere figment of an overly exercised, and deviant, imagination.<br><br>Chloe was kneeling silently by his side, her head bowed respectfully so that her shoulder-length black hair fell gently around her face, the perfect frame for the bright red ballgag that nestled securely between her lips. She did not move as his fingers continued to stroke her hair, did not raise her eyes to his, and he smiled. She had shown herself to be such a dutiful submissive, so easy to train; she made him feel as if he had been dominating women all his life. In fact, she was his first. <br><br>Their paths had crossed at a moment when he had been contemplating the need to get back home, to England, to try and kick-start his life for the second time. He had originally fled the UK in despair in the mid-1990s, when it seemed the country would never escape the self-interested grasp of the Conservative Party. He’d been old enough to get drunk the night that Thatcher had been kicked out, but that had not brought the social change everyone had expected. So, after completing his History degree at Kings, London, he had taken up a PhD scholarship in the US…and had been there ever since and now, finally, had tenure after a series of very well-received articles and books. He understood now that his ambition at that time, reflected in his almost obsessive drive to write, had been displacement for those dark desires he entertained deep within. The US had not been as liberating as he first thought, but it was indeed the Land of Opportunity for able academics with a slightly monastic streak. And so he had thrown himself into his work, and steadily climbed the greasy pole of the tenure track.<br><br>But it hadn’t really made him happy. Not really. No…but she had. She had complimented him on a lecture, and he had fallen in love at first sight with her. <br><br>Kiersten. <br><br>She had opened his eyes to a fuller life, a life beyond the ivory towers. He had doted upon her, put her on a pedestal at times, he knew that, but all the while they were together, he had slowly begun to feel his true emotions stirring. It is hard to let oneself go, let all those desires blossom, when they have been so long buried, restrained. Old locks fill with rust which keys have trouble penetrating…and so it had been with him and the secret longings buried deep within. He could be totally honest with her, with those dark exceptions, for he feared losing her, putting her to flight with fear at the images that her presence, the smell of her, the touch of her soft porcelain skin unleashed within him. The things he longed to do with her, to her…<br><br>He knew that he would be able to tell her eventually…but one day, out of the blue, it was over. He had offered her the chance to move in – it was going to be the prelude to the moment when he shared himself totally with her. Everything that he was…But Kiersten told him that it wasn’t working, and she had walked out of his life. Just like that. She had burst into his life like a shaft of dazzling sunshine, and left it like a hurricane, destruction in its wake. <br><br>He had turned to drink, instead of his books this time, and had spiralled down into the deepest depression. He battled through the semester, before his Faculty had suggested he take research leave and return home, or travel or anything. But the two years with Kiersten had shown him that work was not his life, not his be-all and end-all. Even though his twelve-month sabbatical had rejuvenated him in many ways, it had numbed him in others. He had returned to the university, he had gone through the motions, he had written his third book, but something wasn’t right. And so, he had just been contemplating a return home, to the UK, for good, when he had been approached by the State museum. The Senior Curator had read his book on Berlin Wall and its effects on culture and society, and wondered if he would like to work on an exhibition about how political oppression was depicted in the visual arts. Rather half-heartedly Sam had gone to the initial meeting, and found himself sitting next to a raven-haired beauty, who introduced herself as the director of an art gallery chain interested in taking part in the project. And so, with him on the brink of leaving, Chloe Masters took his hand and pulled him back from the edge.<br><br>He slipped his fingers slowly down over her cheek, and lifted her chin, bringing her eyes to his. How he adored those deep, submissive brown pools. Even in the tenebrous atmosphere of the club, he could see how they gleamed darkly up at him, in anticipation of what he would do to her tonight. If truth be told, he hadn’t come with a plan. In fact, he was simply savouring the pleasure of showing off his slave, for the first time. He had instructed&nbsp; Chloe to wear her red rubber dress, for he loved the way it hugged her curves, and it did go so well with her high-heeled red pumps. And of course, the ballgag, that delicious instrument of humiliation and control. But it was the contrast with her coal-dark hair and pale complexion which really made her stand out tonight, he thought, topped off best of all by the lovely black leather collar that she wore.<br><br>In the taxi over to the club, he had made her remove her panties and pocketed them in his jacket. He wasn’t sure if that was allowed, never having been to this kind of club before, but ‘Fuck it!’, he murmured to himself. The thought of her excited anticipation trickling teasingly down across her smooth alabaster thighs all evening made his heart pound. He knew she would feel mortified, and yet at the same time, it would make her even wetter. How a submissive’s body can betray her… Before leaving the taxi, he had secured her wrists behind her back with black rubber cuffs, padlocked together. He loved the way those cuffs gripped the soft skin of her wrists in an inescapably tight embrace, over and above the way they completed a most fetching rubber ensemble. With ballgag then tightly secured, Chloe was then leashed and led from the taxi – to the rapt attention of the driver who barely registered the size of the tip Sam had given him – and followed her Master into the club.<br><br>Sam wasn’t sure if heads actually turned in their direction in the darkness, but it mattered little. It was thrilling to be here, displaying his slavegirl in public for any who might choose to feast their eyes upon her, as they walked through the seething mass, as she knelt at his feet. Just to be in The Black Rose felt magical…<br><br>Sam smiled down at Chloe and then released her chin, at which point she bowed her head respectfully again, as she had been trained to do when collared. In turn, the smile still warming his face, he continued to scan the room to take in the sights…<br><br>…and found himself staring into a pair of beautiful green eyes that he had known so well years before, had never thought he could ever live without, had felt he would never see again…<br><br>Kiersten!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances (josefk67 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 14:51:00</strong>
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				The entire world seemed to stand still in that moment when their eyes locked, that mutual bit of recognition, the obvious memories playing on both of their minds and showing in their faces. She blinked a few times to make certain that she was really seeing what she was seeing before turning her back and walking away. <br><br>Coward, she thought to herself. Maybe she was, but it didn't matter, she couldn't face him now, didn't want to see him now. What would she even say? Why didn't you tell me about all this when we were together, because then we might actually still ‘be’ together? It was more than she could handle at the moment. <br><br>Kiersten found herself walking around aimlessly and eventually made her way back over to the table where Mark and Lauren were sitting, enjoying the views of the people walking by. She sat down at their table and tried to keep her face and her conversation light, though inside she was feeling as if she were drowning.<br><br>Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost?”<br><br>I'm fine, I just…I’m a little tired, that's all<br><br>“We can go shortly, but we've invited some friends to join us tonight, some new members and I'd like you to meet them, perhaps help them get acclimated as well”<br><br>“Of course, I'd be happy to”<br><br>She wasn't happy to, she wanted to leave, but she would stick it out. Mark and Lauren had been strong friends of hers for a while and she knew she owed them quite a bit, so making some pleasant conversation with friends of theirs was the least she could do. <br><br>“Would you go and get three glasses of red wine, and two more glasses of whatever your drinking”<br><br>He gave her some money and she went off to the bar. At least meeting someone new would help take her mind off of what she'd just had to witness. If she wasn't so pathetic, she thought, she'd have gone over to Sam, made a polite gesture to be friendly and then left, not run away like the coward she felt she was. She had to face him at some point and if he was going to be coming to the club, she would either have to do so, or find a new place to frequent. <br><br>She felt as if the entire room spun around as she walked back over to the table with the requested drinks. Walking over to them, with Mark going to greet them, was Sam and that bitch he held on a leash. This could not be happening, she thought. This was not real.<br><br>“Kiersten, come and meet Sam and Chloe”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances (josefk67 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 21:52:05</strong>
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				In that moment, when his gaze had drifted around the room in amusement at the carnival all around them before alighting upon those intelligent green eyes, he had been transposed back in time, memories tripping over themselves as if suddenly freed from captivity. All of them swirled around those green eyes that had just locked with his in the darkness of the club. He could scarcely breathe…<br><br>Kiersten!<br><br><br>… He remembered walking hand in hand along a moonlit beach, her red hair blowing softly against his shoulder in the gentle offshore breeze, feeling her soft skin warm against him. They hadn’t spoken, but in the silence they had articulated so much. They had made love in the dunes at the back of the beach, over and over again, each time somehow different. And then there had been the moment when he had rolled on top of her, had taken her hands in his and pushed them down against the soft sand above her head. Holding her gaze in his, he remembered how a darkness seemed to take hold of her, how her eyes became such deep pools as he had pinned her down. He had leant down slowly to brush her lips with his, while she seemed almost paralysed. As he entered her gently, she gasped softly and he felt her back arch up to him, taking him down ever deeper inside her. ‘I love you,’ she whispered in his ear as they both fell headlong into each other, lost, spinning. <br><br>That moment, such a magical moment…It had been the first time that she had spoken those words with such abandon, such intensity, and he had felt a surge of energy through him when they had both fallen back onto the sand, side by side, riding the waves that crashed through them. He had taken her hand again then, listening to her breathing in the darkness, and felt that his life was truly about to start, to lead him down paths he had always dreamed of. But within a matter of months she had gone…and that moment had been the first he had tried to excise once it had all come crashing down around him.<br><br>…and here she was again. Yet history was repeating itself, for she had turned on her heel and walked away again.<br><br>Kiersten…<br><br>It took him a while to regain his composure, shaken by how the sight of her had affected him. What was she doing here? Was she with someone? If so, was she the dominant? She was not dressed like the vast majority, their clothing a badge, a label of their status in the lifestyle. She had been dressed in a closely fitting green lace dress, with her hair up in the way that he had always found so adorable, so ravishing. God, she had looked good, and he could remember so clearly how it felt to brush her soft pale skin with his lips, his fingers… Involuntarily, Sam shook his head, a movement which caused the woman kneeling beside him to glance up, tugging at the leash that he held loosely in his left hand.<br><br>Chloe! <br><br>How could he have been so transfixed to have forgotten the beautiful woman kneeling dutifully by his side, her long black hair tumbling around her shoulders? He reached out with his right hand and stroked her cheek softly again, causing her to push against it, like a cat. He loved the cool smoothness of her, a touch like silk that filled him with such desire. And slowly, surely, he found his mind empyting of the past, and swelling with delight in the present, and his possession of this raven-haired beauty.<br><br>Chloe had seduced him at a time when he had felt too bruised even to entertain the idea of going out with friends. She had invited him to a party, and had accepted his polite, but firm, rejection with grace. He felt certain that she would keep her distance, slighted by his aloofness, but several weeks later one Sunday morning, when he had been working on a paper for a conference in Canada, there had been a light tap at his apartment door. Irritated at the disturbance, Sam had strode over to the door and without even looking through the peephole, had flung the door open, all set to give the poor miscreant a mouthful. Chloe was standing in the hallway, dressed in a gorgeous cheesecloth dress, holding a bottle of red wine in her hand. ‘I saved this for you from the party,’ she said softly, a warm smile on her full lips. So stunned was he, he made no protest as she stepped over the threshold and into his life. They had talked that day, over several glasses of wine, about life, about love, about hopes and dreams. She had listened attentively when he had spoken of Kiersten, and when he had finished, looking crestfallen, she had lightly put her hand on his and stroked it. That was the moment when the healing began.<br><br>They had moved slowly, very slowly, and his feelings for her had deepened gradually. He was amazed that he had been able to feel anything at all. It had been different with Chloe; he felt as if she were almost moulding herself to him, to his needs. <br><br>And then came the night when she had come over for the evening, and as they were sitting on the rug by the fire, sipping brandies, she had almost ceremoniously put her glass down, knelt down in front of him with her hands behind her back and looked him in the eye. ‘Would you tie me up please, Sam?’ she whispered, her voice suddenly hoarse.<br><br>Looking down at his slave now, in the Black Rose, Sam felt stirred by this memory, the night when he had made love to her as she sat astride him, her hands tied behind her back with his tie. From such small, dark acorns… Chloe had proved herself willing to accept anything at all that he chose to inflict upon her from that moment on, offering herself as a blank canvas to his unfolding depravity. He leant down then and kissed her ballgagged lips and heard her sigh through the rubber ball, her eyes closed. He ran his hand down across her tummy, to the hem of her dress and slipped his fingers over her soft thighs, wet with her arousal, to her sex and felt her whole body pulse as he brushed gently inside her. <br><br>Very different thoughts indeed fuelled him now. ‘Let’s go and find your friends, shall we, little one?’ he breathed into her ear, as he brought his fingers back from their sweet violation. ‘Then we can go and do what we truly came for, hmm?’ She purred her assent, and as he tugged on her leash, she obediently rose to her feet, with an elegance and grace that belied her bondage predicament. This time he purred to see how well she had embraced her training.<br><br>Mark and Lauren were here somewhere, having arranged for him and Chloe to be granted access to the club. He had met them at a gallery event a few months ago, learning that Mark had been at high school with Chloe. Although Chloe assured him laughing that there had never been anything between them, Sam could tell instantly that Mark had wanted more. It was obvious in the stolen glances in her direction. If truth be told, he did not much like Mark, finding Lauren much more personable and less pretentious. Maybe it was a bit of jealousy on his part. Be that as it may, he had wanted Chloe to look as stunning as she did tonight, just to make the point to her old friend that this woman was very much owned, possessed…collared. <br><br>Sure enough, there they were at one of the tables on the far side, and Sam smiled at the look on Mark’s face as they approached. ‘Wow, look at you!’ he said, gazing in wonder at Chloe, who smiled through her gag and lowered her gaze demurely, playing her part to perfection. ‘Good evening, Mark, how goes it?’ Sam asked, conscious that Mark had no interest in him at all.<br><br>‘Oh, you know how it can be!’ God, did this man ever use anything but platitudes, Sam wondered. ‘Oh, by the way,’ Mark continued, eyes still feasting upon Chloe, ‘we’ve brought a friend with us who we’d love you both to meet. We thought she might help you find your feet here.’<br><br>He turned then and pointed at a figure now weaving its way towards them through the crush of people, a tray of drinks in hand.<br><br>Oh <em>fuck</em>, surely not…<br><br>‘Kiersten, come and meet Sam and Chloe.’<br><br>As Kiersten came closer, unable this time to run away, Sam felt a little tremor inside him, but drove it done, sliding his arm round Chloe’s waist and pulling her closer. He smiled then, noting the startled sparks in her green eyes.<br><br>‘Hello, love, it’s so good to see you again…’<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances (josefk67 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 18:03:42</strong>
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				The tray of drinks practically shook in her hands, of all the things she'd expected, this had not been one of the. Yes, she knew that Mark and Lauren had friends coming to the club tonight and they had asked if her she would help them get acclimated, give the tour, explain some of the rules that they might not know yet. But it never occurred to her to ask their names, why should it have? Sam wasn't into this lifestyle, that's why she'd broken it off with him. So why in the hell was he here now?<br><br>SAM, I…well its been a long time hasn't it?”<br><br>It was a miracle, she thought, that she didn't spill any of the drinks as she put them out on the table. Her eyes kept going between Sam and Chloe wondering how long they'd been together, why they were here, how they knew Mark and Lauren and a dozen other inconsequential things that she couldn't stop thinking. It was easier than thinking of what was really going on in her mind. <br><br>“I didn't realize you knew each other”<br><br>“Well, it was a long time ago, a…really long time ago”<br><br>Kiersten realized after a while that she was staring and forced herself to look anywhere but at the pair of them.&nbsp; She could practically hear her heart beating inside of her chest, what was worse, was she knew that she looked shaken by running into him. It was something she hated about herself, that she could never mask her emotions, they were always written so plainly on her face. <br><br>“Mark, why don't I leave you alone with your guests for a while Toto catch up and…”<br><br>"Nonsense, come sit with me”<br><br>He patted his lap and Kiersten knew she had little choice at the moment. It wasn't anything awkward for her or for Lauren, she'd played with them both enough to be completely comfortable, and for the night, her choices weren't her own to make. She still kept her eyes away from Sam as she moved over to Marks side and sat down on his lap, she didn't notice the look that Mark had towards Sam, one of amusement and maybe just a little bit of a challenge. <br><br>“So tell us Sam, how do you know our Kiersten?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 20:05:17</strong>
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				<em>Our </em>Kiersten...?<br><br>What did that mean, Sam found himself wondering. And why did it affect him so much, more to the point? He wasn't sure if it was the fact of Kiersten's presence here of all places, after all this time, after all those nights he tried, and failed, to find the courage to ask her if.... Or was it more to do with that dickhead Mark laying it on thick with suggestions of ownership of the woman who had been his. As Kiersten obediently acquiesced to his instruction that she should sit on his lap, there was such obvious delight in Mark's face that there was clearly some connection between Sam and the redhead, some potential for awkwardness to get his own back for the fact that he had been unable to lay any claim to Chloe, either past or present. <br><br>Sam found himself holding Chloe more tightly, but less this time in an attempt to get at Mark than, perhaps, to find some equilibrium. Seeing Kiersten again after all this time... He was struck by how awkward she had seemed on returning to the bar, averting her eyes from the sight of her former lover, and it was well nigh impossible to gauge what was running through her head. She had run out on him, and he had always assumed he'd said or done something wrong, though he'd had no idea what. If he'd hurt her somehow...? Her reaction to him now seemed to suggest as much, and that saddened him deeply. He felt a sudden need to apologise, though what for he could not imagine.&nbsp; Ah, well, water under the bridge now and no point worrying about it. Although...<br><br>'Kiersten and I were seeing each other for a couple of years,' Sam finally replied as evenly as possible, not wanting to sound bitter, but also increasingly aware that there was a sudden tension in Chloe as she began to realise who the woman on Mark's lap was, 'but I don't think I was quite what Kiersten hoped I might be.' He looked at his former partner a little wistfully, wondering how she might respond to this, if at all, as it must have been excruciating for her to be here like this, even if she were, seemingly, owned by this couple. 'One of those things, I guess.' <br><br>He turned to Chloe then and nuzzled his face in her hair, hoping to reassure her. God, she smelt so fucking good in that moment and he felt another welcome surge of confidence as a result. She turned her face to his then, and she smiled warmly through her gag, her eyes sparkling in the gloom, full of love and desire. Not looking at their companions now, Sam continued: 'But I was so very fortunate to meet Chloe then, who managed to pick me up and mend my broken heart.' He lifted his right hand to her face and stroked her cheek, feeling her push into him, eager for his touch. He leant down to kiss her ballgagged lips then, not caring now about whether he was being observed or not, by either Mark or Kiersten. He knew that it was an erotic frustration for Chloe, not to be able to respond to such kisses.<br><br>He sat down then in the empty chair next to Lauren, and without needing to give any instruction, Chloe knelt beside him as obediently as the perfect slavegirl could.<br><br>He took one of the glasses of wine from the table, turned his gaze then back to his former flame and smiled calmly, though still aware of a slight unease, a slight tremor.<br><br>'So, how did you guys all meet? I had no idea that you were into all this, Kiersten...!!'<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances (josefk67 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 21:29:33</strong>
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				"I could say the same about you Sam, I could say the same thing"<br><br>But why hadn't he ever told her? If she'd known, she never would have let him go. In every other way he was her perfect mate. In every other aspect, he was the love of her life, and now he was here. It was almost as if fate was giving them a second chance, but for one small complication, Chloe. She hated the woman on sight. She may be the sweetest woman in the world, kind and intelligent, but as far as Kiersten was concerned, she had something that belonged to her, and, now that she knew what she knew she wanted it back. <br><br>She wanted him back? Did that thought really just go through her mind? How could she know what she wanted when she'd not seen Sam for around three years. He'd changed for certain, so had she, they weren't the same people they were then and, the small little detail that he was obviously not free at the moment. But that could change couldn't it? There was no wedding band on her finger, so that meant he was still technically fair game. <br><br>"Lauren and I met Kiersten, what? It has to be going on almost three years now. We gave her, her entrance to the club, as we are doing for you now, though, as she was single, we took her in under our wing so to speak, made sure she wasn't bothered by the wrong types" <br><br>Mark was going on, and it was noticed by both Kiersten and Lauren that he thought Sam was the wrong type. While they spoke, she looked at Lauren who shared a knowing glance. She'd told Lauren all about Sam as they had met almost right after the break up. They had been her rocks to lean on and she'd learned so much from them, they had been her mentors and protectors, and she owed them so much. And she knew, she could count on Lauren now as well.<br><br>Kiersten reached for her glass of water, her hands shaking slightly as she picked it up and knocked over one of the glasses of wine. They all watched in silent horror as the contents spilled off the table and right on to Chloe. To the open eye, it was clearly an accident and Kiersten had the good sense of mind to look mortified.<br><br>"I'm so sorry"<br><br>"Here, Sam why don't you let me take Chloe to the ladies room and get her cleaned up for you, afterall, we don't want that to stain"<br><br>Lauren moved so swiftly and quickly that they were gone before anyone could object. <br><br>"I'm really very sorry Sam, my hand slipped. Could we....can I speak to you a moment, privately?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances (josefk67 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 20:25:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As he had voiced his surprise at Kiersten's presence here, he had regretted it. But why, he wasn't so sure. His decision to kiss Chloe like that had been an attempt to regain some more composure at finding Kiersten here. It had been beyond his wildest dreams to have even contemplated bringing her to a place like this, but she had given no indication of, what he guessed from Mark's inferences must be, her submissive tendencies. He didn't wish or mean to hurt her, even though she had badly hurt him, but his question seemed so trite, so typical of hollow small talk, when in truth he had a yearning to learn more about this side of a woman he thought he had known so well. <br><br>Her response had seemed equally hollow, dismissive even, which made him regret his own remark all the more. But it was too late now, and besides, that was the past. Done. Gone. Kiersten had made her feelings abundantly clear when she had left him. From the way she appeared to be with Mark, and in view of how long they had known her, the things they had introduced her to, it was easy to imagine that she found Mark much more engaging than him. But he's such a <em>prick</em>, Sam thought to himself as his counterpart assumed his rather patronising tone in explaining how they had protected Kiersten. But it bothered Sam little that Mark so clearly had scant regard for him; he was only jealous, and with good cause. What might Mark have done with Chloe, had she been on his leash, wearing his collar? The idea made Sam smile inwardly, while nodding politely as he listened. He glanced at Lauren, who seemed to be exchanging looks with Kiersten, and wondered how on earth she had ended up saddled with this guy. He had enjoyed Lauren's company a great deal previously.<br><br>His attention was suddenly snapped back to a glass of wine spilling and pouring its contents over Chloe's rubber dress. She seemed unfazed by it, as the liquid slid down over her soft thighs, but quick as a flash Lauren had bent down to lift Chloe to her feet and whisk her away to the toilet. Chloe had given him a quizzical, almost desperate look, before she and Lauren had been lost in the crowd. Surely the wine would just run off the dress; it wouldn't stain! What...<br><em><br>"I'm really very sorry Sam, my hand slipped. Could we....can I speak to you a moment, privately?"</em><br><br>In that instant, he understood what the silent exchange between Kiersten and Lauren might have meant. Had Kiersten spilled the wine deliberately, just to engineer some time alone? But why? All the time, Sam's mind kept repeating the same thing. She left <em>you</em>. <br><br>'Er...sure,' he replied a little nonplussed. His immediate thought had been to wonder whether Mark would allow her to take such an initiative, in view of her status in the club with her friends. But his second thought was to wonder why. What was left to say...?<br><br>&nbsp;'Are you allowed to?' he added, a little lamely it seemed to him almost immediately.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances (josefk67 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 21:10:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				While Kiersten didn't feel the need to explain herself to Sam, she didn't want to speak with him privately. She could talk with whomever she pleased, she was not collared to Mark, though she did usually afford him a certain amount of respect given how much he'd done for her. <br><br>"To talk to you? Of course. Mark, would you excuse us a minute?"<br><br>"Yes, but don't be gone too long, we have a full night"<br><br>She slid down off of his lap and started to walk in the direction of the front of the club. Outside the main doors was a vestibule with black doors going to the inside and glass doors going outside, it wasn't a heavy traffic area this time of night as everyone who was there for the night was likely there and no one usually left this early. It would afford them a little privacy without being completely private. Kiersten still had no idea what she was going to say to him or why she'd really asked him to speak in private, but she knew she needed to. <br><br>It was important to her to find out just how serious he was with Chloe, who she now decided was an&nbsp; old cow and couldn't make him or anyone happy really. It wasn't fair, to her credit, she knew she wasn't being fair. She dumped him, so why did she think she had the right to get territorial with him now? <em>Because you still love him, that's why</em>, she heard her inner voice saying. <br><br>"Of all the times I thought I might run in to you again someday, never, not once did I think it would be here."<br><br>Why didn't you ever tell me? Do you love her? Did seeing me again spark any old feelings for you like it did for me? All these questions went over and over in her mind as she stood there wishing she could find the right words, but maybe a little small talk would be good at first, she just didn't know.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances (josefk67 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 12:23:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam realised that his question must have sounded naive, reflecting how he was taking his fledgling steps into the lifestyle. What he and Chloe had developed together, a deep bond of trust and understanding, had been forged far from the environment he now found himself in. In that sense, in a very private world, he and Chloe had felt wholly comfortable about exploring their deepest and darkest fantasies together. But both of them, in their different ways, had also wondered about how it would feel to make their bond public. Sam had already experienced that evening the pleasure of making men's <em>and </em>women's heads turn at his beautiful slave. But now, at this moment, with Chloe suddenly absent, and his former lover standing in front of him, he felt less assured. Awkward. <br><br>He carefully avoided looking at Mark, fixing his eyes solely on Kiersten. What <em>was </em>going on in her head? Fuck, she was still so beautiful, but in very different ways to Chloe. And he had always adored her eyes, those green pools that glistened now in the dark, inviting, yet impenetrable. He was initially relieved when she began to weave her way towards the relative calm of the entrance to the club, and away from the superciliously obnoxious presence of her, what, 'master'? Why was he a little perturbed by her liaison, or whatever it was, with Mark? So many questions and doubts? What did she <em>want</em> ?? As he followed her, more memories began to shake loose in his mind...It surprised him how easily they seemed to be flooding back, when for so long they had been locked away...He turned round briefly to see if Chloe had been led back by Lauren, but all he could see was Mark gazing idly round the room.<br><br>When Kiersten finally stopped and looked at him, their bodies now closer than they had been for years, her scent seemed to cast a spell over him as it had always done. She always smelt so good, so enticing....<br><br>He shook his head at her comment, then, still bemused. It was as if.... It was as if she had missed him...?<br><br>'Why did you leave me like that? What did I do wrong?'<br><br>He had tried to think of something, <em>anything </em>to say..but there had ultimately been only two questions to ask, the ones that he had asked himself a million times all those years ago, when she had left so abruptly...and disappeared from his life without a trace.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances (josefk67 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 15:44:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				If there was ever a time that Kiersten wished that she had something to hold in her hand, it was now. Something to fidget with, something to focus on other than the question he'd asked her. She knew it would come up, how could it not? She'd cut him off so completely and her reasoning was vague at best, but how could she have told him the real reason. The fact that it was the first thing he'd asked as soon as they were alone though, that was very telling in her mind. <br><br>"Well, you get right to it, don't you?"<br><br>It wasn't an answer really, but she wasn't certain how much she wanted to tell him, how much she should tell him and how much he really wanted to know. Was he asking because it was something just blurted out, or did he really want the raw truth of why she'd ended things, did it even matter? It did, she decided, for she'd want to know if she'd have been in his shoes. <br><br>While she thought of a way to answer him, she couldn't help but glance around. From the corner of her eye she noticed that Mark was still alone at the table, and she had to say that Lauren was good. She'd be sure to thank her later for the distraction, though, the knot in her stomach was giving her some doubt to whether or not this was a good idea. <br><br>"You didn't do anything wrong, but you didn't....you couldn't give me what I needed, at least, I thought you couldn't. I guess I just didn't know how to tell you or was afraid to tell you, so I ended things. Badly I suppose"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances (josefk67 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 17:21:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In many ways, it was unlike him to be quite so blunt, perhaps. But Kiersten's intentions in wanting this time alone with him had thrown Sam completely. The irrevocable split, the absence of contact, of explanation...and now? What was on her mind?<br><br>He knew her first response had been to gain some time. But what <em>for</em>?? What was she trying, hoping to say? Had things changed...? That thought made him feel...well, odd was perhaps the best description. He noted her slightly agitated look around, guessing that she was looking for Lauren and Chloe, who were still absent. Why was she so worried about running out of time? If she had things to tell him, then why this sense of urgency? <br><br>Her answer to his original question, when it finally came, simply confused him more at first.<br><br>'You hurt me,' Sam said simply. 'You hurt me very very deeply.' <br><br>He watched Kiersten's eyes intently for any sign of emotion, of reaction..of remorse. Did she feel bad, truly? <em>Badly, I suppose</em>... Too fucking right she had ended it badly!!!!<br><br>'What was it you needed? I thought we had been able to tell each other everything.' Sam was beginning to feel exasperated now, angry even. After all this time, perhaps now he was feeling the chance to let his anger out, an anger that had been turned inside, upon himself at the time, so stunned he had been by what had transpired.<br><br>'What couldn't you tell me??'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances (josefk67 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 18:13:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She knew she had hurt him, she didn't want to know that, but she had known it at the time and she knew it now as he stood there and said it. What she didn't count on, was still seeing the hurt there. After all these years, she'd had hoped it would have lessened, but how could it have when there had never been a reason so he could truly close that door?<br><br>Standing there, Kiersten tried her best to keep her face as impassive as she could, but it was hard. She didn't want to get emotional and she didn't want to dwell too much on what she now saw as a very regrettable mistake. She only wanted to know if it was one that could be rectified. It could be, it had to be, she refused to believe that he was really in love with Chloe, she was merely a substitute for where his heart really was, and maybe it was wishful thinking on her part, but she would have sworn she felt the same thing from him as he spit out all those questions.<br><br>"This, I needed this"<br><br>She gestured to their surroundings and felt completely foolish as she did it. It wasn't the club or the clothes, it was the relationship she wanted and needed. The rest was nice too,but it was secondary. <br><br>"I needed something more than a plain relationship, as good, no, as great as it was. And it was great, in every other way it was great. But I didn't know how to tell you I needed all this, I couldn't have stood it if you looked at me with disgust because of it. And now you're here, in the middle of it all, and you never told me either"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances (josefk67 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 21:35:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"This, I needed this"</em><br><br>Even as she said it, Sam knew. It had been so obvious, really, seeing her here, in the Black Rose, seeing her obediently doing as Mark wished. Why else would she be here, unless..? But seeing her again had thrown him back to those awful moments when he realised it was over, that she wasn't coming back. How could he think clearly when the past, such a painful past, reared its head so suddenly, so powerfully... <em>If only he'd known.</em> If only she'd <em>said </em>something...<br><br>But she was right. He'd not said anything either, though he'd tried. By <em>God</em>, he'd tried to, longed to, wanted to with every ounce of his being. He'd dreamed of sharing his dark secret and had imagined her excited reaction; but more often he had anticipated just the same rejection that she professed to have feared. And the difference was that he <em>had </em>been rejected by her anyway in the end, and it had hurt. The irony though of <em>why </em>she had left cut him like a blade, slicing him to the bone. They had been perfect, so much more perfect than either of them had realised...and yet they had not taken that step, not been able to share... And life had now passed them by. What had been done could not now be undone...<br><br>Sam looked at Kiersten, suddenly not knowing what to say. He couldn't tell if there were tears in her eyes; perhaps it was some sort of wishful thinking, the hope that she did feel remorse after all this time. But how does one respond to such a cruel twist of fate..?<br><br>Without thinking, he took her in his arms and hugged her tightly against him, burying his head in her hair, realising that he was trembling.<br><br>'I'm sorry, my love, so sorry...'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances (josefk67 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 22:06:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kiersten felt her breath catch in her throat when he pulled her into an embrace. Whatever she thought she was going to say or feel when this moment eventually came, it went straight out of her mind when she felt his head resting on top of hers. Everything inside of her became warm and safe, this was what she'd always wanted, what she'd always needed and now that she felt it, she realized it wasn't hers to keep. <br><br>Burying her face in chest, she inhaled deeply. the scent of him bringing back all the more pleasant memories she had of him and their life together. But there also another smell on him that she couldn't pretend wasn't there. A sweet, almost sickeningly sweet, she thought, scent. It was Chloes perfume. <br><br>She never wanted to let him go, she never wanted to give up this moment, for she knew as soon as they stepped back through those black doors, he would be gone again. Now that she'd found him again, Kiersten wasn't so eager to let him go. The way that he'd taken her in her arms had her facing into the club, and she saw that Lauren and Chloe were back at the table, she saw Chloe looking around as if to see where Sam had gone off to. Good, she thought, let her wonder. <br><br>"I should have told you, we should have told each other and now we've lost so much, so much time that...."<br><br>She couldn't finish the thought, again afraid to speak the words, he was there with another woman for gods sake, what was she doing?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances (josefk67 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 22:25:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It felt so good to hold her again, he had almost forgotten how good she smelt. Almost... Her body pressing into his suddenly felt so right; but it was too late. So much had happened to drive them apart, and their fates had led them down different paths, only to bring them together again, no longer ignorant of the desires the other had held, but dared not speak. As they held each other, as she buried her head into his chest, for the briefest flicker of a moment, he imagined Kiersten on her knees, in a rubber dress, bound, gagged...in Chloe's place. Imperceptibly, he tried to shake the thought from his head.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Chloe!</em><br><br>His collared slave, his beautiful redemption, the one who had ultimately unlocked his desires.<br><br>Kiersten's words washed over him, and slowly, dowsed the fires that had started to ignite within, deep within. <em>So much time</em>...Time had only healed Sam because Chloe had taken the time, given of her time.<br><br>I'm sorry, Kiersten,' he said again, pulling away from her now, glancing through the doors to see Chloe back at the table, standing, searching for him. 'Chloe means the world to me and I think we have to accept that the door has closed for us.' He looked sadly at her, feeling suddenly cold, her warmth no longer pulsing through him.<br><br>He turned then, and pushed open the door of the club and held it open for her to walk through. 'We ought to get back.'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances (josefk67 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 22:51:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sam, wait..."<br><br>He stopped when she called to him and she knew she should just let him walk away. He was right, the door closed on them a long time ago, she had to accept that. But how could she do that now, now that she realized, after only minutes with him, that she still loved him, that part of her had never really stopped. How could she just let him walk away? <br><br>She had let him go once before because she was too afraid to tell him how she felt and what she needed. Was she going to do the same thing now? Maybe it was too late, and maybe this was for nothing, but she needed to let him know where her head, more importantly her heart, was at. That it had always been his. <br><br>He'd moved on, she hadn't. He'd found someone else to love and that now he was saying meant the world to him, but he didn't say he was madly in love with her, as he'd once said about her. He hadn't said that Chloe was his reason for getting up or that she held his heart so firmly he could and would never let her go. <br><br>"Maybe that door did close, and we should get back, yes. But you have to know something first. I never stopped loving you, and seeing you here, like this, I think....no, I know...I still do"<br><br>With that she walked past him and into the club, though she didn't know if her legs were steady enough to take her back to the table.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances (josefk67 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 21:12:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Why was she telling him this <em>now</em>?? Too many years too late!! All the hurt she had caused him, and now, with anguish on her face that had been wholly absent when she had told him it was over, so how was he supposed to react..?? As she told him that she had never stopped loving him, that she still did love him, Sam felt overwhelmed by exasperation...and that reaction in itself knocked him for six. Just an hour ago, his world had seemed at peace, in equilibrium. His emotions were clear to him, his feelings for Chloe uncomplicated, pure, embracing all that they had forged together. The touch of her skin, the smell of her scent, the sparkle in her eyes, the way she offered herself to him totally, without condition...<br><br>...and yet just a few moments with Kiersten, and everything had gone hazy, indistinct. he felt, as he walked back to the table in Kiersten's wake, as if the club were moving in slow motion and he was only able to perceive it through stroboscopic light. It was dizzying, disorientating, and his senses were in turmoil. Much though he tried to, the thought of dominating Kiersten, of taking possession of her in the ways he had fantasised about in the past, began to haunt him. It was if the fantasy of Kiersten and the reality of Chloe were fighting for possession of his soul...and he did not know what to do.<br><br>When Chloe saw him approach the table at last, he could see her gagged lips begin to smile blissfully around the red ballgag that filled her mouth; when she realised that he had been with Kiersten, a slight frown began to creep across her face.She offered him a quizzical look then, pleading almost, as if she had sensed what might have been said between the returnees to the table.<br><br>The closer Sam came to Chloe, the easier it became to start to put the images of Kiersten, that begun to sweep through his mind, to one side. he smiled at Chloe then, whose features instantly relaxed, and she demurely lowered her eyes and with that balletic elegance of hers, knelt down alongside the chair he had been sitting in. As he touched her hair softly, Chloe moved into him again, reacting to his touch, and it gave Sam a surge of strength. He had a desperate need now to take his slave downstairs, to play with her, to feel that dominant lust carry him away....and in that moment he pictured himself making dirty, kinky love with her when they got back to his apartment.<br><br>Yet while he studiously avoided Kiersten's gaze, as much hoping not to exacerbate her own personal turmoil, he felt that a part of him wanted to use Chloe to stop his memories of his former flame from combining with those fleeting fantasies that her declaration of love had stimulated. Whether he liked it or not, the sudden realisation of Kiersten's submissive desires had taken root inside him, even if just in a small way. And the thought of her being in some way controlled my Mark irritated him even more now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances (josefk67 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 22:30:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kiersten felt sick as she sat back down at the table. Why, why had she told him that she loved him still? How could she humiliate herself that way? What did she think was going to happen? That he'd declare his love for her as well and they would live happily ever after? She was such a fool she thought. All she'd wanted to do then and there was go home and bury her head and pretend she hadn't exposed herself so fully to a man who was clearly with someone else now. <br><br>She refused to look directly at either Sam or Chloe and if there was any conversation going on around her at the table, she wasn't hearing a word of it. It might have been ten minutes or might have been about an hour for all she knew when she finally heard her name being said. <br><br>"Lauren and I are going to get you the application packet, now that you've seen the club. You can take it home and think it over if you are interested in joining or not. In the meantime, Kiersten will give you the tour of where everything is"<br><br>It would have drawn too many questions if she'd refused the very simple request, so she had little choice. The last thing in the world she wanted to do was to show the pair of the them around the club, show them the fun they could have here together, fun that she could have been having with Sam had they only been honest with each other sooner. <br><br>"Of course, I'd be happy to, why don't you both follow me and we'll get started"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances (josefk67 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 22:02:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It felt good to be back with Chloe by his side, feeling her push into him, having her scent cast a spell all around him, allowing him to feel his dominance, a dominance that she had allowed him to express, begin to pulse through him again. He continued to stroke her hair and it was soothing. He wondered if she had truly been troubled by his brief interlude with Kiersten, now that she realised the significance of this rendezvous afetr all this time. She had nothing to be worried about, did she?<br><br>But the simple fact of feeling as if he had to reassure himself of that, troubled Sam slightly. He stole a quick glance at Kiersten, to see if he could work out how she was feeling. It was clear that she was shaken, and he sensed her embarrassment at having admitted what she just had. It was funny how easily he found it to read her expressions, even though ultimately she had surprised him when she had left. And she had done it again, by declaring her feelings for him now. A strong instinct in him made him want to give her a hug...but that would probably just muddy already murky waters all the more.<br><br>He was glad that Mark and Lauren seemed to be engrossed in idle chitchat with passers-by, appearing no to have noticed anything untoward, and he began to wonder how he could extricate himself and Chloe from this awkward atmosphere at the table and go and explore. But what had seemed such an exciting proposition before, now felt like it had become far too loaded and significant. He wasn't sure he could come back to the club after tonight..<br><br>...so when Mark started talking about getting the application sorted out, Sam was gripped by the irony. That Mark then offered Kiersten as a guide, made Sam's tummy churn again. He wanted to reassure his hosts that he and Chloe were perfectly happy to explore by themselves, perhaps as much to spare Kiersten the anguish, maybe even the humiliation of having to be with them. God, he had never hated her, not even at the time....He had just been bereft, helpless.... He still felt....<br><br><em>Of course, I'd be happy to, why don't you both follow me and we'll get started"</em><br><br>Sam knew she didn't mean a word of it, but was helpless to know what to do. 'It's Ok, really. Chloe and I can have a look-see ourselves. I wouldn't want you to...' To what? To feel awkward? Humiliated? Jealous? '...to....to feel you had to.' He was trying to give her an out...but knew it was probably futile...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances (josefk67 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 22:19:49</strong>
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				"Nonesense, Kiersten doesn't mind doing it, and, you do need to have a full member give you the tour and explain the rules downstairs, its club policy"<br><br>That was that, Mark had answered for her and she wouldn't have refused in any case and humiliate herself further by getting emotional. The way he kept glancing at her made her think that he still cared, that there was still something there for him as well, but then he would stroke Chloe's hair or give her a look that spoke volumes. Maybe it was irrational, but she despised Chloe, her very being. <br><br>Getting up, she started showing them around top floor of the club, the bar area, the more private area in the back where they had more comfortable seating. She introduced Sam to a few people here and there and then Chloe more as an afterthought, as if she'd forgotten the other woman's presence. When Sam was chatting with someone she'd introduced him to for a moment, one of the clubs board members, she took a moment to speak to Chloe, even though she couldn't quite speak back.<br><br>" That's really a lovely dress, wherever did you get it? I have some friends who are always looking for the hard to fit or irregular body type clothing"<br><br>Of course, she said it low enough that Sam wouldn't hear, she didn't want to be thought of as petty and jealous, even if she was feeling petty and jealous. <br><br>Downstairs she showed them to the play area and pointed everything out, explained the very basic rules, do's and donts. She glanced between the two of them several times before knowing she had to go back upstairs, she simply couldn't take it if they decided to make use of the equipment, knowing they were going to was one thing, but she'd be dammed if she would stand there and watch it. <br><br>"I think that's everything, do you have any questions?"<br><br>Please, she thought, don't have any questions. The sooner she could get herself back upstairs, the sooner she could feign a migraine and call a cab to go home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances (josefk67 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 19:13:55</strong>
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				Sam had genuinely hoped that Kiersten would have been able to refuse to take them around, to spare herself what he imagined would be the more pronounced awkwardness of having to show him and Chloe parts of the club, that she might have wished to be frequenting with him. He was still reeling from her confession. After all this time, he really had no idea what to do or say. He felt no bitterness, no wish to hurt her feelings. But it was clear that Mark was allowing her no respite - surely he must have known about the past if his wife did too? - even if his real target was Sam. Sam had never really been paranoid, but he was starting to feel that this guy had some kind of ulterior motive, perhaps to drive a wedge between Sam and Chloe. Either way, it was unpleasant, and had really made him feel that they would never come to this place again.<br><br>He put his arm round Chloe as they followed Kiersten's quite perfunctory tour of the club, pointing out the different areas. She introduced them to one of the club's leading lights, and while he was enduring excruciating small talk with the guy, his mind whirring still at what had happened over the past half an hour or so, he was conscious that Kiersten was addressing Chloe in quiet tones. What on earth would she have to say to her? As the guy droned on about bottom lines and profits - shit, did kinkiness have to be so <em>dull</em>? - Sam tried to gauge Chloe's reaction, but she seemed as placid as usual, causing him to sigh with relief. Kiersten had never seemed to have a cruel bone in her body and he hoped that she had not developed any now.<br><br>As they followed her downstairs, Chloe smiled at him, and his heart leapt, feeding a little more off her obvious excitement, although somehow the edge had gone out of his own anticipation of what they might found in the basement. he was surprised that it was not so busy down here; maybe the club was predominantly a place to see and be seen, rather than a place to play. he really did feel a little like a fish out of water, after all this time of imagining how such an experience would be!<br><br>He saw the various crosses, and rings on the walls, and bondage horses and whipping posts...and he felt a little flicker of desire; but no more than that. When Kiersten asked if they had any questions, he really wasn't sure what to say. She seemed to have her bravest face on, and his heart went out to her...but he could feel Chloe's warmth against him, the way she pushed into him gently, resting her head on his shoulder. <br><br>'No, thank you, Kiersten,' he said softly.&nbsp; 'You go back upstairs and have some fun.'<br><br>He regretted his comment immediately, knowing it was probably wishful thinking on his part in view of her heartrending declaration of love.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances (josefk67 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 21:55:37</strong>
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				So many thoughts ran through her head as she was ultimately dismissed and sent on her way. It took all the restraint she had not to make some petty comment to the effect that animals were not allowed on the furniture or that the suspension equipment had a weight limit on it. That would have been petty, and it wouldn't have put her in a favorable light. No, if she was going to get what she wanted, or even have a chance, then she had to be smart about it, and letting her claws show was not the way to go about it. <br><br>"Well you know where to find us if you have any questions then"<br><br>Kiersten smiled and turned, walking back up the stairs. She took herself up at a slow pace, refusing to run and retreat, to show that she'd been gotten to. She was humiliated enough and she certainly didn't need to add to that. <br><br>Upstairs, she sat down at the table with Mark and Lauren and tried to keep her spirits up. Lauren had a good idea of what was going on and knew much of her history, she had no idea how much of that she'd shared with Mark though and wasn't in the mood to go through the entire story just then, not when she'd just relived it and lost. Well, the loss didn't have to be permanent. <br><br>"Do you want us to take you home? You look a little tired"<br><br>"No, no I'm fine I'm just..."<br><br>What was she? She was anxious and antsy, she wanted something but didn't have a clue as to what that would be.<br><br>"I think I'm just a little tense and you know what would really help with that? If we could go downstairs and play"<br><br>It was unusual for Kiersten to be the one to initiate a scene, especially at the club. but it wasn't unheard of either. To her mind, Sam could see exactly what he was missing. Yes Chloe was a beautiful woman though she was loath to admit it, but Kiersten knew her youth and her body made her the far better looking of the pair. It wasn't vanity she told herself, it was simply fact. <br><br>They headed downstairs and walked over to one of the pieces of equipment, it was a large open frame that had restraints on both the top and the bottom, for the hands and the feet. Kiersten didn't bother to start to undress, for she knew Mark would do it for her, and the club didn't allow for full nudity in any case. As he slid one of her hands into the restraint, he gaze went to Sam for just a moment before she looked back at Mark. She wondered if this would affect him the way being dismissed had affected her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances (josefk67 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 01:40:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam might have marvelled at the activity downstairs in dungeon area of the club far more if he were not still troubled by Kiersten's admission of her feelings for him. How could they have been together for so long and yet never felt able to share their mutually dark secret with each other? If they couldn't have admitted to that, did that mean that they probably shouldn't have been together? But, most unsettling of all for Sam, given his presence in the dungeon with this raven-haired submissive beauty alongside him, bound and gagged, was the way that he could not leave the past completely and immerse himself in the present.<br><br>He knew Chloe had begun to sense his unease. She had known a little of his past with Kiersten - he had always found it very easy to be open about his feelings - but then she knew too that she had been the key to his darkness. She had been the one who had, in some ways, topped from the bottom by willingly surrendering herself to him, to draw him out of himself and take possession. When she had asked him to tie her up, his heart had nearly pounded right out of his chest...and he had had no idea that the harmony he and Chloe had found might be challenged in some way, in <em>any </em>way. But seeing Kiersten.... It was as if something had changed...but Sam wasn't sure what...<br><br>Sam led Chloe around the play area, and did eventually begin to relax again. Breathing in the scent of his slave, feeling her warmth alongside him, watching the glow in her eye as she took in all the activity available...He knew that she would be wet now. And that thought made him suddenly wish that they were back at his flat. No longer did he want to show this beauty off. He wanted to possess her totally; he wanted to play with her...he wanted to fuck her.<br><br>...and then, as he turned and contemplated leaving, Kiersten came down the stairs with Mark, and went straight across to one of the frames, where her companion proceeded to fasten her to the restraints...<br><br>Sam froze...<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances (josefk67 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 21:35:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Normally, the rare occasions that Kiersten would play in public, she would insist on being blindfolded. It was the only way she was able to shut out everyone else walking by, idle conversations happening in various corners, the loud sounds that some people made as they too were in the middle of a scene, but tonight, she told Mark to leave it off. She wanted, no, she needed to see Sam's face, his eyes, his expressions as she was up there. She wanted to know if he was thinking the same thing she was, that it should be him there instead of Mark, and that it should be her at his side instead of Chloe.<br><br>She felt the cool rush of air on her skin as her dress was unzipped from the back and was pushed down her body until she heard Mark telling her to step out of it. It still made her uncomfortable to be in this position in public and she doubted she'd ever really get used to it, but tonight, there was only one person she was wondering if he would stay and watch. Of course he would, she thought, how could he not, at least for a little while. Curiosity would have to get the better of him.<br><br>Kiersten barely even noticed when Mark rubbed in a small amount of oil to her back or when he lit a candle to let some of the wax melt down on to her skin. All the different sensations she was experiencing she allowed to take her and her thoughts off of Sam for the moment. She closed her eyes and let herself go only opening them every so often to see if he was still watching and if she could tell what he was thinking. 
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