Getting Rowdy

A Club Irons Novel

Drew Sera

Special Thanks

Greg - Thank you for being that part of “Blake”

Krissi - Thank you so much for everything. You were there every step of the way with this one. You’re an amazing PA, but even a better friend.

Mr. B - Thank you for showing me that my dreams are within reach, and not to be afraid to reach for them.

Wicked Wonders Street Team - I thank all of you for your support and everything that you do for me.

Contents

Copyright

1. September 1991

2. April 1996

3. April 1996

4. April 1996

5. April 1996

6. April 1996

7. April 1996

8. April 1996

9. April 1996

10. April 1996

11. April 1996

12. May 1996

13. September 1996

14. September 1996

15. September 1996

16. September 1996

17. September 1996

18. September 1996

19. September 1996

20. December 1996

21. February 2003

22. February 2003

23. March 2003

24. March 2003

25. March 2003

26. March 2003

27. March 2003

28. June 2003

29. June 2003

30. June 2003

31. June 2003

32. July 2003

Epilogue

Sneak Peek at Descent

Drew Sera

Getting Rowdy

A Club Irons Novel

by

Drew Sera

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. No person, brand or corporation mentioned in this book should be taken to have endorsed this book nor should the events surrounding them be considered in any way factual. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Warning

This book contains sexually explicit scenes, adult language and disturbing scenes that may be difficult to read or considered offensive to some readers. This book contains content that is not suitable for readers under the age of 18.

Disclaimer

Please do not try any sexual practice, especially those that might be found within the scope of BDSM/Fetish kink without the guidance of an experienced professional. Author is not responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from use of the information contained in any of its titles.

Copyright © 2017 Drew Sera

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission from the author.

Cover Design by © Krissi Kissain

Interior Design by © Drew Sera

Chapter One

September 1991

The second I saw the manila envelope angled in the mailbox, my heart began pounding. Was this going to be the day? Maybe this was finally good news. Cautiously I pulled it from the mailbox, abandoning all the other mail. I typically flip through the mail as I carry it inside, but today I had very little interest. My thoughts were solely on the possible contents of the manila envelope.

Once inside, I went straight to the kitchen and tossed all of the mail on the counter, except for the manila envelope. My wife was talking, asking if there was anything good in the mail. I smirked.

“Good? No. Excellent? Possibly, yes,” I said as she came into the kitchen.

I held up the envelope so she could see that it was from the State of Nevada. I smiled as her eyes widened and she took a seat at the counter. I knew she was holding her breath for me as I undid the brass clasp and pulled out the contents. Without even looking at it, I knew I was holding something special; something I’ve wanted for a very long time.

“Dear Mr. Blake Eriksson, after further review of the documents and plans, your request for permits and license of your proposed adult entertainment venue has now been approved,” I read out loud as Cathy gasped and clapped her hands.

I continued to read as Cathy wrapped her arms around me and kissed my cheek.

“Included you’ll find your permits and license for Irons.”

I glanced at many of the warnings about the responsibility of maintaining a license for an adult venue along with the liquor license. I was elated as I stared down at the certificate with my club name, Irons, prominently printed on it. Under it gleamed my name as the owner. Damn fucking right.

There was so much that I wanted to take care of right away, but first I gave Cathy that look. She lowered herself to the floor, placed the backs of her hands on the top of her thighs, and looked up at me through her long eyelashes.

I maintained eye contact with Cathy as I walked toward her while unfastening my belt. Thankfully, she could deep throat like nobody's business, and she loved the act of oral sex. After pulling the belt from the loops, I reached for Cathy's wrists and bound them together with the belt. A smile crept onto my face as I watched her struggle a bit to tug my pants and underwear down. As my cock sprang free, I hooked my fingers between the belt and her soft flesh and pulled upward. Restrained with the belt, I held her arms stretched high above her head. I loved how that position of her arms made her breasts push up naturally.

"Suck," I instructed.

Cathy's mouth took my cock, and she went to work on me. While she blew me, I began fantasizing about eventually doing this and so much more in Irons. I knew the very first theme room that I was going to design would be a classroom. And I couldn't wait to get Cathy as a dirty girl needing to be punished in that classroom.

My thoughts wandered to punishing Cathy in the classroom...or teaching Cathy in this exact position.

"Mmm, that's it, my little cock hungry slut," I praised.

My wife really did love cock, and of course, I made sure she had it. Her nose was pressed against my abdomen as she took all of me. When I felt her teeth graze the base of my cock, I let go and filled her mouth with my warm fluid.

"Fuuuuck! Take it all like a good little slut."

As I was softening in her mouth and she was cleaning me up, I moved my hand from gripping the belt and wrapped my hand around the clasped fist her hands molded together to form. I was checking the temperature of her hands to ensure she wasn't going numb and to gauge how long I may, or may not have. They were starting to cool, so I removed her hands from the clutches of the belt and guided them lower until they were by her side.

Crouching in front of her, I smiled widely and dragged a cum string from her lipstick smeared face with my thumb.

“Beautiful.”

"I just sucked off the owner of Irons," she said lightly.

I laughed and nodded. My club was coming, and it was going to be the best club of its kind.

Chapter Two

April 1996

"Still with me, darling?"

I checked on Cathy as I took hold of the flogger with my left hand to free up my right hand. I gave her ass a few firm slaps and ran my hand gently up her back, following the pattern of the letter "X" I had created on her flesh.

"Yes, Sir," tumbled out of her mouth.

I moved to the side of the St. Andrew's Cross and took hold of her chin, turning her face, so she was forced to look at me. Cathy loves being flogged on the cross, and this is usually where I get her to climb to sub-space. She smiled at me, shut her eyes and gave me a content, "More, please, Sir."

More it is.

I found my rhythm and became so engrossed in flogging her as I listened to her soft moans. I was fixated on the beautiful red and pink hues that now decorated her back. Feeling the burn in my muscles from flogging in the rhythm, I lowered my arm and moved to check on Cathy’s arms and hands. She had been bound to the cross for a while, and I needed to pay attention to her limbs. They weren’t cold, but cooling.

Our time was limited, so I dropped the flogger, undid my pants and slapped her ass with my hard on.

“Mmm, yes, please, Sir.”

“Does my dirty little slut want my cock?”

“Please, Sir.”

I ran the palm of my hand between her legs; she was soaked. With my hand soaked in her juices, I coated my cock with it. Parting her ass cheeks, I guided my cock to her asshole.

“Ready, my filthy girl?”

“Please, Sir.”

I wrapped my hand around my cock while I pushed it into her ass. I didn’t go slow or stop for her to acclimate. I moved all in one fluid motion. Cathy loved anal sex, and often I only used enough lube just to get inside. No more. She was a little bit masochistic and enjoyed the burn. I found it sexy as hell. I fucked her ass until she begged me to permit her to come. With my granted permission, she filled our dungeon stall with her ear-piercing shrieks of pleasure. As she came, the entrance of her ass grabbed my cock and tried to force me out. No, no. I reached around and pinched her nipples while I stayed buried deep in her ass. Finally, my body gave in to this woman as I impaled her, and shot warm jets of cum up her ass.

Knowing that she had been up on the cross for a while, and her hands were starting to cool before I buried myself up her ass, I went ahead and pulled out. I undid the cuffs and her arms fell away from the cross.

“Come here, sweetheart,” I instructed gently as I pulled her into my arms.

Cathy wrapped her arms around my waist and we stood there for a moment together. I kissed her head and told her that I loved her.

“I love you too, Sir.”

Hand in hand, we went to the care stations, and I treated her back with lotion while the two of us came down. I loved taking care of her after a play session; hell, I enjoyed taking care of her all of the time.

We finally made our way back upstairs to the main floor and sat down at one of the couches. One of the club slaves brought us over some water and a small bowl of munchie mix. I encouraged Cathy to drink and eat a little something while I surveyed the main room to see what else might be going on around us.

A few scenes were going on, though light in content. More of the heavier stuff happened downstairs in the dungeon stalls or upstairs in the private theme room.

My good friend, Paul, acknowledged me from across the room and headed over. He sat down in a chair next to the couch and glanced at Cathy.

“That’s a beautiful red ‘X’ you put on her tonight,” he commented.

“Thanks. I already got some lotion on it,” I assured Paul.

“Lotion? Fuck, Blake, don’t be such a pussy. You could have left it unattended and raw. It would have itched some for her. Reminded her for days you had been there and what you did,” Paul said jokingly.

I shook my head at him.

“First off, I’m not a sadist. Second, she’s not a hard-core masochist. And third, she’ll be reminded of it for days because I blew my load up her ass.”

He and I shared a laugh, and then he told me about his evening outside in the lagoon pool.

“I had this cute little couple out there. They took turns sucking me and licking my ass. Took them over to the tree, tied both of them to it, and took a cane to them. I think the guy screamed more than his little girlfriend did.”

Paul was very amused with himself, and I sighed. He enjoyed rough play and always had a little bottom or a young couple to play with. Paul was a sadist right down to the bone. He was bi-sexual and loved cock and ball torture with the younger guys. I tilted my glass back and finished the water when he began again.

“Meetings start at nine in the morning tomorrow?” Paul asked me.

He was referring to our selection for the annual mentor program which starts back up tomorrow. Safety and education were paramount to me in this lifestyle and in Irons. I feel that the older and experienced Doms and Dommes have a responsibility to the BDSM community by mentoring those just entering the lifestyle and scene. What they learn from us, will help them create a safe atmosphere either while they’re playing in Irons, or away from the club. I invested a ton of time and resources to our mentorship program. Many applicants applied every year, but we only took a handful so we could give them a lot of quality time.

My current board, which I titled “Masters and Mistresses,” was made up of a mixture of experienced Doms and Dommes. We meet once a year to interview potential new members who are interested in hands on training in the lifestyle. Each of my board members meets individually with all of the applicants, and then we all meet as a group. We begin narrowing it down until there are at most five.

Five is a controllable number to where none of the board members feel bogged down, and also so that the applicants get a well-rounded experience. All of the candidates go through a background check and a psychological evaluation too. I put too much on the line with Irons for me not to go the extra length to ensure the safety of everyone who enters the club. If the psychological evaluation flags someone as possibly having anger issues, I send them to another psychologist for a second opinion and then a third. I want to be certain. If they’re all flagging it, then I don’t want that individual in the program, and honestly, I don’t want them in the club at all. It’s a liability for everyone.

Thankfully, that hasn’t been an issue yet.

Typically, a few of the board members will mentor one newcomer. It’s worked very well for us, and I feel we have an excellent success rate with molding and guiding them into future trainers. I looked forward to our new inductees each year.

“Yes, nine sharp. We have a full day ahead of us tomorrow, so I think Cathy and I are going to head home.”

“Sounds good. I’ll probably leave too. I was going to read up tonight on the applicants we’re meeting with tomorrow.”

I frowned because I hoped to hell he had actually already read through the applicant info sheets and hadn’t saved them all for tonight.

“Please tell me you’re not just starting this tonight, Paul.”

I had a series of forms and paperwork for all applicants along with a huge questionnaire. The applicants had received this packet about a month ago as it would take some time for them to complete and really think about.

“I’ve read them multiple times and have studied them. I have my interview questions ready for them. I just want to review some of them again to make sure I’m not forgetting something or overlooking anything.”

With my arm wrapped around Cathy, I waved over my shoulder at Paul. It was still late by the time Cathy and I got home. Cathy shed her clothes just before she began her evening routine of removing her makeup. I carefully ran my fingers along the red marks on Cathy’s back.

“I’m going to rub some more lotion on this before bed. Does it hurt?”

“Hurt? No. It feels good. Warm, in fact.”

I let out a deep laugh before lowering to kiss her back.

“Warm like the load I left in you.”

I gave her ass a swat and rubbed a little more lotion on her back. As we lie in bed, she thanked me for putting lotion on her and not leaving it raw, as Paul had suggested.

“Darling, I love you. Harming you doesn’t do a thing for me. Hearing you scream out in pleasure does something to me, not hearing you scream in pain.”

“Paul likes to hear people scream out in pain.”

“He does. It’s his thing, darling.”

Before I dozed off, I thought about my wonderful evening at the club and looked forward to meeting the new applicants tomorrow.

* * *

I woke to Cathy’s mouth licking my balls while her hand moved up and down my shaft while the thumb of her other hand stroked my perineum. I was hard and needed to come.

“Mmm, my little cock hungry wife doesn’t know that she’s playing with fire this morning.”

I reached down and brushed her dark brown hair off her face. She looked up at me with intense, playful eyes. She tongued my balls and withdrew her head slowly while applying a slight bit more suction before letting one of my balls plop out of her mouth.

“Maybe I do know what I’m playing with…Sir.”

I considered her for a moment. Topping from the bottom a tad this morning. I made a tsking noise and saw the flash in her eyes. She was aware that I knew exactly what she was doing.

“Well, my little fire starter, go to the dresser and bring me the clover clamps along with the chain that attaches for the clit clamp. Bring them back and then kneel on the bed, legs parted.”

Cathy brought me all the items I requested and kneeled as instructed on the bed. I tweaked her nipples before attaching the clover clamps. Her hiss made me smile. While holding the center of the chain that attached the two clover clamps, I attached the chain and let the clit clamp dangle for a moment.

“Topping from the bottom doesn’t quite get you what you want, darling. It will get you very sore nipples and an aching clit. It will also get you my hard cock up your ass. Now, stick your lovely finger in your pussy, get it nice and wet, and rim your ass. You have five seconds to get it as lubed as you can.”

My cock throbbed as I watched Cathy quickly try to drench her finger and lube her asshole. When I reached the count of five, I motioned her to straddle my legs.

“Now take those pretty hands and part your ass and get ready to take it.”

As soon as her cheeks were parted, I pushed my cock all the way in and held her by her hips.

“How does it feel, darling?

“Full, Sir.”

“Exactly. Get used to the full feeling today because after I fuck this ass and fill it with cum, you’re going to wear the largest butt plug we have. And you’ll keep it in until I return from the club.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now, bounce on my cock.”

Cathy bounced and rode my cock until I came. After I was done spurting, I guided her into position with her head on the mattress and ass in the air. I found the largest plug and put it in her mouth to moisten it.

“Pull your cheeks apart,” I instructed.

Again, without being slow or stopping along the way for her to acclimate, I pushed the plug in.

“Mmph,” she mumbled.

I gave her ass a swat and removed the clamps.

“Now, I’m running late, darling. Please prepare a quick breakfast while I get ready.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I watched her cautiously walk out of the room before heading to the bathroom. I felt excellent. I was excited about today and just emptied my balls in my beautiful sub. I quickly shaved and put on black dress pants and a gray button down shirt. I held Cathy on my lap while I ate a quick breakfast. Though I was running behind schedule, spending at least a few tender minutes with Cathy was essential for both of us.

Chapter Three

April 1996

I eagerly waited for my baggage to arrive at the crowded carousel. Now that I was on the ground, I was growing more excited with each passing minute. Grabbing my suitcase, I made my way to the cab stand. Never a shortage for cabs, and one was waiting for me.

"Where to, buddy?"

"MGM," I said.

I had my registration paper in hand and couldn't wait to get checked in, grab a bite to eat, study a little and get a decent night of sleep. I made my way through the expanse of the MGM Grand's lobby and registration area and took my place in line. Each time I came to Vegas, this is where I stayed, so the lobby and I were well acquainted.

"Hello, sir. Welcome to the MGM Grand. How may I help you?"

As I approached the counter, I noticed her eyes moved up and down my body. I often receive looks like this, and it makes me laugh.

"Checking in, please," I said while I retrieved my paperwork and pulled my license from my wallet.

"Wonderful. What's the last name the reservation is under?"

"Graves."

I slid my registration confirmation across the counter to her and flashed a smile. Her cheeks grew red as she took my paper. A few moments passed before she even looked down at my paperwork.

She cleared her throat before confirming my first name, "Anthony?"

I nodded and pushed my I.D. toward her. She smiled again, checked my license and looked up at me. She passed it off well as appearing to look at my picture I.D. and my face. I smiled at her again, and she snapped out of whatever she was daydreaming about and began typing.

"I see you've stayed with us before on numerous occasions. Thank you for returning to us." There was a brief pause while she was typing and looking at the screen, though she kept looking up at me. "So, what brings you to Las Vegas, Mr. Graves? Business or pleasure?" she asked.

"Both."

She was apparently trying to drag this out as long as she could and keep me talking.

"Are you attending a convention or conference?"

"Something like that," I smiled at her.

"Mr. Graves, are you interested in a free upgrade?"

"That would be great. Does it have a large tub that I can lean back and relax in?" I toyed with her a bit and watched the red color decorate her face.

"Yes, this particular room has everything."

"Thank you," I paused and made it obvious that I was checking her name tag that was perfectly placed just above her breast. "Margaret. You've been most helpful."

"Will you need two keys?" Margaret asked.

"It's just me. One key is sufficient, though Margaret if I lose it, can I come get a new one from you?"

She smiled brightly, and the red of her cheeks seemed to get darker.

"Yes! Of course, Mr. Graves. Here is your key and you're on the top floor. Do you need assistance with your bag or locating the elevator?"

"I've got it covered. Remember, I've stayed here before."

"Oh, yeah, sorry. Well, do enjoy your stay with us, Mr. Graves," she nervously fanned her face.

I winked at her before adding, "Thank you again, Margaret. Have an enjoyable evening."

"You too, Mr. Graves," Margaret called out as I was leaving the check-in counter.

I made my way through the casino, passing several restaurants on my way to the elevators. I was fucking hungry. After a full day, I barely had time to eat an apple on my way to the airport right after class. Traffic was terrible, as it usually is.

The elevator ride took forever to reach my floor. I finally got to my room and immediately walked over to the huge window and gazed out. Darkness was falling over the city that I once lived in. The lights of the city were coming to life as they silently encouraged an energy that I've found in no other place.

I began to unbutton my shirt while gazing out over the Strip. My mind began racing around, and I thought about events that led to me moving to California. I quickly shook it from my mind and pulled the button shirt off, but continued to stare out the window. I rubbed my hand over my chest and cleared my head. This weekend is too important for me not to have a clear head about me.

I crossed the room to my bag, took out a clean t-shirt and just as I was pulling it on, the phone in the room rang.

"Hello," I said into the receiver.

"Mr. Graves, this is Margaret at the front desk. I’m calling to make sure the room is a comfortable temperature, and everything is to your liking."

I glanced around the room. It was a really nice hotel room. Actually, I think I was in a suite. Though on all my previous trips to Vegas I've stayed at the MGM, I've just had regular rooms. This was much bigger, and there was a couch and a bunch of other amenities.

"Yes, Margaret. Everything is just fine. Thank you for calling."

As I got off the phone, my stomach gurgled, reminding me that I needed food. I glanced at the card that told me about all of the restaurants inside the hotel and headed down to the casino. I stood in front of the steakhouse and looked over the menus they had posted near the host stand. It smelled so good, and I nearly went in, until I noticed most of the people entering were in “fine dining attire.” My jeans and blue t-shirt were not going to cut it. I meandered around and finally settled on the coffee shop. I was starving by the time my food arrived. I ate quickly and returned to the room to look over the packet I received a while back from Irons.

I scoured the documents again making sure I answered everything thoroughly and hadn't overlooked anything. Tomorrow was my shot. I had visited many dungeons and BDSM clubs up and down California, and while each of them was unique in their own way, there was something really special to me about Irons in Vegas.

The atmosphere of Irons was hard to beat. There wasn't a single detail that was missed in that club. The dungeon was in the lower level, and the cells were all made of stone and sconces flickered from the walls. The theme rooms were neat, though I had only played in one. The dungeon was where I felt most at ease. I had been catching flights to visit Irons on the weekends for a while now and had learned of their mentoring program. They open it up once a year and the opportunity is great. All of their experienced members earned the "Master" or "Mistress" title. And I wanted to earn that too. I knew the chips were stacked high because even the inexperienced people that were applying were much older than I was, and still somewhat experienced. But I was hungry for this.

I picked up the welcome letter that accompanied my packet and read over it for the millionth time.

"Thank you, Mr. Graves, for your interest in the mentoring program at Irons. The enclosed documents are extensive and will demonstrate the seriousness and professional approach we take to ensure inductees to the program are the perfect fit. In addition to the paperwork, you will also be subject to independent medical and psychological exams, full background check, series of interviews by the existing Masters and Mistresses and the necessary funds to become a full member of Irons. Best of luck to you!"

It was signed by the owner, Blake Eriksson. I sighed and leaned back on the couch. Annual membership fees were twenty-five grand. I had it ready. I set the alarm clock and climbed in bed. I have wanted many things in life, but nothing quite like this.

Chapter Four

April 1996

Turns out that I wasn't as late as I feared that I might have been. I pulled in my designated parking spot and headed inside. The parking lot was full, and I knew that I had a busy weekend in front of me. The interview and exams would begin today for the applicants and run until five, then the applicants were expected to be back this evening for the club opening at eight. They would shadow Dungeon Monitors tonight, and Saturday night. Saturday and Sunday, we start back up at nine each day. Hopefully, by Sunday, I will know which four or five we will induct. I've read over all of the applicant info packets several times, and we had a very well qualified pool to select from, but on paper is one thing and in person an entirely different beast.

I walked around and introduced myself to each applicant before addressing the entire group and letting them know what they could expect over the course of the weekend. I broke the groups off; some went for the psych exam, some went for the medical exams, and the rest began the interviews. Most of the applicants were already frequent visitors to the club, so they all knew the establishment and my expectations to create a safe, fun and enriching environment.

I joined Paul, two Masters and two Mistresses at a table and pulled over the file folder on the top candidate. The gentleman had been tinkering in the lifestyle for many years and had bounced around from a few different clubs. He spoke confidently, though a hint on the arrogant side. I liked him on paper, but as he answered some questions, he turned me off. We went through a few rounds and took a break. When it was just the six of us, I asked them if any of them were interested in anyone we had seen yet. There were a few but not a consensus.

"Who's next?" I asked as I grabbed the folder on top.

"Anthony Graves," said Mistress Melissa.

"I like this kid. I watched him do a scene in the dungeon the last time he was here. Very calm and not uptight. I didn't realize he was so young," Master Kent mentioned.

Clearly, everyone on the board liked Anthony, including me. While I've seen him in the club and we've exchanged pleasantries, I haven't had the opportunity to sit down and actually talk with him.

"Let’s bring him in and get to know him," I said and stood.

One of the club slaves escorted Anthony in, and he shook each of our hands before taking the seat designated for him in the center of the room.

He wore jeans and a white button down dress shirt and held the composure of a man much older than his paperwork claimed. I could tell that Anthony was what I'd call an old soul. And I liked him. I sat back and watched his mannerisms as he spoke and was asked questions.

"You live in California, Mr. Graves. How do you plan on being here in Vegas for the mentoring program but live in California?" Kent asked right off the bat.

"I graduate college in a few weeks, and if accepted into the mentoring program, I'll move out here."

"You can just pick up and go? No obligations keeping you in California?" Melissa questioned.

"My only obligation right now is to graduate. I’ll be done with school in a few weeks."

"You're a business major at UC Berkeley. Do you have any job bites out here, then?" Master Lance asked.

I was very intrigued. Here was a very focused young man that was on the verge of graduating from UC Berkeley, but nothing planned out. Yet he was ready to drop everything over in California for a chance at this.

"Are you a silver spooner?" Paul asked.

"No, not at all."

"No? What do your parents do? Forgive me for saying, but you’re very young to have the funds for membership to Irons." Paul pressed.

Anthony leaned back in his chair, and he looked in the direction of Paul, but I could tell that he wasn't looking Paul in the eyes. He was looking just past him, but a certain amount of darkness passed over his face. Again, he intrigued me.

"My mom and step-father died a few years ago. I went to live with my father in California while going to school."

Paul didn't have anything else to say on the matter.

Anthony answered all of the other questions that were tossed his way all while I just watched him. He was a very calm young man, and he didn’t seem to be rattled by this process at all. All morning we had seen many of the applicants fold under the interview stress; applicants that were older and more experienced than Anthony. He spoke passionately about wanting to learn different aspects of play, like rope work, as well as learn about different dynamics in the lifestyle.

I was kicking myself for only greeting him a few times over the course of the past six months. I really regret having not taken the extra step to sit down a talk with this young man before now.

For all of our applicants thus far, one of the board members would try to rattle the candidates just a little bit to see how they handled a request from another authority figure. A handful did okay with it while a few buckled. This was done to see what their character and their backbone was like.

Paul stood and walked around Anthony in a full circle all while Anthony remained calm. A few of the other Doms had done this same tactic this morning on a few other candidates. The Doms asked each candidate to stand and remove their clothes. I had seen enough naked bodies so far today and sighed as I turned the page in Anthony’s file. I didn’t even bother looking up when I heard Anthony stand at Paul’s request for him to stand and remove his clothes.

“No,” Anthony said calmly.

I quickly looked up to see Anthony standing, hands on his hips, looking Paul in the eyes. Anthony has been the first candidate to refuse.

“Come again? It sounded like you said no, but I don’t think I heard you correctly. I wasn’t asking you, I was telling you,” Paul said, clearly trying to intimidate Anthony.

“I mean no disrespect, but I’m not a submissive. Now, if you want to see me naked to see what I’ve got, come watch one of my scenes when I’m in the dungeon. But if you’re trying to intimidate me, you’re wasting your breath.”

Well, fuck. I folded my arms across my chest and watched as Paul’s posture relaxed and he burst out laughing. He flung his arm around Anthony’s shoulders and shook him.

“I like this guy, Blake,” he said to me.

I think it was undeniable that everyone really enjoyed Anthony and I really hope his medical exam, psych exam and the background check all come back clean. I was expecting the background checks to be in my email this afternoon. After Anthony left, I couldn’t help but bust Paul’s balls over Anthony standing up to him.

“So, Paul, don’t forget to check Anthony out in the dungeon so you can see what he might have that you don’t,” I said and followed up with a laugh as Paul flipped me off.

I took a bottle of water down the hall to my office and shut the door. While my computer booted up, I dialed home to check on Cathy.

“Darling, how’s that plug coming along?”

“It’s still there, Sir.”

I laughed and pictured her starting to get uncomfortable with the plug. My little masochist.

“Alright, darling. I’m just going to read through some of the background checks, and then I’ll be home to pick you up for tonight.”

“I love you, Blake.”

“Love you, too.”

I hung up and returned my attention to the computer screen. If something was found in a background check, the subject line contained the word “flag.” I skimmed searching for Anthony’s and let out a sigh of relief that he didn’t come back with anything. I opened it and read through it. He was squeaky clean. Born in Las Vegas and moved to the Bay area when he was seventeen. Graduated high school out there and was attending UC Berkeley as a business major.

I leaned back and thought. Paul had brought up a good point; Anthony was very young to have the luxury to travel back and forth between San Francisco and Las Vegas as he has been doing. He was also quite young to have enough money saved up for the annual membership fee for Irons. I glanced back at the report on my computer. Nothing came back on him though. I picked the phone up and called my contact for the background checks.

“Hi, it’s Blake. Listen, I need you to rerun the check on Anthony Graves, please.”

After ending the call, I immediately dialed another guy I’ve used for background checks. I gave him Anthony’s info and said that I needed results to me tomorrow at the latest.

I flipped back through his file looking at everything again.

“Where are you getting your money, Mr. Graves?” I wondered out loud.

He indicated his mother died. Maybe she left him some money. I decided that I was going to make a point to talk more with him this evening. I shut the computer down and raced home to get Cathy for our evening.

When I arrived home, I found Cathy on the bed with her head on the mattress and ass in the air. This was typical for us; when she’d get plugged for the day, she knew to be waiting for me in this position when I returned home.

I sat down on the bed and examined my wife that was on display for me. Her pussy was glistening at me, so I ran my finger down her moist slit. She was soaked and moaned at my touch, which made me laugh.

“Looks like you’ve been in some agony today, darling.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Did it serve as a reminder of what happens when you try to top from the bottom?”

“Yes, Sir. I completely deserved this.”

I laughed again. I knew this wouldn’t be the last time Cathy whipped out her little “topping from the bottom” tactic. From time to time, Cathy displayed a need to possess control. It wasn’t something that I saw very often, but it was definitely there. On occasion, that need showed itself like it did this morning.

Knowing that she had this need within her, I chose to encourage and nurture it, rather than suppress it. I loved Cathy with all my heart, and I wanted all of her needs met. With our open relationship, she was permitted to stretch her need to dominate a scene from time to time. She and I had a particular set of rules that we followed within our relationship. She was permitted to play with submissives and bottoms at Irons; both male or female. I had to know about it, however.

Cathy had a day of being plugged and not permitted to come; she knew she wasn’t allowed to bring herself to climax...not without me present. I was aware that she was prepped and primed to come. Unfortunately, though, tonight I wouldn’t be able to play with her much in the club because I had a handful of applicants to keep an eye on. They’d all be shadowing the Dungeon Monitors tonight, and it was imperative that I be on my toes.

I removed the plug from Cathy’s ass and rubbed her clit very lightly as she moaned. I slapped her ass and helped her off the bed.

“Come on, Darling. We need to head to Irons. Lots going on tonight.”

I pulled her into my arms and swayed with her for a moment or two.

“Tell you what, since I’m going to be very busy tonight with the applicants, let’s find you a bottom to scene with. How does that sound?”

“Yes! I’d love that, Sir.”

I kissed her forehead and gave her ass another swat as she headed toward the closet to get ready.

“Think about what you want out of a scene tonight, darling. Remember, you will need to negotiate with that bottom.”

As we drove to Irons, she began asking me about the applicants.

“Any of them make a lasting impression on you guys?”

“Yes, there are a few. I’m going to spend some more time with the candidates this evening. We’ll get you situated first, and then I’ll attend to the applicants. Did you decide about your scene tonight?”

“Yes, I’d like to restrain someone to one of the padded tables in the dungeon and spank them. Then I want them to make me come.”

I know she needs to come badly, so her stating as such didn’t surprise me. I felt a twitch in my pants as I pictured her spanking someone in the dungeon. Watching Cathy dominate a scene could turn me on in a second.

“How do you want to come, darling?”

My question was met with silence, and I knew she realized she hadn’t been clear on that part of her negotiation plan.

“Penetration? Oral? You have to make sure you convey that to the potential person you’re going to scene with, darling. They aren’t mind readers. You have to be very clear so you’re not disappointed, and they’re not surprised.”

“Yes, Sir. I’d like to come from being pleased orally.”

Good. I felt better imagining another mouth on her versus someone penetrating my wife. Though, watching my wife with another woman was something I could completely get into. Cathy was willing to play with both males or females, so on occasion, I’ve watched her and another woman playing in Irons. It’s always hot as hell and gets me going.

I walked into Irons with Cathy’s hand in mine and waved at the employees that were behind the guest check-in desk. Irons was very busy tonight, and the crowd was already at a decent size for being early.

My first priority was to get Cathy settled. She and I walked around, hand in hand, and observed a few scenes. I knew she was an aching mess since she had been edging all day. We made our way back to the main room, and I saw another couple sitting together talking. It was Tim and Dana; Cathy and I knew the couple and had actually played with them a few times before. Tim was a Dom and Dana his submissive. They also had an open relationship. I pointed them out to Cathy to see what she thought about possibly playing with Dana.

“Yes, Sir. I think Dana would be fun. Remember, she likes to be spanked.”

I looked at Dana and quickly thought back to the time the four of us had gotten together. Dana loved to play the part of the bratty submissive, and I had the pleasure of disciplining her. Quite possibly the sure-fire way to turn me on was to get me in a Daddy Dom scene. I loved them, but it wasn’t one of Cathy’s favorite. She participated in them for me from time to time, but she couldn’t get into that headspace of that dynamic. I understood and never pushed for it. But fuck, I loved it. I’ve shelved that desire though. It’s so powerful to me, and if Cathy can’t get into it one hundred percent, then I shouldn’t dabble. It was far too dangerous for me.

I took her by the hand and led her to Tim and Dana. Tim reached out and shook my hand while he greeted us.

“Do you guys have anything planned this evening?” I asked Tim.

“No, not yet. We just arrived and were playing tonight by ear,” Tim said and looked around the room. “How about you guys?”

“Well, this evening most of my time will be devoted to the applicant of the mentoring program. But Cathy would like to negotiate with Dana.”

Tim smiled, nodded and made a gesture toward Dana while looking at Cathy. I hoped Cathy was going to remember to approach Tim first for permission before addressing Dana.

“Sir, would you mind if I ask Dana if she’d like to play this evening?” Cathy asked Tim all on her own, which made me proud.

“Of course, Cathy. Please feel free.”

Tim and I stood there, entertained by our wives.

“Dana, I’m interested in restraining you to a table in the dungeon and flogging you, but also spanking you. And I’d like for you to make me come with your mouth. Is this something you might be interested in this evening?”

Dana was smiling, and before she answered, she looked at Tim. Once Tim nodded his approval, Dana eagerly nodded. I kissed Cathy and told the ladies to enjoy themselves. I knew Tim would keep a good eye on them.

I made my rounds and spoke to many of the applicants that I found along the way. It was down in the dungeon where I found Anthony and another candidate listening as Paul spoke to them while pointing to a scene taking place in the stall next to them. I stood behind them and listened while the suspension scene played on in the background.

Paul acknowledged me, while Anthony and the other applicant backed up to open their stance to include me in their conversation. Paul was pointing out the play cards to the applicants and reiterated how a Dungeon Monitor is the eyes and ears for a scene.

“If you’re down here, you’ve got to pay attention. You’re going to have to train your eyes to watch one scene and your ears to hear another at the same time. As you’re walking and checking the stalls, you’ve got to be able to hear other scenes in the distance. It’s crucial for the safety of everyone,” Paul instructed and then paused before looking at me. “Need me, boss?”

“No, I was just checking in on everyone. When you’re done though, I’d like to speak with Anthony.”

Paul’s eyebrows furrowed, and he briefly glanced at Anthony before returning his attention to me. He nodded and then clasped Anthony’s shoulders and shook him. Something really bothered me about this. It was the second time today he’s shaken Anthony like that. This just came off as odd behavior to me.

“Is he in trouble? Shall I take him into one of the stalls and discipline him?” Paul said and quickly followed it up with a laugh.

So many things disturbed me about that, though I don’t know why exactly. I kept my steel gaze on Paul, hoping he realized how his actions and words displayed an unprofessional demeanor.

“That’s not necessary, Paul,” I said and looked at Anthony and spoke directly to him. I did it as a counter move to show Paul that I held Anthony in the same regard as I held all of the other Masters and Mistresses…including him. “Anthony, when you’re ready for a break, please come find me.”

Anthony nodded and looked down to study the play card of the couple doing the suspension scene. Before I left the three of them, I gave Paul another look, hoping he’d get himself under control.

On my way upstairs, I saw Tim leaning against one of the stone entrance walls to a dungeon stall. I eagerly looked in and saw Cathy flogging Dana. I watched for a few minutes until I saw Anthony approaching in my peripheral vision.

We headed upstairs and toward the bar. Before I even sat down all the way, the bartender was in front of me.

“Sir?” The bartender asked.

“Just water, please,” I said before looking at Anthony.

“I’ll have a Coke.”

I waited to begin speaking until our drinks were placed in front of us.

“So how do you feel about your first day into the process?”

“Good. It’s hard to believe that today is actually almost over. I’ve been preparing for it for a while.”

“You’ve been coming here since December. I know we’ve spoken a few times in passing, but I apologize for not having taken the opportunity before tonight to sit down and chat with you.”

Anthony nodded and sipped his Coke. He was a quiet one.

“How do you like UC Berkely?”

“It’s nice. They have a great campus. But actually, I’m just focused on graduating and getting my degree.”

“Any idea what you want to do with the degree?”

He set his Coke down and turned to face me with a huge smile spreading across his face.

“I have no clue,” he said and laughed.

“No rush. You’ll figure it out. So, a few weeks of school left, congratulations on that.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you work while you’re going to school?” I asked him.

I was hoping he’d say that he has been working and has been saving up every cent. Which still wouldn’t amount to the figure he’d need for membership to Irons.

“No, I’ve just been concentrating on school. It takes up all of my time. I have special permission to take an extra class each semester so I can graduate early.”

Where was his money coming from?

“Do you live with your father?”

“No, I have a small place of my own, but he lives about a half hour away from me.”

Over the course of the next half hour, we talked about his experiences in some of the other clubs he had visited in California and what he was hoping to learn. He mentioned rope work this afternoon and brought it up again.

“We have a few Doms here who are our local rope masters. I’ll make sure to introduce you to them.”

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot. Thank you.”

I really enjoyed this young man. Anthony was quiet until he was on a topic that he felt strongly about and then he spoke very well about it and with passion. Rope was Anthony’s desire.

I introduced Anthony to Cathy after she was done with her scene and then I excused myself to indulge in a little one on one time with her.

Chapter Five

April 1996

I got home at 3:00 a.m. and tossed my keys on the counter. I was tired but knew that I wouldn’t be able to sleep. Shortly after 3:30 in the morning, I finally crawled into bed.

Thoughts from the first day of meeting with the applicants filled my mind, preventing me from sleeping. I flung the sheets back and turned on the light. This was ridiculous. I went to the kitchen and retrieved my notes and portfolio from the interviews today. I flipped to the page that had him on it.

“Anthony Davis Graves.”

I stared at his picture and read over my notes and focused on my underlined words: “moldable” and “dark.” He was by far the most moldable applicant to ever enter the mentorship program. There was also something dark and secretive about him. He had the type of air about him that made people notice him when he walked in a room. Blake liked this guy too.

I tried to get a feel for the other Masters and Mistresses to see if any of them were going to try to grab him up. Down playing my interest in him was hard to do, especially as I listened to some of them go on and on about him. I had a feeling that competition to snag Anthony was going to be stiff. Usually, there were two or three, and sometimes as many as four, Masters or Mistresses to each new member.

He was a silver spooner for sure, even though he denied it. No way a twenty-two-year-old had twenty-five grand sitting around unless he was a silver spooner.

I grew hard as I thought back to this afternoon when I told him to take his clothes off. I really thought he might. When he said ‘no,’ it was so hard to hide my erection. All I could think about was taking him into the dungeon and teaching him some manners. Fuck! The images flooding my head of disciplining Anthony caused me to begin jacking off.

He listed his primary interest as rope. I could teach him the ropes, alright. I could teach him everything he wanted to know and then some.

In the process, I can work my way inside his mind and train him my way.

Give him things he’s never experienced.

Make him want those things.

Make him crave those things.

Make him need those things.

And then, I will make him mine.

Chapter Six

April 1996

“Darling, ready?” I asked Cathy as she was just starting to wake up.

I slipped the furry cuffs around her wrists and attached them to the headboard. Taking hold of her ankles, I pulled her legs apart, and as soon as her eyes made contact with mine, I entered her in one piercing motion.

“Ahh! Sir!”

I gazed at her beautiful face while I thrust in and out of her. This morning I wasn’t interested in prolonging my orgasm, so I sped toward it with urgency.

“Here it comes, darling!” I exclaimed as my cock shot cum deep in her.

Moments later I felt her pussy contract as she came. A gorgeous smile spread across her face as she started to settle. I withdrew and moved my way up her body and let my pussy juice drenched cock rest against her face. Cathy immediately opened her mouth and began cleaning her juices off me.

While she was massaging my balls with her tongue, I removed her wrists from the furry cuffs that were attached to the headboard.

“You’ve cleaned me well enough, darling. Let’s take a bath together before I have to head to Irons.”

Cathy let me carry her to our large tub, and I took extra care of her. I rubbed her shoulders, and we talked about her scene last night. Cathy said she had a great time and she came unbelievably hard.

“Wonderful, darling. I’m pleased you had a great time last night. What’s on your schedule today?”

“Dana and I are meeting for lunch, and then we’re going to go to an art exhibit at the Bellagio.”

“I hope you guys have a good day together.”

Cathy and I had breakfast together out on the patio, and then I headed to Irons. Today was a continuation for some of the “one on one” interviews, along with some classes through the day.

When I walked into the main room, I glanced around, noticing many of the applicants were sitting with one of the board members having conversations. I didn’t see Anthony, and I didn’t see Paul. And that left a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Henry was one of our most experienced Masters, and I saw him standing alone looking over a piece of paper. I approached him, and he looked up smiling.

“Morning, Blake.”

“Henry,” I said in greeting. “Where are some of the groups?”

“There’s a class going on upstairs with a group in the theme rooms. They’re touring them, making sure they know where the first aid kits are in each room and about things to be aware of safety wise. There’s another group outside and another one down in the dungeon.”

“Thanks,” I said and wandered over to the glass looking out over the outdoor area.

I knew Paul wouldn’t be outside, his thing was in the dungeon. I was looking for Anthony but didn’t see him outside.

Damnit.

I made my way down to the dungeon and slowly approached the group, noticing that Anthony stood to the side with a small notebook and pen in hand. I could hear Paul’s voice giving a lesson on impact implements. This was a standard class for applicants. Most of them were already familiar with implements, but I wanted them to have more insight on them instead of just knowing what they were. We always encouraged applicants to study each implement. Know how it felt in your hands and know how it felt against the skin before using it on someone else.

For whatever reason, I didn’t think this would be anything but the typical implement class. I, however, was sorely mistaken. Paul decided to veer off course. Way the hell off course.

“Can I get a volunteer?” Paul asked and approached the group.

His eyes scanned the applicants, and just to my right, a hand went up. Anthony’s. Fuck, goddam. Anthony probably thought he was being helpful for the benefit of the class. But I knew Paul wanted Anthony to volunteer.

“Excellent. Our brave, youngest applicant. Come over here,” Paul said and pointed to a spot just behind where he stood.

We’ve never done a demonstration with applicants as the test subjects. Another Master or Mistress steps into that role. Mistress Melissa stood to the side with a look of surprise, unsure of where Paul was going with this.

Paul showed the applicants a few different types of floggers and then put his arm around Anthony’s shoulders.

“Anthony, have you ever felt the kiss of any of these implements?”

Anthony shook his head. He was going to “test” them on him. What the fuck?

“If you would, take your shirt off and stand right over there.”

Paul instructed Anthony to stand under the spot where a cable hung from the ceiling and then turned to address the group. I was waiting for the talk regarding what Anthony would be doing in the demo and if he still wanted to proceed. Paul didn’t address Anthony with this info. Instead, he started talking to the class.

“Always pay attention to your bottom or sub. By testing these implements and experimenting with them, you will know what to expect. You will still need to pay attention to your bottom, or sub. They might be very fair skinned and therefore will have the tendency to redden. Our brave volunteer doesn’t seem to be too fair skinned, so he should be okay.”

Paul approached Anthony and asked for his wrists. He began wrapping them with rope and then stretched Anthony’s arms above his head and attached it to the cable overhead. Anthony’s back was facing the class.

“You like rope, so this won’t be so bad. Fuck, that’s a nasty scar if I’ve ever seen one.” Paul said to Anthony.

Even though his tone was much lower, I could still hear what he said. I could see Anthony testing the cables to see how much give he had with them. He quickly found out that he had no wiggle room. Anthony pulled one side of his body away from Paul’s reach.

“Don’t touch it,” Anthony said quietly.

Paul smiled and put his hand on the back of Anthony’s head. Goddamnit. He knew Anthony had a trigger now.

“Anthony, this is just for teaching purposes. I’m not going to hurt you. Understand?”

“Yes.”

Paul picked up a flogger and showed it to the crowd. He explained the material the falls of the flogger were made out of and demonstrated by swatting Anthony’s upper back with it. I alternated my focus between three things: Anthony’s hands that were bound above his head, his back and Paul’s demeanor.

After Paul had shown the applicants various floggers, including a studded flogger and braided flogger, he did something so despicable that it was hard for me to comprehend what had happened until it was done.

“Remember, sometimes ordinary, everyday things can be used as an implement,” Paul said to the crowd just before he undid Anthony’s belt, pulled in from the loops, folded it in half and made contact on his back with it.

The clanging noise from the cables drew my attention to Anthony’s arms. His hands were red fists, and his biceps were flexed tight. I pushed my way through and entered the stall.

“Red.”

I moved toward Anthony and began undoing the rope that bound him to the cable. I glared at Paul and then at Anthony’s face. He was breathing hard and staring to the side with his brows furrowed and creases in his forehead.

“Who can tell me why this scene should never have taken place?” I addressed the applicants.

Once Anthony was loose he quickly moved to the side. Mistress Melissa crossed the room toward Anthony, picking up his shirt as she went. She began talking to him, though I couldn’t hear what she was saying. I did, however, see the scar that Paul referenced earlier.

I was furious. I returned my attention to the quiet group of applicants.

“Every single one of you is experienced in some facet. This isn’t your first scene or demonstration you’ve witnessed. If not one you can tell me why this should never have proceeded, then you can leave. You don’t deserve to be here.”

The dungeon was deathly silent. Either they were afraid to answer or didn’t know the answer. And if they didn’t know the answer, they have no place in my club. I glared at Paul for having made such a monumental, dangerous mistake.

“He didn’t ask me what my safe word was, or if I had any spots to avoid,” Anthony said.

I looked over at Anthony and felt like I owed him my own apology for having let that demo carry on. His shirt was back on, and even though his head was up, he wasn’t looking at me. Maybe he felt embarrassed. Ashamed even. I nodded in agreement with him.

“By not asking Anthony what his safe word was or if he had any triggers or physical limitations, Paul failed to ensure that the scene would be safe. That is precisely why that scene should not have occurred.” I paused and looked at the group of five applicants that weren’t able to come up with the reason. “You’re dismissed. Good luck to you and I encourage you to take some classes on safety.”

The five of them mumbled and slowly left my sight.

“Blake, there were some good candidates in that group,” Paul pointed out. “Anthony, I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Paul began to walk by me toward Anthony, but I held my arm out. I didn’t want Paul near him right now. I needed to step back and assess what was going on with Paul. This was very out of character for Paul to act like this with an applicant.

“Paul, can you please meet me in my office?” I said calmly to him.

He hadn’t moved, but stared at me and then at Anthony.

“Since I botched the scene, I need the opportunity to fix it. Let me check his back and see if he needs anything. That’s my responsibility, Blake.”

“Mistress Melissa and I will check on him, and then I will be in my office. Please just wait for me there.”

I turned my back to Paul so he would know that I wasn’t discussing this further right here. Paul directed an apology toward Anthony right before he left the dungeon.

“Sweetie, let me see your back,” Mistress Melissa said.

Anthony pulled his shirt up, but not off, so she could see his back. I picked Anthony’s belt up off the floor and stood beside Mistress Melissa. His back was very red, and there were tiny patches of broken skin. He wasn’t bleeding anywhere, but some pin hole spots had appeared to have blood drawn to the surface.

“Anthony, we should get this cleaned up. Would you come with me to the first aid station?” Mistress Melissa asked him.

“I can find it on my own, thank you.”

As Anthony began to leave the stall, I stopped him and handed him his belt. I was a bit concerned about him because after I let his arms down from the cable, he seemed very disconnected. He appeared distracted, bothered, and he was almost hesitant to take his belt.

“Keep an eye on him, please, Melissa.”

I headed to my office and found Paul sitting on the couch when I entered. I shut my door quietly and sat down behind my desk.

“Explain to me what the fuck that was all about, Paul. Since when do we use applicants for demo purposes like that?”

“Blake, we use applicants often for demo scenes.”

“Not without telling them what you’re fucking doing before asking for volunteers!”

Paul threw his arms up, expressing his frustration. I was frustrated too and tried to calm down.

“What you did was dangerous. Aside from not asking Anthony what his safe word was, you didn’t ask him if he had any limitations…physically or mentally.”

“Fuck, did you see that scar on his side?” Paul shifted the focus of our conversation a bit, but I brought it right back to where the focus needed to be.

“Yes! Even more of a reason why you failed epically with that demo.”

“He could have stopped me and told me…”

I cut him off.

“He’s twenty-two years old and is trying to learn. First and foremost, you were the experienced Dom in the fucked-up scene. It was your responsibility to make it a safe scene.”

“You didn’t have to let all those other applicants go. There were some good candidates in that group.”

“I’m aware of whom I let go. Liabilities, Paul.”

He and I were quiet for a few minutes and finally, he spoke.

“I’m sorry, Blake. I should have explained the demo and then asked for volunteers. Then I should have gone through the proper protocol for setting up a scene.”

“Make sure you learn from this mistake.”

I hope he heard me loud and clear.

After Paul had left my office, I sat back in the chair and thought about our Masters and Mistresses and the applicants.

I knew almost without a doubt that many members of my board would most likely be willing to take Anthony under their wing. Most of them have already expressed an interest in him.

While that was comforting, it was also something I needed to be mindful of. I had a variety of people on my board, all involved in different dynamics and aspects of the lifestyle. If we had an applicant that was a sadist, typically the sadists on the board would lean toward that applicant. But when all board members were interested in this one very young man, something in the back of my mind told me that while they all were drawn to something different, they also saw one thing in common. Moldability.

He was very young, and his experience in the clubs couldn’t have existed much past two years. Anthony was very level headed, in my observation, and I think he was mentally tough enough to make his own clear decisions…as long as the decisions were his to make. But if he was steered in a direction, I’m not sure how well he’d do. Nearly all the members of my board were expert mind fuckers, and that concerned me a bit in regards to Anthony. He was a fresh, young mind that was eager to learn and experience. And it was my job to make sure this was going to be a positive experience for him.

I began looking at some email and found the updated background checks on Anthony. Both came up clean. Again, I wondered where this young man was coming up with his money. Everything was pointing to his mother having left him money.

I had so much on my mind tonight. The doctor who had met with the applicants was coming by the club soon to give me the reports and go over any points he felt I should know about. All while that was going to go on, the remaining applicants would be shadowing the Masters and Mistresses as Dungeon Monitors.

I had a lot to take into consideration with regards to the applicants. I’ll scrub all of the info tonight and then meet with all of the board members tomorrow to begin the selection process.

I glanced at my watch and knew that Jerry, the psychologist would be arriving any minute now, so I headed downstairs to the main room. I notified my front desk and let them know where I was at so when Jerry arrived, they didn’t have to go searching for me.

Mistress Melissa was standing near the bar, and I headed over to ask her about Anthony.

“Did he get his back tended to?”

“I went to the first aid station, and they said he hadn’t checked in. I’ve been looking for him, but haven’t found him yet.”

Fucking son of a bitch.

I looked at my watch. Anthony knows to be here for shadowing tonight. I would give him some time, but guilt began to eat away at the lining of my stomach.

Chapter Seven

April 1996

I hung out in the bathroom for a few minutes and prayed no one would notice that I didn’t go to the first aid station. I was okay.

Master Luke was doing a session on rope outside, and I really wanted to attend. I was mesmerized watching him make the basic patterns and then watching the more involved ones. There was only one other person in attendance with me, so we received a lot of individualized attention.

Despite really wanting to get the most out of this class, I wasn’t able to concentrate. I wouldn’t say that I was confused about what happened earlier, but I wasn’t entirely clear either. I thought that things were going fine until Paul pulled my belt off. When he hit me with it, I wanted out of there. I was angry at myself for having volunteered without fully understanding what I was volunteering for. I wanted to show that I wasn’t afraid to get my hands dirty and learn something. Blake was mad. I could tell.

“Careful there, Anthony,” Master Luke said, pulling me from my thoughts.

I looked down and realized that I had just made a bunch of knots with my rope. Fuck. Way to go dickhead. I apologized and unraveled my mess.

I took a few moments and tried clearing my head. I tried what my dad always tries getting me to do; calm down, relax and concentrate on breathing.

Come on, Graves! Pull it together!” I practically begged myself.

I gathered the rope as Master Luke showed us at the beginning of the class, and took it back to him.

“Thank you for taking the time to show me some rope patterns and also for the care of rope.” I held the rope out to him, but he didn’t take it.

“Is everything ok?” he asked.

Why would he ask? Did he know about the dungeon? He couldn’t…could he? Did I look like something was wrong?

“We could work on rope patterns all afternoon if you’d like, Anthony.”

Fuck. That under normal circumstances would be great, but right now I really needed to be alone for a while. I needed to clear my head and prepare for this evening.

“I’m sorry, Master Luke. I’m not feeling well, and I think I need to rest before this evening.”

“Are you sure everything is ok?”

“Yes, sir. I just need to lie down.”

“Do you need a lift?”

“No, sir. Thank you, though. I’ve got it covered.”

My arm was still outstretched and held the rope. The longer I stood there, the closer I desperately needed out of there.

“Keep the rope, Anthony. Bring it with you tomorrow, and you and I can go over the stuff you will have missed from this afternoon.”

Shit, that was awfully nice of him. I nodded my thanks and ran up the path to the club and quickly made my way to the lobby. I called a cab from the guest phone and waited outside. I paced back and forth to keep my feet moving.

Not soon enough, I was back in my hotel room and flopped on the bed.

“Fuck!”

I pushed myself upright and stayed still until the stinging subsided. I should have known better. I pulled my tee shirt off and went to the bathroom to examine it.

“Fuck me!”

I knew I was breathing hard and tried to focus on something else to calm myself down. All I could focus on though was my back that was on fire. I looked around for something that would help. Maybe I should have stopped at the first aid station after all. I might visit the first aid station as soon as I get back to the club for some of that soothing lotion. I walked toward the window and looked out. Reaching out, I felt how cold the glass was on the back of my hand. I turned around and pressed my back against the cold window.

“Fuck!”

While the window was cool and soothing, when I stepped away from it, the burning feeling intensified. I was a fucking pussy. I changed for tonight and went to grab a bite to eat before catching a cab and going to Irons. I hoped that I hadn’t blown my chances.

When I got to the club, I quickly found my way to the first aid station which was downstairs by the care stations. I pulled my shirt off, and despite it being very uncomfortable, I let the lady rub the lotion over my back. I pulled my black t-shirt on and headed back upstairs to find the person I’m supposed to be shadowing tonight.

Chapter Eight

April 1996

“Thanks Jerry for taking care of all the evaluations so quickly.”

“My pleasure, Blake.”

I shut the door to my office and sat down, and we jumped right into it. I asked him right off the bat about Anthony Graves. Jerry began shifting through his notes and opened the page that contained his notes on Anthony.

“He’s your youngest applicant.”

I nodded my confirmation and remained silent, waiting for useful info that I didn’t already have.

“He was very calm and answered all of my questions, but he became a bit tense when I asked him about his family and upbringing. He clearly wasn’t comfortable talking about them. He doesn’t have any siblings, and it appears all he has left is his biological father.”

“Any idea how that relationship is?”

“Anthony was very locked down regarding his family. Nothing stuck out at me regarding him. Nothing popped up as an anger management issue. He’s calm, but I will say that for someone to be as locked up about his family, might have a reason to be.

I narrowed my eyes at Jerry.

“English, Jerry.”

“He might have something dark in his past. Something to warrant him to not want to talk about his family.”

“No family is perfect, Jerry.”

“Agreed.”

Jerry and I conversed for a while longer about other applicants, but I felt like I was beginning to put some pieces of Anthony together. I almost told Jerry that I feared Anthony may have been triggered today while participating in a demo that never should have taken place. It was weighing on my mind, and I really needed to find him and talk to him. I was somewhat concerned because Melissa couldn’t find him earlier and he hadn’t gone to the first aid station.

When I walked Jerry out, I asked the front desk if Anthony was checked in.

“Yes, sir. He checked in about an hour ago.”

Now I just needed to find him. I went into the main room and glanced around. He wasn’t up here. So, help me God, if Paul has Anthony shadowing him, I just might send Paul home. I was headed downstairs when Luke came over.

“Have you seen Anthony tonight, Blake?”

Is everyone looking for his guy? Jesus.

“I haven’t, Luke, but that’s who I’m looking for.”

“Do you know if he checked back in?” Luke asked.

“He’s been checked in for an hour or so.”

“Good, he must have been feeling better. He was in my rope class this afternoon and couldn’t concentrate. I called him on it and a few minutes later he apologized and handed me back the practice rope.”

I felt terrible about today. Paul fucked around with Anthony and got him turned around. I sighed and listened to Luke’s info on Anthony. He told Luke he wasn’t feeling well and need to lie down.

“I just wanted to make sure he was doing ok. Melissa told me tonight about the event in the dungeon with Paul. I think he was tripped up over that. He’s very young. Maybe it confused him on who he is. After Melissa told me, his behavior in class made more sense. Up until my rope class, I’ve never seen Anthony look bothered about anything. Saying he didn’t feel good was both a cover and truth. I think it confused him.”

Luke’s assessment was probably pretty accurate. I knew something triggered Anthony today, but I still didn’t want to reveal that to Luke.

“I made sure he took the rope with him, so he felt like he had to come back tomorrow. I didn’t want him to throw away the opportunity. He wants this badly, Blake.”

I nodded. I knew Anthony wanted this badly. I thanked Luke for keeping an eye out for Anthony, and I went in search of our most popular applicant. Thankfully, he wasn’t in the dungeon, though Paul was. I was happy that the two weren’t near one another.

Anthony was outside with Henry, overseeing some scenes in the pool. I was elated when I saw him with Henry. Henry was pointing out how to scour the lagoon pool as if it were a clock.

“Start at twelve and visually move around if multiple scenes are going on. Got it?”

“Got it,” Anthony answered.

“Hey, Blake,” Henry said.

“Gentlemen,” I said to the two of them.

“Evening,” Anthony said only briefly taking his eyes off the pool to greet me.

“Henry, do you mind if I borrow Anthony?”

“Go right ahead, I’ve got the lagoon under control.”

Anthony handed Henry back the play cards that he was holding for the couples playing in the pools. I led us down the walking path to begin my chat with him.

“Luke told me you weren’t feeling well and went back to your hotel for a while this afternoon.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I couldn’t concentrate. I wasn’t of any use here if I couldn’t focus on what was going on around me.”

“You were just feeling under the weather?” I paused hoping he’d answer, but he remained quiet. “Something like that?”

“Yes, something like that.”

Anthony was a stubborn young man, and I had a feeling that I could either accept him just as he was or try to push him. I knew pushing at him wouldn’t do any good. It would only cause him to retreat and pull away. But I still had some things on my chest.

“You don’t have to say anything back about what I’m going to say, Anthony. But I want you to promise me that you will listen.”

“I’ll listen.”

“I want to apologize to you about earlier today. I shouldn’t have permitted that to go on. I think something clearly didn’t sit well with you. Not only do I believe that it made you uneasy, but I think it may have confused you some. You second guessed a lot of things this afternoon, I imagine.” I paused, hoping he’d accept the fact that I understood to some degree what happened today. “Do you have any close friends in the lifestyle, Anthony?”

He was shaking his head when I looked at him, and he quietly said, “No.” I figured as much but was hoping I was wrong.

“So, you went to your hotel and second guessed a lot of what you thought you knew.” I stopped walking, and he also stopped and looked at me. “Anthony, don’t second guess yourself. You are the same man right now as you were this morning before you volunteered for Paul’s demo.”

Anthony nodded, and I could tell that I reached him. He may not have a lot to say back, but he heard me. We walked quietly back towards the club with faint moans in the distance, coming from the pool no doubt.

“Thank you, Blake.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Anthony. I was merely telling you something that you already know to be true deep down.”

“I mean, thank you for your time. You didn’t have to come find me and talk to me tonight, but you did.”

I looked at him while I thought about what he was saying. Anthony would really benefit from the mentoring program. He just needs a little guidance and support, and he will soar.

“You’re most welcome.”

When I got home, I sat up for a while and talked with Cathy about her day. The ladies had a great afternoon filled with coffee and the art exhibit. Cathy accompanied Tim and Dana for dinner since she knew I would be very occupied with the applicants.

"Blake," Cathy said, her tone sounding concerned.

"What, darling?"

"What's wrong? Before you deny it, I can tell you're distracted. You seem bothered. Is it the applicants?"

I sighed slowly and let my body relax down onto the sheets. Having been with Cathy for so many years, I knew she could read my body well.

"Many things are on my mind with regards to the applicants. They're all very interested in Anthony Graves."

"I've seen him. He's a good looking guy. Very young and quiet. I don't think I've heard his voice much. He’s the one with that terrible scar on his side."

I nodded.

"He speaks very well. He's passionate about learning, and he has a sincere desire to learn rope. Luke liked him and spent a little time with him this afternoon."

"Then what's the problem? It sounds like most of the Masters and Mistresses would be willing to work with him."

As Cathy snuggled up to me, my mind wandered off to the events of the day. Paul's behavior was mind blowing to me. I've never seen him act that way and I can't imagine what I'd have on my hands if Paul were paired up to mentor Anthony.

Henry would possibly be good for Anthony, though he is very much a sadist. I know it's terrible for me to think, but I'm concerned that if Anthony starts hanging out and learning from sadists, that he may follow in that direction. I don't pick up on him being into that at all. While I thought Anthony was very level headed, I believe he's still searching for something. And I don't want him latching onto something that someone influences him to like.

And that is my fear with many of our Masters and Mistresses taking Anthony on. Since Anthony is so open to learning and trying new things, I worry he could be manipulated easily. My Masters and Mistresses were all incredible at mind manipulation for scenes. But I'm concerned that they could inadvertently direct him in a particular direction. All of the other applicants were in their late twenties or early thirties. Most of them had many years of experience in the lifestyle and knew for certain what their kinks were. Anthony is still discovering who he is.

I thought back to earlier when Paul was able to get Anthony restrained by the cable system. Paul asked for volunteers, knowing damn well that Anthony would most likely volunteer. He got Anthony where he wanted, and that was within minutes during a demo. Shit. I can't imagine what he'd do if he had Anthony under his wing to mentor full time.

And I still felt guilty over that whole fucking thing. I should have stopped it sooner than I did. When I saw Anthony’s hands and how red they were, gripping the rope above his head, I knew Paul pushed him too far. And the poor kid was turned around and left. Something Paul did triggered that reaction.

Hell. That reminds me that I didn't even look at his back tonight. I did stop in at the first aid station, and they had the record of treating his back this evening.

* * *

I woke up to Cathy sucking my cock. She sucked me until I came, and the stress of the decisions I needed to make came rushing back.

"Thank you, darling."

"I can tell you didn't sleep well."

Cathy and I spoke more while I got dressed and then carried our conversation to the patio for coffee.

"So, what are you going to do, Blake?" she finally asked me.

"It's dangerous for Anthony's own health to be there, darling. I'm going to listen to the Masters and Mistresses today and see what they have to say."

Cathy kissed me and said, "You'll know what the right decision is."

When I got to Irons, I joined all the Masters and Mistresses in the main room for our discussion on which applicants we were admitting and which ones we were passing on. We had twenty-one names on the list and within the hour had knocked it down to ten. Each Master and Mistress now had to justify their top three picks. As I looked over the list that indicated their top three, every single one had Anthony in the first spot. Fuck.

Everyone went around the room and spoke for a few minutes about why they wanted Anthony and why they deserved to have him assigned to them. Most of their responses included that because he was so young, he didn't have many preconceived notions. So, there would be little reconstruction of him.

"We can teach him the correct and safe way to do things," Melissa said as many others agreed with her statement.

I began reconsidering Anthony. Maybe he would be okay with two or three Masters and Mistresses. He was a strong young man and had been the only one who stood up to Paul and told him 'no' when asked to remove his clothes. It was finally Paul's turn to speak.

"I like the guy. Since he hasn't had a lot of experience, little is tainting his mind. He has a dark streak in him, and I think I could really help him hone in on his direction."

I interrupted.

"Are you sure you know what his direction is, Paul?"

"I know what it should be. He might discover that he belongs on the other side of the slash. Or at least, walking in those shoes for a bit might help him to find his own path. Maybe he needs to administer pain…or receive it," Paul said.

"Nothing is indicating that he’s a sadist," I said while trying to keep my cool.

"He might be a masochist. He may have come during the flogging yesterday, had I been permitted to continue," Paul said with a smug look on his face before leaning back in his chair.

Melissa spoke up and said, "No, he wasn't enjoying that."

"I was giving him something that maybe he needed. I was giving him something that was maybe new to him. Isn't that a part of the learning process? Trying new things until you find something you like?"

"I think you're wrong, Paul," Melissa added and then turned to address the rest of the group. "His body was tense, and when the belt made contact with his body, he gripped the rope for all it was worth."

"He might have enjoyed it, Melissa! It might have been a brand new experience for him that made him hard," Paul said in frustration.

"Or a familiar experience with an adverse reaction," I added quietly.

Everyone turned to look at me, and I nodded at them.

"You may have given him a new experience with the floggers, but I think the belt was a familiar one. I have nothing to confirm that other than how I saw him react to it. The belt triggered that young man. Had you checked with him about limitations before your demo and let him know what the demo would entail, I don't think he would have volunteered," I said calmly.

"He wasn't making any noise that made me think he wasn't enjoying it," Paul still was trying to get others to side with him.

"Noises aren't necessarily indicators that one isn't enjoying something. Like Blake said, you may have resurrected an old experience. I think as Doms, we tend to believe that we have to be strong and can't show any weakness or discomfort. I can completely understand the reasoning behind him staying quiet. Would that have been the right way? Probably not, but remember he's very young and in the frame of mind that he's got to be strong," Master Richard said.

"He left my rope class yesterday afternoon. Had I known at the time what happened in the dungeon, I wouldn't have let him leave," Luke added.

Paul threw his hands up in frustration and glared at me.

"I tried to apologize in case I hurt his little feelings, and also tried to see if Anthony needed anything, but I was denied that right to provide care," Paul threw back at me.

"You wouldn't have provided care. It would have made it worse. I stepped in for his well-being. And I am having serious reservations about admitting Anthony into this program."

In near unison, everyone began complaining and trying to reason with me. I held my hand up. I was done listening to everyone and told each of them to make their final determinations over the next few days and have their requests submitted to me as soon as possible.

Irons was closed tonight to guests as we had a little party for all of the applicants. Most of the applicants were mingling with others, and Master Richard was doing a wax demonstration with Mistress Melissa. I scanned the room looking for Anthony and saw him sitting by himself on a couch. As I sat down across from him, I saw that he was messing with some rope.

As the party came to a close, I thanked all of the applicants and let them know they'd be contacted within the week with an answer.

"Remember, if you're not selected, please take advantage of the classes and seminars we offer. You can always learn something new."

All of the Masters and Mistresses stood in the lobby with me, and we shook all of the applicant’s hands as they left. I knew this would actually be the last time that I probably see many of these people.

Anthony now stood in front of me and extended his hand.

“Thank you for the opportunity, Blake.”

His eyes were trying to tell me what he seemed to be struggling with.

“You’re welcome, Anthony. I’m glad you applied and went through the process with us.”

He nodded, looked out towards the parking lot and then back at me.

“I heard everything you said to me. It meant a lot to me that you took the time that you did. Thank you, Blake.”

He nodded a gesture of gratitude and walked out of Irons. I watched him get into the cab that was waiting for him, and as it drove away, I kicked myself for not having offered him a ride.

As I drove home, I thought long and hard about Anthony and how grateful he was for me just giving him the little time that I had.

Anthony said so much to me with the phrase I heard everything you said to me.

I walked into the house smiling because I knew that I had an impact on him.

Chapter Nine

April 1996

I was full of a mixture of defeat and anxiety. Looking back at my actions this weekend, I realized that I shouldn’t have left Saturday after I fucked up in the rope class. I just knew I wasn’t clear and that I couldn’t take part in the shadowing of the dungeon monitors without a clear head. While I know it was the right decision for me to clear my head before taking on that responsibility, I think it probably cost me a spot in the mentorship program.

On my way to my room, I lost a grand at a fucking blackjack table. Fuck. I pulled my clothes off and stood near the couch, looking over the room service menu. I called down and placed the order for a bacon burger, fries, and a few Cokes.

Supposedly I had twenty minutes before my food would arrive. I had plenty of time to take a shower. As I stood in the shower and let the warm water slide down the front of my body, I wondered how long it'd be before I heard for sure. Blake said I'd be notified by next Saturday. This was going to be a long week.

It wasn’t as though I'd be short of anything to do. I had final exams coming up in two weeks. Crunch time and I needed to hit the books. While I ate, I pulled out one of my books and began pouring over the material. I was reading the same paragraph for the third time when the phone rang and startled me.

"Fuck," I swore out loud.

Why do phones ringing in hotel rooms sound so creepy and alarming?

"Hello?" I spoke into the receiver and grabbed my Coke to chase down some food I had just shoved in my mouth.

"Anthony, it's Blake. I'm sorry to catch you at such a late hour, but do you have a few minutes?"

Fuck!

I pushed the chair back from the table and began pacing.

"No problem at all, Blake."

"Were you already sleeping?"

"No, just eating dinner and studying.”

"Dinner? It's well after midnight."

My heart was pounding. I was hoping he called to tell me the news; good or bad.

"The reason for my call is of course about the mentoring program. I know it's late so I'm not going to drag this out."

"Ok," I said while staring at the floor, ready for the news.

"I'm going to mentor you."

Not only was I being accepted into the program, but Blake was going to mentor me. I'm sure there'd be others helping, but fuck I didn't care. I was in!

"Are you still there, Anthony?"

"Yes! Sorry, yes, I'm here. I'm just...wow...this is great news. Thank you so much. I don't know what to say. I'm kind of in shock here."

Blake laughed and continued.

"Are you flying home tomorrow?"

"Yes, flight leaves in the afternoon."

"Do you have a pen?"

I raced to my notebook and grabbed a pen and put it on a piece of paper.

"Yes."

He gave me his address and asked me if I would be able to be at his house in the morning. I told him I'd be there whenever he wanted, and we agreed on eleven in the morning. I hung the phone up and stared out the window over the glittering lights.

I was in!

Chapter Ten

April 1996

As I expected, a few minutes before eleven I received a call from the gate guard letting me know that Anthony was here. I had already called the front gate this morning to let them know I was expecting Anthony and for them to let him in, but to notify me, too.

"Anthony is here, darling," I announced.

Cathy joined my side as I opened the door. I greeted him as I shook his hand and Cathy invited him in. He had his suitcase with him and set it down in the entryway. Cathy walked ahead of us as we made our way to the kitchen.

"Anthony, may I offer you some coffee?" Cathy asked him.

"Please, that would be great."

Cathy tended to the coffee while I told Anthony that all of the other Masters and Mistresses all had him in their top three lists. Once we had our coffee in hand, I led Anthony outside to the backyard and over to the covered patio.

"So, you graduate in a few weeks. I don't want to pull you away from your studies. You finish school first, and then you and I will begin."

Anthony looked a little stunned that I was telling him to concentrate over the next few weeks for school. His eyebrows were raised, and he smiled and nodded.

"Are the other mentors ok with that? I don’t want any special treatment."

I explained to Anthony that even though we typically have a few mentors with a new member, that wasn't going to be the case with him. And I know this probably really confused him as to why, but I wasn’t going to go into that. But now that I had him in a private setting without other Masters or Mistresses lingering about, I could talk to him about a few significant things.

“Anthony, I know you’ve been through tons of questions and interviews over the past two and a half days, but I have another question for you. You may have never even entertained this question or thought much about it yet. Tell me, what is it that you love most about being a Dominant?”

He sipped his coffee and his eyes never left mine. He was quiet for a few moments, and I told him not to be shy. I said to not worry about my reaction, but I just wanted him to tell me honestly what draws him to this lifestyle. With that bit of info, it’ll help give me the insight of where he’s coming from.

He confidently said, “The feeling.”

I smiled, arched an eyebrow and asked if it was the sex he was referring to. He shook his head. His response was one that I’d expect from a much older, more experienced Dom.

“I love the feeling of being needed and giving someone something that they need. Or want or desire. I love the look in the sub’s eyes, knowing that I met their need.”

Without a doubt, I knew that Anthony would begin transforming from a good Dom to one of the best I knew. It wasn’t because I’d be mentoring him, but because he gets it. He understands what this lifestyle is about on a much deeper level. I was so happy that I was going to be by this young man’s side as he explored and experienced much of this lifestyle.

“From the little time I’ve spent with you this weekend, I’ve learned that you’re a quiet one. But I’ve also learned that you’re constantly thinking and listening. You’re going to have to get comfortable talking to me. I do you absolutely no good if you aren’t comfortable enough to ask questions as they come up. Understand?”

“Understood.”

I wasn’t concerned at this point with Anthony and his communication. I think he knew the importance of it and I’m pretty sure if he had a question, he’d ask it.

“You have to be one hundred percent honest with me at all times as well,” I told him.

“I don’t have a problem with that. I can do that.”

I kept my eye on the clock so I could get Anthony to the airport in time to catch his flight. I showed him around the house and my playroom. He walked around and examined all of the furniture.

“My God, this stuff is made well. Like really well. I’ve never seen BDSM furniture made like this. Where do you get it?”

“You’d never guess.” I took a seat on the padded table as Anthony continued to look at the material on the spanking bench. “I know a guy in Oslo who made all of this for me.”

“Oslo? Norway?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck. It’s nice. Nordic kink.”

I laughed at his ‘Nordic kink’ comment and glanced at my watch. We needed to get going so he’d catch his flight. On the drive to the airport, I opted for casual conversation. He and I would be spending a lot of time together and the more I knew about him, the better.

Anthony loves football and is a San Francisco 49ers fan. I was a rival Seattle Seahawk fan so we gave each other shit about the teams. I dropped him off at the terminal and told him to study hard, graduate and then we’d begin.

“Thanks again, Blake. I promise, I won’t let you down,” Anthony said, reaching through the window and shaking my hand.

I waved at him as he walked away from the car. Never did it cross my mind that he’d let me down.

When I got home, I helped Cathy get the house ready for tonight. Tim and Dana were coming over for dinner and some play. We’ve played with Tim and Dana on a few occasions and it goes very well.

After dinner, we moved to the living room and our wives sat between Tim and me on the couch and were murmuring. Tim and I were talking over them a bit but it was hard to concentrate with the ladies talking.

“Dana, tell Blake what you said when I told you we were coming over for dinner and play,” Tim said.

Dana’s face grew red and I looked back at Tim.

“I told him that I hoped you’d be a good daddy to me.”

A thrill raced through my body and I grew warm quickly. I felt myself harden and my pulse speed up. There was something about the Daddy Dom/little girl role play that drove me fucking insane. Cathy wasn’t a big fan of it, but it did wild things to me.

“I can be a good daddy for you tonight.”

I reached across Cathy and ran my thumb over Dana’s breast while I kissed Cathy’s ear. Tonight was going to get wild.

“Darling, would you like Tim to use each of your holes for his pleasure?” I whispered in her ear.

Cathy smiled and nodded. She’s had sex with submissive men when she gets the urge to control and the need arises. But only on very few occasions has she had another male Dominant, which was Tim. I’ve been present for those special times and I always found it hotter than fuck.

“Darling, take your clothes off,” I instructed and stood up.

I led my naked wife over to where Tim sat and encouraged Cathy to bend at the waist and hold onto the arms on the chair. Tim unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection.

“Darling, your holes are for his pleasure tonight. Understand?”

Cathy smiled wide. I knew she enjoyed getting fucked by Tim. Tim loved to talk dirty and fuck hard, and Cathy ate it up. He was into humiliation and that was something else that Cathy could get off to.

“Dana, lick Blake’s horny wife’s pussy,” Tim instructed his wife.

I crouched down next to Dana and guided her head towards my wife’s pussy. I remained inches away while Dana used her tongue to toy with Cathy. I could hear noises confirming that my wife was getting a mouthful and Dana looked up at me with a pouty face. I reached out and stroked her cheeks.

“What’s wrong, sugar? I asked her.

“Cathy gets something to suck on. I want one too.”

Mmm, she was in a playful, naughty mood. I reached out and she took hold of my hand.

“Come here, sweetheart. Daddy has something for you, too.”

I guided Dana over to one of the big leather chairs and I pointed to a spot on the floor for her to kneel at. Before sitting down, I lowered my pants and gripped my erection.

“Here you go, baby. Here’s your lollipop.”

I tapped the head of my cock on her tongue as she lowered her head around my shaft. Her mouth felt good and every now and then she’d look up at me and smile.

“Can I ride on it?” she asked.

“Yes, baby girl. Come here.”

I waived a blue colored condom in front of her and she eagerly took it from my hands and slid it down my cock. I gripped her nipples as she bounced on me, while the sounds of my wife getting banged by Tim filled the room.

“Take it, cum slut,” I heard Tim pant.

I glanced around Dana’s bouncing body to see Tim buried up my wife’s ass. It was actually really hot.

“Mmm,” whined Dana. “Pay attention to me, Daddy.”

I frowned at her and slapped one of her tits.

“Baby girl, it’s not nice to interrupt Daddy. Now I’m going to have to punish you.”

I pinched her nipples while she continued to bounce until I came. I reached down and pinched her clit and the moan that represented her coming screeched out. As the cries died down, she curled up content on my lap and placed her head against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her forehead.

Tim brought Cathy down and he took her to the bathroom to apply some lotion to her red, spanked areas. They sat together for a bit after the lotion had been taken care of and all the while I sat quietly with Dana in my arms. I could have sat here and held her all night. I was very content but in the back of my mind, I knew that for the most part, this was just a little part of Dana. This wasn’t something she delved into daily, which is why she worked so well with Tim. Dana liked to dabble and play the part of the bratty submissive who wanted to be disciplined here and there. She was in no way a 24/7 little girl and I began to wonder if they, in fact, existed within this lifestyle.

Chapter Eleven

April 1996

“What the fuck, Blake?”

I looked up from my desk at the sound of Paul's frustrated voice and my office door slamming shut. It hadn't even been ten minutes since I told my board of Masters and Mistresses that they all needed to remove Anthony from their lists because I would be his mentor. Just about everyone was happy, though disappointed that they wouldn't be able to take him. I reminded them that Anthony would be learning lots at the club and in many cases, will be gaining input from all of them. I just was going to hold onto those reigns carefully. Everyone had voiced that Anthony would get the most out of the program from me and that he was in the best hands.

Everyone felt this, but Paul.

And here he stood, getting ready to voice his issues. Which was fine, I had some issues to voice with him as well.

“What’s the problem, Paul?” I asked.

I stood and crossed the room to a small fridge I had in my office and grabbed a bottle of water. Paul wasn't going to come into this office and toss his weight around and try to intimidate me. I know his tactics and know them well as I watch him often in the club. By getting up and walking away from him, my actions showed him that I wasn't at all bothered by his unhappiness on the subject.

“Why are you taking on an applicant?”

“Paul, I often help with mentoring all of the applicants we select.”

“Help, yes. Take one on solely, no. You’ve never done that.”

I think I'm still taken aback by Paul’s behavior. He's never been so hung up on an applicant, and it wasn't sitting well with me that he was in here bitching about it. He wasn't willing to let this drop.

“Why does it matter so much to you, Paul? Why are you so bothered that I will be helping him?”

Paul stood there with his hands on his hips, fuming. I sat back down and waited for his answer.

“I wanted to work with him. He’s dark, Blake, like me. He could learn a lot from me. Besides, I think he should experience the other side of the slash.”

I rubbed my forehead. I was growing very tired of Paul and this weird obsession he was having.

“That's very bold of you to stand there and say to me. Might I remind you that the purpose of this mentoring program is to help the new Dominants become better Dominants, rather than use it for our own personal gain? We give them the tools to help them make decisions. We don't steer them in a direction. And if I'm honest, I’m a bit more than concerned that you want to steer him down a path.”

Paul relaxed and sat down in front of my desk. He seemed to be relenting some and wasn’t huffing and puffing, now that he knew I was acutely aware of what he was hinting at.

“What makes this kid such a golden boy?” Paul asked.

“He has a good head on his shoulders and wants to learn.”

“They all want to learn,” he countered.

Paul and I have been friends for many years, and I began to feel that our friendship would be tested due to Anthony unless I could make him understand. I sipped my water and looked at him for a few moments.

“Does the golden boy even have the money, or is he just blowing smoke up your ass, Blake?”

I didn’t care for his tone at all. He was pissed off about this.

“Not only did he already pay his annual membership fee, but he wired enough funds to prepay for five years.”

I sat back in my chair and watched the math calculation settle over his face.

“That little fucking prince wired you over one hundred grand?”

“No, Paul. A ‘little fucking prince’ didn’t wire me anything. Anthony Graves wired me one hundred, twenty-five thousand dollars.”

Paul rolled his eyes and quickly stood and began pacing.

“He’s doing something shifty to have all that money. No twenty-two-year-old has money like that. Not unless he’s some athlete or actor. And when I looked, nothing like that appeared in his file.”

“Nor did any criminal activity. Now knock it off, Paul. I think maybe you could use a little time away from Irons. Maybe you should take a few weeks off from coming to the club. You may return when you’ve dropped this chip on your shoulder.”

Paul looked at me as though the words that I was saying weren’t coming out of my mouth.

“Are we clear, Paul?”

He looked me straight in the eyes and nodded.

“Oh, we’re crystal clear, Blake.”

With that, Paul turned on his heel and left my office, slamming the door behind him.

Chapter Twelve

May 1996

“Anthony Davis Graves,” boomed through the microphone.

Cathy and I stood, clapping our hands loudly in support. A few rows in front of us stood Anthony’s father. On stage, Anthony shook the Dean’s hand, collected his diploma, flashed his million dollar smile and moved off stage.

After the ceremony, Cathy and I kept our distance but followed Anthony’s father through the crowd until he met with Anthony. It was an interesting interaction. I would expect a parent to be so fucking proud that they'd hug the shit out of their kid. Anthony's father hugged him, but even at my distance, I could see that Anthony would have rather that not have taken place.

“Come on, darling.”

I took hold of Cathy’s hand, and we walked up to Anthony and his father. Anthony was looking at his diploma with his dad when Cathy and I approached.

“Congratulations, Anthony,” I said, extending my hand toward him.

Anthony looked stunned and shocked that Cathy and I were standing in front of him. I could also see a hint of worry set in on his face, and I wanted to douse that concern quickly. I held my hand out to his father and introduced myself and Cathy.

“Blake Eriksson and this is my wife, Cathy.”

His father shook my hand and nodded at Cathy.

“Richard Graves, I'm Anthony's dad.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Richard. You have a fine young man here and must be very proud.”

Richard smiled and looked at Anthony while he nodded.

“Anthony has worked hard and is a strong young man. I'm so proud of all of his accomplishments.”

His dad was very wary of me, and he seemed to be watching Anthony's reactions to me. This struck me as very odd. I almost felt like his dad was trying to have a silent conversation with him, wondering who I was and how I knew his son. And Anthony seemed nervous as well.

“I own a business in Las Vegas and have been talking with Anthony about a possible job,” I said while looking at Richard.

While Richard was studying Anthony again, Anthony looked over at me, and I winked at him. He knew that I wouldn't do anything to let on to his dad what kind of business I ran. I'd use the job as a cover to have dinner with them.

Anthony's dad was a lot older than I would have expected. Anthony was only twenty-two, and I was expecting a man in his mid-forties to possibly early fifties as his father. Richard Graves was much older. He may have been in his seventies.

Shifting nervously next to us, was Anthony. This was awkward for him, I could tell. I offered to take them to dinner and watched the two look at one another, unsure. Finally, Richard nodded and said he’d like for Anthony to have a celebration dinner. I let them pick the restaurant and then Cathy, and I followed them in our rental car.

“They’re kind of an odd father/son duo, don't you think?” Cathy asked me as soon as we got in the car.

“This might be a very insightful trip, darling.”

“They look like strangers or acquaintances.”

“I have a feeling they don't know each other well. Anthony moved to California when he was seventeen.”

“I think his dad bought your job line.”

“He did, but he was closely watching Anthony. It's puzzling. Maybe we’ll get more insight during dinner.”

Dinner was both fascinating and a little heartbreaking. Richard was inquisitive about the job in Vegas and commented to Anthony that he needs to keep his options open. I got the impression that Richard didn't want Anthony in Las Vegas. The longer we sat with them, the more I realized that there was something in their past that they’d never voice. Something in Las Vegas pushed these two together, and I doubt it was pleasant. I figured it was something within the family.

I could tell that Richard Graves cared about Anthony, but almost from a distance. Some things were clear to me after watching and listening to them through dinner. Neither of them knew one another, not like a healthy father and son. Richard was protective with Anthony, and I wouldn't say he walked on eggshells with Anthony, but he seemed cautious with what he said. I had a feeling that Richard was desperately trying to hold onto Anthony, but that Anthony wasn't holding onto anything. That saddened me. I had a fantastic relationship with my father, and when he died, it crushed me.

I got a little bold with my questions during dinner and knew it the second I hit a touchy spot. I regretted it instantly and felt sorry that I may have brought back a painful memory on this happy day for Anthony. It was a simple question that wouldn't have upset most people, but it was crystal clear it upset both of them.

“You seem to like Las Vegas a lot, Anthony. What brought you to California?” I asked while we ate.

It was clanging silverware that made me look up. Anthony was scrambling to pick up the utensils he dropped. He was rattled and pale now. He’s usually so calm, cool and collected.

“Anthony,” Richard said in a low tone.

Richard carefully placed his hand on Anthony's shoulder, and I could see Anthony's frame stilled. His jaw was tight like he was holding his whole world in. I felt terrible and quickly tried to make it better.

“Forgive me; it's not my business. I apologize for asking.”

“No, it's ok. Please, excuse me for a minute,” Anthony slowly set his napkin on the table and slowly walked out of the restaurant.

Richard looked very torn. I could tell that part of him wanted to go after Anthony, but I also saw reluctance. I apologized again to Richard.

“Do you want to go talk to him?” I asked Richard.

“Anthony is a stubborn young man. He likes and prefers dealing with things on his own. He never wants to let anyone see him hurting or upset,” Richard said and looked down at his plate.

I found truth in what Richard said. I saw it at the club a few weeks ago when Paul got Anthony to volunteer for a demo. Anthony left the club instead of letting anyone see anything other than a controlled and steady demeanor.

Richard didn't look well as he sat there struggling with what he should do. I wanted to tell him to go to Anthony. Fuck, I was about to go to Anthony. Neither was my place though. Especially since I caused this.

“I'll give him a few moments,” Richard said.

I think he felt the need to explain, even though I told him not to worry about it.

“Anthony's mother wasn't taking very good care of him. When I found out, I brought him to California.”

It made sense, and I nodded my understanding. I didn't want Richard to feel obligated to tell me anything else, but just the little bit that he did say, said a lot. There was no mistaking the disgust I detected in Richard’s voice when he mentioned Anthony’s mother.

“Please don't let this have an effect on your consideration of him for the job. Anthony is a great kid. He's very motivated and head-strong.”

“I think he has great character and the times I've spoken to him; it only solidified that making the decision to select him was the perfect move.”

Cathy squeezed my hand under the table. She knew I had taken a liking to Anthony, and something over the last few weeks has been telling me that he needs me. Maybe that's arrogant or egotistical of me, but more than ever, I see a young man who is a little lost. Maybe he's fighting some internal demons, but Anthony is looking for something, and he’s determined to find it.

And I'm going to help him.

Chapter Thirteen

September 1996

Membership at Irons has been going through the roof. With so many new members, I increased many of the safety and educational classes. Anthony has been spending a lot of time with Master Luke, learning rope techniques, and now he was assisting Luke with the classes and helping others with the craft.

I’m so proud of Anthony, and he keeps getting better. He has also become quite popular with the ladies, too. I know that right now he’s enjoying himself and he prefers not getting attached. I keep watching some of the bottoms he’s been playing with, hoping one of them connects with him, but so far, I haven’t seen that with any of the ladies. And it might be Anthony’s own doing. The women love playing with him and often there is an early gathering of ladies that come, hoping for a chance to scene with him. Anthony isn’t arrogant or cocky about it either. You’d never know by his demeanor that he’s becoming one of the most sought after Dom in Irons.

Tonight was going to be a busy night. It was a Saturday night that I opened up as a second guest night for the week. I took extra precautions for tonight, and all of the Masters and Mistresses would be serving as Dungeon Monitors, including Anthony. I kept my eye on my watch, waiting for him to arrive. I wanted him to be in the dungeon tonight as an extra set of eyes versus anywhere else because most of the guests flocked to the dungeon. Many of them knew what to expect, where others wanted to play in the dungeon and see if it lived up to the hype. That’s always where I get nervous; guests playing in the dungeon when it was their very first time visiting any club like this. Like me, Anthony was very serious about safety, and the dungeon is where I needed him tonight.

“Darling, do you mind if I negotiate a scene with Mistress Melissa’s sub?” Cathy asked me while I was scoping out the main floor.

I quickly glanced around the room and found Mistress Melissa’s submissive, Bryan. Bryan was a good guy, and I knew Melissa loved him dearly. She often let him play with others in the club as well. I knew that tonight, Melissa would be busy with monitoring the guests and she wouldn’t have the opportunity to play with Bryan, just as I wouldn’t have the chance to play with Cathy tonight.

“What kind of scene do you have in mind, Darling?” I asked her while watching Bryan.

“I’d like to peg him.”

My wife has become so brave in the club. I couldn’t help but smile.

“I’d like to strap him down to the metal bed in the jail cell stall and fuck him,” Cathy continued.

I grew hard picturing her fucking this guy in the jail cell and knew that if the negotiations were accepted, that I’d have to make myself available to watch this.

“Alright, darling. Please remember to speak with Mistress Melissa before approaching Bryan. Then come let me know.”

Cathy kissed my cheek and grabbed my crotch before she went in search of Mistress Melissa. I stood there watching Bryan and shook my head; he had no idea what he was in store for tonight.

It was almost 9:30 and Irons was alive and in full swing, and I couldn’t find Anthony still. In the lobby, I checked the sign in sheets with the ladies who checked the guests in, thinking that possibly I just missed Anthony.

Knowing that the dungeon is where the extra eyes needed to be, I headed down there myself. My eyes were just as good as Anthony’s, and I will keep watch until he arrives. I had spoken to him this morning about tonight, and he said he was going to arrive before things got busy. It’s not like him not to show up. Anthony has become one of my most reliable members, and he’s never let me down.

I moved up and down the dungeon hallway, checking in on scenes and talking with some guests as well as members. Things seemed to be doing just fine, and I had three Dungeon Monitors down here, aside from me. With things under control, I wandered over to the jail cell stall where my wife was with Bryan.

While I watched my wife fuck Bryan in the ass with a decently sized strap on, Paul approached. He stood there in silence, watching the scene along with me.

“She doesn’t get to do that to you, does she?” Paul joked with me.

“Ha! No. Not a chance in hell.”

My eyes never moved from the jail cell as Paul began talking. He commented about how he has always admired my relationship with my wife and how amazing our open relationship is.

“You know, if she ever needs to play with a sadist, I know a good one,” Paul insinuated.

I laughed again because Paul was very well aware that I didn’t permit Cathy to play with any Doms, aside from Tim. And that was only permitted on a few occasions while I was very much involved in the scene.

Bryan groaned out his release while my wife was slapping his ass with a leather glove. From my vantage point, I could see Bryan’s cock shooting jets of cum on the metal bed that he was bound to.

“That’s my girl,” I said under my breath.

“She fucked him well,” Paul agreed. “When are you going to turn her into that little girl?”

I heard his words but remained focused on my wife as she removed her strap on and guided Bryan’s head toward her pussy by a fistful of his hair.

“Cathy gets into the little girl role for me here and there. It’s not her favorite thing, but she does it for me.”

“Lots of little bottoms that will play with you in that dynamic, Blake.”

I knew that and had taken part in many of those scenes. But that dynamic is very special to me, and it’s hard to only let it out of the cage for a scene only to shelve it again. At least when Cathy and I play like that, it carries over through the day, and I love it.

Paul figured out that I wasn’t entertaining this topic further with him and so he switched to another one that I also wasn’t thrilled about.

“Where’s the golden boy?”

Paul will often refer to Anthony as “golden boy,” and sometimes he’ll toss in “prince,” though he knows how I feel about derogatory names. For the most part and what I can tell, Paul has kept his distance from Anthony. Paul bringing up Anthony though was a reminder to me that it’s now going on 11:00 and I haven’t seen Anthony.

“I’m not sure where Anthony is. I talked to him this morning, and he didn’t give me any indication that he had something going on tonight.”

“Maybe you need to discipline him, some. I can help. I know you aren’t into heavy impact play, but it might straighten the prince out.”

I didn’t even respond to Paul. Once Cathy’s moan announced her orgasm, I headed upstairs to the lobby and checked with the ladies on a status of Anthony.

“Oh sorry, sir. Anthony called about an hour ago and asked that I tell you he wasn’t going to be able to make it in tonight. We’ve just been so busy up here that one of us hasn’t been able to leave to find you and deliver the message.”

I nodded and made my way to my office. I debated about calling him and even started to dial but hung the phone up. Sitting back in my chair, I thought more about it. He was an adult. If he had a reason not to be here, I’m sure it was a good one. I was about to join my guests when I noticed a message on the phone. I quickly listened to the message. It was from Anthony.

“Hi…it’s Anthony…I’m not going to be able to come in tonight…I’m sorry. Something…um…I just…I’m sorry, Blake.”

I frowned as I listened to it several times. Something was wrong. He didn’t sound ok at all. I dialed his number but didn’t he didn’t answer.

For the next hour, I returned to my office to call Anthony and try to reach him every fifteen minutes. My concern was growing because he didn’t sound like himself in the voice message.

I watched my wife and Bryan in their aftercare, and once they parted, I told Cathy about Anthony.

“Maybe you should go check on him, darling.”

I dropped Cathy off at home and headed over to Anthony’s. He still had the same house that he bought when he moved to the city. Anthony has talked about wanting something more “him” and his style, but he hasn’t found it yet, and he refuses to settle for just anything.

Chapter Fourteen

September 1996

I was about to head to the club when my phone rang and the only reason that I stopped to answer it was because I thought it might be Blake.

“Is this Anthony Graves?” a woman’s voice asked.

“It is.”

She introduced herself as a nurse from a hospital in San Jose. My heart began pounding.

“Your father suffered a heart attack. I’m so sorry, dear. He didn’t make it.”

What the fuck?

I swallowed hard and hung the phone up and kept my hand on the receiver. I took a deep breath and sat down on the couch.

My dad was gone.

Guilt was hitting me. My dad tried so hard to get to know me when I moved in with him, but I didn’t let him. And now it was too late.

He had been the first person to hug me and try to get close to me. Even though I pushed him away, for the most part, I liked the feeling but was never able to convey it.

I was truly alone.

Chapter Fifteen

September 1996

I rang the doorbell and knocked on the door, hoping Anthony was home and that he’d answer. I squinted when the porch light flipped on, and the door opened. Anthony stood there, looking worn out and bothered. He invited me in, and instantly an apology came out as I was glancing around the living room, looking for signs of anything being out of place.

“I’m sorry about tonight, Blake.”

“Anthony, it’s okay. I was just worried about you. I knew it wasn’t like you not to show up and then I heard the message you left and was very concerned.”

He looked confused. Maybe me telling him that I was worried and concerned about him was confusing for him. I noticed there was a suitcase on the coffee table. It was empty, but open. This worried me greatly.

“Going somewhere?”

Anthony just stood there, staring at me. His mouth was tightly closed, but he nodded his response to my question. Redness was covering his face, and his lips were forming a tighter line.

“Anthony, what’s wrong?”

“My…dad…died tonight.”

Anthony struggled to get that phrase out, and my heart broke for him.

“Oh, Anthony. I’m so sorry,” I said and made a move to go toward him.

He nodded and shrugged before moving around me toward the kitchen.

“Would you like something to drink? I pretty much just have Coke.”

I followed him to his kitchen. He was having a hard time with this news and was trying not to talk much about it and focus on anything else. I took a Coke from his outstretched hand, noticing that he wouldn’t look at me.

“I have to go to California for a few days. I’m sorry.”

“Anthony, you don’t have anything to apologize over.”

“Yeah, I made a commitment to you tonight, and I didn’t make good on it.”

I shook my head at him and sat down, hoping he’d sit down and relax. The last thing I wanted was for him to feel bad about not coming to Irons tonight.

“What happened?”

“A lady called from the hospital and said he had a heart attack and didn’t make it. Then a guy called from some attorney’s office and said he needed to meet with me regarding my dad’s estate, or something.”

He shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal or as if he wasn’t affected by this. But I could see the shock on his face.

“I’m sorry, Anthony.”

“Thanks.”

“What time is your flight?”

He shook his head and said he hadn’t called the airlines yet. I was quickly getting the impression that Anthony has barely been keeping it together tonight. He was able to get his suitcase out, but that was it.

“Um, I don’t know what to do, Blake.” He paused and took a sip of his Coke and let his hands rest against his stomach and chest. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to plan a burial.”

Anthony’s voice cracked, and I stood and pulled him into a hug.

“He was all that I had left.”

“That’s not true, Anthony. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. I’ll help you.”

I found a phone number to an airline and called to make flight arrangements while Anthony stared into his closet. I felt bad for him. He was what I’d call “controlled chaos” right now. After I had made the flight arrangements, I went to help him pack.

“Our flight leaves in the morning. Do you have a suit?”

Anthony nodded but made no movement toward wherever it might be in the closet.

“Wait, did you say our flight?” Anthony asked, sounding confused.

“I told you that I would help you.”

“You don’t have to go with me.”

“Aside from being your mentor, first and foremost, I’m your friend. And I’m going to help you with this.”

I helped Anthony get packed and then I took him home with me. We needed to be at the airport early, and I still needed to pack and talk to Cathy. Anthony slept in one of the guest rooms, and I retired for the night. While I packed, I spoke to Cathy. She was very supportive of me going along with Anthony.

* * *

We landed in San Francisco and drove to his father’s house at a snail’s pace. Over the extensive time I’ve spent with Anthony this morning, I’ve determined that this young man, had no idea or clue as to how to express himself or how to grieve. I remembered back to the only time I met Richard Graves. He mentioned that Anthony came to live with him when he discovered that his mother wasn’t taking very good care of him. I don’t think Anthony had a very loving upbringing.

We checked into the hotel and left within the hour to meet with the attorney that had called Anthony. I was glad that I was going because I found it odd that an estate attorney wanted to meet with Anthony on a Sunday, as soon as we arrived. Even more interesting to me was the fact that the attorney suggested meeting us in a park. He gave us excellent directions as to where he’d be, and we found him with no problem sitting on a bench, facing the bay.

“Anthony?” asked the man as he stood.

“Yes, that’s me.”

He made a small smile and introduced himself to me as George and shook my hand.

“Blake Eriksson.”

“Sit down gentlemen, please,” George said as he picked up a folder and held it on his lap. “Your father used to come here a lot. I used to bring my granddaughter here, and I’d sit on the end of this bench while your father occupied the side where you’re sitting now. We became good friends, and he trusted me to handle his estate planning. When you re-entered his life, so much changed for him. He reallocated all of his assets, of course, but aside from that, he changed drastically. He worried about you so much, Anthony.” George paused while a fog horn blared in the distance. “All of the funeral arrangements have been made and paid for, Anthony. He didn’t want to burden you with that. All of those details are in this folder on the left-hand side. The right-hand side contains all of his assets and a cover sheet of what he wanted to be done with those funds. I trust that you will take care of that.”

“I will.”

Anthony held the folder in his hands but made no attempt at opening it. George was quiet for a few moments and then looked over at me.

“Mr. Eriksson, would you mind if I spoke to Anthony a few minutes alone?”

“Of course.” I put my hand on Anthony’s shoulder and told him I’d be over on the other bench about forty yards away.

I sat on the other bench and watched George reach into his jacket and pull out a regular sized envelope and hand it to Anthony. Soon, George stood, shook Anthony’s hand and began up the path toward the parking lot. On his way, he waved at me. I gave Anthony a few moments before going over to him. In his hands, he held the folder that I believed contained all business related things and then a white envelope that I had a feeling included something personal.

On the way back to the hotel, Anthony opened the folder and would read something and then tell me about it. I was relieved that Richard had already made arrangements so Anthony wouldn’t have to worry about figuring it out. He wanted to be cremated and for Anthony to spread his ashes in the bay near the bench that we just visited.

Back at the hotel, Anthony said he wanted to review the rest of the paperwork. I knew that white envelope was burning a hole in his pocket too.

“Ok, I’m going to work out in the gym, take a shower and call Cathy. Then I’m going to come check on you, ok?”

Anthony nodded and headed toward his room, and I went to mine.

Chapter Sixteen

September 1996

I went to the table, opened the folder and began reading over the asset paperwork’s cover sheet with instructions.

Do with these funds as you see fit.

I reviewed each account statement and totaled up over three million dollars in combined assets. I didn’t need the money, that’s for sure. I will think about what would be appropriate. I’ll find somewhere to donate it.

Staring at me was the white envelope that had my name on it in my dad’s handwriting. I took a deep breath, opened it and pulled out his handwritten note.

My Dear Son, Anthony,

I shoved the letter away and stood up. I couldn’t do this. I didn’t want to read it. I paced around the room for a while, took a shower, organized my clothes and bathroom toiletries. I did everything I could to avoid that letter. I finally took a deep breath, sat back down, pulled the letter closer and started again.

My Dear Son, Anthony,

Since you’re reading this, you know that my time was up. My life is filled with many regrets, and one of those is not having taken the time to get to know you. While I spent my life as a doctor, helping and taking care of others, I failed miserably at taking care of you.

I can still hear your ragged voice as you choked on tears when you called me from school all those years ago. When I saw you in the emergency room, I couldn’t believe what they had done to you. If I had been there for you, as I should have been, you wouldn’t have suffered. Not a day has gone by since that night in the hospital where I haven’t felt immense guilt.

I am very sorry for having put you through that lawsuit, son. But they needed to pay for their actions, and what their lack of actions did to you. I know the money means nothing to you, but it gave me comfort knowing that they paid in some way for the suffering they put you through. It also meant you’d be able to afford to do whatever you wanted the rest of your life.

We never talked like we should have, and I accept responsibility for that. I wish I would have known things about you that a father should know about their child. If you would, please do me this favor. Write down some of your favorite things, burn the paper and put those ashes with mine.

Be happy in life, Anthony. Don’t take a moment for granted and live your life to the fullest, son. I am so sorry for everything that I didn’t do for you. I love you, Anthony.

Love,

Dad

Fuck. I stood up and walked around the room. I tried hard not to think about what was in the letter, but couldn’t keep my mind from it. Don’t fucking cry! I went back to the table and grabbed a piece of paper from the hotel notepad.

My favorite color is blue. My favorite sport is football, and I love the 49ers. I was an honor student in high school and pitched for the high school baseball team. Pizza is my favorite food. I…wish you would have left me for dead. Then I wouldn’t hurt as much as I do now. If you hadn’t come to get me, then I wouldn’t have known what it was like to be hugged or loved by a parent. I wouldn’t have known what I missed for seventeen years! You showed me what I missed out on, and now you’re gone! Fuck this emotional pain shit! I’ll take the physical pain any day. This, what I’m feeling right now, is far worse than any beating.

“Fuck!”

I crumpled up the paper and threw it across the room. My head was pounding now. I took some ibuprofen and lay face down on the bed and closed my eyes for a while. When I had a better grip on myself, I picked up the piece of paper and re-wrote everything, but ended it on my favorite food. I tore the crumpled paper into tiny pieces and threw it in the trash near the elevator.

On my way to the balcony with his letter and my note, I grabbed a book of matches. Once outside, I set them ablaze, merging the words we never spoke to each other into a pile of smoke and ash. After they cooled, I put them into the envelope.

As promised, Blake came to visit me soon after that. I think he knew I wasn’t doing too hot.

“Did you read your letter?”

I nodded, but wouldn’t dare open my mouth. Blake put his hands on my shoulders and squeezed gently, like my dad used to. I was trying to focus on the buttons of his shirt, but they were so blurry. I didn’t want Blake to see me cry. I was stronger than this. I tried thinking of everything to keep me from crying, but his hands…they were just like my dad’s. They were comforting and made me feel safe, but I never told my dad.

“Anthony, look at me,” he said.

He did it on purpose. I know he did. He knew if I moved my eyes, the tears would fall over my eyelids. It was becoming harder and harder to hold in. That fucking lump was in my throat, and I was shaking. Blake squeezed my shoulders again and said something my dad would often say to me after I started living with him, and it nearly did me in.

“Relax and let it out.”

I shook my head slowly so the tears wouldn’t fall.

“Look at me,” he said again, and when it became obvious that I couldn’t hold it in anymore, he slowly pulled me into a hug. “Anthony, I’m so sorry. I know how much this hurts.”

I didn’t look at him, but let him hug me. He felt like my dad did and if I didn’t look at him, then I could pretend that it was him one last time.

“Come on, Anthony. Let’s get some food in you. Today was a lot.”

I nodded, washed my face and changed shirts. We went downstairs to the hotel restaurant and bar and watched some football highlights that were playing on the TVs while we ate. Niners lost.

“Thank you, Blake, for coming up here with me.”

“I wouldn’t have had it any other way. You’re not alone, Anthony.”

Chapter Seventeen

September 1996

I sat on the same bench we sat on yesterday and watched Anthony as he stood out on the pier and scattered the ashes of his father into the bay below him. He remained standing for a few moments before I saw his hand go up to his eyes. I went to him, but he must have sensed that I was on my way, because his walls were back up by the time I got to him.

“Thank you for coming with me, Blake. I don’t think I would have gotten through all of this on my own,” Anthony said as we took our seats on the plane.

“You would have, Anthony. But I’m glad you didn’t have to do it on your own.”

I knew that Anthony wasn’t close to his father, but I think he was still going to grieve the loss. Cathy and I would keep a close eye on him because I feared that Anthony would withdraw on his own otherwise.

Chapter Eighteen

September 1996

I hadn’t been to the club in nearly a week since I returned from California. Blake has been trying to keep an eye on me, and I keep shutting him out. I think I need some time away. I’m not able to uphold my responsibilities to Blake or Irons right now.

I walked into Irons and gazed around the main floor, looking for Blake. It was still very early and hoped to catch him before the club opened.

“Graves.”

I turned to find Paul strolling toward me. He put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed.

“Sorry to hear about your dad. You must be devastated.”

I nodded and continued to look around for Blake.

“You doing, okay? I haven’t seen you around this past week, though I can understand.”

Why was he fucking squeezing my shoulder so goddamn hard?

“I’m fine, thanks,” I said and shrugged out from under his hand.

“You seem tense, Graves. Have you thought about talking to a sadist about helping you release all this stress and tension?”

“What? No, I just came to talk to Blake.”

“I could open up a whole new world for you Graves. Make you question everything about yourself.”

What the fuck?

“Have you seen Blake?”

“He’s probably busy, Graves. Contrary to what you think, the world does not revolve around you.”

“I know that.”

“Are you sure? Maybe without your father funding your every wet dream whim and stroking your ego, you’ll find out how the real world works. I have a feeling you’ve lived a coddled life.”

“You don’t know a fucking thing about me, Paul.”

“I might know more than you are willing to admit about yourself.”

“Don’t fuck with me.”

“Why not, Graves. You really might enjoy it, son.”

“Paul, enough.”

I looked over at Blake as he was approaching with Luke. Paul patted the back of my head as he moved on. I was so angry, and I knew I was overly emotional right now.

“Take it easy, Anthony. Just relax,” Blake encouraged, and I nodded.

“I just came to talk to you. I’m sorry. I…”

“Come on. Let’s go to my office and talk.”

Chapter Nineteen

September 1996

I took a seat on the couch in my office instead of sitting behind my desk. I wanted Anthony not to feel like he was reporting in, but that he and I were talking as friends. While Anthony has not been at the club this week, I've stayed in contact with him.

He’s been a quiet guy ever since I have known him and he’s not the easiest man to read, but I've been trying my best. We had lunch together once this week, and he seems to be doing okay, but still, I worry about him. I'm all he has, and I won't let this kid down.

Wearing a scowl and a crinkled forehead, Anthony sat in front of me. I thought it was a positive step for him since he came to me to talk. I also feared how stressed he must be for him to come to me.

“I think I need to step away from Irons for a while.”

My heart began pounding. I knew that if Anthony retreated, he might never come back.

“How long are you thinking?” I asked.

“Maybe just a few weeks. I can't uphold my commitment to you and Irons right now. I'd rather step away for a little bit, get focused and then return.”

Anthony ran his hand through his hair and grabbed fistfuls of his t-shirt around his stomach. He was struggling with this, and I could tell that he didn't really want to step away, but he felt the stress and pressure of the mentoring program and all that it involved. I think he probably thought about this decision for a few days and most likely lost sleep over it.

“Anthony, you don't want to walk away from Irons, do you?”

“No, but I can't focus much right now. And you don't need me being in the dungeon if I can't concentrate.”

I hated to see him withdraw from Irons, even if it was just for a short term. Anthony didn’t have any friends outside of the club, and I felt that he could benefit from being around people he identified most with.

“Let's do this, instead of an entire evening of being a monitor, how about just thirty minutes? And just watching two stalls.”

Anthony seemed surprised that I was willing to work with him. I was going to do whatever I could to help him because I didn't want him retreating into his shell.

“Ok, I can do that.”

“Good, then that’s what we’ll do. Don't worry about this, Anthony, it'll be okay.”

He nodded, and I told him that I would take care of the scheduling. When I walked out of the office with him, Paul was hanging out in the hallway. Thankfully, I don't think Anthony noticed, but this was going to be something I would address.

“Irons opens soon, Anthony. Want to go get a bite to eat?”

I took him to a nearby restaurant and made sure he was eating something. I have a feeling he wasn't doing much of that on his own right now. He didn't look depressed to me, but I know that depression can mask itself in many forms. His face was hard though, and I couldn't quite put my finger on what that meant with him.

We got back to the club just as the doors were opening and I found Mistress Melissa down in the dungeon. I let her know that Anthony would be monitoring two cells just for thirty minutes tonight. While Anthony was checking the stalls for the first aid kits to ensure they are stocked, I told Melissa to keep an eye on him too.

“Let me know if he looks out of it,” I said.

Melissa told me what she overheard Paul say to Anthony earlier in the main room. This shit is going to end. On my way up to the main floor, Paul was heading down the stairs. Perfect timing. I pointed at him and said that I needed a word with him. We remained silent until we got to my office.

“What did you say to Anthony this afternoon?” I abruptly asked.

“What did the golden boy say that I said?”

“Paul, grow up. You're nearly twice his age. Does it make you feel better to tell him that he was coddled? His dad just died, can you have a little compassion? I hate to break it to you, but you don't know anything about his life. And what you think you have all figured out, is wrong.”

“If you had let me mentor him, perhaps I would know about his life by now. I might have him sorted out, but instead, you're continuing to coddle the rich kid.” Paul stepped closer to me. “I could have straightened him out, had you given me a chance.”

“You have no idea what a bullet I dodged by not assigning him to you. You would have steered him to fit your needs. I'm removing you from the mentoring program altogether.”

This had struck a chord with Paul.

“Fuck, Blake. He must really suck your dick better than your wife and be the best fuck you've had.”

“Don't test me, Paul. One more shitty comment is all that it will take for me to suspend you from Irons.”

“You would do that? You’d risk our friendship over that golden boy?”

“Paul, I will do whatever I see necessary for the integrity and safety of this club.”

Chapter Twenty

December 1996

Anthony had just finished an incredible scene down in the dungeon with the St. Andrews Cross, wax and a beautiful bottom. He has been practicing with candle wax for a number of months now and a wax loving bottom was eager to try a scene with him and the wax. It went well, and I was so proud of him. A lot of the Masters and Mistresses, including some regular members, were standing around waiting to chat with Anthony. Most of the members kept their comments brief so Anthony could catch his breath. He provided after care and then immediately afterward, a lot of people wanted to say something to him.

We were at the bar when a few of our newer members came over to talk to him. They were older than Anthony and had just been members since the beginning of the month. I really liked both of the new members. They hadn’t gone down the mentorship path that Anthony had, but they were both experienced.

“That was an amazing scene. May I ask where you get your candles for your wax scenes from?” One of them asked.

“Blake has a catalog around here that has a bunch of equipment in it. I order them from there. Do you play with wax?”

“A little bit, though I will admit, the candles you were using looked great. They made that girl moan instead of scream.”

The guys shared a few laughs and then they introduced themselves to one another.

“Sorry, man. Let me introduce myself; I’m Colin.”

“I’m Anthony, nice to meet you.”

Anthony shook Colin’s hand then the other gentleman’s offered hand.

“I’m Matt. I caught your rope scene last weekend. How long have you been rigging?”

“Since July. Lots to learn still,” Anthony said.

Just in the short time that Matt and Colin have been members, they were easily two of my favorites, along with Anthony. And for once, it was nice to see Anthony talking and laughing with a few guys that were probably the closest to his age.

I excused myself from the three guys and began making my rounds when Paul stopped me.

“How many more twenty somethings running around with their parent’s money are you going to let in this place, Blake? As if Graves wasn’t enough, we need two more rich boys?”

“Paul, those gentlemen have gone through all of the safety courses and are extremely friendly, experienced, put together Doms. Matt’s a doctor, and Colin is the CEO of Everett Gaming.”

“Fuck, I know all about the hotel gaming boy. Forbes knows all about him too. I thought you were worried and concerned with who the golden boy hangs out with. You’re okay with him hanging out with the doctor and the hotel guy?” Paul questioned.

“I am.”

Paul continued to watch the younger Doms over the coming weeks and I, in turn, kept my eyes on him. Anthony, Colin, and Matt were becoming great friends, and I was elated that Anthony had found a couple of really nice guys to be friends with. I know he didn’t have friends outside of the club, but I was hopeful that Colin and Matt could become good friends with him.

It was a few days before Christmas when I witnessed Anthony finding a dynamic that I could tell he instantly loved. Cathy and I were in the dungeon alongside Matt and many other onlookers, as Anthony and Colin co-topped a bottom.

Anthony and Colin moved flawlessly through the scene. They fed off each other almost as if they had been doing this for years together. I was so proud of how far Anthony has come in just the past year that he’s been coming to Irons and he would just continue to grow.

Chapter Twenty-One

February 2003

"Harder, Professor!" whined a bratty bottom that one of our club members was playing with.

Seth was a long-time member of Irons, and I often enjoyed watching his scenes because he favored the Daddy Dom/little girl dynamic, which was one of my interests. I leaned against the pillar in the hall and smiled as I watched the little bratty one get put over Seth's lap. This girl was really working out the scene and was making her motions overly dramatic. Seth inserted a decent sized butt plug, which quieted the girl down for a few moments before he began spanking her with the ruler.

Once the punishment was handed over, Seth had tied her to the desk, fucked her and then carried her to the bright colored red chair off to the side. The brat curled up on his lap and nestled her head against his chest. They were content as Seth provided after care.

I sighed, and when I turned to head downstairs, I saw Cathy leaning on the opposite pillar watching me. She smiled as she approached me and placed her hand on my chest before letting it traipse down to the bulge in my pants. Daddy Dom/little girl scenes always made me rock hard, and she knew it.

"Blake, darling, why don't you see if you can schedule a play time with her?" Cathy asked while groping me.

I shook Cathy off. Seth's little play partner was too dramatic. While I loved the Daddy Dom/little girl dynamic, I wanted the play partner to be more genuinely attracted to that role versus a bratty bottom that just wanted to play in that role for an evening. I knew that the urge was too deeply rooted in me to be sated by a young woman just filling that role for a play scene. At least, by one who really had no interest in the dynamic.

Over the years, Cathy has continued to try to enter the head space needed to play with me in Daddy Dom/little girl scenes. It's something that despite her trying, she just can't do it. I understand and certainly am not going to push her into doing it. She, however, realizes that kind of play is a desire of mine. Cathy has tried helping me find partners in Irons to play to meet that need, but so far, I haven’t felt any connection with the possible play partners. And for me to be true to myself and feed this desire, I must have some connection with the young woman. For other types of play scenes, as long as it’s negotiated, I can play with just about anyone in my club. But the Daddy Dom/little girl play is on lock down until I find the right young woman. I'm lucky to have such an open wife that I can entertain all of my urges with…except one that I really want to turn loose.

Chapter Twenty-Two

February 2003

It was Tuesday and "guest night" at my club. I made sure that Irons had the appropriate staff on hand for Dungeon Monitors on these nights. While it was fantastic to see new faces, the word "liability" was always at the forefront in my mind. The last thing I needed was an injury or an accusation on my hands because God knows how hard it was to obtain licensing for Irons with a liquor license here in Vegas. I couldn’t afford to have anything go sideways.

I walked around the club to check on all of my Dungeon Monitors and their stations. When I made my way to the lower level where the dungeon and stalls are, I immediately saw Paul. I was glad he was a monitor down here tonight and at the opposite end of the dungeon was Anthony. Both men took the Dungeon Monitor roles seriously, and I headed upstairs satisfied that they'd have the dungeon under control. Thankfully, Paul had calmed down over the years with regards to Anthony, and all it took was that final conversation with Paul where I threatened to suspend him from the club and removed him from the mentoring program. I think a lot of it was pure jealousy though. Anthony was so young when he joined the club and was wealthy, educated and was finding his place in the BDSM community. Paul was jealous of that, though I’m sure he would deny it.

I noticed Brent was at the bar and made my way over to him, as I hadn’t seen him in a while. Brent wasn’t a 24/7 Dom by any means. Brent also wasn’t a member, so I only saw him on guest nights. He’s a service Top who stops in when the mood strikes him. Tonight, was a little different in that he had a very young woman with him, and at first glance, I feared she may not even be old enough to drink. My concern took me to my front desk and check-in lobby. The staff knows to check identification especially close on guest night, but the only way I'd relax was to view her sign-in card myself. In the lobby, I asked for Brent's card and the card for the young woman he brought this evening. With it, in my hand, I began reviewing it.

Kelsie Helden, age twenty-one, no known allergies to medications, Brent was listed as the emergency contact, no known triggers, one hard limit: ball gags. Her safe word is 'red'.

Nothing jumped out at me other than she was extremely young and with such a small list of hard limits, it led me to believe that she wasn't very experienced in the lifestyle. I did find it interesting though what she had listed there for her hard limits: ball gags. She’s obviously had some experience and knows she’s not into it.

Joining Brent for a beer at the bar, I watched Kelsie interact with one of our younger submissives. She had a spark about her that I could pick up on as I watched her for a few moments.

"New girl, Brent?" I asked and nodded in the direction of Kelsie.

"Not exactly, Blake. Call it a mentoring project."

When I heard the phrase “mentoring project”, I knew that more was involved between them than just a sexual fling. Our mentoring program at Irons was very involved. Given the hell I went through to get licensure for the club, I had taken many precautions to ensure that this was a safe place. I knew the time and care that is involved with mentoring someone and it can be the most rewarding experience.

Brent explained that on multiple occasions Kelsie has been escorted off the hotel property where he is head of security. Though the circumstances were not what I would have assumed.

A number of months ago, Brent was called to one of the hotel rooms after a room attendant found Kelsie bound to the bed and gagged. Here's the ball gag connection, I thought to myself. Kelsie had met some young men at a shitty BDSM club near the university, and they had an evening with her at the hotel Brent worked. The guys ran off, and Kelsie was later found by the housekeeping staff.

“She was questioned by my security team and denied that she wasn’t there on her own accord. She indicated she was fucked up and likes that sort of thing. To be honest, I hated the way security looked at her after she admitted she was into the stuff the men did. Granted, I’m sure she didn’t like being cuffed to the hotel bed and then left, but I thought it was pretty brave of her to admit. She refused medical care from the paramedics and left on her own. She’s a tough girl.”

I sipped my beer and listened to Brent continue on.

"A Few weeks later, I saw her on a security camera arriving with another guy. I watched how rough he was with her as they walked toward the elevator. I intercepted them and told the guy to get lost. Kelsie met him hours before at the same fucking club.”

“Which club?” I interrupted.

“Tails.”

I wasn’t surprised. Tails has been shut down numerous times only to reopen and somehow pull even a darker crowd. Tails didn’t require membership, nor did they have safety precautions in place to prevent problems. The club drew a crowd of individuals that sought young college kids or those inexperienced in the BDSM lifestyle. These people selected the inexperienced or young because they didn’t pose a threat. Tails didn’t have Dungeon Monitors either, and rumor has it, everyone signs a waiver that what happens in the club, stays in the club. Which is bullshit and completely dangerous.

Brent continued, “I was concerned that she was going to get herself into trouble with these guys from Tails. She obviously craved aspects in the lifestyle but was getting messed up in the wrong crowd. And she has a mouth on her. I took her to the coffee shop in the hotel and talked to her about safety. I told her Tails was not a good place for her. She said she couldn’t get into any of the nicer BDSM clubs so she frequented Tails. I came clean to her right away and told her I was in the lifestyle, which is how I knew that Tails was trash. She and I made a deal. I told her I’d bring her here, to Irons, so that she could see the difference between Tails and a exceptional club and she promised me to stay out of Tails.”

Feeling a sense of pride in my club and I smiled and returned my gaze to Kelsie as she listened to another submissive point out various stations.

“You do realize that you’ve dangled candy in front of a child by bringing her here, Brent.”

“Blake, you know Tails isn’t a good place. That girl, won’t last there. She wouldn’t even make the news if her body was found in the alley behind the club. She doesn’t have any family, and she’s kind of bratty. She’d piss some asshole at Tails off by topping from the bottom and end up in a dumpster.”

I continued to watch Kelsie as Brent spoke to heinous events taking place inside and outside of Tails. I’ll admit that I was intrigued by what Brent was telling me about Kelsie, but I’m in my late forties, and I’ve been around the block before.

"She's feisty. I've played a bit with her, and she tops from the bottom, gets mouthy.”

“She seeks attention,” I suggested and continued to watch her.

“She says her safe word after a scene,” Brent added.

I glanced at Brent with some concern.

“After?” I asked him, making sure that I understood what he was saying correctly.

"She says it to avoid any form of after care, Blake. She craves this lifestyle, but she’s going to get hurt.”

My eyes found the little firecracker that Brent was describing.

"What do you know of her background?" I asked.

"Nothing really.”

I winced. My views on mentoring were slightly different than Brent’s. How could he be mentoring her if he knew very little about her? Granted, there were things about Anthony that I’ve never been able to crack open.

“Are you going to scene with her this evening?” I asked him.

“Fuck, yeah. I didn't bring her to the coolest, private club in the city to have her sit on a couch."

I wished him the best with her and watched as he approached Kelsie. Her eyes lit up, and as he spoke, Kelsie's smile widened as she did a small jump of excitement. Brent took her by the hand and headed downstairs to the dungeon.

Handing my empty beer bottle to the bartender, I decided to go watch Brent and Kelsie. I found them in a stall with the St. Andrews Cross, Kelsie was already naked. While Brent was prepping the station, and rolling his shoulders, Kelsie moved around the room with energy. With every eager jump of anticipation and exaggerated motion of her arms and hands, her breasts provided me with a show. Damn.

Kelsie was so excited, yet Brent paid little attention to her. She asked him questions about the furniture with such enthusiasm. He answered her questions but didn't turn to face her at all. Brent wanted things on his terms and when it was convenient for him. I knew he was concerned for Kelsie's safety, but that might be it. Her excitement started to die, and the little brat with a mouth emerged.

"I hope your arm isn't too tired from jacking off so much that it'll affect how hard you flog me."

I stood up straighter and felt myself stiffen in my pants. I waited to see how Brent would respond to the little challenge Kelsie threw in the air at him. I was so engrossed watching them that I hadn't noticed Anthony was standing next to me now.

"Looks like Brent has his hands full with that one," Anthony said quietly to me.

"Anthony, maybe you're up to the challenge?"

"Uh, that's a firm no. Brats and I don’t mix. Don't have time for that shit."

I smiled at Anthony and returned my gaze to the flogging that was now taking place. I knew Anthony would never play with this girl. He is super selective with who he plays with and nine out of ten times, he co-tops with Colin.

"How about you give your mouth a rest tonight, Kelsie?" Brent said between blows to her back with the flogger.

Kelsie frowned while up on the cross but remained quiet. After a few minutes of no noise aside from the flogger kissing her skin, Brent uttered something that almost made me stop their scene.

"See you can be quiet if you try. I didn't even have to gag you."

Many thoughts went through my head. It was one thing to use talk of a punishment to encourage a behavior, but it was something completely different to threaten the use of something on a hard limit list. That tactic instills fear. It was almost instant that I saw Kelsie's body tighten and Anthony bumped my arm. I looked down, and he handed me Kelsie's play card.

"Her hard limit is ball gags," Anthony said quietly.

All of my Dungeon Monitors had copies of the play cards so they could be on the lookout for anything that may raise concern. Just as this was raising concern now. Thankfully, all I needed to do was step into the archway of the stall. Brent caught my presence and paced back and forth for a bit before returning to Kelsie.

"Sorry, Kelsie," Brent whispered and unbuckled her wrists and legs from the cross. “I don’t think we should continue tonight.”

Kelsie walked toward her clothes, but Brent tried to guide her over to the couch. She was stiff and wanted to be as far from here as she could. This was very clear to me.

"Kelsie, sit down with me for a minute," Brent tried again.

"No, I don't want you to feel like you have to get a ball gag."

Kelsie got dressed, and she waited next to me with her arms folded for Brent to take her home. I hated seeing scenes go bad like this one, not that it was much of a scene anyhow, especially for a new face as this would leave a permanent mark. With Brent beside her, she looked up at me with her watery eyes.

"Thank you for allowing me to see your club. It’s really incredible."

"My pleasure, little sub. You're welcome here every guest night," I said and winked at her.

Her reaction to being called "little sub" was evident very quickly. Her pupils dilated behind the sheen of unshed tears, and her cheeks gave off a pinkish hue. Anthony and Brent were there to see the reaction as well.

Since I had her attention, I encouraged her to sit upstairs for a bit before leaving. I wanted her to have some sort of after care and if she wasn't going along with Brent's idea of it, then in a roundabout way, she'd go for mine.

We went upstairs, and Brent was able to get her to sit at the bar next to him. I walked around behind the counter and gave Brent a bottle of water, and I poured a glass of water for Kelsie and stuck a straw in it.

"Please drink all of the water, little sub," I politely instructed.

She smiled wide and sipped from the straw. Brent and I carried on a conversation and every now and then I glanced over to Kelsie to see how she was coming along with the water. Once she finished, she left with Brent.

I wandered around the club for the rest of the evening, unable to shake the image of Kelsie standing before me, smiling brightly at the term of endearment, “little sub”. As I walked around Irons, thinking about the rowdy girl, I couldn’t help but notice the warmth building in the pit of my stomach…and I swore to push that feeling down.

Chapter Twenty-Three

March 2003

Standing in the lobby of Irons with my wife next to me, I scanned the new faces that were coming in for guest night. My club has built up a fantastic reputation, and I intend to keep it that way.

"Blake, isn't that the young woman Brent arrived with a few weeks ago?" Cathy asked quietly as she leaned into my ear.

Kelsie was standing near the door, and each time it opened her hair would blow off her shoulders. A pang in my stomach made itself known as I gazed at Kelsie. Slightly annoyed that my body was reacting the way it was, I simply nodded. Since the first night Kelsie appeared in the club, Cathy has encouraged me to talk more to Brent about her. Cathy has been nothing but one hundred percent supportive and encouraging with regards to my need to engage in Daddy Dom/little girl scenes, though I’ve really tried to shelve that desire.

Cathy and I watched Kelsie over the course of thirty minutes check her phone a number of times and then she finally sat down on one of the long benches.

"Do you think she's waiting for Brent?"

"Most likely. Considering what a firecracker Kelsie is it’s kind of funny that she seems scared to go inside on her own," I said and checked my watch.

I smiled and greeted a few other guests as they walked by and shook my hand. Kelsie’s personality wasn’t one I haven’t seen before. Energetic, bubbly, charismatic and mouthy. The type that wants a lot of attention, but not the kind they need. I’ve seen many bottoms and subs similar to Kelsie: all trying to divert attention to other parts of their lives except where it’s needed most.

"Blake, why don't you invite her inside?" Cathy encouraged with a broad smile.

Cathy gave my arm a pat and said she was going to go watch a few male subs in the dungeon. I laughed and wished her well down in the dungeon. I watched Kelsie for a few more minutes before making my way over to her.

"Evening, Kelsie," I greeted her while standing a few feet from her.

Her stressed face relaxed as she smiled and she said hello. I sat beside her and made idle chit chat for a few moments before bringing up Brent.

"He sent me an email this morning saying that he might not be able to make it this evening. I told him I'd go and wait for him just in case."

While she and I were talking about her last visit, her phone lit up. It was Brent calling to tell her that he would not make it this evening. The frown returned to Kelsie's face as she hung up and slumped against the wall.

"Damn," she muttered. "Maybe next week," she said in an attempt to sound chipper and not disappointed. “I’ve got a shit ton of other things to do anyhow.”

"You are welcome to come inside, Kelsie. There aren't any monsters in there."

I knew she was scared to go in alone. It struck me odd how the girl could walk into Tails by herself, yet afraid to go through my doors. I brought this up to her, and she only blushed and smiled.

"Tails is probably more my speed," she said. "I'm not sure I belong here. Your club is really nice."

I sat quietly but smiled at her. Self-esteem wasn't a well-stocked characteristic for her. And perhaps she really was scared to be in there alone.

"I'll take you inside, and I will stay with you if you’d like." A huge smile spread across her face, and she turned to face me. "Problem solved."

I took her to the check-in desk and had her sign-in and look over her play card from the last time she was here to ensure it was accurate. I told her I'd give her the owner's tour as I held open the heavy door leading inside Irons.

While showing Kelsie around and chatting a bit with her, I began to pick up on a slight accent, but couldn't for the life of me place it. It was a cute accent, and I started asking more questions just so I could hear it.

"Are you originally from Vegas?"

"No, I came here from New York."

I nodded and knew for certain this wasn't a New York accent, in any form. She left it at that though, and I noticed she quickly changed the topic of conversation away from her. Clever little girl, but I'm a step ahead.

"Are you interested in participating in a scene this evening?" I asked her as we strolled around the second level. I knew we had tons to Doms and Tops that would love to play with this girl. Including me.

"Sure!"

"Do you have anything in particular in mind or just want to see where it goes?"

She shrugged and looked around at all of her options for theme rooms. Just as I expected, she gravitated to the classroom. Standing in the doorway, I watched her bright eyes scan the room. Her fingertips danced along the desktops, and when she saw the chalk sitting in the tray, she ran over to it. With the chalk in hand, she turned to face me with a mischievous look on her face.

"May I write on the board?"

I motioned for her to have at it and I sat on top of one of the desks to watch her. She wrote, “I will not talk out of turn.”

Interesting, I thought. My mind began working, wondering if there is a connection between that and the ball gag hard limit.

"Are you in trouble for talking when you should have been quiet?" I playfully asked her.

"Yes. Though, I know I need to be quiet in class while the teacher is teaching. Are you going to punish me, Mr. Principal?"

Kelsie was quickly pressing all of my buttons, and I felt myself harden, despite her slightly topping from the bottom. Surprised by the quickening of my heart, I stood and moved closer to the front of the classroom. I motioned with my index finger for her to step to the desk. She wore a mischievous expression proudly, and I could see the excitement in her eyes.

"Yes, Kelsie. I am going to punish you. Lean over and place your forearms on the desk, part your legs."

She quickly complied, and I reminded her to use her safe word if she felt the need. With Brent's words floating in my head regarding Kelsie saying her safe word after a scene, I tried to hit that head on.

"If you need to use your safe word, please do. Play will stop, and we will sit and talk about it."

I stood behind her to the right and lifted her skirt. Damn. The girl had on bright, bubble gum, pink panties. I would enjoy this but at my pace. I slowly let the palm of my hand rub over the lace material. Through the panties, I could tell her ass was shapely, but firm. Slipping a few fingertips between the leg band and her soft skin, I moved my hand very slowly from her hip down her bottom before it curved down to her pussy. I repeated the motions on the other side and smiled when I heard her whimper with need.

Tracing the outline of the top band to her pink panties with both hands, I flattened my palms against her body and lightly massaged the two dimples above her panty band. Kelsie pushed her ass into my hand, but I stilled her movements. My pace.

I continued my slow path of rubbing and gently squeezing until I let my hand make the slight curve to cup her pussy. A small gasp of pleasure escaped her lips as my fingertips grazed her soaked panties. They were tight against her mound, and I could trace the lips over the wet material.

Hooking my thumbs inside the top of her panties, I tugged them down until they were just below her ass cheeks. The sight of this made my cock throb, and I knew I was seeping pre-cum. This was one of my favorite views; a naughty little thing bent over, panties just below the ass, waiting for whatever comes next.

Usually, I would plug the girl's ass as I spanked her, but Kelsie was very new in this club, and I didn't have a lot of info to go off of yet. I wanted this to be a good experience for her since the last one went south. Kelsie was soaked and worked up yet all I've done was rub my hands on her ass and body a bit.

With her soft skin exposed, I was able to tell that she was warm. I didn't want to spank a cold bottom as it wouldn't be nearly as pleasurable. I let my hand glide across her cheeks from the left to the right, and on the way back I squeezed. Another noise of pleasure slipped out, and I could hear her need, buried in the moan. I gave her left cheek a swat and rubbed my hand over the spot.

Kelsie did jump at the slapping of my hand on her ass, but she relaxed almost instantly. I found this to be a sign of a comfortable bottom. If she relaxes easily after being startled or surprised, then I'm doing something right. I also noticed that so far, there wasn't a sign of the mouthy bottom that Brent brought last week.

In my stern voice, I reprimanded her for being disruptive in class and told her she would get ten swats with the ruler.

"And if you're a good girl and count, you'll get a little treat afterward, and I'll let you come."

I heard a giggle, and she replied with an excited, "Yes, Sir."

Grabbing a heavier and thicker ruler than what is found in actual classrooms, I rubbed it over her ass cheeks before delivering the swats. In that sexy little voice with a slight accent, she counted to ten. By the time she hit ten, she was breathy and wound up.

"Good girl. You took your punishment, and now you'll get your treat."

Kelsie started to stand up, but with a hand on her lower back, I encouraged her to stay where she was. I sat down on the chair at the teacher's desk where she was bent over and marveled at the sight. Red, sexy ass with panties pulled down just below the ass.

"Be a good girl and stay still for me."

Kelsie didn't move a muscle as I moved closer positioning my left leg in front of hers and my right leg behind hers. With my right hand, I massaged her red cheeks and let my hand eventually slip down to her pussy. I kept my attention on her face and loved to see the feelings I was pulling from her, etched on her face. Her mouth formed an "O", and her eyes closed when I pushed two fingers into her slick pussy. I slowly finger fucked her and watched her enjoy it.

"That's a good girl, take the fingers. You like this, sweetie?"

"Ye-esss, S-sirr."

I reached around to her front, and ever so lightly made a circular pattern over her swollen clit, with my left index finger. The moment my fingertip touched her clit, she tensed. I knew it was a good tense and encouraged it.

"Come for me, Kelsie."

Moments later with two of my fingers buried in her pussy and a finger pressed against her clit, Kelsie came undone. Her pussy gripped my fingers for all it was worth, and her hips pushed forward against my finger that worked her clit.

As her panting and whimpers of pleasure calmed, I moved my left hand to rub her tummy. I dislodged my fingers from her pussy and rubbed her lower back as she began to settle. Now is when I need to keep a closer eye on her since Brent mentioned that she would deliberately say her safe word after a scene to avoid after care.

"Good girl, Kelsie," I soothed, hoping that I wouldn't hear her say ‘red.’

She stood slowly, with my hands still on her stomach and lower back. She looked slightly out of it, unsure of what to do next. I didn't want to push her because I knew 'red' was on the tip of her tongue. She wore a smile on her face, and it widened when I repeated "good girl".

I stood up, and she tilted her head back to look in my eyes. Damn, those big blue eyes staring up at me tugged me in every direction. I moved around her and went to the small fridge in the room. I eyed the options and settled on a little risk. I carried the two drinks with me and sat down on the couch while Kelsie remained standing where I left her.

"Kelsie," I motioned with my index finger for her to come over here.

I knew from what Brent said; she would balk and protest and eventually say her safe word. As I gazed at her though, I felt that if she was going to say it, that she would have said it by now. She took a few steps closer but stopped. Fair enough for now.

Leaning back into the bright colored couch, I unscrewed the lid from the water bottle and took a few sips, but never took my eyes off her. She looked like she wanted to come over and she kept eyeing the other drink that I had on the armrest on the couch.

"Is that for me?" She asked quietly.

"It is," I calmly replied and pulled the straw from the juice box and pushed it into the opening.

I held the juice box in my hand while I sipped from my water bottle. As I was thinking about reasons that may cause a little bottom to avoid after care, my heart jumped as she slowly walked to the couch and sat down beside me. I could tell she had a ton of things going through her mind.

"Good girl, Kelsie," I praised and handed her the juice.

I didn't touch her, but I put my arm on the top of the cushion behind her. I realized this was most likely as close as she allowed anyone after a scene; minor or major.

"Did you build this club on your own or buy it?" she asked while chewing on her straw.

Pleased that she was engaging in conversation and not running away, I told her that Irons was mine from scratch. We talked some about the theme rooms and play stations in the dungeon as well as outside. As the conversation continued, Kelsie pulled her feet up to the couch and turned to face me. This feisty little one was starting to get comfortable, and the walls were coming down.

As Kelsie listened to me talk about Irons and asked questions here and there, she let her head lean on my arm behind her. She stared up at me with her big blue eyes, hanging onto every word I said. The slurping noise announcing that she was finished with her juice made me smile, and I couldn’t prevent from laughing out loud.

"I think you're done with that," I said and pulled the empty juice box from her hand.

Kelsie smiled and shut her eyes as she leaned on my arm still. I had many things I could have asked her, but I refrained. I wanted her to relax and think about this evening. Brent said she was often mouthy during a scene or topped from the bottom and then flat out refused after care. Sitting as she was with me, sounded like a rarity.

After sitting together for close to an hour, I asked her if she wanted to walk around with me. I mostly wanted to get her up moving around and ensure she was fully alert before she went home tonight. She smiled, nodded and when she stood she wrapped her hand around my forearm. I drew no attention to it but smiled to myself.

We made our way to the dungeon and found Cathy fucking a male sub with a strap-on. I had to stop because watching her top a sub was so sexy to me, and I needed to spend more time with Kelsie, rather than pound my wife’s pussy as soon as she finished.

"Wow," Kelsie whispered.

I looked at her and smiled.

When the male sub came, I felt Kelsie grip my forearm a little tighter. Slowly we moved through the rest of the dungeon and then headed back upstairs. I felt confident that she had some time to move around and was alert enough to drive home. And I was happy that possibly for the first time, she enjoyed a little bit of after care, though I would have preferred more for her. We were now in the lobby, and she was putting her jacket on when I handed her my card.

"Kelsie, I'd like to see you tomorrow. Lunch? Coffee?"

Her eyebrows shot up, and a small smile spread across her face. I got the impression that she wasn't accustomed to a Dom or Top she played with wanting to see her the next day. It was a good practice that my wife and I kept, no matter who we played with at the club. We liked to check in on the sub or bottom and ensure they were doing ok. Sub drop can be nasty, and we liked to maintain a good grip to hopefully prevent any issues.

"Ok, coffee."

We set the time for 11:00 a.m., but I told her to call me if she needed to prior to that. I made sure she got to her car and that she was tucked in safely before heading back inside the club. Cathy was sitting at the bar with the male bottom she had been playing with, and I took the seat up next to her.

"Hi darling, how was your evening?" Cathy asked me with a bright smile on her face.

I couldn't hide my smile at all. Kelsie was the first bottom I've played with in a long time that tickled the bone in me that needed to be a disciplinarian and a nurturer. I felt that I received everything that I needed in that short scene with her. I didn't come or even have my dick out, but I felt so satisfied. Granted, I would have preferred her to let me hold her, but I knew she wasn't comfortable with that.

The entire drive home, I thought about Kelsie. First and foremost, I hoped she made it home ok and that she had remembered to drink some more water like I asked her to. I decided to send her an email when we got inside. I helped draw a bath for Cathy and then began getting myself ready for bed. I pulled my phone out and had an email from an unknown email address. Opening it up, I smiled when I saw that it was Kelsie.

Thank you for playing with me.

Kelsie

In her email, there was a cartoon of a cat with pink sunglasses on holding a popsicle. I hit “reply” and typed out a quick message.

You are more than welcome, little sub. Did you make it home ok?

Kelsie’s reply came quickly.

Yes, sir. In my jammies and in bed.

Good girl. Sleep well, and I will see you at 11:00 tomorrow.

Blake

I set the phone down and finished getting ready for bed, but before I crawled into the comforts of the warm sheets, I glanced at my phone again and saw the email indicator telling me a new email was waiting for me.

Do I get a treat for being good?

I leaned against the dresser and stared at her text. This girl could very easily be the perfect play partner for me. She was interested in pleasing me, making me proud and wanting a treat for doing so. Something was telling me that she was naturally and genuinely a “little girl.”

Perhaps. Go to sleep, Kelsie.

Kelsie's reply was another cartoon cat with the pink sunglasses, but this one was holding a present. I shook my head and crawled into bed with Cathy. Before she and I called it a night, we talked about Kelsie and the young man Cathy played with. I knew Cathy really enjoyed topping male subs, it always made her pussy soaked. Listening to her talk about using a crop on the young man and then how he ate her pussy only made me ache more. Moments later, Cathy was sitting on my aching erection, riding me to a quick release.

Chapter Twenty-Four

March 2003

Morning came quickly, and I enjoyed my wife, as I do every morning. She and I both slept naked so my morning play “needs” were easier to pull off. I pulled the fur lined cuffs from the headboard and clasped them around Cathy’s wrists as she began to stir. I grabbed the clover nipple clamps from the nightstand and gave each of her nipples a pinch before attaching the nipple clamps.

With closed eyes, Cathy smiled widely. Her hips were slightly moving around in hopes of getting some relief. I rarely denied my wife relief, but I decided when she’d get that relief.

I pulled Cathy’s body lower on the bed and took hold of her ankles. I kissed each foot and sucked on each toe before wrapping another fur lined cuff around each ankle and attaching it to the headboard. I was getting hard at the sight of her completely bound.

She was still in her sleepy but turned on stage. I gaze down between her legs and saw a sheen of her excitement, glistening up at me. Her clit was already making its appearance, and her puckered asshole was daring me.

I lowered my head and rimmed her asshole. I let my tongue dart in and out as it massaged her. Her moans grew in volume, and her hips moved with more urgency. Moving my face, I sucked on my index finger before pushing it up her ass.

“Oh, Blake, Sir!”

Cathy and I enjoyed ass play, and I loved making her squeal; which is what I intended to do this morning. One fail safe way to make Cathy squeal was to fuck her ass with a small, almost non-existent amount of lube. Cathy most definitely had some masochistic traits in her and she enjoyed some pain. I always used just enough to get my cock in. She loved the primal feeling of a raw ass fucking, and the way it made me feel is indescribable.

I pulled my finger out of her ass and gave her entrance one more lick before spitting directly on it. I shoved a pillow under her ass and lined my cock up with the wad of my saliva that covered her entrance I’d soon be piercing. Taking hold of her hips, I impaled her ass.

“Ah! Oh, fuck! Shit, Blake!”

I remained still as I watched my wife’s head writhe from side to side. Her arms and legs were now pulled tight against the restraints, and her hips began to move. Knowing my cock was lodged deeply in her ass, I leaned forward and gripped the headboard.

“That’s it, take my cock up that ass, my dirty slut.”

A huge smile decorated Cathy’s face, and she nodded while confirming that she was my ‘dirty slut’. She and I always played with names during sex and scenes. Cathy eats it up and thrives on it. I gripped the headboard tighter and began fucking her ass hard. Moans and phrases of pleasure began filling the space in our room, and I could tell when she was about to burst.

“I’m going to fill this ass, dirty slut,” I breathed out between my ragged breath.

I gazed down at her clamped nipples and watched sweat from my forehead land between her breasts.

“Please, Sir! Please fill my ass!”

A few more thrusts and I released my warm seed deep in her ass. I reached down, pinched her clit and felt her orgasm zip through her body as the ring of her muscles that were wrapped around the base of my cock squeezed me. More yelps and moans ripped from her mouth as she came.

With my cock buried deep in her ass, I removed her wrists and ankles from the cuffs. I pulled out and helped Cathy roll over, so the pillow that was under her ass was now under her stomach. I pulled her cheeks apart and smiled at the hint of my white, creamy load that lay just behind the tight entrance.

“Beautiful, my dirty slut.”

I gave her ass cheek a swat and then kissed the spot before getting up from the bed. I went to the dresser and looked at the toy contents inside before quickly settling on a thick, glass butt plug. I sat back down on the bed and tapped on her butt. Cathy knew what was coming and I saw the smile spread across her face. If I come in her ass in the morning, afterward she gets a butt plug of my choice and wears it during the day until I remove it. And of course, we make a production of that as well.

“Part those cheeks.”

Cathy parted them, and I saw my gob of cum start to seep its way out. Not so fast. I spat again right on her hole and pressed the glass plug against her entrance. She cooed and moved a bit.

“My dirty slut wants her plug, hmm?”

“Please, Sir.”

I obliged and pushed the thick plug in and then she removed her hands. I propped myself up on my side while I stroked her back and spent some time coming down together. Soon, Cathy and I moved around our large master bathroom getting ready for our day. I was in the shower when Cathy announced she was going to go start the coffee.

Over breakfast, Cathy continued talking about Kelsie; mentioning how cute she was and playful. Casually, while eating a bowl of fruit, Cathy suggested that I bring Kelsie home today for some afternoon play. For a brief moment, my mind flashed on Kelsie sitting on “daddy’s” cock while having her ass fingered. I sipped on my coffee and glanced at the newspaper.

"Honey, this is nothing more than a day after check-in. Same thing you're doing with the fella this afternoon."

"Blake, you've wanted a ‘little girl’ play partner for so long. Just keep an open mind. She might be very interested in having you as a Daddy Dom," Cathy kissed me and headed out of the kitchen.

Hearing the phrase 'Daddy Dom' made me hard. The mere thought of having that dynamic with Kelsie sent pulsing surges straight to my groin.

Chapter Twenty-Five

March 2003

I parked the car and glanced at the time on the display. I knew I was early. It was 10:50 a.m., but I still got out and headed towards the coffee house that Kelsie picked out. It was at an outdoor shopping area, and I could see how the environment would appeal to a young woman. Fuck, and she was very young, I reminded myself.

Sitting down at one of the outside tables, I glanced at my watch and then looked around. 10:55. When I saw her walking toward me, I felt the same tug in my chest that I felt when I looked at her the past few times. This time she had more clothes on, yet it didn't detract at all. Her face lit up with a smile when she saw me. I stood to greet her and was surprised when she eagerly said hello and wrapped her arms around me. Careful as to not over step my boundaries with her, I wrapped an arm around her and gave her a gentle squeeze.

"Morning, Kelsie. I hope you slept well."

"Yes! I did, thank you."

We headed inside to order our coffees and our chit chat was comfortable while we waited for our drinks. Once they were in hand, we headed back outside to the patio. In the warm sunlight, Kelsie glowed. She was all smiles, and the sunlight seems to bring out lots of light colored strands of her hair.

As she sipped on her coffee, she chatted about loving this location due to the shops and restaurants. Shopping and coffee seemed right up her alley. And my God, I loved listening to this girl talk. The faintest accent popped out here and there, and I had to find out what it was.

"Forgive my interruption, Kelsie, but every now and then I can hear a slight accent. Since the night I met you, I've been trying to figure out what it is."

Her huge smile dropped down into a small smile, and she looked down. I got the impression that I hit a nerve and proceeded with caution. I didn't want to upset her or make her uncomfortable. I reached across the table and gave her arm a pat.

"I didn't mean to offend you; I was merely curious to learn about you. It's a beautiful accent. I enjoy listening to you."

Her smile widened a little, and she brought the coffee cup to her lips.

"Wanna walk?" Kelsie asked me, her tone trying to return to happiness.

I stood and held my hand out. If we’re walking, I was holding her hand. She stared at my outstretched hand, and her big smile returned as she took hold of it. We walked a lot and talked about random things here and there, and I was learning about this little mystery girl.

"Can I tell you something, Sir?" she asked cautiously.

With her tone, I had a feeling she was about to tell me something important and hell; I loved how she held my hand and called me “Sir”. I encouraged her to proceed.

"You probably hear this, like every night at your club, but I still want to tell you." She stopped walking and took her sunglasses off, and for the first time today, I could see into those bright blue eyes. "No one has ever made me feel the way you did last night. I know that all you did was spank me, and I've had that a lot, but this was different. The way you spoke to me was different...the way you spanked me was different...you made me come, and I felt so naughty, but different afterward. I've never wanted to cuddle up next to someone so badly."

This girl was too cute. I knew she wanted to sit with me otherwise she wouldn't have. Brent had warned me that Kelsie says her safe word after scenes to avoid after care. So, I knew since she accepted some form of after care, that she must have really wanted it.

"I was so angry at myself as I drove home because I hadn't even made you come."

"Kelsie, I'll share something with you. In all my years of topping and scening, I had never felt as satisfied as I did last night fully clothed. Last night, our little spanking scene, fueled a fire that I've had deep in me for a very long time, and I don’t let it run free very often. Hardly at all, to be honest."

Her huge smiled appeared, and she squeezed by hand. I nudged us to continue walking, and it was Kelsie who continued to push our conversation in a direction that I wasn't sure I’d ever head in with another person.

"What did you like best about it, or what caused the fire in you?" she asked quietly as we passed other people walking on the sidewalk.

"That could bring on a lengthy answer." I tried to think about exactly how I wanted to answer her. "I enjoy being a disciplinarian, but also a nurturer. Does that make sense, Kelsie?"

"Yes, perfect sense. So, you're a Daddy Dom," she deduced out loud.

Surprised that my voice caught in my throat, I nodded and cleared my throat before confirming her statement. The title 'Daddy Dom' carries a stigma with it that even some in the lifestyle have a hard time grasping. I was grateful that none of my immediate friends found this kink weird or disturbing.

"Do you participate in that kind of scene, often?" she asked.

"No, I don't. Actually, very rarely. I watch them often in the club, but that's mainly the extent of it.”

"I like those kinds of play scenes. It’s where I feel the best. But again, I apologize for not making you come."

"Stop apologizing. It isn't important to me. I had fun spanking you and fingering you until you came. I'm glad to hear you like participating in scenes like that, though."

"Can we play again?" she asked, causing my heart to leap.

"I'd very much like that."

Kelsie was obviously happy about the idea of us playing again, and she shook my hand and arm playfully. Now that I was heavily considering making her a permanent play partner, I wanted to know more about her. Brent had mentioned that Kelsie is rather closed off, but he also said she won't absorb any form of after care. I am starting to feel as though he wasn't really trying with her. I decided to take an approach with her that I thought might work.

"Kelsie, do you like games?"

"Yeah! Are prizes involved?"

"Perhaps. I think we should get to know one another better, so I propose a game. We simply take turns asking one another questions. You have one 'omit' pass, and I have one; meaning we each can avoid answering one question. It’ll be an ongoing game between us. If you think of something to ask, always feel free to ask me. Want to play?"

"Ok," she said after a few moments of silence.

I felt her hand loosen in my hand and tense against mine. Her reactions told me that she has been perfectly in charge of keeping what she wanted in her life quiet and to herself. I've always been fortunate in having the ability to pull info out of friends and loved ones. If something is on their mind, I can usually extract it. My one exception to my track record has been with Anthony, but he wasn't my focus now, Kelsie was.

"I'll go first. How did you get involved in the lifestyle?" I asked her this general question that many ask and answer with potential play partners.

"I ran with an older crowd back home. I went to parties...dared to try things...liked some of the things and they just sort of stuck."

Fair enough and I already knew my next question for her.

"How about you?" she asked.

"I've been into kinky things ever since I can remember. I was rather experimental in my college years and visited various kink clubs. I knew that I wanted to open a club of my own."

We sat down on a bench and leaned back against the wood slats.

"You mentioned running with an older crowd back home. Where is home, Kelsie?"

I was dying to know this because I hoped it would give me the answer to where her slight accent originates from. She was quiet, and though she was looking at me, I felt like she was daydreaming.

"Amsterdam."

"As in the Netherlands?" I asked, hoping my voice didn't make me sound like an idiot.

Kelsie nodded, confirming my geographical intelligence. I now had tons of questions sitting on my lips. I smiled warmly at her. She seemed nervous, and I was hoping she'd relax.

"The lovely accent is Dutch," I stated as she nodded.

"My turn. How long have you been married?"

"Cathy and I have been married almost nineteen years. I was thirty when we married."

"How did you end up in America?"

"Pass."

Interesting. I was quickly getting the impression that Amsterdam wasn't a fond place for her, or coming to America wasn’t. I nodded my acceptance of her passing on the question and asked another.

"How long have you been in America?"

"I was nineteen."

"What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?"

I laughed out loud.

"What someone considers kinky, may be completely different than what the next person considers kinky. Mine might be very tame on your scale or very filthy," I prefaced my response to see if she wanted to withdraw her question.

"You've got years of kinkiness on me. My ears can handle it."

“Alright, let me think for a moment.”

I quickly ran through my memory for something I considered one of the kinkiest things in my life. I had a lot of stuff that I could have told her but settled on one of the most amazing times of my life.

“I took a job on a remote farm during the summer of my first year of college. There were a few other college guys that raved about this job. Since the farm was so remote, the job also included free room and board. Great deal, right?”

“Sounds pretty nice,” Kelsie said, and I continued.

“On one of my first nights, one of the other guys told me to go out to the barn around midnight. As I approached the barn, there was a soft glow of light. I went in and saw six girls bound to what I later found out were whipping posts. One of the women was the farmer’s wife and the other women were college aged girls that had also taken the summer job on the farm. The farmer taught the guys how to flog, use a whip and tons of other kinky things. None of the women were forced to be there and any of the college hired hands could quit at any time. I fucked so much that summer. Fucked in the fields each day and fucked in the barn every night. Tied women to hay bales, stuck little butt plugs in them that made them look like a bunny or a fox. That farmer was into a lot of stuff and he loved watching the college guys with his wife. Sometimes the women would be perched on hay bales on the inside of the animal pens with their asses against the fence. They were always bound, of course, and the guys could just go down the line, fucking. This went on for years until I graduated. A few of the girls, one other guy and I graduated all at the same time. None of us had any direction after that and the five of us moved into an apartment. Our kink expanded and we were fucking all of the time. The apartment was full of BDSM furniture and there were chains and cuffs everywhere. I spent every dime I made on new toys for the girls or floggers and other equipment. Crazy time.”

“Oh my God! That sounds amazing. Do you know what happened to any of the people you lived with?”

I nodded and thought back to all of them and smiled.

“The guy and two of the girls opened a BDSM store in L.A. and I married the other girl.”

“Oh wow! That is a neat story!”

I smiled fondly at my memory of Cathy on the farm. Though I fucked all those women almost daily, Cathy had a special place in my heart. And my love for her today is stronger than ever.

Chapter Twenty-Six

March 2003

Kelsie and I had sent emails back and forth over the rest of the week. They were playful in nature, and I began to feel like Kelsie would be a good play partner for me with this dynamic. She seems to crave this kind of attention. All week I couldn't help but think about her and possibly what lay in her past in Amsterdam. Reminding myself that it wasn't my immediate business, I pushed those thoughts away.

Guest night was here again, and tonight Kelsie would be arriving around 8:00 p.m. She and I spoke this week about it and planned a play session. She was going to arrive in a school girl skirt, and I'd take it from there. I hung out in the lobby and talked to a handful of members as they arrived to begin their evening, but I kept my attention on the door.

At 7:55, the little wonder blew through the door. When my eyes fell upon Kelsie, I felt a jolt in my chest. I excused myself from my company and headed toward Kelsie’s smiling face. Her hair was cute with curls, and her makeup was minimal. Adorable.

“Evening, little sub.”

I loved how she reacted to the term of endearment of “little sub.” Her cheeks blushed, and her smile widened. She liked it. I reached up and tugged on her curled pigtails.

“Ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

After she had checked in at the counter, we crossed the threshold of my club. I took hold of her hand and felt a surge of energy just ricocheted through my body. Kelsie just charges me up. I was surprised by how excited I was about playing tonight. I tried telling myself that this wasn’t anything special, but another play scene. Even though I was telling myself that this wasn’t something that I was excited about, I wasn't buying it. I knew better. I knew how I was feeling and knew that this kind of play was something I craved. I was just trying not to allow myself to get my hopes up.

I led Kelsie to a smaller room where wall units lined the perimeter of the room; they were classy types of lockers and made of rich, dark wood. I went over to the one designated as mine, and pulled from it the rope and riding crop that I wanted. This would be good for now, provided she was okay with it. Turning back around to face Kelsie, I couldn't prevent a smile creeping onto my face as she stood there blushing.

"I'd like to play a little differently than we did last time..."

Kelsie cut me off in mid-sentence and asked, "Are you going to fuck me this time?"

My smile widened. Here's that little firecracker.

"May I speak, little sub?"

Her cheeks flushed again, and she nodded before looking downward and apologized.

"I'd like for us to play with some rope and this crop. Do you have issues with either?"

Realizing that I was trying to have a serious conversation with her about her consent to play, she straightened up and paid attention.

"Both are fine with me, Sir."

Maintaining eye contact with her, I remained silent for a few moments and quietly watched her. She's too cute. Almost too cute for her own good, or mine, for that matter.

"Penetration might be a possibility," I said in a quiet, low tone.

"Yes!" Kelsie clapped her hands and did a little jump off the ground that made her breasts bounce.

Taking her by the hand again, I led her outside to a secluded area by a tree. My heart was beating fast as the excitement continued to build. As I surveyed my spot and let my mind work through what I wanted tonight, I worked on a small conversation with Kelsie to get her in the mindset that I wanted her in.

"Is 'red' still your safe word, Kelsie?"

"Yes, Sir."

I pointed to a spot on the grass and instructed her to get on her hands and knees. After I had removed the tie that kept the rope bundled, I dropped it by her hands. She looked at it and then her head came up to look at me. Damn, those eyes of hers.

I picked up the crop and tapped the inside of my palm with it. As I had hoped, Kelsie's eyes watched the crop. I crouched down in front of her, took hold of her chin between my index finger and thumb, and she raised her head to look at me. This is where I was going to find out exactly what the tone of our play would be.

She was on all fours but still clothed, yet somehow, I was very turned on. Deep in the pit of my stomach, I was anxious and hopeful. This play scene would tell me if this type of dynamic was something that I needed and would no longer be able to ignore. And I needed to see if she was up to walking down this path with me.

I set the crop down by her hands, and while I still held her chin, I let my other hand run down her back until I reached her ass. Kelsie's body sagged a bit and relaxed in place, which told me she was comfortable. I flipped the hem of her skirt up and gave her ass cheek a quick, playful smack. Instead of hearing a surprised gasp, I heard a content sigh.

"Did you touch yourself today, sweetheart?" I asked her while letting my fingertips graze the skin I had just slapped. "Hmm?" I prompted her again.

"Yes, Daddy."

Her mind was right where I wanted it; in our special dynamic. My cock was swelling in my pants as my heart continued to pound. With my thumb, I rubbed very gently over the damp fabric on the crotch of her panties. She slightly pushed her pussy back towards my hand.

"Tell me what you did, sweetheart. Did you touch yourself, here?" As I continued to rub, I noticed the dampness increase.

"Yes, I woke up and I wanted to play. I teased my clit through my panties until my pussy was wet. I swirled my finger in my wetness and rubbed it around my clit. It felt so good! I let my mind wander and thought of you while I played with myself. I'm sorry, Daddy. I know that I was supposed to wait for you, but I ached."

"It's okay, sweetheart. But Daddy is still going to spank you."

"I understand, Daddy."

"Stand and take your clothes off, but leave your panties on please."

I stood and held my hand out for her to take and helped her stand. She slowly and playfully removed everything except the panties. Her nipples were swollen and erect, and my cock was painfully hard in my pants.

I pointed to the tree. Specially groomed for outside, kinky play, I knew I had a few options with this tree. The bark on one side of the tree trunk is kept nice and smooth while the other side was more natural and rough. The natural side would most likely leave some marks, and I wasn't in that mood tonight.

Once Kelsie had her breasts pressed against the tree, I took some rope and tied her wrists together on the other side of the trunk. I tested the rope to make sure it wasn't too tight and that there was some give in it. Even though I knew in appearance that it wasn't too tight, I verbally checked with her.

"Too tight, Kelsie?"

"No, Daddy."

Damn. I loved hearing Kelsie call me that. I rubbed my hand over her panties as I spoke to her.

"You were very naughty today, Kelsie. Daddy likes to be around when you play. I like to watch."

Kelsie gave me another apology and said that she couldn't help it this morning. I tugged her panties down, so just the fabric came to rest just under her ass cheeks. I knew that this position of the panties could make the bottom feel ashamed or slightly humiliated. It's a very reprimanding position; panties down just low enough to receive punishment. Panties off, on the other hand, is a fun, “fuck me” type of position. Kelsie was in the "I've misbehaved and getting punished" position.

She jumped when my gentle, rubbing hand stopped and I smacked her ass. My hand rubbed over the warm spot that I just left. After a few moments and without warning, I brought the crop down on her ass.

"Ouchie! Aw, Daddy...I'm sorry."

Her words were encouraging to me, and I proceeded to swat her ass and backs of her thighs while she alternated phrases. I rubbed over the spot before administering a swat with my hand.

With my guidance, she moved her arms down the tree trunk, and I had her bend at the waist. I helped her part her feet, exposing everything to me. Crouching behind her, I smiled at her glistening pussy and inhaled the sweet aroma of a turned on young woman.

"Kelsie, you're very wet, young lady." A quiet confirmation slipped from her lips. I flicked the crop against her swollen clit and saw her legs bend more at the knees. "I think you liked that. Your body told me so, Kelsie."

From my crouched position, I began swatting her ass, pussy, and clit in random order. I didn't want her to expect or know where the leather would land next. Long gone were her phrases, and her moans and whimpers tumbled out in a trance.

This was a telltale sign to me that she might be approaching, or was already in subspace. I knew from here that I needed to be very careful because this was only our second time playing and our first more intense play scene. I needed to jar her a bit and get a different reaction, one that wasn't trance-like.

I gave her left ass cheek another slap with my hand, but instead of removing it, I left my hand there. I grazed her pouty clit with my thumb, and her body instantly reacted. She tried pushing her pussy toward me, and I gave her my index finger. Very slowly, I fingered her and let her clit bump against the knuckles of my other fingers.

I moved to the trunk of the tree where she was facing. I needed to check on her before I shoved my aching cock into her. I crouched in front of her and took hold of her chin. Her eyes came right to mine, and were full of need. I pushed my fingers between her lips.

"Clean up Daddy's fingers, little one."

Kelsie lapped at my fingers while I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. Pulling my hard cock from my boxers, I let her gaze at it. She smiled as best as she could with my finger in her mouth.

Returning to stand behind her, I spanked her pussy with the crop a few more times and then pulled a condom from my pants pocket. I quickly wrapped my cock and gave her pussy a rub with my entire palm.

"Do you ache, Kelsie?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Energy raced through my body, and a chill crept up my spine at “yes, Daddy.” I positioned myself behind her and took hold of her hair.

"Daddy's going to make the ache all better."

With that, I pushed into her drenched pussy all the way to the root of my cock. While I didn't fuck hard or fast, I fucked her with purpose. I was aware of her moans and pleasure gasps, as I spoke to her in a fashion that has been simmering deep in me.

"Daddy, wants to make his little one feel good, but when you touch yourself without Daddy, he doesn't get to join in the fun."

The sight of her panties pulled down and stretched tight against her thighs made the fire build quickly in my balls. It felt all those cliché things; dirty, wrong, and very taboo. But it also felt sexy as hell, and I loved every second of it.

"Daddy's going to come, little sub."

"Please, Daddy. I want to feel you throb."

I tightened my grip on her hair and gave her ass cheek a playful, but firm swat as I shot cum into the confinement that I wish didn’t exist. Kelsie's pussy contracted around my shaft, and she began to buck her hips backward to get more of my girth. Her moans filled the nighttime air as I continued to thrust slowly.

I knew that very closely would possibly be her safe word, per Brent. Though she hadn't said it with me last time, that wasn't nearly the intensity that this was.

"Good girl, Kelsie. Did Daddy take the ache away, sweetheart?" I asked her gently while I pulled out.

I quickly removed the condom, tied the open end in a knot and tossed it next to my crop. Kelsie mumbled quietly as I untied the rope that had been holding her arms around the tree trunk. I rubbed on her hands as I sat down on the ground, leaning against the tree.

With her hands still in mine, I gently tugged her closer. She knelt next to me, and while I really wanted her in my arms on my lap, I also feared this might set her off.

"Is the ache all gone, sweetheart?"

I watched her closely, and I saw something in her eyes that I hadn't seen yet from her -vulnerability. Her eyes were glassy, perhaps filled with tears.

"Kelsie."

Saying her name softly and touching her cheek got her attention and she looked at me. She just nodded, blinked a few times rapidly and the wheels started moving. I tightened my grip on her hand when I began to feel her pull away. While I would never hold a bottom against their will, I could tell that Kelsie was in need, but she was fighting with herself.

"Kelsie, please sit with me."

"I...I should go...I."

I wanted her to stop and think about what she was on the verge of denying herself, but I hoped she’d do that before her safe word slipped from her lips out of habit. Kelsie didn’t have a record of accepting after care. I was lucky with our little classroom fingering, but this was a little different and deeper.

Kelsie was at a loss for words and was frowning. I tugged on her hand, and she started crying. I didn’t want to hear her say her safe word, so I encouraged her to cry. Crying would keep her right here with me, which is where she needed to be. She tried to resist again but still hadn’t breathed a syllable of her safe word. I successfully was able to get her to loosen up and accept my embrace.

I sat against that tree trunk and held Kelsie against my body. While stroking her hair, I told her it was okay to cry and that I wasn’t going anywhere. Her head rested against my chest, and she curled into me.

“What are you running from, little sub?” I asked, knowing that I wasn’t going to get a response. “My sweet, little, rowdy girl,” I whispered and kissed her head.

As I held her, my mind began to race, thinking of all the reasons that would cause her to retreat and walk away from after care. There were far too many reasons and possibilities for me to settle on or speculate.

With my arm draped across her, I kept my eye on my watch. Five minutes turned to ten, which turned to thirty minutes. My body was starting to ache as I leaned against this tree trunk, and I knew Kelsie had some abrasions that I needed to take a look at.

“Little sub.” I gently nudged her to see if she was alert. Her response made my cock throb.

“Yes, Daddy?”

I leaned my head back against the tree trunk and gazed at the stars glittering the sky. Kelsie is the perfect girl for this need of mine. I smiled and kissed the top of her head.

“Sweetheart, Daddy needs to take care of you.”

“But, you are.”

“No, little one. Daddy isn’t done.”

When we stood up, Kelsie wrapped her arms around her body. Realizing she felt vulnerable, I pulled my shirt off and helped her into it. I knew this would help for the moment. I took Kelsie by the hand and headed up the path to the club. On our way, we passed one of the club’s station attendants on their way to gather my rope and crop. I knew it would be waiting for me at my locker later. I wasn’t concerned about it now. Kelsie was my priority.

I led her downstairs to the care stations that my club has. Most of the guests and members utilize this area after their play. It’s just another way some form of after care can extend. Knowing that Kelsie always avoided after care, I knew that this was my chance to show her how special it can be if she just lets her walls down for a minute.

I walked past the large shower area and toward the section that had bathtubs. I began the water and sat down on a stool beside the tub. I gave my leg a pat and Kelsie sat right down on it and wrapped her arms around me.

“Good girl.”

While the tub filled up, I gently stroked her dirty knees. Kelsie was quiet in my arms, but I knew she was just enjoying her time and might be processing things. I was doing the same. I shut the water off and with my wet hand, rubbed on her arm.

“Temperature feel okay, little one?”

She smiled and nodded. I stripped her bare and set her in the warm water. The sight of this girl in the tub staring up at me made my cock continue to throb, but she also tugged on my heart. I had to be very cautious with the heart part.

I lathered up a few washcloths and cleaned the dirt off her body. With a separate soapy washcloth, I gently dabbed the red marks on her chest and arms that the tree left on her.

“Does it sting, little one?”

“No, Daddy.”

I leaned over and kissed her forehead and saw her smile. She was eating this up, and I felt that it was very genuine. I felt that this was a dynamic that Kelsie needed and desired maybe as much as I did.

I poured some shower gel in my hands, worked up a lather and massaged her breasts and nipples. Her eyes closed and a huge smiled appeared on her face. She leaned her back against the tub, pushing her breasts out of the water. Mixed with arousal and the cool air, her nipples perked right up, and I rolled them between my fingers. I took my time and pinched them here and there, making her moan out quietly.

“Mmm, Daddy. Your hands are making me feel good.”

“Good. Daddy wants you to feel good.”

I motioned for her to scoot down in the water to wash the soap off her breasts. She gave me a pouty look, wishing that I wouldn’t stop playing with her nipples. Taking hold of both her hands, I pulled her to stand up. I placed a washcloth on the side of the tub and told her to prop her foot up on it.

“Wrap an arm around me, little sub. I don’t want you to fall.”

Her arm wrapped around my shoulders and with a soapy hand, I began to wash between her legs. I had no idea that her clit would be this swollen. I let my thumb tease her clit, and as expected, a little whine and moan came from Kelsie.

“Daddy’s little sub has a naughty pussy and clit.”

“Sorry, Daddy. I can’t help it.”

I continued to clean her folds and pushed a few soapy fingers into her warm pussy. Kelsie’s grip around my shoulders tightened, and I wrapped my free arm around her waist to help hold her up. I made sure I brought her to the edge several times and then backed off. I lathered up another finger and worked my way between her butt cheeks to massage her asshole.

“Ohh, Da-ddy,” she whined.

“Daddy’s little sub likes that?”

“Yesssss!”

I laughed out loud and continued to push at her entrance with just enough pressure to keep her wanting. Eventually, I pushed my finger into her ass and smiled as she cooed.

“Do you like toys in your tight ass, little one?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“Have you had a cock in your ass?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

This was an excellent thing for me. I was learning about Kelsie’s experiences and what buttons she needed pushing as I cleaned and toyed with her. I enjoyed this bath time immensely. I guided her to sit back down in the water, and I rinsed all the soap suds from her body.

“Thank you for giving me a bath, Daddy.”

“You’re very welcome, little one. You look much happier. But I’m not quite done with you yet, though.”

She gave me a big smile as I helped her out of the tub and she stood on a teak mat as I dried her from head to toe. I even tickled her clit with the towel while I dried her between her legs. I wrapped her up in one of the robes that were folded on a heating rack and led her past the showers and down a row of private care station stalls.

Each care station stall had five-foot walls to help give a couple some secluded time to come down from their play, either in the dungeon or the play space and private rooms in the club. All the stalls had a padded table of sorts, a chair, blankets and a mini fridge filled with water, juices, and sodas. On a small table, there was also an assortment of fruit and granola bars. Each stall also had a dresser that held massage oils, essential first aid contents, and even some toys.

I unfolded a blanket and spread it down on the padded table and removed Kelsie’s robe. I motioned for her to lie face down. I glanced at her ass. There were a few spots that were red, either from my hand or crop tonight. I went to the dresser and pulled out some cooling lotion. She wasn’t too red, but I wanted to soothe it, just to be on the safe side. I gently applied a little to her red marks, and she commented about how soothing the lotion felt. The more I rubbed and massaged on her, the more relaxed she grew. Soon, her legs had parted, and her pussy was glistening back at me.

When I instructed, Kelsie rolled over, and I rubbed an ointment over the few small cuts on her chest, shoulders, and arms. They were very faint scratches, but I still felt better taking care of them. I pushed the button alerting the attendant station before I sat down on the padded table next to Kelsie. I pulled her naked body onto my lap and wrapped a blanket over the part of her body that would have been exposed to the attendant that I expected any moment. Kelsie didn’t protest to me holding her.

A care station attendant appeared, and I quietly gave them the guest locker number where I helped Kelsie stow her change of clothes that I told her to bring with her tonight. About five minutes later, the attendant quietly set Kelsie’s bag on the chair and left. My time with Kelsie tonight was running out, and I needed to make sure she was doing okay to go home and needed to secure a time to meet with her tomorrow to check on her.

“Little one, don’t fall asleep, sweetheart.” I teased and nudged her softly.

“Mmm, I could fall asleep right here.”

How quickly Kelsie has come around. Here’s a girl who always avoided any form of after care and now I had her wanting to fall asleep in my arms. I adored this girl. She was giving me something that I never thought I’d ever have satisfied.

I let her rest in my arms for another ten minutes and then set her down on the padded table. I went to the fridge and opened it hoping I’d find a juice box. Bingo. I stuck the straw into the top and handed it to her. She smiled widely and began sucking on the straw while I opened a granola bar and set it next to her. I kissed her forehead and told her to slow down on the juice and eat the granola bar too.

While she worked on the juice and granola bar, I opened her bag to pull out her clothes. I set out her clothes and drank some water while she finished her treats. I sat down on the stool and watched her.

“Kelsie, I need to see you tomorrow. Coffee?”

She shook her head while she chewed and I was prepared to insist that we see one another tomorrow. Checking in on a bottom the day after was significant to me, and I wasn’t going to let her fade out. Once she swallowed her granola bar, she spoke.

“There is a new ice cream place that I wanted to try out. Can we go there instead?”

My heart settled down, and I nodded. I was afraid I’d have an argument on my hands, but the little sub just wanted some ice cream.

I handed her the bright purple panties and matching bra. Once she got it on, I rubbed my finger over a scratch on her shoulder from the tree. It would sit behind the bra strap, and I hoped it wouldn’t bother her.

“You let me know if this scratch becomes bothersome.”

“I will.”

She pulled on her yoga style pants, a tattered tank top and then a sweatshirt. She still looked adorable. I took hold of her hand and walked her slowly through the club and out to her car. I kissed her forehead and told her that I had a wonderful evening with her.

“Me too. I loved all of it.”

I made sure she buckled her seat belt, and then I gently shut her car door. When I no longer could see her taillights, I headed back inside.

I went straight to the bar and had my favorite whiskey placed in front of me. Two of my favorite club members were sitting at the bar; Anthony and Colin. They began to tease me a bit, but I let it all roll right off my back.

“Getting kinky out there with the tree, Blake.” Anthony pointed out and then finished off his Coke.

“I enjoy that tree. Smooth on one side, rough on the other,” I admitted my love for the tree.

“I know you’re enjoying it. Kelsie seems evenly matched for you with that dynamic,” Colin said.

I nodded at him.

“I really enjoyed the evening and playing with her.”

After a few moments, Colin asked me what Cathy thinks of Kelsie. I took a deep breath and explained that Cathy has been encouraging my play with Kelsie. I planned on talking more with Cathy tonight or tomorrow about Kelsie. As much as I had hoped that I could keep that play under control and just to Irons here and there, I knew that was no longer a possibility. Before I go any further with Kelsie, I need to communicate with Cathy about my desire to want to play more with Kelsie. I’d like to make Kelsie a permanent play partner, but not without Cathy’s blessing.

On our way home, Cathy was talking about this young man she was playing with tonight. She went into detail about using a flogger on the guy while he was eating her out. Shit.

“Sorry I didn’t get to witness that. It’s an extreme turn on for me to watch you dominate the young guys. Very sexy. Did he make you come?”

“He did. His face was so smooth. He was like velvet.”

I tugged at my crotch. Just talk of it was turning me on. I nearly always watched Cathy in the dungeon with the young bottoms or the submissive men. Cathy loved her role with me as a submissive, but I knew she also craved some control from time to time.

“How was your evening with little Kelsie?”

“Amazing.”

I told Cathy about the play scene with Kelsie, and I tried to not make it so obvious in my tone how much fun I had.

“Darling, you’ve always had the need to nurture. I’m so happy you have found a little one to play with.”

“I am too. Cathy, I’m considering playing with Kelsie on a more permanent basis. Possibly set a particular night a week to play with her.”

I wasn’t sure how Cathy would really react. A scene here or there would be okay, but I wasn’t sure how she’d feel about me wanting to dedicate a particular day of the week to Kelsie.

“Blake, honey, I know how much you’ve needed that dynamic. And I’m sorry that I can’t give that to you. But if there is someone who can, then I support you. I do think though, that if this is leading toward something more permanent, that we should find out exactly what her expectations are. For all you know, you could just be a play fling for her.”

I seriously doubted that. On the rest of the ride home, I thought about my interactions with Kelsie. She wanted what I had been giving her. Before I let my heart get any more involved, I needed to find out more about her.

When we pulled into the garage, I told Cathy to wait for me in our playroom. The bath time play with Kelsie got me so hard, followed by massaging her ass, then listening to my wife tell me about some young stud making her come tonight. I needed to play a little differently than I had with Kelsie.

I gave Cathy the warning that I’d be in momentarily. On my way into the house, I pulled my cell phone out and placed a quick call to Kelsie to make sure she got home. She answered on the second ring.

“Hi, little sub. Did you make it home safe, little one?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Fuck. My cock twitched, and I remained quiet for a few moments. Yes, Daddy.

“Thank you for my bath. I’m looking forward to ice cream tomorrow.”

“You’re welcome, little one. Be a good little girl and don’t touch your naughty pussy.”

“Yes, Daddy. I will try really hard not to touch it.”

“Good girl. Hugs.”

“Kisses!”

We hung up, and I set the phone on the dresser and headed toward our playroom.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

March 2003

Noah, the young man with the velvet face, was coming over today for lunch. Cathy and I always supported one another with checking up on our playmates the next day. It was important to both of us, and it was a necessity for the ones who played with us. All morning I had been keeping close to my phone for Kelsie’s sake. I had sent her two emails this morning, and she quickly answered both.

How did you sleep, Kelsie? Keeping your hands away from your pussy?

I didn’t sleep too well, but I’ve been keeping my hands out of my panties.

Did you eat breakfast, little one?

Yes, Daddy. I had some cereal.

I was happy to hear she had already eaten and had been keeping her hands out of those panties. What I wasn’t pleased to hear, was that she hadn’t slept well. I wanted to know what kept her up and if it was possibly something from our interaction last night at Irons. It was something I planned on talking to her about, but certainly not in an email.

I heard the doorbell and set my phone down on the counter and went to greet the velvet faced fellow. Cathy was coming down the stairs as I opened the door to the jeans and t-shirt wearing young man.

Noah was a little shorter than I was and stood around six feet tall with a muscular build. He pulled his sunglasses off and smiled.

“Mr. Eriksson, great to see you again,” Noah flashed me a smile.

“Please, call me Blake.”

I shook Noah’s hand and welcomed him into our home. The three of us took coffee out on the patio and chatted for a bit. I kept my eye on the clock, so I wouldn’t be late to meet Kelsie. The more they talked, the more I could tell that Cathy adored this young man. I watched Cathy run her eyes up and down Noah as he sipped his coffee.

“Did you sleep alright last night, Noah?” Cathy asked him.

“Yes, ma’am.” Noah laughed. “How could I not sleep well after our scene? I was so tired last night.”

I smiled as the two of them laughed. Noah. He was an upbeat, positive guy. I didn’t dislike him, and my wife obviously was intoxicated by him. My mind began moving forward a bit. Noah was definitely a submissive guy; at least to my wife. But to me? Time would tell perhaps. Was Noah only submissive to women?

“Noah, do you identify with being a switch or submissive?”

“Submissive, Blake.”

We’ll see.

“My wife mentioned that your face is velvety smooth. She said she very much enjoyed your face between her legs last night.”

Noah’s cheeks reddened, and he nodded while stroking his jaw. I glanced at my watch. I needed to get going.

“Sweetheart, I need to head out.”

I stood behind Cathy, bent over the back of her chair and squeezed one of her breasts. With my other hand, and without an awkward snag, I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and slipped my hand into her panties. She was soaked. I pushed a finger into her warm drenched pussy and pulled it out, glistening with fluid. I held it up to her lips.

“Suck,” I instructed.

I eyed Noah as he watched my wife suck her juices off my finger. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed over the bulge in his pants while Cathy lapped at my finger.

“Noah, enjoy my wife this afternoon. I gave her pussy a load last night and her ass a load this morning. Tongue it all out and leave her your own load.”

“Yes, sir,” Noah said with a smile.

Noah lowered himself to the ground in front of my wife and reached up to pull her jeans down further. He wasted no time at all, grabbed my wife’s ankles, parted her legs and buried his tongue in her. Cathy looked up at me with happy, grateful eyes.

“Ok, darling. Give my best to Kelsie.” Cathy lowered her head to look at Noah and took a fistful of his hair to pull him away from her pussy. “He’s off to meet the young woman he played with last night.”

Noah smiled up at me with pussy juice all over his chin. “That’s cool. I think that’s great what you guys do to keep up on the subs you play with,” he said.

I reached down and pushed his head back towards Cathy’s pussy.

“Thank you, Noah. I’ll be out for a while. Please stay as long as you’d like. When I get home, I’d love to hear how you made my wife come this afternoon.”

“Yes, sir,” he mumbled.

I hopped into my Mercedes and called Kelsie to let her know I was on my way. I was picking her up at her place this afternoon. When I pulled up, she was already waiting outside and eagerly waved when she saw me. She got in and leaned over and kissed my cheek.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi! Did you have trouble finding the place?”

“Nope, your directions were perfect, sweetie. How are you feeling today?”

“Amazing! I had such a good time last night! And I even followed directions so you’d be proud.”

I realized a few things at that moment. One, that Kelsie was taking our play dynamic very seriously, and I began to wonder if this possibly could be something more aside from having just a dedicated day of the week. And two, this girl hadn’t touched herself yet today. A huge smile spread across my face.

“Really? You didn’t let those little hands play in your panties?”

“No, Sir. You told me not to.”

I laughed again and tried not to pay attention to my hardening cock. Kelsie and I sat outside and had ice cream together while we talked. She was very animated as she picked out her ice cream and selected a cone with rainbow sprinkles on it. This girl wasn’t screwing with me; this was who she was.

“So, Kelsie, tell me what kept you up last night?” I bluntly asked her.

I reached out and gently stroked under one of her eyes with the pad of my thumb. I could tell that she had been up and I had hoped she hadn’t been up due to concerns or ill thoughts about our scene the night before.

“Just roommates being loud.”

I wouldn’t say that I didn’t believe her, but I wasn’t sure if that was the sole reason for her being up.

“Kelsie, our play scene last night was a little different for you, wasn’t it?”

She nodded and licked around her ice cream cone before adding, “Yes, Sir, it was.”

I took a deep breath and leaned back in my chair. Kelsie had been used to that trashy club, Tails, and the shit that went on there, and then whatever Brent attempted to teach her.

“Did it scare you?”

“No. I mean, you didn’t scare me.”

I tried guessing what direction Kelsie was trying to go in. She had a lot of layers to her, and I was trying to uncover each of them. After care.

“Did the after care scare you?”

“It doesn’t scare me.”

“But you prefer to avoid it.”

I was hoping that would have prompted her to elaborate on, but she remained quiet and slowly licked her ice cream cone. I felt like our time together had taken a nose dive. I hadn’t intended on bringing her down, but that’s exactly what happened.

After we had finished our ice cream, I took hold of her hand and instead of going back to the car, I led us to a walking path. I wasn’t taking her home like this.

“Kelsie, I didn’t mean to upset you, sweetheart.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s ok; I’m fine.” I knew that wasn’t the complete truth. “I’m sorry, Blake. I think maybe I should go home.”

Something was wrong.

“Kelsie, I apparently said something that upset you. Please tell me what I said, sweetheart.”

“It’s stupid, forget it, please.”

I gave her the silence she wanted for a few minutes, and then I stopped walking and pulled her into my arms. While holding her head against my chest, I lowered my head to kiss the top of her head.

“Nothing that upsets you is stupid, little one. Tell me what upset you.”

Kelsie tucked her face against my chest, to hide from me. I knew that she wanted to tell me, she just needed a little encouragement.

“You don’t have anything to be afraid of, little one. I won’t judge you.”

“Why do you care? I’m just a girl you’re playing with.”

Damn, I hated how that sounded. I let it rattle around in my head for a few moments and forced myself to think before I spoke. I reminded myself that Kelsie was very young and this is such a new world to her. She needs what many women need. Reassurance.

“You’re not just a girl I’m playing with, Kelsie. I want to make what we have, on more permanent terms.”

“More permanent?”

“Yes, little one. Kelsie, I want us to have one day a week to where it’s just us. You can be the little girl you need and want to be, and I can be the Daddy I need to be. We’ll start with one day a week and go from there.”

“But, what about your wife?”

“My wife is encouraging this, little one.”

She squeezed me and kissed my chest over my shirt.

“Now, tell me what I said that upset you. Sweetheart, I know you’re very new to this, but believe me when I tell you that this will work so much better if we’re open and honest.”

“After care. I don’t like it. Can we maybe work it out, so we don’t do that?”

I winced. Why was this girl running from it?

“We’ll work on that, sweetheart. After care is not going to hurt you, I promise you, sweetheart. But, I also will respect your apprehension with it. All I ask is that you keep an open mind and promise not to push me away.”

“I’ll try.”

“That’s a good girl.”

She and I continued on our walk, and I made sure to steer clear of that topic anymore for a while. I knew last night was different for her and she needed time to process it herself.

“So, you have some loud roommates?”

Kelsie laughed and explained it was a crazy house. She was the youngest housemate, and three other girls lived there and a guy. We walked and talked for what seemed like forever and then headed back to her place.

“Hey, wanna come inside? You can see my room.”

I couldn’t contain my smile, and I nodded at her. As we walked inside, I told her that I needed to let Cathy know I’d be a while.

“She won’t mind?”

“Noah, the young man she played with last night, has been at the house since this afternoon.”

“What’s it like? Knowing some other guy’s dick has been in her?”

“I keep good tabs on who she plays with; who she tops. It’s all about roles and meeting needs, Kelsie. Some people view it as having your cake and eating it too, but it’s deeper. Cathy, on occasion, has a need to dominate. On occasion. She and I both know that doesn’t fly with me. I could either understand and nurture that need and help see that it’s met. Or, I could suppress it. If I deny a need that I know she has, it will slowly eat away at her. Or anyone, for that matter, who has an unfulfilled need, it eats away at them. That’s no way to live. I love Cathy with every bit of my soul, but I can’t personally give her that little aspect she needs. But, I can help her meet that need by allowing her to get that elsewhere.”

Kelsie nodded and really looked like she understands what I was saying. Aside from Cathy having a need that I can’t meet, I had a burning need, which she couldn’t meet. We don’t love one another any less, and it gives both of us joy, knowing that we support the other’s need. Kelsie and I were now standing by the door to her room.

She opened it and gestured for me to go in first. She followed me in and closed the door behind her. Her room was very much a room that belonged to a twenty-one-year-old. Clothes, makeup, purses, and magazines covered most visible surfaces. On her bed, was a teddy bear. It was very tattered and worn, and I could tell that this has been with her for a while. I sat down on her bed and gestured in the direction of the stuffed animal. Kelsie picked it up and sat down beside me. The arm of the bear was barely hanging by a thread, and it wore years of love. This little teddy bear probably knew all of Kelsie’s secrets, her happy moments and her fears.

“This was one of the few things I brought with me when I came to America.”

I watched her pet the top of the teddy bear’s head. I was so interested in learning more about how she came to the U.S, but I knew it’d be a topic that needed a cautious approach.

“Did you come to America alone?”

“Yes.”

“Nineteen is pretty young to come to a new country all alone.”

She shrugged and set her bear down gently on the pillow before jumping up and crossing the room to a container.

“Wanna see my toys?” she asked with a mischievous grin on her face.

Coming to the U.S., her life in Amsterdam and after care are all conversations that she struggles with, and then the spunky, firecracker takes over. She’s protecting herself, and I realize that.

“You’re asking me if I want to see the things you pleasure yourself with…absolutely, sweetheart.”

She had a huge smile on her face and brought the little box over and sat on the floor in front of me. When Kelsie removed the lid, I leaned over and looked down at the contents. As I was doing this, the realization dawned on me that I needed this girl in my life. I sat on the bed above her, my feet parted, looking down at the box of little treasures my little one brought to me. She naturally went to this position with me. She could have sat back down on the bed beside me, but she went to this submissive position. Though she spoke with such enthusiasm about the toys and held them up, I didn’t hear a word she said. I was trying to process this moment. Kelsie continued to hold up a toy and looked at me with those playful eyes while she talked about them. As I watched her, I was certain there was a little girl trapped in this young woman. I had a strong feeling that Kelsie, at one time, had been a little girl searching for love and affection. She continued, looking up at me, her eyes screaming for acceptance and approval. I just wanted to hold her, but I knew she wouldn’t let me.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Tell me again which one is your favorite?”

I reached down, cupped her cheek and let my thumb stroke her lips. She blushed, and I swear I felt her lean into my hand.

“This one!” She exclaimed as she held up a bright purple butt plug that had four beads on it.

I nodded and took it from her hands and ran my fingers over each bead, feeling for any sign of a seam that may cause pain or an abrasion. It felt nice and smooth and I looked down at her with raised eyebrows.

“Tell Daddy, when do you use this?”

I held the toy in front of her and between my knees so that it was eye level with her. I wanted her to watch me run my fingers over the beads.

“Sometimes at night.”

“Do you sleep with it in?”

“No, I’ve been scared to try it all night.”

I nodded and told her that I understood.

“Do you like the way it feels when you push it inside?

She looked up at me and nodded. In her box of toys, I saw a little container of lube and picked it up. I motioned for her to stand and gently pulled her closer, so she stood between my parted legs. I undid her jeans and slid them down to just above her knees. I pressed a few fingers over her panties, against her pussy; wet, as I expected.

“Put your hand in your panties, little sub. Good girl. Get a finger nice and wet.”

I gave her a moment to collect the juices. Taking hold of her wrist, I pulled her hand out of her panties and guided it to her mouth.

“Suck, little one.”

This was very sexy, and my cock was ready pressing against the fly of my pants.

“Daddy’s going to give you your toy.”

With her lips parted, Kelsie’s eyes concentrated on mine. Her arousal was evident to me, though she wasn’t mouthy or feeling like she had to toss in a comment. I pulled her t-shirt off and unhooked her bra, freeing her firm tits.

“Daddy loves these,” I said just before licking one of her nipples and taking it into my mouth.

She giggled and put her hands on my shoulders for balance. I licked, sucked and let my tongue and teeth play with her nipples while she laughed. She’s too cute.

“Time to fill this little ass.”

I pulled her panties down, just enough to lube her asshole and pulled her across my lap. I used her pussy juice to prep her ass but used the lubricant from the bottle to make her toy nice and slick.

“Do you prefer a good amount of lube, little sub?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I nodded, even though I knew she couldn’t see me.

“I’ll make it nice and slick.”

Once lubed generously, I concentrated on her face as I pushed a bead inside her ass. Her eyes closed and she wore a smile. I fed her ass the rest of the beads and gave her a swat. Her eyes popped open, and she laughed. These beads were comfortable for her. I would get her some that would be just a little bigger and would cause a different reaction.

I helped her stand, and I had to reach out and tweak those nipples as they stared at me. Her panties were pulled down just below her ass, and the jeans still hung around her knees. She looked beyond sexy to me. I lightly teased her clit, and she looked like she was in heaven.

“Do you like that, little one?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

When she looked like she might come, I withdrew my fingers and stood up, pulling my shirt off. I undid my pants, pulled a condom from my wallet, stepped out of shoes and clothes, and lay on her bed. I helped Kelsie straddle my thighs with her back facing me, while I unrolled the condom down my shaft. Once her pussy was kissing the head of my cock, I pulled her down on it in one move.

“Oh! Daddy!”

Fuck. Kelsie was doing me in with this title.

“Lean forward, put your hands on my lower legs and hold on little one.”

I took hold of her hips to hold her in place while I pounded her pussy. Her finger nails were digging into my lower legs, but I didn’t mind. I guided her hips up and down my shaft until I finally released. Unfortunately, with my dick wrapped, she wouldn’t enjoy the benefit of my warm cum, but perhaps it’s something we can revisit soon. I thought I felt her pussy clench my cock, so I reached out and tugged on the pull ring of her anal bead toy.

“Ahhh, Da-ddy.”

“Come for me, little sub. Come on,” I encouraged and tugged the second bead out of her as she moaned.

Her pussy was contracting around my cock, and she began moving her hips back and forth again. With her head tilted back and her hair spilling over my stomach, I made one last pull, and her toy came free, along with another moan. Knowing that I had a tiny window to provide care; I quickly sat up. The positioning we had been in allowed me to easily sit up, pull her back against my chest and wrap my arms around her.

I had my arms around her for maybe fifteen or twenty seconds before she began to try and shrug out of them. I slowly released my grip so she wouldn’t feel trapped and panic. I promised her this afternoon that I would not push her too much. Not until I have this figured out.

She started to move away from the bed, but I reached for her hand and tugged her to sit back down.

“You can sit here beside me, little one. Just for a few minutes,” I said calmly and quietly.

She relented and sat next to me with her hands on her lap. I kept my hands on my knees so she would be able to see them. I needed to figure this behavior out so I can understand why she pushes away. Being in my late forties, I’ve seen just about everything in the lifestyle regarding triggers and behaviors, or why people might react certain ways to certain scenes or aspects of scenes. If I could understand the source, I could help make this enjoyable for her.

Walking away, was no longer an option. My heart’s invested in Kelsie, and she easily meets my need to nurture and be the Daddy Dom I love being. Lost in my thoughts, Kelsie leaned against me and wrapped her arm around my bicep.

“Good girl, Kelsie.”

When I turned my head and kissed her forehead, she climbed onto my lap and wrapped her arms around me. This girl wants affection but is scared of it too.

“I have you, my sweet, rowdy girl.”

She didn’t say anything while in my arms, and I was all right with that. I just really wanted her to feel the closeness. She needed it desperately. I held her until she began to wiggle, indicating that she had reached her tolerance.

I cleaned her up and helped her into some clothes and kept an eye on her demeanor while I got dressed. By the time I left, she was back to her energetic, bubbly self.

“Be a good girl for Daddy and eat a healthy dinner and get some sleep. You look tired, little one.”

“It’s because you fucked me,” she teased.

I nodded and kissed her lips before I got into the car and headed home. Part of me didn’t want to leave her right now.

When I pulled into my driveway, Noah’s truck was still there. Fuck, does he just have a twenty-four-hour erection? Being only twenty-three, Noah probably does have a constant erection. As I walked into the house, I could hear leather on flesh and stopped in my tracks. It wasn’t coming from our play room, so I headed toward the living room and the sounds of leather and the moans of a young man.

I took a seat in my leather chair and watched the show. My wife had Noah naked, and his wrists cuffed to a spreader bar. Noah was completely bent over and exposed; ass wide on display, balls dangling and his hard on bobbing against his stomach. Cathy was using a leather paddle on his ass. Noah’s ass was a bright red, and I had a feeling she’s been working on him for a while.

“Darling,” I said, getting Cathy’s attention.

Cathy looked over at me and smiled.

“How was Kelsie?”

“Good. I think Kelsie likes the idea of a designated day of the week.” I paused while Cathy’s swing was in mid motion. “Did Noah eat my cum out of your ass and pussy?”

“He did!”

“Noah,” I called out.

“Yes, sir,” Noah replied, his voice sounding a tad congested from being bent over.

“Noah, did you fuck my wife?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Details, Noah,” I prompted while I kept my eyes on Cathy.

“I fucked her outside on the patio, sir. And in the spa, sir…and here in the living room.”

“Condoms?” I directed my question to Cathy, and she nodded as Noah confirmed verbally. “Sweetheart, the boy’s face is getting really red.”

Cathy took my hint and uncuffed Noah. He stood upright to his full height and stretched while his erection bounced and moved with him.

“Darling,” I made an upward nod at Noah’s hard dick, hoping she would know what to do.

Cathy smiled and lowered herself to the floor and took Noah deep in her mouth. She sucked him to a quick release. Noah didn’t have the skill of delaying his orgasm. He came down my wife’s throat not even two minutes into it.

“Noah, buddy, you’ve got to work on that. You barely have your cock in there, and you’ve already come.”

Noah nodded. “I know, sir. I’m going to work on it. I took forty swats this afternoon for coming too early.”

I raised my eyebrows at Cathy. I was proud of her. I invited Noah to stay for dinner. After all, he’s been tending to my wife all afternoon. I could feed the guy.

I made dinner while the two of them had some after care and then each went to take a shower. Noah came downstairs first and was wearing the same clothes he had on when he arrived.

“May I help, sir?”

I let him set the table, and I took it upon myself to learn a bit more about this young man.

“How long have you identified as submissive?”

“College, sir.”

I let Noah chat all he wanted during dinner; my God the guy can eat. I learned that Noah had attended college for a few semesters and had to drop out due to cost. He’s bisexual, which I think I knew, but wasn’t one hundred percent certain. I believed that Paul had played with him.

“So, you had fun with Kelsie today?” Cathy asked me when we were finally in bed.

“I did.”

I went on to explain my observations with Kelsie and the after care. Cathy agreed with me that I need to find the source of her worries.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

June 2003

Things have been progressing nicely with Kelsie for a few months now. She and I had been spending the day together on Tuesdays, and we played together when she came to the club on guest nights. While I’ve learned a lot about her during this time, there is also a lot that remains a mystery.

Kelsie does let me hold her for a while after our play for the most part, but there have been some deeper scenes where afterward she retreats. We’ve negotiated to a common ground that in those cases where she feels like she can’t be touched, that she must at least stay in the same room with me. So far, it’s worked out. She keeps to herself for a while and then will hold onto me. It’s not perfect, but she’s learning to trust me, and that’s what’s important.

Cathy and I sat outside on the patio and had coffee to begin our day, as we do on most mornings. This morning was a little different though. I planned on talking to Cathy about us visiting the idea of adding Kelsie permanently to our home. I’ve been thinking about this for a while and have tried planning out this conversation in my mind.

My nerves were starting to get the best of me. Setting my coffee cup down, I reached for Cathy’s hand. I hardly get nervous about things, but this was something that I felt very strongly about, and I want it to work. I need this and can't suppress it any longer.

“Blake, what is it?” Cathy asked, saving me the agony of continuing to run through this in my head.

“Darling, I would like for us to make Kelsie a permanent fixture in our life. I can make this work between us.”

She stared at me for a moment and picked up her mug. Her eyes never left mine as she peered over the rim of it at me.

“You've already made her a permanent play partner, Blake.”

I nodded at her statement.

“I know, darling. You’ve helped me realize that I need this dynamic in my life. And I'll admit, as much as I didn't want my heart involved, it is. This isn't just purely sexual.”

“She’s a lovely girl. And I know it's not just sex, Blake. You need to be able to take care of people. You take excellent care of me, and you’ve pulled Anthony under your wing, but I know that this is a little different with Kelsie.”

I smiled at my wife as she expressed that she knew how important this was to me and how much I needed it. She suggested that we try a trial week with Kelsie in the house. My cock began to imagine two sexy submissives in my home.

After Cathy and I had discussed our rules and each of us voiced what we would and would not allow during the week, I called Kelsie and asked her if she'd like to stay with Cathy and me for a week, and we could see if we could make it work. The plan was for her and me to play tonight at Irons, and then I'd bring her home with me. Cathy already had a scene arranged with Noah, so to be fair about this, I told her that she could bring Noah home tonight as well if she'd like. Noah has become a pretty permanent play partner for her as well.

Hours later, I stood behind the bar of Irons and was talking to Colin and Anthony about this plan. I valued their opinions and would be interested in their thoughts on the matter. They've seen me play with Kelsie and both of them know what it means to me.

“So, you're going to be having little Kelsie in the house for a week?” Colin asked.

“And Cathy,” Anthony added.

“Yes,” I answered. “And possibly Noah.”

Anthony tilted his head back and smiled.

“Orgy at the Eriksson residence.” Colin joked and playfully punched Anthony in the arm.

“Fuck!” Anthony hissed and pounded his fist on the bar.

“Damn, Blake. That's going to be one hot household for the week.” Colin added and shut his eyes. “Yes, I’m picturing this now…damn.”

“Fuck, yes!” Anthony mumbled.

I rolled my eyes at the pair. I should have known better than to continue this conversation while the two were getting blowjobs by two unattached bottoms below the bar top. Anthony was gripping the edge of the bar as Colin tried to conceal his orgasm. He still grunted out his release and then helped the girl up off her knees.

I pushed a glass of water toward Colin, and he encouraged the young lady to drink the water. The whole bar shook as Anthony pounded his fists again on the bar top and mumbled, “Harder! Fuck, fuck, just like that,” right before he came.

Like Colin, he also helped the girl up and gave her the glass of water I put in front of him. Anthony looked completely relaxed and smiled at me.

“Sorry, Blake. What were you saying?” Anthony joked.

“He's having Kelsie and Noah stay at his house for a fuck fest,” Colin teased as he winked at me.

“Fuck, can I sleep over too? Not to participate, but to watch. I like watching,” Anthony said excitedly.

“Yeah, me too. I always get hard watching you and that naughty little lady,” Colin added.

I smiled at Colin’s reference to Kelsie and watched the two bottoms kiss the guys on their cheeks and saunter away. I shook my head and smiled. Colin and Anthony have become the guys that girls came early for, hoping to have a scene negotiated with them.

“What time are you playing with the little girl?” Anthony asked.

I looked over Colin’s shoulder and saw that Kelsie had just walked in. She made eye contact with me, smiled, waved and started to walk over.

“Here comes trouble,” Anthony said quietly so only the three of us could hear.

I moved to the front of the bar and wrapped her up in a strong hug, rubbed up and down her back and kissed her forehead. She was wearing a cute plaid skirt and a white tank top that was tight across her chest.

“How was your day, little one?”

“Good! I ran some errands.”

“What did you eat today?”

“I had fruit for breakfast, skipped lunch and then had soup and a sandwich for dinner.”

I raised an eyebrow at her for having skipped lunch.

“Did you touch yourself this morning, little one?”

I could instantly tell that she had but hating telling me that she had.

“Sorry, Daddy. I had needs,” she said playfully, knowing damn well that she has her little fingers wrapped around my heart.

“Maybe we better play in the dungeon tonight, little one. I think your punishment for touching yourself will be handled down there.”

Kelsie nodded and playfully said that it was worth it. I shook my head at her and couldn’t contain my laughter.

“Love that little mouth. Let’s go, sweetheart.”

I took hold of her hand and led her downstairs to an empty stall.

“Clothes off, little one. Let’s get you up on the spanking bench.”

She undressed and obediently walked towards the spanking bench. I guided her into position, and as I secured her wrists and ankles, I reminded her about her safe word and got her verbal confirmation that she understood. I gave her ass a few warm up swats and asked her to tell me why she deserved her punishment.

“Because I touched myself and Daddy doesn’t like it when I do that.”

I laughed again.

“Little one, you misunderstand. Daddy loves it when you touch yourself, but Daddy wants to be there when you do it. Do you understand the difference, sweetheart? Daddy wants to see the naughty things you do to yourself.”

Pussy moisture became visible as I spoke to her and ran my thumb along her slit. Kelsie squirmed a little, trying to get more, but I retracted my hand.

“Not tonight, little one. We’ve had this discussion before, and tonight you’ll learn to keep your little hands off that pussy. Twenty swats and I want to hear you count.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I picked up the leather paddle and aimed for her left ass cheek. The slapping sound of leather on an ass rang out through our stall followed by Kelsie calling out, “One.” I spanked her firmly, and by the time she called out the twentieth swat, she was nearly in tears. I think it was a mix of embarrassment and a little pain.

Kelsie shot straight up once I release her wrists from the restraints and her eyes looked teary. I put my hands on her shoulders to keep her still, but the way she was beginning to move had me a little nervous.

“Relax, little one. I don’t want you to fall.”

Whimpers and noises of discomfort tumbled out of her, and I began to see signs of a panic attack. I started to worry that something triggered her perhaps.

“Kelsie, look at Daddy.”

Her cute ponytail swayed behind her head as she shook her head at me.

“Please, uncuff me.”

I nodded and released her ankles immediately. Kelsie bolted off the spanking bench and stood in the center of the room. Fully expecting to hear her say her safe word, I still walked toward her.

“Come here, little one.”

Kelsie didn’t move toward me but remained firmly where she stood. When I was right in front of her, she relented and threw her arms around my waist, pressing her head against my chest and accepting my affection. Damn, I loved how she felt in my arms.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I won’t touch myself again unless you’re present.”

“That’s my good girl.”

I sat with Kelsie in the main room and chatted with Colin until Cathy and Noah were ready to leave. Colin had a face splitting grin when he saw Cathy and Noah approaching.

“Fun week ahead of you, Blake. Have a blast, man,” Colin said as he stood looking at his watch. “Anth and I have a scene out by the lagoon pool soon.”

“Wonderful. Enjoy yourselves.”

“You too,” he teased and headed outside.

I kissed Kelsie’s head and gave her sore ass a gentle pat.

“Ready to go home with Daddy?”

“Yes!” She said eagerly.

I walked to Kelsie’s car with her and made sure she had the directions in case she got separated from my car. Noah was going to follow behind Kelsie to the house.

I got into my car with Cathy, and we talked about our evenings and how we were both confident that we would have a great week with Noah and Kelsie.

“How was Kelsie tonight?” Cathy asked as we pulled away from Irons.

“Good, though I ended up spanking her ass for playing with herself this morning. Gave her twenty swats with the leather paddle.”

“Aw, poor thing. Did Kelsie cry?”

“No, but she had tears in her eyes. She was soaked, Cathy. A little punishment and humiliation turns that girl on.” I switched gears and asked her about Noah.

“I spanked his balls tonight.”

I frowned and felt an ache between my legs. Noah, as it turns out, has a little bit of a masochist in him too.

When we arrived home, we all went to the living room to go over a few house rules. I wanted to establish proper expectations right off the bat.

“You each have your own guest room with an adjoining bathroom. If our door is shut all the way, it's off limits at night. If our door is shut, but not latched, you're welcome to come in.”

I held Noah’s glance a bit longer because he had a huge smile on his face. Something was telling me I'd be seeing Noah in our room a lot this week. And fuck, I’d love to wake up to Kelsie and Cathy servicing me. I tried pushing that image out of my head to concentrate on this conversation.

“Hard limits. Zero breath play in this house. No knives, blood play…all off limits.”

Noah glanced at Cathy and then back at me. He appeared to have something to say, or ask, so I encouraged him to feel free to ask questions. It was obvious that he was suddenly shy.

“What about, um, ‘water sports’?” he asked cautiously and then smiled at Cathy.

I glanced at Cathy and then back at Noah.

“You want to pee on my wife, Noah?”

Noah paled and looked down, clearly embarrassed. I took a moment and thought back to my time in college with Cathy on the farm. I had engaged in pissing on women in the barn, including Cathy. My participation in that was during an experimental time in my young, kinky life where I was trying just about everything. Maybe this was something that Cathy wished I still did but was too ashamed to ask for it, though she knows better than to withhold a desire or need. I looked up at Noah and smiled.

“If you two want to do that, I’d prefer you keep that to the showers and tubs. Or the grass.”

Noah visibly relaxed, and I continued.

“Something else I wanted to be entirely clear regarding. Noah and Kelsie; you two are equal and submissive to Cathy and me. Cathy is submissive to me. Cathy may give you instructions, which I expect you to follow otherwise, I will handle the punishments. Make no mistake; everyone respects one another under this roof.”

Kelsie and Noah were both very receptive to the house rules as we went on. I knew eventually this week, I’d test the waters between Cathy and Kelsie and between Noah and Kelsie.

“Noah, I'd like you in our room in the morning so you can watch how a man eats my wife. If she's not screaming your name when your face is between her legs, you’re missing the spot. I will show you where her spot is.”

His cheeks grew red, but he smiled and nodded. I looked over at Kelsie and gave my thigh a pat. She knew that was her invitation to come over to me. She sat down and held her hands on her lap.

“Daddy needs to give you a bath before bed. Ready, little one?”

Kelsie nodded, and I asked Noah to carry Kelsie's bag upstairs. Cathy was going to show Noah to his room while I took Kelsie straight to their bathroom. Kelsie stood by the counter and began investigating the basket filled with bathroom products while I began filling the tub. Knowing that Noah and Kelsie would be spending the week with us, Cathy wanted to make our home feel warm and inviting to them.

“Oohhh, this smells so good,” Kelsie exclaimed as she was screwing a lid back onto something.

“I'm glad you like it. Clothes off, little one.”

Behind me, I could hear Kelsie getting undressed while I swirled bubbles around in the tub. By the time I had the tub full of bubbles, Kelsie was completely naked. I looked at her from head to toe and smiled. I took hold of her hand until she got all the way down in the water. While I began to wash her, we talked about her spanking at the club.

“It made me feel very naughty, Daddy,” she said as she was flicking bubbles.

My cock nearly exploded from my pants. Just hearing Kelsie call me “daddy” in that sweet tone nearly did me in. There was something so pure and genuine about the little girl trapped in this young woman.

Spending more time than necessary to wash Kelsie, I enjoyed every second of it. After she was all clean and dry, I put some soothing lotion on her ass before taking her to her room for the week.

“What did you bring to sleep in, little one?” I asked as I began unzipping the bag she brought.

“I didn't bring anything in particular. I usually sleep in panties and a t-shirt.”

Kelsie reached into her bag and pulled out a bright green t-shirt that had a cartoon cat on it that was holding a cup of coffee. Cute.

“Adorable, but how about just the panties tonight?”

“Ok, Daddy.”

I watched her step into a pair of light blue lace panties before I pulled the sheets down. I fluffed the pillows for her as she crawled into bed. She sat up, the blanket resting just below her sexy tits. Kelsie reached up, and when I bent down, she wrapped her arms around me.

“Goodnight, little one.”

“Night, Daddy. Can I leave the door open? That way it’s not so dark in here.”

I sat down on the bed and gently stroked her stomach. The look on her face told me that she needed the room not to be so dark.

“I’ll be right back, little one.”

I went downstairs and found a nightlight in the guest bathroom. When I returned to Kelsie’s room, I plugged it in for her and told her that I’d still leave the door open for her. She was all smiles as I tucked her in with her teddy bear before heading to my room for the night.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

June 2003

I stretched and opened my eyes, noticing that it was already light outside. Glancing at the clock, I could see that it wasn’t quite 6:30 in the morning yet. I rolled over to face Cathy and saw Noah kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed. He startled me at first, but after all, I did tell him to be in here in the morning. I couldn’t fault the guy for following directions.

“Noah,” I whispered to get his attention since he was looking downward.

“Sir?” he asked and raised his head.

I think Noah has had some high protocol training in the lifestyle. I wanted him to relax some with that while he’s in the house. I motioned for him to kneel on the bed while I attached Cathy’s wrists and ankles to the cuffs, and then to the headboard. Cathy was awake now, and I knew she was eager for this lesson.

“In most cases where your face will be between my wife’s legs, she’s going to be the one telling you what she wants. But in those rare incidences where you’re free to explore her, now you’ll know how to get her to squeal.”

Noah nodded, smiled and said, “Yes, Sir.” I pulled Cathy’s pussy lips apart and explained to Noah to use his tongue to trace up the left side of her pussy, skip over her clit, and down the right side of her pussy.

“Do this a few times until your face is soaked. Then, on one of your passes between the left and right side, flick her clit with your tongue. Do that a few times before sucking and nibbling on her clit.”

I lowered my head to demonstrate, and when Cathy’s juices coated the edges of my mouth and chin, I pulled my head back so Noah could see how wet she was. I returned to work on Cathy, and with a few moments, she moaned and screeched, bucking her hips.

“Alright, Noah. Give it a try.”

While Noah lowered his head to make my wife come again, I worked on a make out session with her. I could tell Noah was close to making her come again because Cathy’s kissing grew more urgent. I broke away from her lips, reached down and pulled Noah’s head against Cathy’s pussy, then I tweaked her nipple.

“Ahh! Shit! Blake! May I come?” Cathy yelled.

“Come, my filthy slut. Scream Noah’s name,” I encouraged.

Our room filled with Noah’s name being moaned out in ecstasy. Noah raised his head, wearing a grin of accomplishment on his face and I nodded at him. His massive erection, unfortunately, didn’t escape my notice. I reached up and felt Cathy’s wrists; they still felt warm. I drew Noah’s attention to her wrists.

“You still have a little time, Noah,” I said and reached into the nightstand to grab a condom. I tossed it at his chest. “Wrap up and take that ass.”

I had a dark urge that I desperately needed to take care of and climbed off the bed and pulled on a pair of boxers over my erection.

“Sir, wait. What about lube?” Noah urgently asked as he knelt there with that huge, hard cock.

I moved back to the bed, lowered my head and spit on Cathy’s asshole.

“Trust me; she doesn’t like a lot of lube when she takes it up the ass.” I climbed off the bed and glanced at her wrists. “Noah, eye on the clock and feel those wrists. When they’re cool, you take her out of them; I don’t care if you’ve come or not. Get her out of the cuffs and then continue.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I grabbed a toy, some lube and headed down the hall to Kelsie’s room. Kelsie’s door was open, and she was still asleep. From my conversations previously with her, I knew that she typically likes to play with herself in the mornings. When I was at her house the last time, she had shown me the toys she likes to play with, so I was pretty sure she’d enjoy this. My cock was so hard as I sat on her bed and pushed my hand under the sheet, searching for her panty clad pussy.

“Kelsie, sweetheart,” I said gently and dropped a few soft kisses to her cheek.

She started to stir and moved around a bit. She lazily stretched and smiled at me when she opened her eyes.

“Good morning, little one.”

“Morning, Daddy.”

She smiled and stretched again when she felt my hand stroking her over her panties. When Kelsie said “morning, Daddy,” it flipped all of my switches. I knew that I wanted and needed this young woman.

“Do you like that, little sub?”

“Yes, Daddy. I like it a lot.”

I pulled the sheet back all the way and looked down at her panties. She raised her hips upward to try to get me to touch her more. I smiled and looked in her eyes.

“Little one, I know you like to play in the mornings. Show Daddy how you play.”

Her cheeks turned a beautiful shade of pink, and she reached up, taking hold of her nipples. Kelsie rubbed, tugged and pinched her nipples causing her back to arch up off the bed. Slowly, she let one of her hands traveling south until it disappeared beneath the fabric of her panties.

I held up one finger to stop her.

“Lift your hips, little one.”

As her hips raised off the bed, I tugged her panties just barely low enough to see her pussy.

“Part your legs so Daddy can see you play.”

Kelsie followed my instructions and continued to play. I could hear how wet she was by the noise her fingers made as she toyed with herself. She began moving her fingers with more urgency, but I stopped her.

“Daddy brought you a toy, little one.”

From the end of the bed, I picked up the bulbous butt plug. Kelsie’s eyes widened, and a smile spread across her face.

“Would you like this, little one?”

“Please! I’ve never had one like that.”

“Roll over, sweetheart. Get on your hands and knees…that’s a good girl…now, lower your chest and rest your head on the pillow. This will be the position you will get into when I tell you to get ready for a butt toy. Understand, little one?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Her panties were stretched and still lowered just below her ass. The sight of this just about made me lose my mind. I dripped some lubricant from the bottle onto her asshole and spread it around with my finger while she moaned lightly. Kelsie was needy right now. I lubed up the butt toy and slowly pushed it into her ass. Her body tensed a little, so I quickly worked on relaxing her by rubbing on her butt cheeks.

“Relax, little one. It won’t hurt you. It’ll feel terrific sweetheart. Daddy promises.”

With the plug safely in, a huge smile spread across her face. I guided her to sit back on her heels and to part her legs so I could see her soaked pussy.

“Go ahead, little one. Let Daddy see you play,” I encouraged.

Kelsie’s hands went to work, and I leaned against the propped-up pillows to watch the show. Watching a woman pleasure herself is one of the most amazing things to witness. While I spent those summers on the farm in Indiana, I watched the women touch themselves often. Guys can learn a lot about a woman if they pay attention to how she touches herself. With her blue eyes plastered on mine, Kelsie had two fingers of one hand buried in her pussy, and she was rubbing her clit with her other hand. She worked toward her release, and as she hung onto the edge, I saw the spark in her eye.

“Daddy, may I come?”

“Come, little one.”

She smiled, closed her eyes and within a few moments, she loudly moaned out her release. I knew the volume of her release was most likely due to the bulbous butt plug lodged in her ass.

“That’s my good girl. See, the plug made you feel good, didn’t it, little one?”

“Yes, Daddy. You’re hard still,” Kelsie giggled and pointed at the tent in my boxers.

I nodded and climbed off her bed.

“Daddy needs to fuck his little sub. Come here, sweetheart.”

I guided Kelsie into position on her hands and knees, stepped out of my boxers and quickly rolled a condom on.

“Hold on, little one.”

I thrust myself into her dripping pussy and pulled her hips against me.

“Ahh!”

“I told you to hold on, sweetheart.”

With her hair gathered in one of my hands and her hip in my other, I fucked Kelsie hard and fast. On occasion, I slapped her ass, which only made her arch her back.

“Fuck!” roared out of me as I came and held her body firmly against mine.

Kelsie knew my cock was still convulsing and she wiggled her plugged ass at me. I couldn’t help but laugh a bit at her playfulness and slapped her ass. She felt so good to me, and I adored this girl. I removed her plug before sitting down.

As I sat down on the bed, I held my breath as I pulled her onto my lap. I needed to hold her for a bit, but I knew I would be working against the clock with her comfort level. I snuggled her against my chest, kissed her forehead and told her that I was proud of her for trying the new butt plug.

Moments later, she grew restless and needed up. I released my hold on her and watched her nervously move around the guest room unsure of what to do. I felt sorry for her. Something prevents her from enjoying this special time after sex or a play scene. She’s made progress and lets me hold her for a bit, but not very long.

This week, I was going to sort this out. If I couldn’t, I don’t think I could continue with Kelsie. I can’t let my heart continue to get wrapped up in Kelsie if I can’t wrap my arms around her.

Kelsie and I were sitting on the patio in the afternoon having cookies when I decided to broach the topics that have been weighing on my mind. Cathy was in the play room with Noah, so I knew Kelsie and I would have some private time.

“Sweetheart, I know it’s only been one night, but I’m having a wonderful time and am so glad you decided to spend a week here.”

“Me too! I loved waking up this morning to your hands.”

“Glad to hear.” I paused for a moment and watched her finish her cookie and sip her Coke. “Communication is so important to me, Kelsie. I absolutely adore you and want you in my life. Cathy and I are very open, and we both want this to work out, but I need you to meet me in the middle.”

She set her Coke down and put her hands in her lap. I could tell that she knew what I was getting at and I think she was trying to decide which route she was going to go. Up to this point, I think she’s been a wild, free bird that has been on her own for a while. I think she does what she wants when she wants. But I also am pretty sure there’s something she wants, but is afraid to reach, or ask for it.

“Are you mad at me?” she asked.

“No, little one. Kelsie, my heart is very attached to you. You’ve dusted the dirt off a part of me that I buried a long time ago.”

“The Daddy Dom,” she said softly.

“Yes. It’s unfortunate that the title carries a stigma and often leaves a bad taste in people’s mouths and minds. I love how you make me feel when we’re together. But there is a part, that I’m not fond of. It’s a huge part of me, and I need that piece to feel completely satisfied with our dynamic.”

Kelsie frowned and tilted her head to the side as if she was trying to figure out what I was talking about.

“You don’t let me take care of you, the way I need to. I’m talking about holding you and loving you afterward.”

“After care.”

I nodded and took hold of her hands.

“Sweetheart, I know there is something that makes you avoid it. And I know you’ve met me in the middle with at least staying in the same room with me when you didn’t want to have that physical connection anymore. And I’ve been ok with that, hoping you’d trust me enough to hold you as long as I needed…and you needed. But we’re still at the same point, Kelsie.”

“I do trust you!”

Tears spilled from her eyes as she sat there. She knew she was at the fork in the road. She could take the easy route and risk possibly losing something that I knew she wanted. Or taking the bumpy route, and have to open herself up so I could understand.

“Make me understand, Kelsie.”

“I…I don’t want to get used to you holding me. I like it too much, and I know that I shouldn’t.”

“Why? Little one, I will hold you as long as you want.”

“I love how it feels in your arms. You’ve been the only one ever to hold me the way you do. I like it, but I’m afraid that I’ll get used to it. Then when you leave, I’ll hurt.”

My heart ached. Kelsie wanted the physical closeness but was afraid to lose it, so it was easier for her to avoid it all together.

“Tell me about your family, Kelsie.”

She looked away from me and down to the ground before her eyes met mine again. I thought if I understood where this girl came from and what her relationship with her family was like, then maybe I could get a better idea of her constant running.

“We were poor. We lived in the basement of an abandoned building on the outskirts of the city. There were a few other people that also lived with my mom and dad. My dad and the other guys usually left each day to find work.” Kelsie paused several times, and I remained quiet but supportive. “My mom died when I was little. I wasn’t even in school yet. Some men came into the building and found us. I didn’t think they were mean when they came downstairs. But they ended up hurting my mom. The guys knew I was there, but I didn’t move. I can still hear her screaming some nights in my dreams. They killed her and threw money down next to her when they left. My father didn’t talk much to me after that. He barely acted as if I existed. I’d stay out for days when I got a little older, just to see if he’d say anything. Yell at me maybe. Anything. He never did. He hated me. I think he blamed me for not doing anything when those men came into the building.”

“Kelsie, you were a scared child.”

“Yeah, I know. But, I should have run out for help, or something. But I just stayed hidden.”

I gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

“How did you end up in America, sweetheart?”

“My dad. He told me that once I turned nineteen, he was sending me to America for what he called a better life. He took me to the airport. I had a backpack that held my whole life in it. We met a man in the luggage claim, and he spoke to my dad for a few minutes before handing him an envelope. My dad opened it and showed me all the money. He hit my nose with the envelope and told me to enjoy life in the U.S., and he said that he could finally breathe now that I was out of his life. That’s how I came to America.”

I took a deep breath and leaned back in the chair, but never took my eyes off her. Many pieces were fitting into place and making sense to me, and I was confident that I had a lot figured out. I said her name and patted my thigh. She quickly came over, sat on my lap and buried her face in my chest.

“That’s my good girl. I have you, little one.” I kissed her head and stroked her back. I was pretty sure I knew why she didn’t like to be held very much after sex when she was more vulnerable. “Kelsie, did your mom or dad hold you much, sweetheart?”

She shook her head to confirm what I suspected. She was so young to have lost her mother, and her father obviously wasn’t very loving. Kelsie didn’t like being held because it felt so good to her and she’s terrified of losing it. But, if she never experienced that kind of unconditional love, then she’d never know what she was missing…which was her way of protecting herself. I was lost in my thoughts until I heard her voice.

“I’m sorry I pushed you away. I don’t want to become addicted to you because I’m afraid that you’ll eventually tire of me. Then I’ll ache.”

“Ache? What do you mean, little one?”

“Each time you hold me and let go, I ache. When you leave, my stomach hurts, and I get the chills.”

Kelsie had completely opened herself up to me. She didn’t want to lose me but had been trying so hard not to desire the physical connection. Turns out, even the little bit that I was holding her, made her want it even more. And now I understood. Kelsie wasn’t loved or held as most kids had been. After care is such a tender time, and it scares her to death because it exposes her vulnerabilities.

“Little one, I’m not going anywhere.”

Chapter Thirty

June 2003

I woke up in the middle of the night due to movement on the bed. Moments later Kelsie’s warm, panty clad body snuggled up to me. She wants to be close.

“Hi, little one,” I whispered while draping an arm across her body.

My hand ended up wandering into her panties, and I drifted off to sleep while cupping her pussy.

* * *

“Up on your knees, my dirty slut,” I said as I slapped Cathy’s ass with my crop.

My beautiful wife rose to her knees, faced the wall and waited for me to bind her wrists to the headboard. I guided my wife to back up just a little bit so that she was bent over. My plan was to empty my balls in Cathy’s pussy and then have Kelsie lick it out. We’ll see how that goes between Kelsie and Cathy.

“Little one, you may sit there and watch. You may not put your hands in your panties, but you may play with your tits.”

While I banged Cathy, I watched Kelsie while she tugged and pinched her nipples. I grunted my release and quickly pulled out.

“Kelsie, sweetheart, come get Daddy’s cum. Lie under Cathy and lick it out of her pussy,” I said as I uncuffed Cathy’s wrists from the headboard.

I knew that if Kelsie is positioned just right that I could have Cathy lick Kelsie’s pussy. Sitting at the foot of the bed, I watched Kelsie go to work on my wife. Damn. Kelsie’s motions grew more frantic when Cathy lowered her head to lick her.

“Get all that cum, Kelsie. Get that tongue in there nice and deep,” I encouraged.

With Kelsie’s face buried in my wife’s pussy, the two began making noises and whimpers of pleasure.

“Are you close, Kelsie?” Cathy asked.

“Mmhmm.”

“Ask your Daddy if you can come,” Cathy told Kelsie.

Shit, that was hot. Mornings like this could be a common occurrence in my home. I gave Kelsie permission to come and enjoyed the sight of my wife making Kelsie come.

I sent Kelsie to get cleaned up and ready for the day. This afternoon we were having a small party with a few friends, and Kelsie was going to help Cathy get everything ready. I had a few errands to run, and I was taking Noah with me. I thought it would give us a chance to bond a bit.

Before bed last night, I had a lengthy conversation with Cathy about Kelsie and everything she told me. Her heart went out to Kelsie as well, and we both decided that as long as everything goes smoothly this week, that we were going to invite Kelsie into our home. Cathy asked me what I thought about extending the invitation to Noah. I was a bit on the fence with Noah. I was hoping that maybe our trip together running errands might push me over the fence…one way or another.

“Lots of stops to make today, Noah. I thought we could use the time away to get to know each other a bit more.”

“Yes, sir. I’d like that.”

Noah is a natural submissive, and I don’t detect anything with him that would make me think he has anything but good, healthy intentions. He lets my wife dominate him, and I’ll be honest, I love watching it. While Noah was a little older than Kelsie, he was still very much a young man. Much younger than my wife and I.

“Noah, do you see yourself getting tired of being dominated by my wife?”

“No, sir. I’m very content. I’ve been with a handful of Mistresses and Dommes, but I feel a certain amount of safety with you and your wife.”

“Explain.”

“Well, even though she dominates me, and you’re around, I don’t feel intimidated or like I’m being judged. I can just relax and enjoy everything. One of my prior mistresses was pretty good to me, but her husband wasn’t. I had to sleep in a metal cage each night on the patio.”

I frowned and almost could picture Noah curled up in a cage. He was about six feet tall and wouldn’t fit in a cage very well.

“And so far, you haven’t beaten me or made me bleed.”

“The day is still young, Noah. Don’t rule out that beating.”

He laughed along and continued chatting, volunteering info about his life.

“Were they into blood play?”

“I think they were into a lot of really dark things, Mr. Eriksson.”

“It’s Blake, Noah. Please, call me Blake.”

“Yes, sir.”

I glanced sideways out of my sunglasses at him. He was tapping the passenger door to the beat of the music in the background.

During our travels to the bank and gas station, I thought about the dark relationship he was in with those people. They would have parties, and Noah was the entertainment. He wore a dog collar around his neck and was chained to a fence outside. The husband was particularly rough with him and was into breath play. It sounded horrible and to be honest, dangerous.

“When did you decide that you weren’t in a healthy situation, Noah?”

“I woke up on the ground, next to the pool with a bag taped around my head.”

“Shit, Noah!”

“I know. It wasn’t good. I woke up chained to the fence but my hands were free, and I clawed the bag open to breathe. I was petrified that I was going to die in that house. I was confused at that point and very disoriented. I had passed out. When they came out to get me, I said my safe word and asked out of the relationship. They respected my decision, and within thirty minutes I was walking along the streets. I no longer had a roof over my head. They were paying for my college education, so I had to drop out the following semester.”

For having such a terrible recent path, Noah had a very positive outlook. And my wife was drawn to him. Maybe she saw a hurt soul in him too. Cathy and I could really give Noah and Kelsie a great life, as long as they wanted. A roof over their heads, food in their bellies, safety, unconditional love and nurture the hell out of their kinky needs and desires.

“Do you have any siblings, Noah?”

“Um, I had an older brother. He died serving in Desert Storm.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Were you guys close?”

“He was a lot older than I was, so we didn’t have a chance to get to know one another.”

I asked Noah if he felt he couldn’t go home after he left that situation. He said that his folks found out he was into “that stuff” when he in college and said that “no son of theirs was into that sick stuff.”

“It’s who I am. So, if my parents can’t deal with who I am, then I’m better off.”

Our last stop was at my attorney’s office. He and I were good friends, and he handled all of my business and personal needs. Noah waited in the lobby for me while I spoke with my attorney.

“I need some help with citizenship,” I said, cutting to the quick of the visit.

My attorney, Steven, laughed and said, “The last time I checked, you were a citizen. What’s up, Blake?”

“There is a young woman Cathy and I know, that came to the U.S. just a few years ago. Her father sold her to some American so she could have a shot at a better life.”

“Did he sell the girl to you?”

“No! Are you out of your mind?”

“Just asking, Blake. Not judging. But you’re fucking her, right?”

“Yes. Yes, I’m fucking her.”

Steven went to another filing cabinet and brought back a folder to the desk. He opened it and thumbed through it.

“Where is she from?”

“The Netherlands.”

“Really? I wasn’t expecting you to say that. I was thinking more along the lines of an Eastern European country, or the Philippines. Fuck, even Russia. The Netherlands are supposed to be kind of nice.”

“I’m sure they are. She grew up homeless, watched her mother get raped and murdered in a decrepit building they called home, then lived with a hateful father until he sold her off to some sick fuck.”

“Christ. Was the American bad to her?”

I stared incredulously at Steven.

“Steven, he bought a nineteen-year-old from a stranger in another country. I don’t imagine his intentions with her were purely helpful.”

“Ok, here. Take this to her. Can she read and speak English?”

I nodded and glanced at the paperwork.

“Bring it back to me when you’re done, and we’ll get the ball rolling.”

Determined that Kelsie would have a much better life here, I would see to it that she earned her citizenship.

Noah and I chatted more on the way home, and I brought Kelsie up to him. Kelsie and his possible relationship with her would be necessary and important.

“What do you think of Kelsie?”

“Sweet girl. I know I’ve only been around her a few times, but she seems very nice.”

“She’s had a rough life, Noah, and she doesn’t have many friends. I’d like it very much if you would consider becoming a good friend to her. An ear and a shoulder, perhaps.”

“Like a big brother?”

I snapped my fingers at his suggestion.

“Yes, exactly, Noah. I would love for you to look after her like a little sister.”

When we got home, I needed to spend a little time with my rowdy little girl. I had been away too long.

* * *

I leaned against the waist high retaining wall with a few of the guys while I watched Kelsie swim around in the pool with a few others from the club. She was in the shallow end and playing water volleyball with some guests. Most of the guests that were in the pool were naked, including Kelsie.

“So, how are things in the orgy Eriksson house?” Colin asked.

“Things are good. I feel excellent about where things are at.”

I told them about Kelsie and Noah’s pasts and about how I was going to help Kelsie with her citizenship.

“Sounds like you might be closer to making that little one permanent,” Matt said and hopped up on the wall next to me.

Matt is a trauma counselor in one of the emergency rooms on an as needed basis, so he was most interested in Kelsie’s past and had the most to say about it. Colin contributed a lot to the conversation as well, but Anthony remained quiet for the most part.

The fours of us moved our conversation to the decking of the pool, and all sat on the edge with our feet in the water.

“Have you had her and Cathy in the same bed yet?” Colin asked with a smile on his face.

“Oh, yes.”

“Damn. How about Noah?” Matt asked.

“First morning they were here I showed Noah how to properly make Cathy scream. And he’s fucked Cathy in our bed, at least once to my knowledge.”

“What about Kelsie and Noah?” Colin asked.

“No, we’re not going down that route. I spoke to Noah today about it in fact. He’s going to treat her like a little sister.”

If the guys bought that or not, I didn’t care. I knew though that I wasn’t going to have an issue with Noah and Kelsie.

While we were talking, the ball from their water volleyball game hit Kelsie in the forehead. Noah swam under the net to her and rubbed his fingers over the spot that was red. He asked her something, and she smiled and nodded at him before he swam back to his side of the net.

Perfect. That’s what I wanted from Noah.

“Little one,” I called over to her.

Kelsie looked over at me, and I gestured for her to come over to me. She swam over and put her hands on the decking between my legs.

“Yes, Daddy?”

I ran my thumb over the red spot and asked her if she was okay. She gave me a smile and said it was fine. I put my hands under her armpits and lifted her out to the water just enough to where I could kiss her forehead, and then I gently lowered her back into the water.

“Have fun, sweetheart.”

She smiled and swam away.

“Your naked pool parties are awesome, Blake,” Colin said.

* * *

Somewhere shortly after two in the morning, Noah called my name from the side of our bed.

“Sir,” he whispered.

I turned the light on and squinted at him after I looked at the clock.

“What is it?”

“Sir, I think Kelsie is upset. I got up to go pee, and I could hear her. She sounded upset.”

I got out of bed, pulled on some shorts, and made my way down the hall to Kelsie’s room. As I approached, I could hear a noise in her room. I softly knocked on her door and pushed it open.

Kelsie was lying naked on the floor, legs parted with her feet propped up on the bed. In her hand, she held a washcloth and brought it down to strike her pussy with it. Moments passed until it registered what she was doing: she was self-inflicting pain. Her face held determination, and when she noticed I was in the doorway, she burst into tears.

I crouched beside her and pulled the wet washcloth from her hand. I scooped her up in my arms and sat on the bed with her.

“Shh, little one. Daddy has you.”

My heart was pounding as I rocked her in my arms and she buried her face in my chest. I thought about what I walked in on her doing; she was hurting herself. She was whipping herself with a wet rag. I gently pulled her legs apart and looked over her shoulder at her pussy. She was red, and the lash marks looked sore.

“Little one,” was all I could get out.

“I ache, Daddy,” she cried.

I knew she was referring to a deep ache. It wasn’t a physical ache at all, though. This was a deep ache that has been brewing somewhere between her soul and her mind. This kind of ache couldn’t be soothed with ice or ibuprofen. This ache needed special attention.

“I know, little sub. Daddy will fix it.”

I stood up and carried Kelsie to my playroom, shutting the door softly behind me.

Adrenaline was pumping through my veins as I thought quickly about this. She needed me to ease the aches and pains. Kelsie needed a cathartic release. Putting her on the spanking bench would keep the front of her body more covered and “protected” from vulnerable feelings versus the St. Andrew’s Cross. She needs to be completely open and “bare” in order for her to get out of this exactly what she needed, but the cross was a little too dramatic for her needs tonight.

Glancing upward, I knew the cable system would be best. Nothing would be in the way. Kelsie simply could stand, holding onto the rope above her wrist restraints. I set her down on her bare feet and went to the drawer to get some soft lined cuffs. With her tiny wrists surrounded by the soft fleece, I attached them to the carabiner that dangled from the rope.

“Little sub, hold onto the rope.”

Holding her face in my hands, I looked into her eyes. I knew better than to rely on her to tell me when she had enough. My arms would tire before my little rowdy girl would break. I needed to give her something to alert me when she’s had enough in case she’s unable to voice it. When Cathy and I know we’re going to get into a heavy play session, if workable, I place a plastic ball in her hand. The ball has a bunch of tiny bells inside of it, so when dropped, it makes a decent amount of noise and will alert me in the event she can’t verbally tell me. I found the ball and placed it in Kelsie’s hands and explained it to her.

With my deer skinned flogger in hand, I began working on Kelsie’s back, keeping it concentrated on her upper back. After a decent amount of time and her reddened back, she had barely moved. I set the flogger down and pulled the leather paddle out.

Standing in front of Kelsie, I took hold of her chin and tilted it upward so she’d look at me. Her eyes were clear, though tears were sitting in the lower lids of her eyes. I think if I stayed there and just looked at her long enough, she would have cried. But I knew she wasn’t ready yet. I reminded her again to say “red” if she had enough.

I wanted to administer the paddling while maintaining some sort of physical contact with her. Spankings and paddlings can be humiliating, and given what Kelsie has stored up, I had a feeling that this would cause her to bend a bit. Standing to her left, I reached across her body and took hold of her right hip with my left hand. She would be able to feel the strength of my arm draped across her body. My hopes were that she’d feel my support and comfort, and wouldn’t be afraid to let go.

The paddling started, and as expected, she began moving into me a little bit here and there. After twenty swats, I stopped and ran my hand over her ass. I kept my eyes on her though and saw her lips begin to quiver.

“Little one, have you had enough?”

She sniffled, shook her head and readjusted her grip on the rope. I nodded and continued spanking her with the paddle. We hit fifty-seven when the gasp and whimper escaped her mouth. I knew she had been trying to hold it in, but the tears and release were on the horizon. Heavier than before, her weight was leaning against me and her forehead was hiding against her upper arm overhead.

“Sweetheart,”

That one little word started the chain reaction. Tears spilled as the sobs tore from her gut. From her hand, she dropped the ball and hung her head, crying. Quickly I released her wrists from the cuffs, but Kelsie still held the rope, as if she was saying she wasn’t done, despite the ball dropping.

“Little one, let go. Daddy’s got you.”

I pried her small fingers from the rope, and she crashed into me. Picking her up, I carried her to a large leather chair in the room and sat down, cuddling her to my body. I would get some lotion on her body shortly, but first, she needed some love and nourishing for that soul of hers. I stroked her cheek, and upper arm as the tears continued to fall and reassured her that “daddy” had her and wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

After our session, and her eyes were dry, I stayed with her in her bed. Though I didn't sleep, I held her…and she let me through the rest of the night. I knew that she would feel awkward and embarrassed about last night, so I wanted to try to show her that it was okay and that I wasn't judging her.

“Morning, little one,” I said softly when her eyes opened.

She smiled shyly and began to apologize. I kissed her lips and told her it would be okay.

“How are you feeling, baby girl?”

Kelsie wiggled around a bit and stretched some before smiling and nodding again.

“I feel really good. It’s hard to explain.”

“You don't have to explain, sweetheart.”

I could tell she felt ashamed and I didn't want her to worry or dwell upon this. The best thing for Kelsie this morning would be something to keep her busy and occupied.

“Little one, would you like to make breakfast for everyone this morning?”

“Yes, I'd like that.”

A small smile appeared on her face, and I also took it as her way of thanking me for something that she didn't feel secure enough to say. And that was okay.

I gave her a bath, paying a little more attention her pussy. I gently washed her there in case she was still sore from when she hit herself. She hadn't flinched at all.

Her back glowed several hues of red, though skin had not been broken last night. There were a few small slightly raised red lines on her back from the falls of the flogger. Her paddled ass was still very red, and there were a few spots of broken blood vessels near the curve of her right ass cheek and the back of her thigh.

She dressed in some soft shorts and a comfy t-shirt, and I sent her to the kitchen before heading to my room. I stopped in the doorway when I saw Noah face down on the bed, his head buried between my wife’s legs. Cathy had fists full of Noah’s hair and was quietly moaning.

“Reach up and pinch those nipples, Noah. She's too quiet,” I instructed as I headed towards the bathroom.

Over my razor and morning bathroom routine, I could hear Cathy’s moans grow in volume. I smiled when I heard her come and poked my head in the bedroom. Cathy was stroking Noah’s hair as he continued to lick her. Soon, Cathy sent Noah off to his room to get ready for the day, and she joined me in the bathroom. I briefly mentioned the event with Kelsie last night. She knew I went in to check on her last night after Noah alerted us that she was upset.

“She needed a distraction and is making breakfast for everyone.”

“Good idea, darling.”

I quickly finished getting dressed and went to the kitchen. Kelsie already had coffee made, and I stood beside her, watching her as she tended to the bacon in the pan. I think she was still too embarrassed to look at me. I bent down and kissed her cheek and gave her butt a playful swat.

“I'll be on the patio, little one.”

I sat down at the table and set my coffee in front of me and began breaking down my night.

Over the course of years, I've met many bottoms that inflicted pain upon themselves. Asking them why they do it, doesn't help. I have taken some classes regarding the psychology of submissives, and Doms for that matter and they've touched on self-infliction. Reasons behind it aren't always black and white, though one element is almost always present; they hurt emotionally and turn to physical pain to release some of the emotional pain. The physical pain “allows” them to release the tension and tears. It gives them “permission” to cry, in many cases.

I hadn't seen this coming with Kelsie. She and I had played in Irons for many months, and I never saw signs of this. I never saw wounds, abrasions, cuts or the like, and I always paid attention to her body. I knew she had carefully crafted walls and even said her safe word to avoid after care, so I knew there was a reason for that. But it wasn't until last night was I aware of her self-inflicting. While I don't know how long she's been doing this, I don't think last night was her first go at it. She had whipped her pussy with a wet washcloth. For the most part, it would make her red and perhaps leave a few angry welts. It wouldn't appear as anything other than a young woman having some rough sex or a playful impact session.

She knew a conversation was on the horizon with me about this, but it was probably going to be much different than she is expecting. Was self-inflicting a deal breaker for me? Absolutely not. I just needed to think.

Noah and Kelsie cleaned up the dishes and kitchen after breakfast and then Cathy was going to tease and play with Noah in the playroom. He looked eager as he followed my wife inside. I glanced at Kelsie and thought this would be a good time for our chat.

“Little one,” I said and patted my thigh.

Kelsie gave me a warm smile and settled on my lap. I hugged her against my body and kissed the top of her head, hoping she would relax some.

“Please relax, little one. You're not in trouble. I'm not angry with you.” I paused hoping she would take that in. “I'm not going to berate you or say that you shouldn't hurt yourself. I will tell you that I think I understand.”

Kelsie looked up at me with hopeful eyes, trusting that this conversation would be different than she expected. Placing my hand flat against her sternum, I gave her chest a playful rub.

“I understand that there is something somewhere in here that makes you feel that you have to punish yourself. I don't know what that driving force is, but I understand that it's there. You might not even know where it comes from, though I may have an idea.”

I kissed her cheek and cuddled her close to me.

“I suppose you're not going to want to play with me at the end of the week, right?”

“Quite the opposite, little one.”

“I don't want to see some doctor. I don't need to.”

“Sweetheart, I never mentioned that I thought you needed that at all.”

“Brent said…Brent said I needed to.”

I sighed and kissed the top of her head again.

“I think Brent misunderstood you, Kelsie. I'm not trying to fix you. There’s nothing wrong with you. You just need someone who will love you and take care of you, unconditionally.”

She stared at me through teary eyes, as if she were still comprehending what I was telling her. I knew she craved affection, but she was terrified to accept it. Her youth was spent trying to be loved and earn affection. Kelsie felt guilty for wanting it so badly, and for allowing herself to accept it when she did. This, I think, is what led to the self-inflicting.

“I'm going to tell you something, Kelsie.” She nodded and gripped my fingers that her hand was wrapped around. “You could have sold your soul to the devil himself in exchange for your father’s love and affection, and it wouldn't have been enough.”

Her pretty blue eyes moved quickly back, and forth and all around. She nodded, and more tears fell from those eyes. I hugged her to me and told her not to worry.

“Here’s what I propose, little one. You and I need to come up with a way for you to tell me, not in words, when you're starting to feel the need come on where you think you need to punish yourself. And I know, that you know when it's coming on. Give me the chance to take care of it before you take matters into your hands, little one.”

I could feel her head nodding against my chest, and she mumbled, “Ok.”

When she knows when she's nearing that low point, I want to be the one to give her the heavy session she needs versus her doing it to herself. At least this way, I know she's safe, and I can take care of her and look after her.

Kelsie got changed, and she and I ventured out to do some shopping. Our main purpose was to find an object or a bracelet that she could put on that would alert me quietly that she was in need. I knew better than to rely on her verbally telling me, simply because she felt ashamed of it. I didn't want her to feel ashamed, but I knew this was something that would subside over time. Hopefully.

We went into a store that had what I'd call kids accessories. The store’s target group had to be kids or teens trying to find that fun little piece of plastic to go with an outfit. Kelsie was familiar with the store and wanted to go in. After far too much pop music that would last me a lifetime, Kelsie picked up an elastic bracelet with black, glossy beads. Dangling from the bracelet was a fluorescent pink skull and crossbones. She simply held it up to me, waiting for my opinion. I nodded and we made the purchase. The thing was $2.99, but there wasn't a price tag associated with something that would alert me to help keep her safe.

Chapter Thirty-One

June 2003

The rest of the week had gone very well and was full of sex in my house. Cathy was having a blast with Noah, and we were all building a great relationship.

Kelsie and I spent time together before bedtime, and we had fallen in the pattern of a bedtime story. I would take in Playboy and find a dirty little story to read her. The best part of story time was that Kelsie would cuddle against me, her head rested on my chest as she listened. Sometimes I'd drag the story out or start another one so that I could hold her a little longer. She needed it and was finally starting to accept the affection she wanted, without the guilt.

I didn't want the week to end and was a little worried about our separation. Not just Kelsie and me, but Cathy and Noah. Somehow, these two little-lost souls have given Cathy and I a reminder that our hearts, and home, can handle two more.

It was Sunday now, and time to return to our usual life for a while. At least until Cathy and I could sit down and seriously discuss adding Kelsie and Noah to our home. Kelsie was going to take her bracelet home and would keep it in her bag when she comes to Irons, just in case. I would always be on alert and check her wrists for it.

My heart was heavy for the next few days. I was restless and felt something in the pit of my stomach that I can say with one hundred percent certainty, that I’ve only felt a few other times in my life. Worry.

Sitting outside on my patio, I thought about the last time I felt this kind of worry; it was with Anthony. Though it was different, it was also very much the same. I cared about both Kelsie and Anthony, and would do anything for either of them to ensure their safety and happiness. With Anthony, I felt very connected to him. Almost as though he were my son. Kelsie was a bit different in that she and I had a very powerful, unique, sexual connection.

Though I maintained contact with Kelsie nearly every day via phone or email, it still wasn’t the same, and I began to long for her. Cathy was also going through some withdraws of not having Noah around.

Irons became a little awkward for Kelsie and I. While Cathy would take Noah down in the dungeon still, I kept watch over Kelsie but hadn’t played with her in the club since our separation. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to, I think it was because I was trying to protect something that was really a lost cause at this point…my heart.

Kelsie was so young still and had her life ahead of her. I was well over twenty-five years older than her.

As much as it kills me, I’ve been watching her scenes when she comes to the club to play. I watch over her like a hawk and make sure that I’m there for her after the scene. So far, she hasn’t let a single Top or Dom provide any form of after care. Some Doms have refused to scene with her because of this. I understand the kind of care she needs after a scene and am always ready to help her.

I watched her scene with Seth in the classroom. I smiled at her smart mouth that came out in full force, winced and tried to look away while Seth was fucking her, and my heart ached when she said her safe word at the end.

“No, little one,” I said under my breath in the hallway.

Seth did what he could to get her to just sit down with him, but she wouldn’t have it. Once Seth left the room, I watched her carefully. She paced around for a few moments before wrapping her arms around her midsection, then lowering her head and began crying. I stood in the doorway, watching her.

She made eye contact with me for a brief moment before returning her gaze to the floor. Kelsie was trying hard to keep it together. I walked to the small fridge by the teacher’s desk and took out a juice box. I poked the straw in the top and sat down on the couch with it. Looking up at her, I urged her with my eyes to come sit down with me. I knew she wouldn’t do it with others, but I hoped she’d still do it with me. Slowly her feet came closer until she sat down beside me. I held the juice box out, and she took it from me. Neither of us spoke, but we both sat there and soaked up something we both were missing terribly. Soon, Kelsie was leaning against my side, slurping on her juice. Once she hit the bottom of the box, and the straw made the noise confirming it was empty, I took the box from her and kissed her forehead.

“Good girl, little one.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” Kelsie whispered before kissing my cheek and leaving the room.

Daddy.

Oh fuck, my heart hurts.

Chapter Thirty-Two

July 2003

Weeks had gone by, and Cathy and I had many conversations on the pros and cons of adding Noah and Kelsie. We wanted both of them; we needed both of them.

I turned the light on and glanced at the alarm clock while the ringing phone blared in my ear. 3:30 a.m. Ringing phones in the middle of the night meant one of two things: something was wrong or it was the wrong number.

“Hello,” I managed to say into the receiver of the phone.

“Blake, it’s Brent.”

I sat up in bed and woke right up. Brent’s connected with Kelsie.

“What’s wrong?”

“Can you come to Kelsie’s?”

“Yes, what’s wrong?”

I held the phone with my shoulder while I pulled on some pants and took a shirt out of the closet.

“Kelsie and her roommates went to Tails, and some of the girls brought some guys home with them. Assholes. Kelsie called me in a fit of tears asking me to come over because she was scared. People were yelling and screaming in the background. I think she was hiding in her room. Someone started pounding on her door, she screamed, and the line went dead. I just got to her place, and the police are here. She won’t talk to me now. Blake, two of them are badly injured.”

“What?”

I sat down on the bed and started putting shoes on but stopped when he mentioned two girls are injured.

“I’m on my way.”

I quickly told Cathy what Brent said, and she encouraged me to go, but to be safe.

In the car, I dialed Anthony. I needed someone I trusted to go with me. I wasn’t leaving there without Kelsie, and I am going to insist that I hold her in the backseat. Which meant, I needed someone I trusted to drive. Anthony’s place was on the way to Kelsie’s, and he was waiting outside.

“So the police are there?” he asked.

“That’s what Brent said.”

I turned onto Kelsie’s street, and it was lit up with tons of lights from police cars, ambulances, and a fire truck.

“Damn,” Anthony said.

I parked along the street and quickly went to the front door but was stopped by police. Brent saw us and let the police know we were friends of one of the girls. Friends? I was more than friends with Kelsie.

I quickly made my way to her bedroom and stopped in her doorway. There were police officers and two paramedics crouched on the floor. My heart ached as I saw my little girl, cowering in the corner.

“Sweetheart,” I said and made my way toward her.

She looked up and held her arms out toward me, her black and pink skull bracelet dangled from her wrist. I knelt down, and she flung her arms around me and started crying hysterically.

“Daddy’s got you, little one,” I whispered into her ears.

She shook in my arms, and the paramedics recommended that if we weren’t going to ride with them to the hospital to have her looked at, that we drive her there ourselves. Kelsie cried harder and shook her head before she buried it against my chest.

“We’ll take her and have her looked at,” I told the paramedics and police.

The paramedics left her room, and the officer asked Anthony for some information for contact purposes. He handled that while I concentrated on Kelsie. She settled on my lap when she brought her arms down, and I saw she had her teddy bear. In one hand she held the bulk of it and the other hand she held it’s arm.

“Oh, sweetheart,” I frowned at her bear’s severed arm.

“We have to f-fix him. Please, he’s all I have f-from my mom.”

Kelsie was in hysterics and started to get the dry heaves. I urged her to calm down and promised her I would fix her bear. I knew how important her bear was to her, especially since she lost her mom violently. She probably clung to it while she witnessed such a heinous act. Anthony finished with the officer and then knelt down beside me.

“We need to take her to get looked at,” I said to Anthony, and he nodded.

Anthony moved around Kelsie’s room, looking for some clothes and shoes. Her room looked like there had been a fight going on in here. I prayed to God she wasn’t hurt, but considering there were two girls with wounds and an unconscious girl, I’d say Kelsie was doing fine. We got her dressed and carried her from the house towards my car. Anthony held Kelsie while I got in the back seat and then he put her in my arms. Kelsie dropped her bear on the floor of the car, but Anthony picked it up and placed it over her stomach. He grabbed my wrist and moved it, so I put my hand over the bear, holding it to her stomach. Anthony just nodded at me, silently telling me not to move.

Many things went through my head, and Anthony’s teddy bear interaction had me thinking. I couldn’t dedicate much time to think about it like I wanted to. I held Kelsie in the waiting room while Anthony checked us in and then he came to sit next to me.

“What’s your bear’s name, Kelsie?” Anthony asked her.

I think the shock was setting in because she wasn’t very talkative and perhaps Anthony knew and understood this a bit more than I did. Again, something I wanted to come back to and talk about or at least, think about.

“Kelsie, what’s this little guy’s name?” Anthony asked again and playfully shook the bear’s foot, but Kelsie remained quiet in my arms.

“I had a bear when I was little. He wore a blue shirt but no pants. I named him Buster. Buster Bear. He and I were great friends. We climbed trees, ran together, played hide and seek. We were both terrible at it though because we both would hide at the same time.” Anthony laughed lightly at his own story.

“Did your mom give you Buster?” Kelsie asked Anthony quietly.

Anthony shook his head and wiggled Kelsie’s bear’s leg.

“My dad sent the bear to me when I was very little.”

“My bear’s name is Jazmin,” Kelsie said quietly.

“Oh, pardon me then.” Anthony laughed and looked up at me. “I was calling her a he. Jazmin is most definitely a girl…right?”

Kelsie laughed and nodded, and a few moments later we were called back. The doctor checked Kelsie over and listened to her story as she struggled to tell it. When Kelsie heard the screaming in their living room, she went to check on it and tried kicking everyone out. That's when things turned ugly and Kelsie grabbed the phone, and threatened to call the police. One of the guys chased her, and she locked herself in her room while the guy tried to break her door down.

“He was most likely afraid you'd call the police and wanted to get the phone out of your hands,” the doctor tried to ease her worries.

While the doctor examined her and tended to a few small abrasions, the arm of her teddy bear fell from her hands. Anthony picked it up and said he'd hold onto it for her.

“Please don't lose it,” she said nervously to Anthony.

“I won't, sweetheart.”

The doctor left the room for a few minutes, and I returned to the bed to sit beside her.

“Little one, why didn't you call me?”

“Because it was late and I knew you'd be in bed and didn't want to wake up Cathy. Brent lives alone and is in security. And I was afraid you wouldn’t come…I miss you so much.”

“Keslie,”

She started to cry, and I wrapped my arms around her. The doctor came back with a prescription to help her sleep and explained it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for Kelsie to have difficulty sleeping. I carried her to the car and sat in the back seat with her again. It was going on six in the morning, and Cathy was awake when we got home. I held Kelsie on my lap while I told the story to Cathy. We sat up for a little while until Kelsie nearly fell asleep in my arms.

“Darling, why don’t you and Kelsie lie down and try to sleep for a while,” Cathy suggested.

I happily accepted that suggestion and carried Kelsie to the guest room she had occupied for the week she stayed with us. I laid down with her and held her closely. I noticed she didn't have her bear, but knew for a fact she had it when we came inside.

“Try to rest, little one. Just close your eyes and know that I will be right here when you open them.”

* * *

I woke up hours later and nudged Kelsie. I took her by her hand, and we went to the kitchen so I could make sure she got some food. In the kitchen, Cathy was sitting at the table chatting with Anthony. Cathy looked over at us, smiled and headed over to the pantry.

“Kelsie, let me help get you something to eat,” Cathy said warmly and pushed me towards the table to sit down.

Kelsie stayed in the kitchen and spoke with Cathy as they began making sandwiches and soup. I sat down across from Anthony and smiled at him.

“You're still here. Sorry about that,” I said quietly to Anthony.

“It's no problem,” Anthony said as I noticed Kelsie’s bear was sitting in front of him on the table.

There were some things that he did or said last night that I wanted to talk to him about, but I didn't know how receptive he'd be to it.

“You were very calm with her last night, Anthony.”

He shrugged and sipped his coffee. I had a feeling he'd be closed off about it. I pulled the bear over and frowned at it. The arm was fixed! I held it up in the air and got Kelsie’s attention.

“Sweetheart, look,” I said happily.

“Jazmin!”

Kelsie hurried over and pulled the bear from my hands and tested out the arm. I eyed Cathy and saw her smiling as she watched how genuinely happy Kelsie was.

“Thank you,” Kelsie said and looked up at Cathy.

Cathy glanced at Anthony and then back at me and then Kelsie.

“Thank Anthony. He’s the one who fixed her.”

Cathy turned around to tend to the soup and Kelsie gave him a hug before going back to help Cathy with lunch. I just stared at Anthony.

“You're a seamstress now?”

“I’m multi-talented. I'm very good with my hands. Ask the ladies of your club,” he joked back.

I nodded at him and thanked him. Anthony stayed and had lunch with us before I drove him home. So many things were on the tip of my tongue to ask him or say to him, but I wasn’t going to over complicate it. Besides, I knew his walls were firmly in place.

* * *

Kelsie wasn’t going back to that house where she rented a room. The time we’ve spent apart has cemented the fact that I need this young woman in my life. Cathy and I had our final discussion on the matter, and we were both in agreement; we would add Kelsie and Noah to our special dynamic. We invited Noah over for dinner and talked with him and Kelsie about the invitation to join our family.

“What? Seriously? You’re inviting me to live here?” Noah asked and set his silverware down.

“Yes. This is something very special. Neither of you will be considered house slaves. While there is a hierarchy, everyone treats one another with respect. Same rules apply as during the week you both stayed here. We’ll adjust rules here and there as they become necessary. So, what do you guys think? Do you want to think about it?”

“No! I want this!” Noah eagerly replied.

“Are you certain, Noah? Our play could kick up a notch,” Cathy teased.

“I’m certain!”

“I’m going to take that sweet, little ass of yours, young man,” Cathy warned Noah.

Noah’s cheeks flushed, and a smile spread across his face, exposing his perfect teeth. Kelsie’s sweet sounding giggles caught my attention, and I reached across the table, and playfully grabbed one of her breasts.

“What are you laughing at, little one?”

“Noah’s going to get something up his ass,” she continued to giggle and laugh while Noah smiled and nodded.

“Don’t worry, little one. Daddy’s going to make sure you get something up that little ass of yours tonight,” I promised.

After dinner, I decided to enjoy myself. I called the three submissives into the living room and instructed them all to undress. Noah’s cock was already hard, and I could see some pre-cum forming on the tip. We’ll have to work with him on control.

“Little one, Daddy has something for you to suck on.”

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard cock while keeping my eyes on Kelsie. I motioned her closer and then helped guide her to her knees. She knelt between my legs and lowered her head, taking her time licking and sucking.

“Cathy, darling…enjoy Kelsie’s pussy.”

Watching my wife lower to the floor and lie on her back was beyond sexy. Cathy’s hands came up to hold Kelsie’s hips and help guide her to lower down over my wife’s face.

“Enjoy it, sweetheart.”

I made a gesture towards my wife while looking at Noah. He didn’t wait for a second invitation and immediately went down on Cathy. Once I came in Kelsie’s mouth, I encouraged Cathy to make Kelsie come, and for Noah to make my wife come. Sounds of pleasure filled my living room, but I was eager to have some alone time with my little one.

Eventually, Cathy took Noah to the play room, where I’m sure she was ready to collect on taking his ass. Once Kelsie and I were in her room, I lowered her panties just below her ass cheeks.

“Daddy’s going to spank you, little one.”

I pulled Kelsie across my lap and warmed her ass cheeks up with the palm of my hand. After I had given her ten playful swats, I made good on my dinner promise and buried myself up her ass.

After I had snuggled with Kelsie, I gave her a bath and read her a filthy story. I kissed her goodnight and checked on Noah before returning to my room for the night. Cathy filled me in on her pegging scene with Noah. It made me smile to see Cathy speak with such excitement over her evening dominating Noah.

* * *

Over the coming weeks, Cathy and I got Noah re-enrolled at UNLV so he could finish his degree and Kelsie and I spent a few hours each day studying for her citizenship exam. She was very determined to earn her citizenship, and it brought me a great deal of pride to see how dedicated she was about this.

At the end of July, we collared Kelsie and Noah in front of our friends at Irons. The collaring ceremony was simple, but I had put a lot of thought into the collars. Noah and Kelsie each received a unique collar from Cathy and me. Kelsie’s was a necklace that had a daisy charm, and the reverse side engraved with “Blake and Cathy’s.” Noah’s collar was a set of dog tags that had the same engravings that Kelsie’s had on one tag, and the other tag said “Cathy’s boy” on it. In addition to the collar, I had a skull charm engraved for Kelsie’s black and pink bracelet that said “Daddy’s” on it.

Epilogue

November 2013

“Thank you, little one,” I said to Kelsie and kissed her cheek.

Kelsie had just delivered me a glass of whiskey and was heading back behind the bar to help Noah out when I heard Anthony’s voice boom out in the main room of Irons.

“Fuck, Evan! Red, goddamn it!” tore from Anthony’s mouth, causing me to stand up straighter.

I had been leaning against the bar watching a little scene between Evan and Sydney; a little submissive that Colin has been working with.

Many things disturbed me about this scene, but possibly the most disturbing are that that one of my experienced Doms took such little care in listening to Colin about some things to avoid with her. From what I knew, Sydney was just coming out of a very violent recent past and needed a little extra care.

Evan lost his head and failed to exercise caution with this little sub. While she hadn’t said her safe word, Anthony was wise enough to step in and say it.

From my conversations with Colin about Sydney, I knew that she had developed a strong bond with Anthony. She trusts him, and I can see what she does to him. He’s been a mess tonight and ended up aiding Evan in the scene. I watched Anthony carry that girl away from Evan, and I’ve never been more proud of him as I was at that moment.

Colin had gone over and sat with the two of them for a while, and I closely observed their interactions. Anthony looked so content with her in his arms, and I remembered way back to something he said to me when he first entered the mentoring program. When I asked him what he liked most about being a Dom, he told me that he loved feeling needed and meeting the needs of submissives. Anthony needed to be needed. Sydney needed him just as much as he needed her, and I could tell that it scares Anthony to death. I saw it all over his face when Colin stood up with Sydney in his arms; Anthony ached for her.

Anthony cares deeply for this girl. I know because I’ve watched him co-top with Colin for years, and none of the girls he’s played with have ever caused this much emotion to seep from his pores. There was something about her, and I knew this was the girl that was going to make Anthony question everything…and run the other way.

Sneak Peek at Descent

Book 1 in the Inferno Series by

Ashton Blackthorne and Drew Sera

Coming in September

Had I made the right decision?

Glancing around the room, I began to second guess my decision making skills. Today, I was moving in with my best friend that I've had since elementary school and her boyfriend. Most of my twenties, up to this point, have been spent living with my parents on and off again. Hopefully this time, I'll be able to stay out. While I had a lot of physical space at my parents, personal space was non-existent. They liked to know everything; where I was, who I was with when I'd be home. Despite being twenty-eight, they still had their thumbs on me.

It was time to move on, I decided. And now, here I was. “Here” was a small bedroom with an adjoining bathroom. Though a much smaller place than what I was used to, I’d have more freedom here than in my entire life. Plus, my best friend was here. My parents didn't hate my best friend, but they didn't like her either. They tolerated her because I liked her and she was the only person that I've remained friends with since high school.

“What? You're not completely unpacked yet, Leeds? You've been here a whole ten minutes,” Chasity joked as she walked into the room and flopped on the mattress.

“Leeds” is the nickname she gave me when I first met her in the third grade. Chasity has always been like a sister to me, and I finally took her up on the offer to move in with her…again. This is our second attempt at living as roommates.

Our first attempt was right after college, which failed miserably because neither of us had stable income. We shared a dorm room together at Syracuse where she earned a degree in criminal justice while I earned a degree in business administration. I started as a chemistry major but quickly found that the level of concentration it required was just not in me. Business Administration was…safe and a good fit for me. Chasity has had this place for a number of years now, and both of us have good jobs.

Chasity jumped off the mattress, took the box out of my arms, set it on the dresser behind me and hugged me.

“Come on, let's get you all set up and unpacked. When we’ve finished, I want to show you what Wade bought for me.”

I followed her lead, and we chatted about Wade the entire time we unpacked. Wade and Chasity have a special relationship; a D/s relationship, that I admired greatly. Their relationship seems so intense and fulfilling to me, and I think it'll be fascinating to be in the same house with them. I'm interested to see how these relationships function in everyday life.

After my room had started to feel more like me, Chasity led me down the hall to her and Wade’s room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I watched her go into her walk-in closet. She emerged with what I at first thought was a collar, but she was already collared. She sat down next to me and held it up to show me. Though I'm not oblivious to this lifestyle, I wasn't sure what I was looking at.

She held it out to me, and I took it, turning it over to examine. It was an adjustable leather strap that had a smooth metal “O” ring where the two leather ends met, and on one side of the “O” were a few tiny metal prongs.

“It’s a spider gag,” Chasity said as she pulled it from my hands. “See, these are the little legs.” Chasity pointed to the metal “legs” that was on one side of the “O.”

Chasity demonstrated the use of the device as she placed it around her head so that the spider legs inserted in her mouth, and the “O” forced her lips to open wider. I laughed out loud and felt the heat in my cheeks flare. She took the device off and said it was to hold her open while Wade fucks her mouth.

“Yeah, I figured that much after you got it on,” I said, which got me thinking.

Chasity and Wade were members of a very private BDSM club, and I've heard about her evenings at the club for many years now. She somehow had been invited by one of her other friends to a guest night at the club. Wade was already a member and began pursuing Chasity. She’s always been into darker things and ran with the bad boys in college, so when she told me she was into kinky things, I wasn't the least bit surprised.

Seven, the club that they were members of, had a particular set of rules. Chasity has only told me about a few of them, and they seemed pretty strict. The only way a female could become a member was if she was chosen to be an initiate. And from what Chasity said, the initiation processes was tedious.

“Speaking of your kinky world, when are you taking me to that club?” I asked her.

“Funny you should ask! My seasonal guest pass just became available at the beginning of the month, which means I can finally take you. Hell, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to take you there, but until this month, I hadn’t earned a pass to bring someone.”

“I've wanted to go. And now that I’m away from my folks, I think it’ll be better timing. You know how they are. I didn't want the inquisition the second I walked in the door.”

Chasity stared at me for a few moments, and I ended up looking away to avoid a conversation that I didn't want to get into. When I looked away, she flung her arm around my shoulder and pulled me into a sideways hug.

“They just care about you, Leeds.”

I nodded but refused to make eye contact. Talking about my parents and why they were so over protective, wasn't on my list of things that I wanted to talk about today…or ever.

Chasity could read me like a book and knew that she had put a damper on my day. She stood up and clapped her hands together.

“Let's go tonight! Wade and I were going to take you out to dinner this evening, but let's go to Seven instead.”

“Really?” I asked.

The excitement in my voice made me sound like an eager child the night before Christmas. Going to this underground club was something I have hoped to do for a while now. I've visited a few dungeons in the area, and they've been okay and have made me curious about different aspects of play. But I've only encountered Service Tops, and I knew enough about myself to know that I need a little more than just a scene. I wanted a play partner. Someone I could build a trusting relationship with. One that wasn't built on bullshit or only lasted the duration of a play scene.

“Come on, let's go raid your closet and find something for you to wear tonight.”

Abandoning the spider gag, Chasity pulled me off the bed and led me back down the hall to my room. We began putting my outfit together while I was full of questions.

“How many members are there? Does the Seven usually have a lot of people there on any given night?”

“Hell, I don't know how many members there are, but there aren't a ton.” Her voice trailed off, mumbling about my skirt for the night as she held it up to a few different tops before returning to our conversation about Club Seven. “More of the seasoned members typically only pop in on the weekends though.”

We settled on my outfit and decided on a time to depart. While I was in my room organizing some things, I heard Wade come home. Soon he appeared in my doorway and stretched his arms above to hang on the door frame.

“Hey, Leeds. We’re glad you're here, sweetheart.”

“Hi, and thank you,” I said and waved at him.

“You must be all settled, Chasity said we’re taking you to Seven tonight.”

“Yes! I'm looking forward to it. I could use a little candy for my eyes.”

Wade looked at me for a few moments and then leaned on the doorframe.

“Seven is very different from the dungeons you've romped around in. It's a much darker crowd, Leeds. Are you sure…”

I cut him off, despite his frown.

“I can handle the dark just fine, thank you.”

I eyed the night light on the nightstand that I brought with me but hadn't plugged it in yet. Wade crossed the threshold to my room and walked over to me. He bent down and kissed the top of my head before he placed his hand on the back of my head.

“I just want you prepared for what you might see tonight, sweetheart.”

I nodded and thanked him for his concern. Ever since I met Wade, he's been nothing but incredibly kind to me. Though I've never asked Chasity exactly what she's told Wade about me, I have a feeling she's told him everything. There has always been that protective, big brother feel that seems to radiate off him toward me. And that was all right by me. I have always wanted a big brother. Things might have turned out differently if I had had one.

Wade announced we’d leave in about an hour and I continued to work on putting clothes into a drawer. I just finished organizing my party drawer when I hear a loud noise. It was an unmistakable sound of a paddle making contact with flesh. I turned my head toward the wall that my bed was up against. Chasity and Wade’s room was right on the other side of it.

After hearing the rhythm of the paddle hitting flesh, followed by Chasity’s moans, I moved to my bed to listen. Hearing her get what I assume was her ass paddled, instantly turned me on. I kept staring at the same spot on the wall, hoping they'd continue. As Chasity’s moans got louder, I ran my hand over my jean clad pussy.

Shit. I could tell I was swollen and wet as I pressed my hand against the crotch of my jeans. Sounds of the paddle making contact with her skin grew closer together. Wade was paddling her with fewer pauses between strikes. It was turning me on, and in the worst way, I wanted to rub myself.

I fought the urge for a while but finally leaned back against my pillow, unbuttoned my jeans and kicked them off. I let my hand trace the top band of my panties, and soon I found myself tracing my pussy lips through the damp fabric.

Closing my eyes, I got lost in the sounds taking place on the other side of my wall. I grabbed the pillow next to me and shoved it between my legs. I humped that pillow while I imagined getting paddled like Chasity. Unsatisfied with the pillow, I kicked it away and let my hand dive into my panties.

Fuck! I was so swollen and ached. My fingers teased and toyed with my clit as the paddling raged on behind me. Plunging two fingers of my left hand into my pussy, the middle finger of my right hand went to work roughly on my clit. God, it felt so good as I rubbed on my engorged nub and shoved my fingers in all the way to my knuckle. My mind soared with images of being paddled, and finally, I hit the cliff.

“Yes!” I whispered to myself as the implosion within began.

I pinched my clit as I felt my pussy grip my soaked fingers for all it was worth. I rode that incredible wave until I crashed. I lay limp on the bed, fingers still lodged inside my pussy, and the finger that had been on my clit started to dry. My chest heaved from the increase of my heartbeat, and I took a few minutes to calm.

As I pulled my fingers gingerly from my pussy, another familiar feeling was setting in. Disgust with myself.

I glanced at the clock knowing I only had about thirty minutes to get ready and quickly took myself to the bathroom for a quick shower. Eyeing the faucet, I gave myself a moment to think. Fuck it, I thought and turned the water to a warmer than usual setting, then waited.

I was disgusted at myself for having just gotten off while listening to my best friend get her ass paddled. My fingers wilted from my loss of control. I felt guilty and disgusted with myself. Steeling myself, I reached into the shower and felt the water.

“Shit,” I said and quickly pulled my hand back. It was hot. Too hot. I turned the faucet just a bit to take the edge off.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the hot spray. I swore to myself as I let the hot water do its work and punish me. Mindful of the temperature, I washed quickly. While I didn't let the water beat down on one location too long, I made sure my thighs and ass took the brunt of the hot water. Damn…enough.

I stood naked in front of the mirror and looked at the red, blotchy patches of skin on my thighs. Feeling refreshed, I began quickly getting ready for Club Seven. As I pulled up my black stockings, I couldn't help but smile as the cool sheer fabric soothed the irritated skin on my thighs.

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