This is just a quick little story by me. I wanted to explore some BDSM stuff as I am about to start a much longer series that will involve these dark, decadent themes.
I wasn’t quite sure what to make of the situation, or the woman. She came to me online, and told me she had enjoyed a particular story that she had read by me. We eventually got to talking and, of course, talk turned to sex.
For those of you that do not know, when I am given free reign with a woman I am very dominant. I’ve had some experience with BDSM and the like, but those are stories for another day. Her name was Bridey, and she was, as it turned out, submissive and willing to do anything that I wanted. It started as playful flirting. She teased and requested that I write a story about her. I told her that I could do her one better, and I gave her an address. I’ll just kill the suspense now and tell you that it was the address to a dungeon in the city. I told her the same thing when she asked. I must have been feeling more forward than usual, the action wasn’t like me. I didn’t regret it.
She was reluctant, but she eventually agreed. I knew that she would be signing herself over to me for the night and I didn’t want to disappoint. I had set the date for next week, so all there was to do now was wait. We kept in touch a little bit, we were both excited about the prospect, and both of us were more excited than we were letting on. I grinned as I read her e-mails to me. She seemed very eager, I found that appealing in a woman.
The week finally came to a close, and the night of Brits big debut was finally here. I didn’t need to pack much, except for my suit. I figured I’d try and look a little nice for her today. I had instructed her on how to dress, hopefully she didn’t ignore me. I was silent as I drove down the winding roads from my rural home and into the rigid, geometric roads of the city. I didn’t even put any music on. My heart was beating faster than usual and my blood was roa... Læs hele novellen
