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appeared to find her.
“So, how about hitting some of the dance clubs tomorrow night?” Emily suggested as she got out of the car.
Elise shook her head. “No thanks, Em. Once a week is my limit. See you.” She hardly waited for Emily to slam the door before she put the car in drive and accelerated away, ignoring the prick of her conscience. She had just lied to Emily. She was pretty sure she was going back to see Ross tomorrow night. Normally not an impulsive person, she felt she had to see how this played out, and he had been refreshingly honest with her. She knew that going to that club was complying and only a small part of the real surrender he would want from her. She wouldn’t think about the rest but take it a step at a time, and at her pace if possible. She felt alive and realized she was experiencing sexual attraction, something she hadn’t felt since her teen years. Her solitary self-pleasuring was infrequent and random, and in response to an inability to sleep, a nameless frustration.
* * * *
Elise checked her look in the mirror one more time before snatching up her keys. She had tossed and turned for the initial part of the previous night before getting up and researching BDSM on the Net. After reading for some time, she accepted it was her choice to make and that she would have the power in the D/s relationship, although it wasn’t the kind of power that would burden her. It felt like a life ring thrown to a drowning man. She had then had slept like a log. She cleaned her apartment and graded papers the next day, and the hours had flown by. It was only after she showered and faced her nonexistent out-on-a-date clothing choices that Elise started to second-guess herself. She finally pulled on a lightweight dress over some pretty panties and stepped into the same sandals from the night before. She clipped her freshly washed hair back, adding a pair of simple hoops to her ears. She swiped a mascara wand over her lashes and used a touch of lip gloss, and she was ready.
Her palms were a bit sweaty and her pussy seemed to thrum whenever she thought about Ross and remembered the pictures and captions from the research she had done. It was kinky and perverted in an arousing way, and she let herself respond with only a modicum of guilt and shame. Real perversions were far more familiar to her and didn’t take place in a club but in what should have been the privacy and safety of her own home.
The club doorman took her name and ushered her inside. He raised an eyebrow slightly, and Elise realized that he had known she’d slipped in with the group the night before. She smiled at him, and he beamed back at her. Elise wondered if she had just made a friend. Too strange. She had a possible boyfriend who just happened to be a Dom, and had made friends with a bouncer at a BDSM club. All extraneous thoughts fled when she saw Ross coming toward her. He was intent on her, focused, and she shivered, her underwear suddenly chafing between her legs. He was huge in his dark shirt and leather pants, and he had a whip tied around his waist. Elise’s stomach hit the floor and she involuntarily backed up.
“Hello, Elise. Having second thoughts?” he nearly purred.
“No, Ross,” she answered. “At least not until I saw your belt.”
Ross laughed and Elise loved the dark, velvety sound.
“Mostly for show, honey,” he said. “Although I am accomplished with it. And you will call me Sir.”
Elise took his outstretched hand and followed him into the same room where they had met the night before, trying to ignore the dark thrill of his command and keep her wits about her. This time the bed was stripped, with the exception of the bottom sheet. The restraints were still evident. Her breathing hastened, her heart began to pump harder, and her pussy began to weep. Ross was nothing but honest, that was clear. He had warned her, and still she had come.
“You look beautiful in that dress, Elise,” he said. “Now
“So, how about hitting some of the dance clubs tomorrow night?” Emily suggested as she got out of the car.
Elise shook her head. “No thanks, Em. Once a week is my limit. See you.” She hardly waited for Emily to slam the door before she put the car in drive and accelerated away, ignoring the prick of her conscience. She had just lied to Emily. She was pretty sure she was going back to see Ross tomorrow night. Normally not an impulsive person, she felt she had to see how this played out, and he had been refreshingly honest with her. She knew that going to that club was complying and only a small part of the real surrender he would want from her. She wouldn’t think about the rest but take it a step at a time, and at her pace if possible. She felt alive and realized she was experiencing sexual attraction, something she hadn’t felt since her teen years. Her solitary self-pleasuring was infrequent and random, and in response to an inability to sleep, a nameless frustration.
* * * *
Elise checked her look in the mirror one more time before snatching up her keys. She had tossed and turned for the initial part of the previous night before getting up and researching BDSM on the Net. After reading for some time, she accepted it was her choice to make and that she would have the power in the D/s relationship, although it wasn’t the kind of power that would burden her. It felt like a life ring thrown to a drowning man. She had then had slept like a log. She cleaned her apartment and graded papers the next day, and the hours had flown by. It was only after she showered and faced her nonexistent out-on-a-date clothing choices that Elise started to second-guess herself. She finally pulled on a lightweight dress over some pretty panties and stepped into the same sandals from the night before. She clipped her freshly washed hair back, adding a pair of simple hoops to her ears. She swiped a mascara wand over her lashes and used a touch of lip gloss, and she was ready.
Her palms were a bit sweaty and her pussy seemed to thrum whenever she thought about Ross and remembered the pictures and captions from the research she had done. It was kinky and perverted in an arousing way, and she let herself respond with only a modicum of guilt and shame. Real perversions were far more familiar to her and didn’t take place in a club but in what should have been the privacy and safety of her own home.
The club doorman took her name and ushered her inside. He raised an eyebrow slightly, and Elise realized that he had known she’d slipped in with the group the night before. She smiled at him, and he beamed back at her. Elise wondered if she had just made a friend. Too strange. She had a possible boyfriend who just happened to be a Dom, and had made friends with a bouncer at a BDSM club. All extraneous thoughts fled when she saw Ross coming toward her. He was intent on her, focused, and she shivered, her underwear suddenly chafing between her legs. He was huge in his dark shirt and leather pants, and he had a whip tied around his waist. Elise’s stomach hit the floor and she involuntarily backed up.
“Hello, Elise. Having second thoughts?” he nearly purred.
“No, Ross,” she answered. “At least not until I saw your belt.”
Ross laughed and Elise loved the dark, velvety sound.
“Mostly for show, honey,” he said. “Although I am accomplished with it. And you will call me Sir.”
Elise took his outstretched hand and followed him into the same room where they had met the night before, trying to ignore the dark thrill of his command and keep her wits about her. This time the bed was stripped, with the exception of the bottom sheet. The restraints were still evident. Her breathing hastened, her heart began to pump harder, and her pussy began to weep. Ross was nothing but honest, that was clear. He had warned her, and still she had come.
“You look beautiful in that dress, Elise,” he said. “Now
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