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With ease, the Uber driver got through the maze that was Mr. BDSM’s apartment complex. Good thing it was modern and built on level ground, not like the roller coaster that was Sally’s neighborhood, with steep hills galore, broken down streets, and old Victorian houses.
Since she didn’t know how long their first meeting would last, Sally would not keep the driver waiting while she “conducted business”. She would simply summon the same driver to return and take her home when the rendezvous was over.
As usual, she was dressed in drab, worn out clothes. For this encounter, as for any other, she had gathered her hair up in a ponytail, and put on her thick coke bottle glasses. The only thing remotely feminine about Sally at that moment was the fruit-smelling scent of her body wash.
Boring clothes not withstanding, Sally was hopeful this would be the beginning of a long lasting relationship with a new lover. Convinced that God had meant for Mr. BDSM to come into her life, to help fulfill her destiny of simplicity and humility, Sally put all her hopes into this first meeting.
When Thomas opened the door, Sally pleasantly remarked he was better looking than in his pic. He looked thinner, his blue eyes shone vividly, and his smile made him look rather handsome.
The photo he had initially emailed her was taken a few feet away, purposely allowing her to see his entire face and body. In that pic, he wore no expression. He looked as if he were taking a mug shot.
Now, in person, he smiled. But for some reason or other Sally didn’t quite get a warm and fuzzy feeling.
To other females adept at sizing up such things, Thomas’ Sadistic personality screamed trouble. He undoubtedly represented the Alpha Male whose only sexual outlet was BDSM.
But for Sally, he merely represented a new opportunity for her to get dick, and get it regularly.
“Hi there. You made it!” he greeted her enthusiastically at the door.
“Yeah.”
“Please, come in. May I take your coat?” he offered.
“Yes”, she answered, automatically reaching into her purse to grab… wait, there’s no envelope, she reminded herself.
As he put her things in the cloakroom, he said, “Hope you didn’t get lost along the way.”
“No, my Uber driver has been in this area before, since it’s so big and all.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty massive. We even have our own post office and convenient store, not to mention all the swimming pools, tennis courts, and gyms. It’s like a city in itself actually.”
“Yeah”, Sally replied dismissively, not giving a shit what his complex had.
“Can I offer you a drink?” he asked, as he walked her down the long narrow hallway to his living room.
“Yes thank you, a Coke.”
His living room was amply lit.
“One Coke coming up. I have to go to the kitchen for it. Please, sit down and make yourself comfortable. I shall return.”
Sally looked around the spacious living room. The ceiling was high. The room looked like something out of an interior design magazine. Impeccable, as nothing was out of place; no papers strewn about, no clothes thrown over furniture, not so much as a speck of dust.
With the help of mirrors every which way, and marble floors, and shiny console surfaces, Thomas’ living room was nothing short of elegant.
He returned from the kitchen.
“I’m now remembering from your emails that you don’t drink”, he stated, handing her a glass of soda with a coaster underneath.
“Thank you”, she said quietly.
“You’re welcome, Miss”, he replied, and walked over to the built-in wet bar at the other end of the room. He would fix himself something slightly harder than soda pop. As he grabbed some tongs and an old-fashioned tumbler glass to start his scotch on the rocks, he figured he’d ask his guest some questions.
“I’m curious. What happens when you drink, or have you never tried alcohol?”
“I’ve tried it, but I’m allergic”, she indicated.
“Really? Well then, I repeat, what happens when you drink?”
“Bad stuff.”
Since she didn’t care to discuss it, he quickly dropped the subject. Thomas was savvy enough of a conversationalist to avoid a verbal push and pull, knowing very well he’d get answers to his questions, eventually.
Now finished pouring his drink, Thomas came to sit down in an armchair facing Sally.
Taking a closer look at him now, as the dim lighting in the foyer and hallway hadn’t allowed it, Sally observed he was wearing a well-fitting dark blue suit, a tie, and a crisp white shirt. His hair was dark, almost black, and cut very short. She could tell he was a man quite accustomed to properly maintaining himself. She smelled his aftershave.
“So, how are you feeling?” he asked, looking her up and down as inconspicuously as possible. He took a sip of his scotch.
“Good”, she answered, distinctly feeling his eyes scanning her whole body.
He thought to himself, “I’ve got a monosyllabic Sub on my hands. Good. She needn’t be too talkative anyway, except to vocalize her screams and cries when being tortured.”
He asked boldly, “Do you think beşiktaş escort you would feel comfortable enough this evening to inspect my Playroom?”
“Yes.”
She had answered without even having to think about it.
“I’m glad. I get the feeling you’re quite fearless, Sally”, he remarked.
“Yes.”
“Good. Normally, I don’t get a such a decisive “Yes” so soon into the first meeting.”
“I’m not normal. In fact, you could say I’m quite abnormal”, she responded.
“Well, I sort of gathered as much from our emails. I’m sensing you’re rather out of the ordinary, I believe the term is ‘extraordinary’.”
No smile, no nod, no reaction whatsoever from Sally acknowledging Thomas’ comment.
“Well, then shall I be so forward as to ask you another question? One that most would consider forward, at least…”
“Yes, anything”, she encouraged.
“In our correspondence, you asked me more than once if any money would be changing hands between us. Why? Have you been paid before?”
“No, but I’ve paid someone”, she admitted honestly, trying not to sound embarrassed.
Thomas was suddenly all ears, “What did you pay him to do, if I may ask?”
“To let me suck his cock… to give me all his cum.”
His heart was now pounding a mile a minute, “Why would a female need to pay a male for that?”
“Because of his looks.”
“Oh, I see, he was good looking, was he?” Thomas now realized Sally liked pretty boys.
“Yes”, she confirmed, her eyes avoiding his. “It was wrong of me to go to him, I know that now. God was testing me, and I was weak and desperate at the time, so I broke down. I foolishly poured cash down a money hole, forgetting my life lesson… money never brings anything good.”
“That’s your life lesson?”
“Well, sort of. My life lesson is to know the value of being simple… and of being humble”, she explained.
“Oh, I understand.”
He paused a few seconds.
“Another question, Sally… would you be open to undressing in front of me this evening?”
“Yes.”
Thomas’ mouth immediately curled into a sinister smile. In fact, he was grinning like the cat that swallowed the canary. His mind was quickly flooded with visions of Sally completely naked, tied up, blindfolded, and gagged.
“Could I ask you a question, too?” she suddenly spoke up.
“Of course, ask away.”
She leaned forward in her chair and looked straight into his icy blues, “Would I be able to see your cock tonight?”
Slight pause. “Absolutely, Sally, with no question, you will be able to see it tonight.”
As it happened, his cock had started rearing its big head as soon as she uttered her first “Yes” a few minutes earlier.
Entertaining the thought she’d obtain some sustenance in the form of his dick, even at their first meeting, Sally breathed a sigh of relief. She had been craving cock for weeks now.
To Sally’s way of thinking, whatever she had to do to get dick was inconsequential. It was simply a means to an end. Pain, whether physical or mental, didn’t faze her in the least. She had withstood considerable pain throughout her young life, so it didn’t frighten her as it might others.
At that moment, a new idea popped into her head. Sally speculated that, perhaps God’s plan also included her being punished, perhaps for something she’d done in a prior life. Maybe, just maybe, back in a previous incarnation, she was beautiful and charming, but cruel and heartless. And now it was time for the ultimate payback.
Karma’s a bitch.
Thomas’ eyes were now locked on the smooth pale skin of Sally’s neck. He wondered how it would look all scarred and bloody. He also pictured her neck sporting a collar and leash.
“Sally, you look so young for your age. You’re twenty-four, right?”
“Yes.”
He then remarked that she didn’t have a stitch of makeup on. Nor did she wear anything “womanly”, like high heels or a form-fitting dress to reveal her figure. And, as she looked in her pic, Sally was rather small. She also looked fragile. Thomas was anxious to test that fragility.
His mind wandering a bit, he wondered if Sally’s emotional maturity was stunted, like many of his former Subs. Sally’s emails didn’t indicate she was crippled in that way, or anything of the kind, but then again, he never knew for sure. He’d find out soon enough.
“Do you have any other questions for me?”
“No.”
“I see you’ve finished your drink, would you like another one?”
“No.”
At that point, Sally wanted to suggest that they start up some serious carnal activity, but she didn’t want to appear pushy.
Although the old Sally that had grown up in the traditional, well-to-do family had been left behind quite some time ago, the girl still exhibited remnants of the conservative upbringing imposed on her from an early age. As such, she was, more often than not, likely to let the man take the lead.
“Then may I suggest we leave behind this boring scene of a room, and then I can introduce you to my Playroom?”
Asserting himself, Thomas got out istanbul escort of his seat and offered his hand to her.
“Yes”, she responded, taking his hand and rising out of her seat.
It was a dance they would soon do, actually, where the man leads, and the woman lets herself be led.
Sally calmly accompanied Thomas down his darkly lit corridor, down a long flight of stairs, all the way to the end of the hall, and finally to door of his Playroom.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yes”, she replied without hesitation.
He opened the door, and then purposely went quiet. He’d let her drink in what he secretly dubbed, “the room of special purpose”. She was undoubtedly about to witness something she had never seen before.
Sally stepped in and looked around. What first struck her was the strong scent of leather, somewhat raw, which she liked.
The room was softly lit.
It was so big, she marveled. It seemed more like an indoor playground for many kids than just a playroom for two adults; that is, except for the BDSM apparatuses all around.
She remarked that aside from the leather contraptions and other “toys” on the handful of tables, the décor of the room was quite subdued, and not menacing in the least. In fact, the color scheme resembled that of Thomas’ living room, deep blue, was also accompanied by countless mirrors, sleek chrome, and glass glittering everywhere.
Sally took a few more steps in, walking over to the first table in her path. It housed silver balls of various sizes. Most came in pairs, but some were singles. Many of them had strings attached.
Also on the table was an impressive assortment of dildos, some stainless steel, others glass, still others plastic, and a few rubber. She had never seen so many phallic objects in one single display, all in an aesthetically organized array.
To someone who regularly frequented places like Le Sex Shoppe and The Pleasure Palace, this somewhat ostentatious “exhibition” of toys was a familiar sight, but for Sally, it was all new; and admittedly fascinating. She was curious how some of the toys would be used on her.
She looked around some more. Various bottles of lubricants and oils lined a polished glassed shelf nearby. There was also a collection of candles.
Unbeknownst to Sally, the candles would not be utilized to light the surroundings, as the Playroom was well equipped with light dimmers. Rather, the candles would be melted for hot wax.
She walked over to yet another table, which held dark-hued pieces of cloth; they were of different fabrics, notably velvet and silk. Upon closer inspection, Sally realized they were blindfolds, gags, and rope, presumably used for binding.
Looking a bit longer, she realized some of the objects were actually handcuffs, albeit cleverly disguised and covered in dark fabric.
Finally, Sally walked over to the far corner of the vast space which was Thomas’ Playroom. The area was “hidden” from initial view, as it was situated behind one of the room’s thick pillars. Looking up at the walls, she was reminded of pool cues hanging on suspended racks typically seen in billiards halls. What she was looking at, however, weren’t cues, but whips and floggers, widely ranging from the soft and smooth to the rough and spikey.
After a good fifteen minutes of inspecting items up close, Sally walked back over to Thomas, who had been watching her from the entryway. His eyes had been fixed on her the whole time.
“There are so many things here”, she indicated, slightly overwhelmed but at the same time anxious, as if to say, “How will you manage to use all of those devices on me?”
“Yes, I’ve collected a few playthings. You know men and their toys”, he said with a wicked gleam in his eyes. In the back of his mind, he was hoping she would be the latest addition to his collection. “Do any of them inspire your curiosity?”
“Yes.”
“Which, if I may ask?” he probed.
“The whips.”
“The smooth ones or the textured ones?”
“I don’t know, but I’ve been whipped before.”
Thomas was taken aback. “You have?”
“Yes.”
“But you told me I was your very first BDSM.”
“Yes, that’s true, but my ex got really drunk one night and whipped me.”
“Really? The older guy you wrote me about?”
“Yes, him.”
Through their emails, Thomas remembered deducing that the relationship between Sally and her ex was typical of his Subs and their previous suitors- thoroughly messed up. What was the word shrinks used? Dysfunctional.
“How very careless of me. I apparently neglected to inquire more about that particular gentleman through our correspondence.” A huge rush of blood flowed to Thomas’ groin. “I presume the incident left considerable scars.”
“Yes.”
“May I see them?” he requested calmly, although his blood was currently wildly surging through his veins.
“Yes.”
As she replied to his question, Sally’s thoughts reverted back to Damian. She was wondering if Thomas could fathom that love could exist even in the most unlikely couples.
Thomas had to bakırköy escort restrain from violently grabbing Sally’s arm. Instead, he gently reached for her waist. He would guide her to a special spot in the room, “Let’s go over to the sitting area.”
He walked her over and left her standing at a spot in front of an exquisitely upholstered armchair, on which he sat.
“Now”, he calmly directed, “show me your scars.”
Sally turned her back to him and began unbuttoning her blouse. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
Now with the blouse off, and holding it in her hand, she let him stare at her back.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed, and lay back in his chair to hurriedly unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, and fish out his throbbing dick. He fervently began stroking it.
“Shit, those are some amazing scars”, he declared, half closing his eyes in desire; the term, “La Douleur Exquise”, immediately came to mind.
“Now take off the rest of your clothes, but do it SLOWLY”, he commanded.
Without question, Sally complied, knowing well he would see her pussy dripping with her plentiful juices.
“God-damned! You’re fucking wet!” he marveled.
Discovering and soon admiring Sally’s soft white tush, Thomas was struck with a strong urge to slap it, and slap it hard. Plainly said, he wanted to put her on his knee and slap the shit out of her.
“You’ve got a lovely ass, Sally.”
“Thank you”, she responded softly.
When she had slipped everything off, Thomas demanded, “Take off those hideous glasses, and let down your long hair.”
Doing as she was told, Sally took off the glasses and put them on the table next to his armchair. She then unclasped her barrette, letting her dark hair flow down her shoulders and back.
At that instant, Thomas wanted to grab her hair and pull it hard. He was picturing her on her hands and knees, and he would ride her from behind, pretending to pull on the reins of her hair.
“Shift your hair off to one side, so I can delight in those welts.”
Again, she complied, whereupon he began to stroke harder.
But after obeying Thomas’ numerous commands, Sally suddenly piped up, “Could I suck your cock now?”
Initially surprised, but not to the point of shock, he answered, “Why yes, of course you may, my lady.”
Swiftly shedding his pants and briefs, and then taking off his shoes and socks, he graciously acquiesced to her request.
Thomas figured he would now relinquish his alpha-male control, just for a few minutes and lie back so that his Sub could do as she pleased.
Now fully naked from the waist down, he held his hard cock out to her, “Here… go nuts.”
Sally had been licking her chops, slobbering over herself, ever since Thomas took her hand in the living room.
She took a few steps, approaching his armchair. He had now stopped stroking, and she slowly knelt down in front of him. His cock was still pointing up though, and she could see his crotch area was neatly trimmed.
“Finally”, Sally breathed to herself, “a cock to suck, and I didn’t have to pay a dime.”
She licked her lips, preparing her mouth and tongue for a big treat. She then grabbed the base of Thomas’ prick with both hands, suddenly looking up to meet his eyes.
He looked at her expectantly.
Seemingly without warning, she tore into him like a wild animal tearing into its prey. He couldn’t help but shudder, grimace and wince, at the violent manner in which she went at him.
Sally vigorously devoured his prick to such a level, that she gave the impression she had been deprived of basic sustenance for the last few weeks.
Thomas had experienced nothing like her before. To say she was oral seemed to do her sucking skills an injustice. He was quickly finding truth in the sentence he casually uttered a few minutes earlier: Sally was indeed NOT an ordinary girl.
As she was going to town feasting on his delicious prick, Thomas instinctively grabbed a thick lock of her hair and clenched his fist tight.
With her hair securely bunched and twisted up in his hand, he was getting ready to give her a strict command, one a Dom would give his Sub. But her strong tongue and mouth presented his cock with such an unexpectedly overpowering sensation, that he exclaimed instead, “God-damned, Sally!”
She stopped for one second to look up at him again, “You’re gonna give me every drop of your warm cum, aren’t you, Thomas?”
“Fuck yeah, Baby! Take it all!” he managed between heavy breaths, his face half mad.
“Promise?”
“Jesus Christ, Sally!”
***
Climbing back into the same Uber that had brought her to Mr. BDSM’s place earlier that evening, Sally got situated in the back and put on her seat belt. She reached in her purse and fished out her phone. She thought she had heard it beep about an hour earlier, but postponed checking it, what with the activity she was engrossed in at the time with her new lover.
She had received a text message.
“Hi Princess- I know you don’t have any money, so don’t worry, I’m not texting about that. No bullshit this time Sally, I’m missing your beautiful face and body, and my cock’s going crazy for your tongue. I’ve seriously developed an Oedipus Complex from our last get together, because I can’t stop thinking about it. Hope to hear from you soon, Baby. -Sebastian”
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