Julia ran out on Tay five
years ago, so she can't be the woman he sees on the bus. However, when she ends
up being the one taking notes at his meeting, he knows he will move heaven and
earth to make her his once more.
Will she agree, or will she
run again?
Be Warned: BDSM, public
exhibition, spanking
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Once inside the room, which as far as Julia
could see, was empty except for a bed, Mister T gripped her by the chin.
"What is the first thing you thought when you came inside?"
Julia
answered him without thinking about it. "Is that all?"
His shout of laughter rumbled through her, and
his hand on her hair sent zaps of hot hard arousal to her clit and pussy.
"Well we can't have that, can we? A
disappointed sub. Now I wonder what we should do?"
Going on
instinct, Julia knelt awkwardly in front of him—she'd done her research on
line—put her hands behind her and bent her head.
"Please,
sir." To her annoyance her voice shook and she cleared her throat. "I
want to learn."
"What, pet? What do you want to
learn?"
Julia swallowed. "Whatever you wish to
show me, sir." Then she remembered one of the books she'd read.
"Within my safe words."
He'd laughed. "Clever, pet. What are they
and what do they mean?"
"Red, stop now. We may discuss why I'm
calling red but until we do its non-negotiable. Yellow, I'm not sure about
what's happening, and maybe we need to discuss it further. And green, oh yes,
I'm very happy let's carry on."
He crouched in front of her and kissed her
nose. "That seems to cover it. Well sub, I'm considered to be best at wax
play. Are you willing to let me show you the beauty therein?"
Those words spoken in his velvet voice made her
ream coat her pussy and thighs and the hairs on her arms stand up.
"Yes, Sir. Please, Sir." The
salutation seemed so easy to say, and so normal to her, that it rolled of her
tongue automatically.
What followed became the most special and mind
blowing time of her life. It was all well and good saying no sex, but it had
been sexual in its own way.
Tay showed her with both diagrams and pictures
what would happen. Then asked her to sign yet more disclaimers, before telling
her to shower to remove all lotions and perfumes.
When she'd exited the shower, a tall smiling
woman waited for her. Julia blushed. She might not be ashamed of her hourglass
figure, but she wasn't used to flaunting it.
"Master T said would you put this on,
please? He reckoned you'd not be happy dressed just in a thong as he'd
prefer." She'd passed a bikini to Julia who looked at it doubtfully. It
was so tiny, Julia reckoned she'd be lucky to get her nipple covered by the
top, it looked to be an AA cup and she was a DD. The bottom wasn't much better,
but at least it covered her bush.
The other woman, "Call me Callie,"
giggled as Julia blushed. The way Callie’s face crinkled up, made her look much
more approachable and ten years younger. Julia realized she was around the same
age as herself.
"Master T?" Julia asked as she
struggled to dress in the bikini without dropping the towel. "Does he ever
go mask-less?"
Callie
shook her head. "Nope, but he's so good no one worries. Look, honey, it's
obviously you're like a newborn babe here. Believe me, no one will bother about
your body, except to see the marks of your Sir or Master on it. For hygiene's
sake, if you carry on you'll shave or wax your pussy, it's preferred, and
you'll get used to being mainly unclothed. It's no biggie. Right, you're
playing in private, but I'm dungeon master for you. Master T thought you'd be
happier with a woman around."
The following hour had been eye opening,
enlightening, and mind blowing.
"I'm tying you down, pet, for your own
safety," Tay told her. "Color?"
"Green, Sir." Okay she didn't know
how she felt about not having the chance to move, but then she trusted him to
know best. Behind him, Callie leaned against the wall ever watchful. So she did
have a get out of jail card.
Once the first drop of wax hit her chest, the
intense sting was followed by a flush of arousal so strong Julia almost came
there and then. At the stern, "do not come until I say so", she bit
her lip, regulating her breathing instead. She flew. Nothing existed except each
soft drop of wax, his quiet praise, and the way she was detached and watching
herself flush and blossom.
He tapped her mound gently and spoke in his sex
on legs voice. "Fly, pet. Come for me now, Silver, show me how you let
go."
Raven Bio
Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband
and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful
scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the
occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge
of Scotland—the midge.
Her very understanding, and long-suffering DH,
is used to his questions unanswered, the dust bunnies greeting him as he walks
through the door, and rescuing burned offerings from the Aga. (And passing her
a glass of wine as she types furiously.)
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