them how to hold paddles and give the
basics on rules and structure, and shit like that?”
“Yup.”
“And
they’ll pay us that much? For real?”
“For
real.”
He
paused. “What does Celia say?”
“Haven’t
talked to her yet. You want to call her?”
Maverick
nodded. “Yeah, I’ll give her a buzz. Gotta go check on Marianna and Mom, and
I’ll text you later.”
“All
right, man. Night.” Click.
Maverick
frowned at the phone. Really, what were the risks? CTB was known for discretion
and close monitoring of their clients. They had a good reputation with those in
the scene, and they were only asking for a once-a-week commitment. After the
brainstorming session over beers earlier, they had enough raw material to go for weeks. Plus, the more
well known he became, the better his chances were of finding a submissive who
met his needs .
And
his needs were high. He wanted a girl who was capable, strong, and intelligent.
It would be nice if she were gorgeous, and
put-together, and willing to bend to accommodate his high need for control. He
didn’t want play or part time, but full time, and what most would consider
hardcore. He’d been with a few girls who called themselves submissives, but had
begun to question whether he would ever find a girl who was looking for real domming. Like the girls who’d come to demo for the camera earlier, most of
the girls he met were in it for the kink, but not interested in truly
relinquishing control. He held his phone in his hand while he trotted upstairs.
Quietly pushing the kitchen door open, he entered the kitchen.
The
large popcorn bowl still sat on the counter. Rinsing it, he nestled it into the
dishwasher. He snagged the two drinking cups and placed them in as well. The
dishwasher was almost full, so he opened the cabinet and took out the
detergent, filled the tray, then closed the dishwasher. He set it on automatic
as he went to go check in the living room.
The
windows were still wide open, so he shut and locked them, and flipped the
deadbolt on the front door. Taking his phone out of his pocket, he sent a quick
text to Celia.
Babe,
you still up?
He
shoved his phone in his pocket as he went upstairs to check on his mom and
Marianna. Marianna’s door was shut tight, so he quietly opened it and peeked
in. It was dark, though she still had her nightlight on. He could hear her soft
sniffly snores as he closed the door.
His
mom always left her door open in case Marianna needed something in the middle
of the night. She, too, was fast asleep. Maverick felt the phone in his pocket
buzz, as he made his way back downstairs.
Yeah, mon. Whassup?
He
smirked.
Got
a call from Rodney. You got a minute to talk on the phone? He texted.
Her
response came back right away. Well, was just getting busy with a threesome,
but I’ll put it on hold for you and send these guys home.
He
growled at the phone. Celia!
Naughty
girl. You do that, and call me when the coast is clear.
He
knew she was joking. It wouldn’t have been unheard of that she’d taken a guy
back to her place, but still, she was a one-at-a-time kind of girl.
Why
did the thought of her with anyone make his fists clench? She wasn’t his. They weren’t a thing . Maybe it was
because she hadn’t found the right guy, and when she did... When she found
someone who could take care of her, but keep her in line the way she needed...
Maybe then he’d be okay with it. Yeah. It was just because she’d been hooked up
with losers that made him want to punch a wall.
And
before he could tap it down, the image of Celia, jean-clad and face down on his
lap, came into his mind. The paddle in his hand, her squirming, and the soft
yelps she made as he spanked her. He felt himself growing hard again at the
mere thought. What had he been thinking?
He
needed a spanking session. She needed a spanking.
And
she’d been fine the rest of the evening. But really, was she? He couldn’t get
the image out of his mind, and the more he
basics on rules and structure, and shit like that?”
“Yup.”
“And
they’ll pay us that much? For real?”
“For
real.”
He
paused. “What does Celia say?”
“Haven’t
talked to her yet. You want to call her?”
Maverick
nodded. “Yeah, I’ll give her a buzz. Gotta go check on Marianna and Mom, and
I’ll text you later.”
“All
right, man. Night.” Click.
Maverick
frowned at the phone. Really, what were the risks? CTB was known for discretion
and close monitoring of their clients. They had a good reputation with those in
the scene, and they were only asking for a once-a-week commitment. After the
brainstorming session over beers earlier, they had enough raw material to go for weeks. Plus, the more
well known he became, the better his chances were of finding a submissive who
met his needs .
And
his needs were high. He wanted a girl who was capable, strong, and intelligent.
It would be nice if she were gorgeous, and
put-together, and willing to bend to accommodate his high need for control. He
didn’t want play or part time, but full time, and what most would consider
hardcore. He’d been with a few girls who called themselves submissives, but had
begun to question whether he would ever find a girl who was looking for real domming. Like the girls who’d come to demo for the camera earlier, most of
the girls he met were in it for the kink, but not interested in truly
relinquishing control. He held his phone in his hand while he trotted upstairs.
Quietly pushing the kitchen door open, he entered the kitchen.
The
large popcorn bowl still sat on the counter. Rinsing it, he nestled it into the
dishwasher. He snagged the two drinking cups and placed them in as well. The
dishwasher was almost full, so he opened the cabinet and took out the
detergent, filled the tray, then closed the dishwasher. He set it on automatic
as he went to go check in the living room.
The
windows were still wide open, so he shut and locked them, and flipped the
deadbolt on the front door. Taking his phone out of his pocket, he sent a quick
text to Celia.
Babe,
you still up?
He
shoved his phone in his pocket as he went upstairs to check on his mom and
Marianna. Marianna’s door was shut tight, so he quietly opened it and peeked
in. It was dark, though she still had her nightlight on. He could hear her soft
sniffly snores as he closed the door.
His
mom always left her door open in case Marianna needed something in the middle
of the night. She, too, was fast asleep. Maverick felt the phone in his pocket
buzz, as he made his way back downstairs.
Yeah, mon. Whassup?
He
smirked.
Got
a call from Rodney. You got a minute to talk on the phone? He texted.
Her
response came back right away. Well, was just getting busy with a threesome,
but I’ll put it on hold for you and send these guys home.
He
growled at the phone. Celia!
Naughty
girl. You do that, and call me when the coast is clear.
He
knew she was joking. It wouldn’t have been unheard of that she’d taken a guy
back to her place, but still, she was a one-at-a-time kind of girl.
Why
did the thought of her with anyone make his fists clench? She wasn’t his. They weren’t a thing . Maybe it was
because she hadn’t found the right guy, and when she did... When she found
someone who could take care of her, but keep her in line the way she needed...
Maybe then he’d be okay with it. Yeah. It was just because she’d been hooked up
with losers that made him want to punch a wall.
And
before he could tap it down, the image of Celia, jean-clad and face down on his
lap, came into his mind. The paddle in his hand, her squirming, and the soft
yelps she made as he spanked her. He felt himself growing hard again at the
mere thought. What had he been thinking?
He
needed a spanking session. She needed a spanking.
And
she’d been fine the rest of the evening. But really, was she? He couldn’t get
the image out of his mind, and the more he
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