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think.” Before I can stop myself, I blurt out, “He’s a strange one.”
“Not strange,” Dave says quietly, and almost so low that I can’t hear him, he adds, “He’s just got a lot of hurt.”
“Are you ever going to tell me what that means?” My frustration is mounting.
“Nope.” Dave starts wiping down the bar. “Eventually he’ll have to tell you himself.”
My training is going pretty well, I think. At least Dave says it is. I’ve done all kinds of things I never thought I would do, but I haven’t had sex out in the public areas with anyone yet. I’m not sure I can do that.
The part I liked best was the bondage and restraint. I know that sounds awful, but I find it kind of soothing. It’s like being told, “You will like this or else,” and then being shown that it’s true.
My favorite is the spreader bar. I can’t back out with it, because I can’t get my knees together. I like all of the cuffs and straps and things like that. I don’t like the gags – at all. Dave knows it so he makes me wear one almost every night. I dread that; I’m not a fan of drool and I’m afraid of choking. But so far, so good.
We’ve been working, or playing rather, four nights a week for two months. Dave surprises me tonight. “Baby, I think I need to cut you loose.”
“Huh? What?” I’m not sure what he means.
“You’re ready.” He smiles at me, and I can’t help but think how gorgeous he is. Having sex with him has been, well, quite the adventure in itself. “I think you could handle anything a Dom could throw at you and probably come back for more. So I think you’re graduating from ‘The Uncle Dave School for Wayward Submissives.’ Congratulations!” He sets a cosmo down in front of me, and I grin back at him.
“Are you sure about this?” I don’t feel ready, whatever that means.
“Yep. And it’s a good thing too. There’s an event coming up pretty soon, and I want you to participate if you can. Got any vacation time?”
“Actually, I don’t have a job right now.” Dave looks alarmed. “I quit yesterday. They were working me to death. Don’t worry, though. I had six weeks of vacation time coming to me and I’m bleeding Ron’s bank accounts, so I have some money. I’ll have to get a job pretty soon, but right now, I’m good.” I take another sip. “So what’s this event?”
“It’s the annual ‘try before you buy’ event. Some of the guys laugh and call it ‘The Sub Club.’ It’s actually called ‘The Pairing.’ We pair up Doms and subs and they cohabitate and play together for two weeks. Then, two weeks after everyone has split up, we have a night when Doms can come in and offer to collar subs. We’ve had some really good pairings come out of it.”
“Oh, no, that . . . I-I-I don’t think I could do that,” I stutter. What the hell? With my luck I’d get paired with some axe murderer, but then I remember that Dave is involved, so it should be okay. He won’t let that happen, at least not if he knows. That realization lets my curiosity kick back in. “So exactly what does this entail?”
He laughs. “I knew that curiosity of yours would get the better of you!” I find it more than a little disconcerting that he can almost read my mind. He spends the next forty-five minutes explaining to me how it all works. Then he asks the big question: “Is there a Dom here you think you’d like to be collared by?”
Dozens of faces spin, and then they line up like cherries in a slot machine. Clint. Oh, no – that’s no good. I try again and get Steffen. Now that might work out okay. “Um, maybe Steffen? We’ve played together a few times and I like him well enough. I don’t know enough about him to make that kind of decision, though.”
“That’s the idea of the two weeks. But you might not get Steffen. You need to be open to whomever the pairing puts you with. It’s drawn randomly, so there’s no way of knowing.”
I shudder. Two weeks alone
“Not strange,” Dave says quietly, and almost so low that I can’t hear him, he adds, “He’s just got a lot of hurt.”
“Are you ever going to tell me what that means?” My frustration is mounting.
“Nope.” Dave starts wiping down the bar. “Eventually he’ll have to tell you himself.”
My training is going pretty well, I think. At least Dave says it is. I’ve done all kinds of things I never thought I would do, but I haven’t had sex out in the public areas with anyone yet. I’m not sure I can do that.
The part I liked best was the bondage and restraint. I know that sounds awful, but I find it kind of soothing. It’s like being told, “You will like this or else,” and then being shown that it’s true.
My favorite is the spreader bar. I can’t back out with it, because I can’t get my knees together. I like all of the cuffs and straps and things like that. I don’t like the gags – at all. Dave knows it so he makes me wear one almost every night. I dread that; I’m not a fan of drool and I’m afraid of choking. But so far, so good.
We’ve been working, or playing rather, four nights a week for two months. Dave surprises me tonight. “Baby, I think I need to cut you loose.”
“Huh? What?” I’m not sure what he means.
“You’re ready.” He smiles at me, and I can’t help but think how gorgeous he is. Having sex with him has been, well, quite the adventure in itself. “I think you could handle anything a Dom could throw at you and probably come back for more. So I think you’re graduating from ‘The Uncle Dave School for Wayward Submissives.’ Congratulations!” He sets a cosmo down in front of me, and I grin back at him.
“Are you sure about this?” I don’t feel ready, whatever that means.
“Yep. And it’s a good thing too. There’s an event coming up pretty soon, and I want you to participate if you can. Got any vacation time?”
“Actually, I don’t have a job right now.” Dave looks alarmed. “I quit yesterday. They were working me to death. Don’t worry, though. I had six weeks of vacation time coming to me and I’m bleeding Ron’s bank accounts, so I have some money. I’ll have to get a job pretty soon, but right now, I’m good.” I take another sip. “So what’s this event?”
“It’s the annual ‘try before you buy’ event. Some of the guys laugh and call it ‘The Sub Club.’ It’s actually called ‘The Pairing.’ We pair up Doms and subs and they cohabitate and play together for two weeks. Then, two weeks after everyone has split up, we have a night when Doms can come in and offer to collar subs. We’ve had some really good pairings come out of it.”
“Oh, no, that . . . I-I-I don’t think I could do that,” I stutter. What the hell? With my luck I’d get paired with some axe murderer, but then I remember that Dave is involved, so it should be okay. He won’t let that happen, at least not if he knows. That realization lets my curiosity kick back in. “So exactly what does this entail?”
He laughs. “I knew that curiosity of yours would get the better of you!” I find it more than a little disconcerting that he can almost read my mind. He spends the next forty-five minutes explaining to me how it all works. Then he asks the big question: “Is there a Dom here you think you’d like to be collared by?”
Dozens of faces spin, and then they line up like cherries in a slot machine. Clint. Oh, no – that’s no good. I try again and get Steffen. Now that might work out okay. “Um, maybe Steffen? We’ve played together a few times and I like him well enough. I don’t know enough about him to make that kind of decision, though.”
“That’s the idea of the two weeks. But you might not get Steffen. You need to be open to whomever the pairing puts you with. It’s drawn randomly, so there’s no way of knowing.”
I shudder. Two weeks alone
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