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Authors: Deanndra Hall
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with a guy I don’t even know, having sex and doing god only knows what else. That sounds like . . . fun. At least it could be.
Chapter 4
I t’s the night of the event. For the first time ever, I go out into the big room naked from the waist up. At first I feel kind of shaky and conspicuous, but then I notice that no one is just standing around open-mouthed staring at me, so it’s okay.
There are Doms and subs everywhere . The place is elbow to elbow. There must be three hundred people here, and I wonder what the fire marshal would say if he could see this. Some are guys I haven’t noticed around here before, but they’re bound to be members or they wouldn’t be allowed in. Most of them are regulars, though, and that makes me feel a little better. There are some lady Dommes too. Dave calls out for everyone to put their cards in the bins so the sorting can begin, Doms in one, subs in the other. There are different sets of bins depending on what members are looking for. There are Doms who want a male sub, lady Dommes who want a lady sub, male subs who want a lady Domme, all kinds of combinations.
The drawing begins. One particularly nasty-looking Dom gets a beautiful young sub. She looks like she’s scared to death. Then Arlo, who’s a total goofball, gets one of the older women as his sub; I don’t know how she’ll stand him for two weeks.
The most interesting one is a sub named Vance. He showed up at the club in pigtails, a big cowboy hat, snip-toe cowboy boots, leather chaps, and a pair of black bikini briefs that read “Here’s The Beef” in yellow letters across the ass. He’s eyeing a Domme who’s about six two and weighs probably three hundred pounds. She’s wearing a skin-tight leather bodysuit, thigh-high leather stiletto-heeled boots, a wide leather belt with a huge silver buckle, and a ponytail on top of her head wrapped with silver chain. And she’s carrying a bullwhip woven in black and purple leather. When she looks his way, he dances from foot to foot like he’s the most excited guy in the whole world.
About halfway through, it happens: “Patricia Stinson.” So nervous I can barely stand, I make my way to the stage. Once I’m there, Dave draws out the Dom card and I want to crawl under a chair.
“Clint Winstead.”
I halfway expect him to come to the stage, say he won’t take me because he hates me, and then stomp away. What the hell will I do if that happens? I see him making his way through the crowd and he finally reaches the stage. I look over at him, terrified; he doesn’t smile.
“Master Clint Winstead, do you accept the pairing?” I’m pretty sure I’m about to break out in hives.
“Yes, Dungeon Master, I accept the pairing.”
For a split second I thought I’d misunderstood. I look over at Clint, who growls at me, “Sub, eyes averted.” Shit. He’s getting started right now. I thought I’d be happy if he accepted me for pairing, even daydreamed about it a little, but now I’m not so sure this is a good idea. Two weeks with a guy who can’t stand me is going to be brutal. Why would he say yes?
He motions me down off the stage and I follow him at a respectful distance as I’ve been taught. When we get to the back hallway he turns and says, “Get your things so we can go and get started.” I don’t say a word, just walk into the locker room, get my stuff, and head back out. He’s waiting for me in the hallway, and I follow him out of the building. No one pays any attention to us; they’re waiting for the rest of the pairings to be announced.
When we reach his car, he surprises me – he opens the door for me in a very chivalrous manner and takes my arm to help me in. I realize that, even though he doesn’t seem to like me, he’s always been polite to me. That makes me feel a little better.
“Have you eaten?” he asks once he’s in.
“No.” He shoots me a look. “Oh, sorry. Sir.” I give him a little smile but he doesn’t smile back. “I
Chapter 4
I t’s the night of the event. For the first time ever, I go out into the big room naked from the waist up. At first I feel kind of shaky and conspicuous, but then I notice that no one is just standing around open-mouthed staring at me, so it’s okay.
There are Doms and subs everywhere . The place is elbow to elbow. There must be three hundred people here, and I wonder what the fire marshal would say if he could see this. Some are guys I haven’t noticed around here before, but they’re bound to be members or they wouldn’t be allowed in. Most of them are regulars, though, and that makes me feel a little better. There are some lady Dommes too. Dave calls out for everyone to put their cards in the bins so the sorting can begin, Doms in one, subs in the other. There are different sets of bins depending on what members are looking for. There are Doms who want a male sub, lady Dommes who want a lady sub, male subs who want a lady Domme, all kinds of combinations.
The drawing begins. One particularly nasty-looking Dom gets a beautiful young sub. She looks like she’s scared to death. Then Arlo, who’s a total goofball, gets one of the older women as his sub; I don’t know how she’ll stand him for two weeks.
The most interesting one is a sub named Vance. He showed up at the club in pigtails, a big cowboy hat, snip-toe cowboy boots, leather chaps, and a pair of black bikini briefs that read “Here’s The Beef” in yellow letters across the ass. He’s eyeing a Domme who’s about six two and weighs probably three hundred pounds. She’s wearing a skin-tight leather bodysuit, thigh-high leather stiletto-heeled boots, a wide leather belt with a huge silver buckle, and a ponytail on top of her head wrapped with silver chain. And she’s carrying a bullwhip woven in black and purple leather. When she looks his way, he dances from foot to foot like he’s the most excited guy in the whole world.
About halfway through, it happens: “Patricia Stinson.” So nervous I can barely stand, I make my way to the stage. Once I’m there, Dave draws out the Dom card and I want to crawl under a chair.
“Clint Winstead.”
I halfway expect him to come to the stage, say he won’t take me because he hates me, and then stomp away. What the hell will I do if that happens? I see him making his way through the crowd and he finally reaches the stage. I look over at him, terrified; he doesn’t smile.
“Master Clint Winstead, do you accept the pairing?” I’m pretty sure I’m about to break out in hives.
“Yes, Dungeon Master, I accept the pairing.”
For a split second I thought I’d misunderstood. I look over at Clint, who growls at me, “Sub, eyes averted.” Shit. He’s getting started right now. I thought I’d be happy if he accepted me for pairing, even daydreamed about it a little, but now I’m not so sure this is a good idea. Two weeks with a guy who can’t stand me is going to be brutal. Why would he say yes?
He motions me down off the stage and I follow him at a respectful distance as I’ve been taught. When we get to the back hallway he turns and says, “Get your things so we can go and get started.” I don’t say a word, just walk into the locker room, get my stuff, and head back out. He’s waiting for me in the hallway, and I follow him out of the building. No one pays any attention to us; they’re waiting for the rest of the pairings to be announced.
When we reach his car, he surprises me – he opens the door for me in a very chivalrous manner and takes my arm to help me in. I realize that, even though he doesn’t seem to like me, he’s always been polite to me. That makes me feel a little better.
“Have you eaten?” he asks once he’s in.
“No.” He shoots me a look. “Oh, sorry. Sir.” I give him a little smile but he doesn’t smile back. “I
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