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happens next?” Molly wanted to get to more fun and games, to show these men that she knew her own mind and her own tastes. She may have only just, as Richard said, sipped at the lifestyle so far. But they really didn’t know her, didn’t understand her. Yet.
Marcus Jones loaned her books that were very explicit and covered a wide spectrum of activities and practices of people who subscribed to BDSM. She’d never read anything before like what he’d given her, but the moment she opened that first book, she recognized herself and was hooked.
“Some people only play at being Dominant/submissive,” Alan said. “To them it’s fun and sexy. And while I find it sexy and arousing, it’s more. For me it’s necessary . Richard and I are a family, and he is the undisputed head of that family. What he says goes. I own my own business, am out and about all day. I make decisions professionally. Hell, I hire and fire people. But I couldn’t do any of that, couldn’t function, if I didn’t have Richard here, being my lover, my leader, my master.”
“For me, it’s not a need to be the boss or in control, in the same way that Alan needs me there,” Richard said. “For me it’s pure pleasure. I enjoy being the one to steer the ship, solve the problems, make the decisions. That’s out of bed. In it, I’m a satyr. I love sex.
Period. I love being a master. It gets me hard. Spanking you yesterday really turned me on, and I’m looking forward to doing it again. Very soon. So what happens next is that you have to give me back my shirt.
Right now.”
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Molly couldn’t believe that just that one command made her wet.
She’d finished eating, and had been enjoying after-meal conversation—regardless that it had been of the most prurient kind.
Then Richard gave her a single order, and she was aroused.
She stripped the shirt off and gave it to him.
“We have a play room set up. Most people who indulge in this lifestyle do. We didn’t take you there last night because I wanted to let you get a good night’s sleep. But we’ll go there now.”
* * * *
“Did you say play room or torture chamber?” she asked.
Richard laughed. Molly guessed he knew she was joking. He extended his hand in invitation to explore and she did, walking around the room, just looking at all the toys and devices.
She recognized the St. Andrew’s cross. She’d seen one in one of the books Marcus gave her, and she saw a few when she’d conducted her own research online. About two feet out from one corner, a set of chains hung suspended from the ceiling with wrist shackles on the ends. When she looked down on the floor beneath them, she could see the corresponding ankle cuffs.
In another corner stood a cage, only about three feet long and three foot wide, and about as tall as Richard. The final corner held a table with a wheel-like cylinder at one end with a crank attached.
Again, she could see where wrists and ankles could be captured. To say the medieval-looking device got her horny would be stretching it.
But it certainly got her attention.
A pegboard sported several paddles in different sizes and shapes.
Two flails hung side by side. She reached out to touch the strands.
One was made of velvet and the other leather. The items that hung next to them she didn’t expect to see, considering this was the playroom of two men.
“Nipple clamps?” She knew surprise laced her words.
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“Don’t be sexist,” Alan said. “I have nipples too, you know.”
“I guess I was being sexist in my thinking.” Molly grinned because the image of Alan wearing nipple clamps, and nothing else, stirred her juices. “I guess I’ve always just associated nipple clamps with women.”
“Sometimes Richard puts them on me before he leaves for work and I wear them for hours. It’s like he’s right there with me the whole time I have them on.”
“Mmm.” The image of experiencing that boosted Molly’s
Marcus Jones loaned her books that were very explicit and covered a wide spectrum of activities and practices of people who subscribed to BDSM. She’d never read anything before like what he’d given her, but the moment she opened that first book, she recognized herself and was hooked.
“Some people only play at being Dominant/submissive,” Alan said. “To them it’s fun and sexy. And while I find it sexy and arousing, it’s more. For me it’s necessary . Richard and I are a family, and he is the undisputed head of that family. What he says goes. I own my own business, am out and about all day. I make decisions professionally. Hell, I hire and fire people. But I couldn’t do any of that, couldn’t function, if I didn’t have Richard here, being my lover, my leader, my master.”
“For me, it’s not a need to be the boss or in control, in the same way that Alan needs me there,” Richard said. “For me it’s pure pleasure. I enjoy being the one to steer the ship, solve the problems, make the decisions. That’s out of bed. In it, I’m a satyr. I love sex.
Period. I love being a master. It gets me hard. Spanking you yesterday really turned me on, and I’m looking forward to doing it again. Very soon. So what happens next is that you have to give me back my shirt.
Right now.”
Brazen Seduction
61
Molly couldn’t believe that just that one command made her wet.
She’d finished eating, and had been enjoying after-meal conversation—regardless that it had been of the most prurient kind.
Then Richard gave her a single order, and she was aroused.
She stripped the shirt off and gave it to him.
“We have a play room set up. Most people who indulge in this lifestyle do. We didn’t take you there last night because I wanted to let you get a good night’s sleep. But we’ll go there now.”
* * * *
“Did you say play room or torture chamber?” she asked.
Richard laughed. Molly guessed he knew she was joking. He extended his hand in invitation to explore and she did, walking around the room, just looking at all the toys and devices.
She recognized the St. Andrew’s cross. She’d seen one in one of the books Marcus gave her, and she saw a few when she’d conducted her own research online. About two feet out from one corner, a set of chains hung suspended from the ceiling with wrist shackles on the ends. When she looked down on the floor beneath them, she could see the corresponding ankle cuffs.
In another corner stood a cage, only about three feet long and three foot wide, and about as tall as Richard. The final corner held a table with a wheel-like cylinder at one end with a crank attached.
Again, she could see where wrists and ankles could be captured. To say the medieval-looking device got her horny would be stretching it.
But it certainly got her attention.
A pegboard sported several paddles in different sizes and shapes.
Two flails hung side by side. She reached out to touch the strands.
One was made of velvet and the other leather. The items that hung next to them she didn’t expect to see, considering this was the playroom of two men.
“Nipple clamps?” She knew surprise laced her words.
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“Don’t be sexist,” Alan said. “I have nipples too, you know.”
“I guess I was being sexist in my thinking.” Molly grinned because the image of Alan wearing nipple clamps, and nothing else, stirred her juices. “I guess I’ve always just associated nipple clamps with women.”
“Sometimes Richard puts them on me before he leaves for work and I wear them for hours. It’s like he’s right there with me the whole time I have them on.”
“Mmm.” The image of experiencing that boosted Molly’s
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