BDSM Talk and “Wine Glass” (a short read)

BDSM appears to be pretty popular these days — some would argue that it has always been a well known brand of kink just recently given the attention it deserves. That may be true, as books such as “Fifty Shades of Grey” are bringing BDSM out of the bedroom and into every day conversation. Who would have thought a few years ago that BDSM would be discussed openly on television? Or that a book with this brand of kink would become the biggest seller of the year?

But once the subject catches your attention, what’s the next step? Well you can certainly read more books that include BDSM in the storyline. The ebook market has allowed writers the freedom to write really good books while fully exploring their character’s sexuality. One great author that I love is Cherise Sinclair. The Masters of the Shadowlands are irresistible! Next I would suggest author Kallypso Masters’ Rescue Me series of books, or the Incognito series by Anna Leigh Keaton and Madison Layle. Last but not least, Sophie Oak’s Texas Sirens series is one of my all time favorites and definitely worth checking out (it’s one of those “I dare you to read just one” series).

If you want to take it further, and enjoy steamy visuals, there are several porn sites that specialize in BDSM. Kink.com has great trailers that let you see what a scene is about before you purchase it. You can also buy membership to their sites (they have many different flavours), if you find one that you really like. On their site I would suggest Sex and Submission scenes, or anything with James Deen.

Last but not least, if you’re really interested in the subject that think that you would like to join the lifestyle, there are special BDSM clubs. If you’re not ready to devote yourself just yet to a life of BDSM, but would like to spend time around people who are open and adventurous, there are clubs for that too! Believe it or not, there’s probably some sort of kink club in your area. Trust me. A good Google search will reveal locations, as well as etiquette and what is expected of members. As always, research everything carefully and never go alone to a strange club. Safe, sane and consensual, but SAFE always comes first.

 Here is one of my favourite kinky short stories. I have expanded it a little here…and I think maybe I’ve stumbled onto the start of a new book. Maybe even the perfect third for Mark and Terry (you’ll meet them both in my first book, A Perfect Dom and learn more about their love in their own book, A Perfect Trio). Let me know what you think, As always, I value your opinion! Would you like to read more about the Trainer?

As always, dear reader, this story is NSFW or minors!

 

Wine Glass

They both turned when he pushed open the door. He was sure that he was a bit older than they had expected, but it was hard to say by how much. His dark was dyed dark and his face deeply tanned. It made him feel like the man he had been years ago. He was different than, more inhibited. He definitely would never have imagined that he would eventually become the kind of man who posted personal adverts offering his skills to strangers. And yet, here he was.

And there they were. One was a brunette and one a red head. Both were lovely in their own way. He grinned when he saw them. Yeah, this would work out perfectly.

The two girls looked at each other, barely smiling. They were both excited and nervous, neither of them had been here before. Of course you wouldn’t know it to look at them, dressed in the clothes he had demanded they wear. The girls were too old to be called girls, but today that is what they were in character as. Each of them was tall and had ample curves. They wore school uniforms, except their shirts and white shirt were far tighter than any school would allow. Their shirts were cut low to reveal a sinful amount of cleavage. It wasn’t his fantasy, but it was a popular one, and being in costume would help them tonight. They didn’t wear any make-up but both had a rosy bush on their cheeks. A blush caused either by their knowledge of what the night ahead promised or brought on by the sweet dark wine he had provided.

Moments before, he had stood outside in the hallway and listened to them as they got ready for him. Their profiles said that they were close friends, so they probably hadn’t minded helping to dress each other. They were close friends that had never crossed that line to bring them even closer — until tonight. He had listened in on the sounds they probably hadn’t been aware they were making: nervous laughter at first, followed by sighs as their fingers lingering over clasps and buttons. As they continued in their task, small, soft moans began, possibly initiated by stolen caresses that were too frequent to be considered accidental. When they were ready, he had used his key card to unlock the door.

He did not try to hide his erection as he walked across the room and settled into the expensive leather desk chair provided by the hotel. How thoughtful, the chair would give him the perfect place from where he would start the night’s activities. On the desk was the vintage he had requested. The hotel had opened it and each girl had poured themselves a glass and indulged as he had also instructed in his email. He didn’t want them drunk, he just wanted their guard to be down a little. They had contacted him, sure, but that didn’t mean they were ready for what he had to offer. How could he help them experience true pleasure if they were too self conscious to open themselves up to the process?

He poured himself a glass of wine, all the while the two girls watched his every move. He would bet they hadn’t released a single breath since he came into the room. He chuckled to himself. “It’s alright girls” he smiled, “your Daddy won’t hurt you.” They giggled nervously, but appeared to relax a little.

Daddy was the name he used for himself for these meetings. There was nothing fatherly about the name. He used it because he couldn’t them his real name. And he despised that damn “Sir” that so many in the lifestyle chose. He certainly couldn’t use “Master”. He would never be a Master to these girls or anyone else. He was done with being a full time Dom. That part of his life had ended when his last Sub has left him.  

Damn. Why did he have to think about her? This wasn’t the time to think about his ex wife. Shit, they had been divorced a dozen years now and still the recollection of her calling him Master made him want to cry. He choked back his memories of her and tried to get his head back in the game. The girls were here for a reason, and he had a job to do. It wouldn’t be fair to them to call it off now. They had been good so far and done exactly what he had asked for them. Now it was time for Daddy to reward them.

“Come here, loves.” They looked at one another and then, together, stop and walked the length of the room to stand before him. He knew that individually they each had specific individual talents. Together they would be outstanding. “Kneel down,” he suggested, “and make yourself comfortable.” 

Each did as he asked, following the command in his casual suggestion. He saw just a hint of crotch as they tried their best to maneuver lady like in their tight clothes to kneel at his feet. Each girl sat before him in the slave position. Ah, they had researched well. Good, that would make things easier for him. He watched them closely. As they sat and waited he quickly was able to deduct their true natures. He had been able to gather some clues through their profiles, but now he knew for certain. It was fairly easily actually; the red head was the only one with her eyes down. The brunette was too excited to pretend to be a Sub, and that was fine with him. He didn’t care much for pretending anyways, it just made his job harder.

From the vantage point of sitting above them, he could see the full beauty of their cleavage. Sure, he was on the clock, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t enjoy himself a little. His eyes lingered as he took in their silky smooth skin. Perhaps ten years ago he would have tried to train them differently. Maybe would have tried to find his own pleasure between their lovely folds. There would be no harm in that really, but that wasn’t who he was anymore. Too bad though, he bet that each of them would feel very nice on his cock. Sure, he would allow them to pleasure him somewhat, but he wouldn’t be finding release inside of either of them tonight.

“Undress” he ordered. As he expected, after a moment of silent communication between them, the brunette turned to the redhead to help her remove her clothing. Slowly she unbuttoned her friend’s blouse. The redhead smiled as the soft fabric was peeled away from her breasts. Her nipples were already hard. The care the brunette took with her friend’s body as she rolled the skirt down over her hips proved his guess that there was affection between them that went beyond simple friendship. The brunette made quick work of her own clothes and turned back to her friend. Lost in the moment, she touched the redheads breasts without being asked to. He felt himself stiffen painfully as he watched and he realized that it was now he who was holding his breath. He let it out in one long aroused sigh.

The girls heard and turned their attention back to him. They smiled, liking their obvious effect on him. They were more comfortable with him there. That was part of his job — to be the male in the room, making their desires for each other easier to express. Surely it must be okay if a man was there, right? This part of his job was part of his payment.

Together their hands snaked over his slacks onto his bulge. He moaned as their eager hands fumbled with his zipper.  His pants were quickly discarded as two hands glided over his member. He didn’t dare close his eyes as one head…and then the other…dipped down to taste his cock. Lips and tongues mingled across and over his staff. The redhead, the one with the more obvious talent for oral took over. Her love of service made her eyes sparkle happily, as she sucked him to the back of her throat. Her big brown eyes looked up at him as she tried to take all of him into her mouth. She coughed, choking from the effort, and the brunettes was there to soothe her.

With her friend helping her to relax, she tried again. First she used her soft tongue as if it were a hand, not only licking but swirling around and enveloping his cock. Then slowly she closed her lips and made her way back down his length. She took all of him into her throat this time, all the way to the hilt. She paused there for a few moments, surprising herself that she was able to deep throat him this time. Silently he applauded her determination: a man of his size and circumference had deterred more than a few women from trying to deep throat him.

Slowly she withdrew his moist hold on him. He hated the loss of her warm mouth on him. Her moan started him, until he saw where the other girl’s hands had buried to. The brunette had found her friend’s tiny hidden clit. He watched the redhead fight it at first and then give into what her body was feeling. It was part of her nature, and better to give in to it now then continue to fight it. Excellent, ahead of schedule. He had to give the brunette credit — she knew what she wanted. He wondered what her secrets were. He had been with enough women to know that there was always a secret.

If he had to put money on it, he would bet that it had been the brunette’s idea for them to contact him.

With one last thrust into her warm mouth, he thanked the first girl for her services. She was not dismissed, just appreciated as far as he would allow at this point. She sat back happily. Both girls awaited further instruction. He looked for a full minute into the eyes of the brunette. He saw a desire there that had always been repressed. He smiled an old worn smile. It was time.

 He stood without shyness nor modestly and stuffed his cock back into his slacks. He had their full attention as he opened his duffel bag. He had tipped the waiter well to stash it in the room when he had brought up the wine earlier. He hated walking into jobs holding the bag. It took their focus off of him and added a mystery to their minds. It had been his experience that the clients would spend their time wondering what was in the bag instead of enjoying the process.

Inside the bag were a few tools he had brought with him. Every meeting went different and called for a different instrument. As these ladies were getting a long well, and as they had proved they were each already versed in BDSM, he decided on a more advanced tool.  Inside the bag he ran his hand over the leather instrument he had picked. It was new, but he had an old one just like it at home inside his dungeon. Instruments of pleasure, like this one, were his favorite thing to bring on jobs. He knew that his girls would love it. It would be a big step for them, but it was necessary. It would help them. He took it out slowly as not to scare them.

He smiled and turned to the brunette. “My dear, have you ever used a whip?” Both girls giggled nervously. “No…” she whispered “…but I’ve always wanted to.”   

He nodded and placed the buttery smooth leather switch in her eager hands. She looked down at it, feeling unsure yet strangely powerful. Suddenly her smile disappeared along with any uncertainty. ‘Go on” he commended. It was time for a Domme to be born.

“Stand, Pet.” Her voice was strong, and brave. The redhead was surprised but too turned on to do anything besides scramble to her feet. “I want you to feel a little pain to enhance the pleasure I will give you.”

The redhead trembled. “Sharron…”

The Brunette, Sharron, went to her woman and stroked her hair to comfort her. “Shh. It will be alright. I want this, don’t you?”

The redhead slowly smiled. “I love you” she stated nervously. This probably wasn’t the first time the women had exchanged words of love, but the Trainer was certain that this was the first time they really meant it.

“I know. I think I’ve always known.” The women kissed. It may have also been another first.  They were very tender, but there was passion there. This was the other payment he received for a job well done — the pleasure of seeing people realize their true nature.  It was when kept him in the business, long after he should have retired.

As he eased back into his chair and took up his wine glass again, Sharron led her love to stand against one wall. “Sweetie, do you remember that one time when we laid in bed for hours and I made you cum so softly?”

The first girl nodded. “We were playing around, and you didn’t mean to…”

“Oh I meant to make you cum. And I promise I’ll do it again after I warm you up a little more.” Sharron, fully embracing the new role of Domme, gave her Sub’s bottom a hard smack to punctuate the promise. The girl cried out. If he had to put money on it, he would bet that she would be crying out again soon, her first orgasm of the night ripping the screams from her lips.

They had almost forgotten that he was there. It was nice that they were focused so much on each other, but it wasn’t what they needed. “Hold the whip in your right hand, you’ll have better control that way.” 

Sharron smiled and did as he instructed. She moved the instrument to her right hand, her dominant hand, and felt the weight of it in her palm.  It wasn’t long or hard, it was a beginner’s whip, but would be perfect for them to train with. She gave the tool a few flicks of her wrist, getting the hang of it. Each time the leather sliced the air with a load snap.

The redhead jumped with every crack of the whip. He spoke to her next. “Dear, if you move, it will only hurt more.” The girl stiffened at his advice and stood still. Sharron took a deep breath. She hesitated.

“I don’t know if…”

He cleared his throat. This was not the first time he had a trainee that wavered. “As the dominate partner, this is your job.”

“But…shouldn’t we get to know each other better first?”

“You are already the best of friends and now you are about to become lovers. You are a Domme, she is a Sub. Why fight it? Start as you mean to go on.” He gently pushed.

Sharron nodded, his words made sense to her. When she turned back to her love, she saw that she had relaxed a little. She no longer stood so stiffly. She looked back over her shoulder and nodded. She was ready.

With a flip of her wrist, the rich leather met delicate soft skin for the first time.

The sound of it connecting with her skin made his cock jump in arousal. When the whip swirled through the air again to connect with flesh, he put down his glass and unzipped his slacks again. The whip met flesh again. He couldn’t resist, the awakening of this women was too arousing.   Sharron hit a stride with her whipping and he pumped his cock to the same rhythm.

Adrenaline only took her so far though and her novice arm quickly fatigued. The redhead quickly tired as well. Her skin had grown red from the whip and her legs were shaking. She collapsed to the ground and her Domme ran to her. Sharron probably meant to comfort her Sub, perhaps provide some aftercare, but her lust won out. She kissed her hard, inhaling her moans. She rolled her over onto her sore back and spread her legs wide.

“Please.” The redhead begged her friend, asking for what she had denied for so long.

A smile spread across his face as Sharron pushed her way down her friend’s body and her mouth met her mound. He had brought himself almost to the edge, and it would be sweet to cum watching this scene. His hand squeezed the crown of his cock as Sharron’s fingers breached the redhead. They sissored inside of her as they coaxed forth her promised orgasm.

Much sooner than he expected, he was surrendering to ecstasy of his own. The girls stopped their own brand of love making long enough to watch his ejaculation. They smiled up at him and he motioned for them to continue.

He cleaned himself up as they began work on another orgasm. This one he wouldn’t be privy too. The room was paid up for the entire night, so they could be comfortable here together and continue to explore each other’s bodies as they acted on their newly admitted love.

He drained his wine glass, picked up his duffel and moved towards the door.

“Will we see you again next Thursday, Daddy?” The redhead asked, the smile on her face one that only comes after being well satisfied. 

“Yes, Dear. You both have a lot left to learn.”

“Thank you.” Sharron looked so solemn and so thankful. In truth the girls probably would have admitted their love for each other someday, he had just sped up the process.

“My pleasure” he said as he opened the door. When he closed it behind him the lock clicked tightly and securely.

He walked down the hall to the elevator mulling over the session. He had meant what he had said when he told them it was his pleasure to do this work for them, to help guide them and train them. He felt that he had no greater purpose in life than bringing Dominants and Submissives together. It was all he had left now. It was the only part of the lifestyle that he allowed himself.

His cell phone rang as he stepped into the elevator. The number was the house line for Club Perfect. He groaned. He had wanted to go home, watch some PPV and relax. But if the Club was calling then he knew there was another client that needed his help.

He sighed as he pushed the button to answer the call. Unlike the personal ads, a call from the Club meant that someone that knew him personally was in need. He couldn’t just walk away.

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