Mad led me to the living room and introduced me to some of the guests, refilling my glass several times as I downed each whiskey with barely a pause. The heat of the alcohol settled in my stomach, glowing warmly, suffusing me with well-being and relaxing the nervous knot inside me. I talked to some people who'd come to the party as couples, others as singles. We chatted about our "vanilla" lives a bit, jobs, sports, politics, the weather. But there was really only one thing we all had in common, and we all knew why we were really here. I, for one, was anxious for the real party to begin.
I sat and talked with one man whose favorite kink was breast torture. He told me stories about things he'd done to willing victims that I doubted were true, but that kept me on the edge of my seat with my dick rock-hard in my pants.
Feeling more relaxed after meeting a few people, I was ready to find out what went on down in the "dungeon," Mad and Daphne's lavish basement. Before the party moved downstairs, Mad introduced me to another guest, a late arrival at the party. She had come along with a couple.
"This is Kim, a friend of Doug and Brenda's--uh, that is, Maximus and Fontana. They have a little Roman thing going. Kim's new here, too."
"Hi, pleased to meet you." The woman had pale, silvery-blonde hair and wide hazel eyes. A light sprinkling of freckles graced her uptilted nose and high cheekbones. She was ethereal and elegant, a real beauty. Her thin wrists and long, slender neck gave an impression of vulnerability, but the light in her clear eyes spoke of a strong will.
"Hi. I'm Steve."
"Cock Wielder," Mad corrected, grinning. He slapped me on the shoulder and wandered away to refresh his drink.
"Steve, really," I said to Kim. "The nickname thing is a little much, don't you think?"
"I don't know. Whatever gets you into the role, I guess. They all seem to be having fun with it."
"All right then, Kim. What would you choose for your sub name?" I teased. "Baby doll? Sugar buns? Cum whore?"
"No," she said with a grin. "I wouldn't choose a name at all. My Master would have to do it. That's the whole point for a sub, isn't it, deferring to someone else's judgment? That's what first intrigued me about giving up control. I have to deal with shit all day at my office. I think it'd be the most relaxing thing in the world to drop all that when I walk in the door at night." She laughed. "Not to mention that the idea of being tied up and flogged is hot as hell."
"So you're interested in a 24/7 situation, not just occasional play?"
"I'm not sure yet. Guess I'd have to see what it's really like. I love the idea of it, but haven't found anyone I'm ready to call Master."
"What have you done so far?" I was loath to confess my own inexperience until I found out how advanced Kim was.
"I've been looking, listening and learning. To tell you the truth, tonight's my first chance to play at it. I'm pretty nervous ... and excited, and feeling like a real newbie."
"Me, too," I admitted. I was becoming more intrigued by the second. Not only was Kim lovely and my ideal physical type, but she was a beginner like me. She seemed exactly the woman I'd been searching for, but. I couldn't believe finding her had been this easy. There had to be a catch. "Want to learn the ropes together?"
She groaned at the pun. "Ropes. Ha ha. Clever."
"Yeah, I'm witty like that." I grinned. "I can't promise I know exactly what I'm doing, but I was in the Boy Scouts and have had a little knot practice."
"Give it a whack then ... or give me one," she quipped.
"God, could we be any funnier?"
She held up her glass. "And I've only had one drink so far."
I could tell I was going to enjoy this woman in much more than a sexual way. She was light and fun, and eager to try new things. What more could I ask for?
We stood and talked for a few minutes, then found a seat in a quiet corner of the room where we could sit and talk some more. Kim sat very close to me on the loveseat, our legs pressed together, thigh-to-thigh. We leaned to hear each other over the music and the many conversations going on in the room.
"Looks like any other party I've ever been to except for the clothing--or lack of," she noted, sneaking glimpses at the other guests. Her eyes were bright and sparkling, excited and aroused. I noticed they lingered on the woman acting as a human coffee table. "I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I might be doing that." She nodded toward the woman on her hands and knees.
Just then, Daphne came by with a tray full of drinks and offered it to us.
Kim and I each accepted a shot, raised them to each other, then downed them in a gulp. Kim pulled a face as the alcohol burned her throat. "Another couple of these and I may be ready to go downstairs with the others, see what a real dungeon looks like."
I realized the crowd in the room was thinning as people left in pairs or groups to go down to the dungeon. I was in no hurry to catch up with them. For the moment it was nice to just sit with Kim, feeling the warmth of her shoulder radiate into mine.
She leaned toward me and whispered, "What do you think of Mad Max and Daphne? Kinda quirky, huh?"
"Aren't we all?"
"Good point." We sat for another moment, watching the other party guests, and then she tilted her head to look up at me, her pale eyes questioning.
With several drinks percolating through my system, I was feeling very light and relaxed--and incredibly horny. The moment seemed right. I dipped my head and kissed her.
Kim's lips were soft, warm, and pliant under mine. She tasted like the whiskey she'd just drunk, combined with the sweetness of some kind of fruity lip gloss. I angled my head to cover her mouth more firmly and swept my tongue lightly across her lips.
She responded, putting her hand around my neck and leaning into the kiss. Her tongue darted out to slide over mine, sending electric pulses through my body straight to my crotch.
I slipped one hand around her waist, pulling her toward me, and cupped her cheek in the other hand, holding her head steady. I kissed her more aggressively, possessing her mouth with mine.
She responded eagerly, turning her body toward mine and arching into me. Her fingers stroked the back of my neck, and her other hand clutched a fistful of my sleeve at the shoulder.
After a few moments, I released her, pulling back so we both could draw breath. I was dizzy, lightheaded from the kisses and the alcohol. "Nice," I whispered.
"Very," she answered.
The room was almost empty when I looked around.
Our host, Mad, came over to check on us. "You kids ready to have some fun?"
I looked at Kim, and she raised her eyebrows and shrugged.
"All right." I rose from the couch and extended my hand to Kim, drawing her to her feet. We followed Mad down to his suburban dungeon.
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A man indulges his secret desire to dominate a woman. A grieving submissive finds a new Master. Domination and submission, yin and yang, two halves that make the perfect whole, and two hot stories in one hotter anthology. [Publisher's Note: This book contains very explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: BDSM, including anal sex, bondage, clamps, domination/submission, exhibitionism, hot wax, ropes, and spanking/flogging.]
