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Dangerous Liaison

... you?"

"Master Bailey. I'm sorry."

"Oh for goodness sake. How many times have I told you not to wait so long? Do you want to come tonight"

"Is there anyone around?"

He made humming sounds. "Actually, there might be. You haven't been in a while and he's infrequent, but very popular. Yes, I think you would suit each other. Go get ready. I'll call back in half an hour."

"Yes, Master Bailey."

I showered quickly and dressed in loose comfortable sweats. No one wanted to be distracted by clothing marks on my body. Hopefully there would be other marks being added soon enough.

I paced for the last ten minutes until Master Bailey called me back, exactly thirty minutes later. I was already shaking with anticipation.

"Come along," he said. "I have someone for you. I think you will get along famously."

I had already ordered my Uber so was on my way three minutes later. Only my spare phone, credit card and keys. I didn't need anything else.

I had been a member of this club for six years. It had been a godsend, because hook-ups when you had needs like mine were dangerous.

Master Bailey knew who all his members were, and all their needs, kinks and limits. I didn't have to question who he had matched me with because I knew they would have been clearly instructed about what they could and couldn't do.

My most important limit, and an odd one, was to keep me off my knees. It was actually quite restricting, but important. I was either standing or lying at all ...

... times. Master Bailey told people it was a rugby injury.

Everyone was masked and anonymous. I did sometimes recognize a master, based on how they spoke and what they did with me, but I wouldn't know any of them in the street. Other than Master Bailey.

In the club all submissives were simply called Sub, and all masters were just Master. There were no nicknames or clues. Only Master Bailey was named and his word was law.

When it came to matchmaking a dominant and submissive, he was a genius. I had only ever had the most fantastic experiences at the club. I arrived and the door opened, Master Bailey pulling my trembling form into his arms. "Look at you, so needy. When will you start listening to me?"

"You're right, Master Bailey. Thank you so much for helping me."

He pulled me into his office and waited while I undressed and placed my clothes, phone, keys and credit card in a locker, chatting away happily.

"I was glad to get your call actually. The master you will meet tonight has had a hard few days and really needs to let off some steam." He smiled when I grinned at him. "There wasn't anyone really suitable for him. He likes robust men, although he's bigger than you. But I was surrounded by dainty little things tonight, until you called."

I laughed, as Master Bailey locked my stuff away and placed the key in his drawer. Which he then locked again, slipping his key into his pocket. I was six-two, so certainly wouldn't be considered dainty.

I took the clean, ...