Dinner Date Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Dinner Date Ch. 02

... nodded to a couple of people including my wife but said nothing. His expression was understandably curious and he seemed to be enjoying the vibe of the room until he recognized who was suspended from the chains.

"If I may ask, who is his Mistress?" Brad asked as venom laced his words.

"Well, at this moment it is Lady Hilda but if she tires, I'm sure Lady Scorch will step up to assist. In fact, I'm sure by the end of the nighteveryone present will be his Mistress or Master.Everyone." I stressed. Brad just nodded and smiled as he looked around the room.

Spotting the table with the various paddles on them he walked up and grabbed a boiled leather one with holes drilled in it. After testing its weight, he took three steps towards Percy and in a spinning move that looked like it came straight out of an old kung Fu movie he laid the leather to Percy's ass perfectly sending the slap echoing throughout the entire house. Percy, while still wearing the ball gag, sucked in what breath he could and tried to cry out in pain but locked up in silence.

"Like you said, at some point tonight everyone will end up being his Master or Mistress. Had I had been here I might even have been included, but sadly, I missed my chance." With that, he walked back to the table and tossed the paddle down as we walked out.

Closing the door, I proceeded to show him out. He stopped me in the foyer. "As much as I want to know what's happening here, I know I can't ask."

"Brad, you remember ...

... that bondage book that came out several years ago? This place along with a few others around the city are safe places for like-minded people to meet and play in safety. Several years ago, before I came to Texas, I used to live in Tennessee. I was known by two different names back then. Robert Coats, the name you and everyone else who matters knows. But I was also known as Master Patrick within this lifestyle. I had developed a certain reputation for training women who wanted to learn to be submissive. I was very good at it and made quite a bit of money doing it. But life threw me several curve balls and I ended up walking away from all this. Eventually, I met and married Tammy and we've had a pretty good life together so far. But this evening, every time I tried to walk away and go back to the life, we had together something else sinks its claws into me dragging me back kicking and screaming. I'm tired of fighting this. If this life is wanting me back then it looks like this is going to be a part of me once again. Hell, even Tammy is trying as well. And she has set me up with two additional women to train."

Brad's mind was turning this information over taking it all in. "Would you be willing to train Jessica?"

"No." I said bluntly then sighed. "Brad this lifestyle is all about consent. The moment the submissive uses the safe word, all activity stops. If they are bound, they are immediately released. If they are being punished, all punishment stops. Both parties set ...