Dinner Date Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Dinner Date Ch. 01

... bastards."

Spinning around I cracked Kelly on her ass one more time causing her to cry in pain.

"It sounds like you still got it, Patrick. Not many have been able to deliver a slap across the ass the way you do. Oh, the music you used to be able to produce. I sometimes really miss the old days. Do you still practice slapping cinder blocks for fun?"

"I'm afraid'old' friend, you might be deluding yourself with how good the old days really were. If you can even remember them at all. I'm sure with your advanced age, senility has definitely set in." I replied laughing.

"I'm glad to see that age hasn't made you any less of an ass either." he replied trading barbs. "But now that I'm done with little Debby here why don't we start by discussing what's going on."

All the jovial games we had been having suddenly dropped away. "I was discussing with Stephanie the banishment of Kelly here due to the extreme nature of Debby's injuries and her ignoring the use of the safe word. Banishment or jail, the choice is going to be left up to those in this room but I need to ask Debby first what she wants to do. She was the one injured after all."

Walking over, I knelt down and cupped Debby's chin with my hand turning her head towards me. "Debby, I understand this is your first time in this house. Is this correct?"

She nodded yes.

"Is this your first time wading into this pool of bondage and domination?"

Once again, she only nodded, still hesitant.

"I see. If I was to ...

... ask you if you thought something was wrong with you because you feel happier when someone else takes control of you in the bedroom, so much so that you think you need to be punished for it, would you say that is correct?"

Lowering her head as her eyes started to water, she nodded once more.

"Oh Debby, my little kitten, let me clear up some misconceptions for you. First, look at me my precious." I said as I placed my fingers under her chin and lifted ever so slightly again. "Let's start with the fact you are not sick in the head or mentally ill, alright? At least, no more than anyone else in this room with you. I think what you are is a submissive or at the very least you have a submissive streak. You allow others, like Stephanie or myself, to guide you in areas sexually you are not comfortable in. You feel more alive when someone like us uses you or your body for our pleasure, don't you? There are many successful people out there who feel the same as you. They run successful business and are always in control. They desire this time of submission to allow them to just be, to just exist without having to be in control. For some, it gives them the ability to be able to turn off their busy mind, shake off all the stress they might be under for a time and just enjoy being."

With a surprised look on her face Debby showed the first sign of life coming back into her. Cupping her cheeks in my hands I looked at her and said, "What Kelly did to you was not what we allow within ...