Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... was not sure why they were in Berkeley. Jim has simply laid out the clothes, bound her tits and when she'd dressed, they left. He'd said nothing and she hadn't asked. He seemed pleased with her passivity.

"There it is," said Jim. Claire barely had time to register that Jim had indicated a tattoo parlor before she found herself ushered into the storefront's small foyer.What the Fuck! They were the only customers. A man stood behind the counter. Big bodied. Thick black hair in some kind of modified Mohawk doo. Leather vest, clean tight jeans. Heavy Doc Martin's. Lots of ink rippling on well-muscled forearms. Broad chest sporting moderate fur touched with grey. Forty? Fifty? Hard to tell. Vital.

"He looks like a big black bear" thought Claire.

He let them be a moment, taking in the shop's offerings: Loads of designs tacked neatly to clean walls. Glass counters with shelves of neatly displayed metal studs, rings and assorted intimate jewelry that gleamed beneath halogen spot lights.

"Hi. Are you Rick?" asked Jim.

"Indeed, I am. You're Jim? Mr. Lester described you and yours pretty spot on. Let's head to the back and discuss the procedure."

Jim gently captured Claire's jaw in his hand and looked hard into her eyes. "Submit." That was all he said before turning her toward a gap in the counter and pressing her forward. Claire stepped behind the counter and followed the black bear-man through swinging doors into a corridor, off which several small rooms ...

... joined.

"Come on back, Claire." She saw Black Bear motioning her to one of the small rooms at the end of the corridor. Claire's stomach knotted.eHHHHHhhhl'kjrlfkjr

He knows my name!? He knows Mr. Lester? Mr. Lester knows him, knows Jim is bringing me here!? He must. I must... submit." Claire suddenly felt very small in a room filled by two large, dominant men. And a dentist couch. Jim was saying something!

"I'm sorry, Sir. What did you say?"

Jim gave her a hard look.Crap, that's going to cost me.

"I said slave, take off your blouse." Claire saw no room for discussion; saw "Black Bear" watching her closely, the hint of a smile in his eyes, if not on his lips.

"Yes, Sir." Claire clasped the hem of the shirt cross-handed and pulled it over her head in one fluid motion. From the corner of her eye, she saw Black Bear's eyes zero in on her crimson tits, pushed up proud by the rope harness.

Fuck me! Look at those bruised, tied tits! Yeah baby!

"Nice work" Black Bear said, as his dick started firming. Claire felt herself blush.Wasn't I just wishing I could go naked? Careful what you wish for, huh? Christ, what is going on! She took a deep breath, kept her eyes looking downward and waited for instruction.

"Now sit on the couch" said Jim. "You're going to be fitted with tongue studs. Mr. Lester agrees with me that your cocksucking and clit licking would be improved with... well I'm thinking maybe as many as three tongue studs? What do you recommend, Rick?"

"Three? ...