The Dark Side - Sex Stories

The Dark Side

... jumped and robbed, they were Black people after all. He had wanted to avoid using a credit card to protect his identity but in that moment he couldn’t think of anything else to do. If he left to go to a cash machine and get more money, he might chicken out and not come back so he opted to just hand over the plastic. The woman took his card, looked at the name on it and then at him. David had written “Ask for ID” on the back of his card and he swallowed hard and handed it over without her needing to ask. She and swiped the card and asked for a signature on her tablet. “Your credit card statement will reflect a payment to Jenkins Emporium, LLC. Would you like a receipt, Mr. Johnson,” she queried, without the tiniest bit of pause knowing full well that wasn’t his real name? She handed him the tablet and asked him to place his thumb and forefinger on the indicated areas. David didn’t have a record and he had never been arrested or fingerprinted by any branch of law enforcement so he was relatively comfortable with that step of the process and not overly paranoid about it coming back to haunt him which was pretty rare for him. The bodyguard went back to his chair and continued flipping through the pages of a magazine. Seemingly, out of nowhere, another attractive young woman entered the room and said, “Follow me.” David was escorted up two flights of stairs. The young lady pressed a code on a keypad and the door clicked. It was all very high-tech and looked like something out of ...

... a science fiction movie and was a stark contrast to the décor of the parlor. She held the door open and said, “Mistress Desire will be with you momentarily. Please, make yourself comfortable.” David walked past her, the scent of her perfume lingering in the air between them, and entered the room. He wished he had some X to drop but he did pay attention enough to the woman downstairs when she said absolutely no drugs and he didn’t want to take any more chances with fucking up after his first little incident. The very first thing that he noticed was that the room had obviously been renovated from its original layout, with walls taken out and some contemporary updates. The room was sparse, well much more so than the other parts of the house that seemed overly ornate and accessorized. The walls were covered in heavy velvet curtains and there was an armoire full of antique torture devices on full display. The furniture, if you could call it that, was all some variation of custom restraint and torture devices, stockades and the like. A chill went up David’s spine. “Oh my God! This bitch is going to try to take out all her frustrations for slavery on me,” he thought. In that instant, he wished he had read the fine print on all the forms he had signed. “What the hell was I thinking? I’m not even into this shit! Fuck this!” He was ready to grab his proverbial hat and leave. Forget the money it; would just be a very expensive lesson learned. Just as he was about to make a run for it, ...