1. G's Story


    Date: 4/20/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: gushkinbanda, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    Was that a look? What was she forgetting? Then he smiled. Whew. Just messing with her... again. He stopped, turned towards her, and brushed her hair behind her ear. "Are you ready? Absolutely sure you want this? This is your last chance to stop without using your safe word. What is your safe word?" "Martini." It was instinctual. He checked in with her often in the early days of their time together. It had become so ingrained that she thought it whenever she was scared, in our out of a scene. He cocked his head, waiting for her confirmation. She nodded, a solid, definite yes. She was more than ready; she was anxious. He turned back and led her another half block to a pretty seedy looking bar: chipped paint on the door, loud people inside, lots of neon signs. It was not the kind of place she'd ever go into on her own. But he was here, and this is where he would make her darkest fantasy come true. He opened the door and told her to let go of his hand. She did, and he slapped her hard on the ass, almost knocking her into the place. The calls started immediately. A dozen men and a few women whistling and calling her "hot" and "sexy" and things she hadn't heard used in public before. She paused and felt his hand on her shoulder. He was there, so she was okay. She was offered drinks and lewd sexual acts several times as they worked their way to the back of the bar. She just shook her head (Rule #5 – Do not speak to anyone but him.) and kept moving. When they got to the very ...
    opposite end of the bar, he squeezed her shoulder and they stopped. He leaned down and spoke into her ear above the noisy crowd. "What would you like to drink?" She smiled, figuring out his real purpose was to give her an opportunity to use her safe word. "Tequila, please, Sir." (Rule #2 – As always, he is Sir with a capital S.) His eyebrows raised and he smiled. She knew that would throw him a bit. But she wanted a little help with her courage. And she knew this would be her only drink. He was firm about people being completely in control of themselves during play. He ordered her drink and a rum and coke for himself. He made sure both were top shelf, which was rare in this kind of place, both because he wanted them to have a decent drink and to get a little extra attention in the bustling bar. He insured the ploy by tipping big. The attention was quick to materialize. "Hey sweetcheeks, why don't you send grandpa home to bed and hang out with someone more fun." How rude! No one spoke like that about him! The guy wasn't even cute. But she checked herself (Rule #7 – Let him handle it.) and just looked at him blankly. He definitely handled it. "Because she deserves someone smart enough to wear shirts that button. Now push off, junior, before the bartender realizes you just swiped his tip." The bartender glared at the rude boy and called over the bouncer. Rude boy argued he hadn't taken anything, but his appearance and behavior and Sir's big tip won out over his protests. She sipped her ...
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