Page 10 of Stuck with You

“Private room,” I decided.

Maria tapped on her computer before saying, “Room Six is available for an hour. They’re just finishing cleaning it now.”

“Great.”

I reached for Aubrey’s hand, which was really weird because I never held hands with my play partners. It felt good to have her fingers threaded through mine, a little hum of attraction passing across my skin.

“Come on.”

We stopped at the bar to get two bottles of water from Kristina then made our way to the room. Aubrey looked around, noting the spanking bench on one side of the room and the bondage pole on the other, various restraints hanging from chains screwed in the surface. A reclining couch and massage table rounded out the furniture in the room. An assortment of spanking implements hung on a peg board on the fern green wall, drawers of neatly organized toys and supplies below.

“Wow, this is something,” she breathed, walking closer to the implement wall with a look of fascination on her face. “I don’t even know what all this is for.”

I gave her thirty seconds to explore before I went into domme mode.

“Let’s talk about your limits,” I pointed at the floor in front of me. “Kneel!”

Aubrey

Ihurried towards Taylor, my knees dropping to the floor before my mind caught up. Thank God there was a thick padding under this carpet. I looked up at Taylor from beneath my lashes, my heart racing as I waited for whatever would happen next. I’d been incredibly nervous to come here, but somehow being with Taylor made me feel calmer.

“We have similar interests,” she said, scanning the paperwork I’d completed. “Good.”

I looked up at her and she gave me a cold look that made me drop my eyes again.

“Good girl,” she said, her voice thick with satisfaction. “We’ll use the standard safe words. Green for good, yellow means it’s getting to be a lot and you want me to slow down or ease off abit, and red means you want me to stop. Say ‘red’ and I will stop immediately.”

“Okay.”

Before I tracked what was happening, Taylor grabbed my hair and tugged painfully on my scalp.

“How do you address me, little girl?” she said, her voice deceptively soft. “Hint, it’s not ‘okay’. When we are in this room you’ll address me as ma’am or mistress every time you speak. Do you understand?”

I shivered. Taylor wasn’t the most warm and fuzzy person in general, at least not that I’d ever seen, but here in the club in her dominatrix mode she was nothing short of terrifying.

“Yes ma’am.”

I breathed a sigh as she released my hair. My scalp was tingling, but not in an uncomfortable way. My pulse started racing.

“We will take it easy tonight to see what you like and how much you can handle,” Taylor said.

She grabbed a straight backed chair from along the wall and brought it to the center of the room. It was the kind of chair you’d find in someone’s dining room. Taylor sat down, her short skirt rising high on her legs, and crooked a finger in my direction.

“Come here.”

When I started to rise from where I was kneeling on the floor she ordered, “No! Crawl to me.”

My mouth dropped open.

“I believe you mean, yes ma’am,” she said. Her tone was stern, but her eyes were dancing with amusement.

“Yes ma’am.”

I dropped to all fours and crawled over to her, watching Taylor the entire time. My face burned in humiliation, yet my nipples were hardening to sharp points that rubbed against the fabric of my bra with every move of my body. I both loved and hated this.

When I reached her legs, Taylor patted her lap. “Good girl. Now hop up.”

I shifted to my feet then awkwardly stretched out over Taylor’s bare legs. She adjusted me until my palms were braced on the floor, my legs out behind me. I felt her hand settle on my ass, right in the center, but Taylor was totally still for what felt like hours, even though it was likely only a minute or two. I wiggled impatiently, and then her hand lifted, landing back down in a resounding smack that I felt throughout my body.

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