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Chapter 26 - The DomHoneyWhen we got to the club, we went into the back entrance through a small parking garage only available to employees. Brandt explained that since everyone worked so late, he had this built as a safety feature. It wasn't Fort Knox but it was well lit and kept out riff raff. We entered through a door that led up a flight of stairs similar to when he showed me his apartment from the front side except in reverse. Instead of one of the first doors we came to, his apartment was one of the last. There were 4 other apartments on this floor that were all rented to security personnel and one unit belonged to Daniel.His apartment was exactly the same as I remembered. He set me up on the dining table with his laptop. He showed me how to navigate the surveillance software, then started me off on today's footage."I'm going downstairs to talk with my office manager. I asked her to come in today, since she usually only works Monday through Friday. She jumped at the chance t
Brandt"Aren't you a needy little Brat?" I asked her in a cajoling voice. I reached down into the waistband of her shorts and felt her pussy.. Her sopping wet pussy. "Fuck, Honey, if I were to fuck you right now, I would be able to slide in so fucking easily. All that wetness is for me and my cock, you know that, right?" I asked her. But I didn't really need an answer."So do it Master, slide your cock through my slick so I can cum on your dick." I was a little shocked by her dirty talk but I shouldn't have been surprised. Her interest in certain kinks should have told me to expect it."Honey, you have such a dirty mouth, I know, because I just came in it." I gave her a slightly evil grin. "What about making our first time special? I'm asking you and not my submissive. I promised to make your first time vanilla. I'm not feeling very vanilla right now.""I know, but I trust you. I am nervous because I know it's going to hurt. I think you know how to make it feel good after." She wheedle
BrandtI strolled through the doors like I owned the place, because I did. I settled on a sofa at the back, in the dark. A house sub came over to ask if I wanted a blow job. I was sorely tempted to say yes. These primitive feelings Honey invoked in me were knocking around in my chest and I just wanted to feel normal again. I didn't fuck the girls that worked here, but I didn't mind getting a blowy once in a while. I wanted to do a scene, spank or whip or chain up a sub. Burn off some of this energy so that I don't hurt Honey.I looked up at the window of my apartment. Yes, I have a clear view of the floor from up there. I haven't shown it to her yet. I want to and I will. Small steps. I just punched her v-card for gods sake. I took a deep breath and told the sub to meet me behind the curtain of a nearby unoccupied room. I grab a flogger off the wall on the way. I pulled the curtain for privacy and commanded her to bend over the bench made specifically for BDSM activities. I could stra
HoneyMy eyes grew tired as I watched the video footage. Every once in a while, Brandt would scribble notes about each person in each file he handled. At least that is what he said when I asked him. I finally told him I needed a break."I have something to show you." He said mysteriously, and for a moment, I thought we might actually leave the apartment. However, he took me to a room in his apartment that I had not been in yet. There wasn't much in the room except a cabinet that took up much of one wall and a large but comfortable-looking chair near some curtains hanging from the wall. The curtains didn't make much sense as it should have been a solid wall and not a window. I was curious, but not for long.Brant pulled the curtains open rather dramatically and then I saw why. I was able to see Club Voyeur from a whole new angle. I was in awe but then stepped back quickly."Can they see us?" I asked nervously. I wasn't comfortable being a voyeur, strange as that sounds, but I was also
BrandtI took the collar out of the box and produced the small key that locks and unlocks the heart that holds the chain together. "This is your day collar. Hold your hair up." God, I loved her long hair. I could jack off just to her hair alone.I placed the chain around her neck, putting the open part in the middle, in front. I made sure it laid flat against her neck and wasn't bunched up in any way before adding the heart lock and snapping it into place."Fuck, it is so good seeing you wear my collar." I lifted her chin so she could look me in the eyes. "I have never, nor I have ever wanted to collar a sub before. This is my first time. That should let you know how special you are to me."I placed a kiss on her forehead but really I did not to want to stop there. I really needed to not get distracted right now though. So instead, I stepped back to admire her neck with my hardware on it. I could fuck her again, right now. It was so fucking arousing knowing that if I walked her through
HoneyWhen Brandt began to explain the contract to me, I started becoming aroused. I was naked, my head on his thigh and his voice like warm, dark chocolate. I could almost feel his voice, it was so deep and dominant. I wanted to obey his every command. I was his submissive and had a choice, but I sometimes wondered what it would be like to be his slave. My choices taken away. Forced to do his bidding. I wonder what it would be like to hang from that wall, nude, exposed to so many eyes. Humiliated when everyone saw my Master pleasure me, watching me fall over the edge at his command.My pussy was throbbing and my nipples were stiff. I wish Master would fuck my throat right now. That's what I was thinking when he cuffed me, had me at his mercy. Then when he buckled me down to the bench? Oh. My. God. He pinched my nipples and I cried out, but now he was going to paddle my labia and I wasn't allowed to make a sound? How was that even possible?I heard him open the cabinet again. He showed
HoneyVariety is the spice of life. Where have I heard that before? Probably my mother. Thank God, I won't be running into her tonight. She usually goes out on Wednesday and Friday nights, presumably to this club. I want to make sure I am nowhere near the club when she is here. I had already discussed that with Brandt earlier. May my eyes fall out of my head if I ever see Moe and her doing what they were doing last time. I know Brandt wants me to use my words but I just can't with those two. Ugh. I have to force myself to think of something else before I remember what Moe's member looks like in my mother's mouth. Yikes. I thought about it anyway. Brandt said he wanted to make me forget that. I hope it's soon.Anyway, spice of life, yes. So I'm about to see a spicy show. Brandt didn't want me on display, so he actually had me wear a pair of jeans and a collarless v-neck shirt that showed off a bit of my cleavage and my new collar nicely. I think Brandt was actually feeling sorry for tak
BrandtMy new mantra. Find her, find her, find her. I searched everywhere. I drove up and down the roads and alleys around the club. This was after I realized that she wasn't hiding nearby. No, she was on the move. I had my security team search the whole block and the next one. Nothing. When I didn't find her, I drove towards her home. I called Moe and asked if she had reached out to them or if she had somehow gotten home. No and No. I knew he was worried but I just said that we had a small spat and she took off.I couldn't call her as she didn't have a phone when we went into the club. Another rule of mine, of course. So she's out there, somewhere, scared, alone and hurting. I know she was hurting. I saw the betrayal in her eyes. I found the collar on the sidewalk outside the club. I would have her by now if she hadn't gotten it off because I had a tracker put in it. I'd done it after the stalker came to the house. I wasn't going to take a chance with my Honey. I loved her.I fucking