Brandt
My alarm went off at 8:30 to remind me to call. I hadn’t needed the reminder as Honey kept popping up in my mind all night. During my shift today, I compared her to every girl that came on to me. That happens to me a lot. They see me as a rich club owner and want to be with the guy at the top. Little do they know that it's lonely up here and for good reason. I worked my ass off every day to make sure the bills were paid and salaries were dispensed. I have to make sure that the building is maintained properly, to keep in operation. My insurance was through the roof already, and I didn’t need any lawsuits for major or even minor incidents.I saw one of my ex-subs earlier. She had found a new Dom, but she kept glancing my way. She will get punished if he notices. Some people were more astute than others. I ignored her and went about my day. Not one of these ladies made me want to pause and contemplate. Not now that I've found Honey.
My thoughts for Honey went a little, okay, a lot, differently. It was more like; What is she doing? What is she thinking? Was she anticipating my call? What is her favorite color? How corny is that? I have never asked one girlfriend or a sub that question, ever. My emotions feel soft and gooey. It was unusual and not exactly pleasant. My dominant personality was not a separate personality, it was my personality. So these emotions were totally out of character for me. I needed to talk to my mentor about this, find out if it's normal. Do I need to take a step back before I can go forward?
I told my lead bouncer that I was taking a break and ran upstairs to my apartment. I wanted our time to be quality time, even if it was just over the telephone.
8:35 she answered on the third ring.
“Hello” she answered, a little out of breath.
“Good evening, Honey. How are you? How was your day?” I asked. I genuinely want to know.
“Brandt, you actually called when you said you would.” Was she really that surprised?
“I try to always do what I say I will, Honey. I don’t make promises I don’t intend to keep.” I’m not offended. We are in the “getting to know you” phase of our relationship.
“That is a very admirable quality. I appreciate that in a person.” I’m glad she didn’t say “in a man”. I realize that I may feel jealous if another man has touched her or made her feel any intense emotions. I want to give her many of her “firsts”, not think she might have them with any other guy.
“I know you have questions for me that you may want answered, but you still have not answered my greeting. How are you and how was your day today, Honey? I really want to know.” I am sincere and feel a need to convey that to her right at the beginning of us.
“How much time do you have? Just joking. I’m doing pretty good. Excited to be speaking with you. I had a good day. I had a test at school. I think I did well. Then work was work. I answer phones in a call center. I think they will be promoting me soon. It will be nice to make a little more money. What about you and your day?” She sounds upbeat. She squeezed her whole day into a few sentences. I want to be involved in the journey of her life. Hopefully, soon, these conversations will get easier. I wish I was already in a position to make her life easier. Soon, I think, I will be able to insert myself into her life and be someone she can count on.
She sounds like she is getting a little more comfortable with me. I could only hope.
“I’ve been working today as usual. We open at 4 during the week. I take an active role in the management of the club and oversee everything. My staff would probably say, micro-manage. But that is just how it has to be until the club is paid-off, and I can focus on the next stage of my goals.”
“And what is the next stage, Brandt? How did you come to own a sex club?” I knew these questions were coming, and I was ready with answers. I quickly explained my plans for the next club. She seemed impressed by Brandt, the business owner. I also explained how I bought the club on a whim from a friend and never looked back. I love being a business owner and my own boss.
“You totally have your life together, Brandt. If I may be so blunt. It makes you even more attractive.” I have come to realize that Honey is often blunt in her conversations. I like that about her.
“I love to hear your beautiful voice tell me that you find me attractive. You are honest and blunt in your conversations with me. Honesty is very important in all relationships. Please always feel free to be yourself.”
She gave a little laugh. “I don’t know who else to be.”
I closed my eyes and let her laugh wash over me. Her sweet voice draws me into her world, just a little.
“How much time do we have before you go back to work, Brandt.” My name was a melody on her lips.
“Well, since I’m the boss, technically, I can go back whenever I want.” I never took off in the middle of the work day though, so people will wonder.
“I wanted to ask one of my questions, if I may. Actually, I have a series of questions, but I guess the questions after will depend on the answers to the previous. Do you get what I’m saying?”
“I understand Honey, fire away.”
“I have been doing some research. One thing you will learn about me is that I love knowledge. Sometimes I’m satisfied to get that information as life goes by, but other times, I go to the internet to find out what I need to know.” I totally get that and have a feeling I know where she is going with this.
“You may be aware,” she continues, “that there is a lot about BDSM online. So much so that my main question is this: Do you plan to have a BDSM contract with me? Or since, as you say, you want a different kind of relationship with me, will we perhaps try to have what society deems a “normal” relationship?”
I know she has thought long and hard about this since the last time we spoke. I’m stunned at her level of maturity, but at the same time, I think I knew it would be like this. She is serious and possibly doesn’t have a lot of fun in her life. She always has to weigh her options and do her research to control the world around her. One night, it got out of her control, and she is trying her best to bring control back to her life. But she didn’t count on me. She didn’t count on not being able to get me out of her mind.
“What would you like, Honey? The main attribute of the BDSM lifestyle is control. You can negotiate however you like. For myself, I like control. I like to dominate. I like to push limits. I enjoy having a submissive that answers to me. However, I see a slightly different dynamic between you and I. I believe this is something we should explore on our date on Saturday.” How much more should I say? I actually know exactly what I want, but I need her to want it too.
She didn't answer right away, so I continued, “BDSM is all about consent. Do you remember how I explained that you would see some things, and they might seem a certain way? The person or bottom is having things done to them but they can stop at any time. They have a safe word. Just one word will stop everything.”
I could almost hear Honey thinking this through, so I added just one last thought. “You may feel nervous, scared, maybe even excited. The unknown makes for some pretty intense emotions. Please know that I will never, ever hurt you. Not physically and I damn sure hope not emotionally. I want us to explore each other and have fun together.”
“You’ve not answered my question exactly, but you have given me a lot to think about. I've got to get Brody to bed and do some homework. Good night, Brandt, sweet dreams.”
“Good night, Honey. Call me tomorrow when you get off work.”
Brandt Anticipation, expectancy, eagerness. I feel all these and more. It feels nice to have something, someone, to look forward to. One more day and I will see Honey again. It's Friday afternoon. I remember that Honey gets off work at two. At 2:01 I got a text notification. Honey: I am in the doctor’s office with Brody. We’ve been here since 12:30, and we are still in the waiting room! Me: Is everything OK? Honey: Yes, it's just his follow-up with the surgeon. My mom had meetings she couldn’t cancel at work today, so I got off early instead. Me: I’m sorry that you had to do that. Please call me when you get home. Honey: Definitely! She sent me a smiley face emoji. That made my heart soar a little. She is very punctual and that might make a person boring, but then she sends a fun emoji. I am looking forward to learning more about her. ------------ Friday nights in a BDSM club are rocking. The Inner Sanctum was full. We had reached capacity at 9 and started sending walk-in cl
Honey "Yes, Sir." I answered over the lump in my throat. My heart felt like it would jump out of my chest. I couldn't figure out if I should be afraid or excited. I was on the edge of both. My day totally didn't go as planned, again. I like things nice and neat, predictable even. I have a schedule and I keep to it. Do surprises happen? Sure. And I try to roll with it, but every day since Brody got hurt, has been out of my normal range. I'm getting a little beside myself. I felt restless and I wondered how much of the feeling could be contributed to not Brody needing extra care or finding out my mom is submissive, but because of Brandt? I wanted to find out. I didn't get a chance to speak with Brandt like we had planned. I knew where I could find him, so I went to the club. I don't have any clothes that you could call sexy, really. I just have a few pretty dresses so I chose my favorite one. I wasn't interested in getting any attenti
Brandt Honey was so worked up. I don't think she even recognized that she was dry humping the sofa. I was hard as a rock knowing I was the first to make her lose control like that. I would never, could never let her go. No one else could see her like this. Not to mention, my hunger for her was unlike anything I had ever felt before and it took all my control to make this about her. Not when, what I really wanted to do, was take my cock out, straddle her legs and jerk it until I covered her lips, eyes and cheeks with jizz. I'd mark her as mine, then I'd make her lick me clean. I took a deep cleansing breath and tried to focus before I lost my control. I couldn't believe that was even a possibility. I never lose control and we haven't even take off a stitch of clothing. Instead, I said, "Good girl. Now spread your legs wide for me." I saw her inner struggle. She wanted to be a good girl, as in the good girl that doesn't spread her legs so soon
Brandt Everything was going so well with Honey until Quinn called out to me. I was right, my ex-sub was going to be a fucking problem. I felt Honey stiffen before I pushed her slightly behind me until I understood the sub's intent. I noticed Daniel was also on alert. Sub's were submissive and for her to come at me like this, it was unusual. "Yes, slave?" I answered with a dominating sneer in my voice. She was no longer my submissive and had become the slave of another Dom. She shouldn't be talking to another master at all. The rules of a slave were slightly different than those of a submissive. With a slave, almost anything goes and they were often used more like possessions. It can be a rougher lifestyle. I wasn't into doing things a woman might not like or may even regret later. I enjoyed dispensing pleasure way more than just giving pain. "Sir," she said with her head down, knowing better than to look me in the e
Honey I had trouble going to sleep Friday night. I tossed and turned, wondering what the "incident" was that had Brandt leaving me with his second in command. Daniel was lovely, of course, but he would never tell me the truth. Not if Brandt told him to lie or evade. Brandt was the boss. What he says goes. I imagine I will know how that feels soon, but for a very different reason. I wonder if it is against the rules to be jealous? I realized that was what was keeping me up. Not the fact that he left me with Daniel, but that he left with that girl. I had a bad feeling about it. He followed her into a room where the people inside were all in various states of undress and doing God knows what. Ha, who am I kidding? I want to know, and much, much more. I have to admit to myself that I do feel jealous though. I was green with it and I didn't really like the feeling. I wonder if those two had a relationship at one time? The way she was looking at him.....it bothered me more than I would ha
HoneyI picked my nicest pair of jeans and a blouse with a scoop neck. I didn't own any provocative clothes and probably wouldn't have worn them anyway. Tonight was just a date to lock some things down about our relationship. I wasn't going to sleep with Brandt even if it was all I could think about. My libido had woken up. I never really had one until I met him and I knew that doing literally anything with him was going to be exciting.I was a little nervous as I waited for him to arrive. I had some school work I could do but I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate. My mom was staying in tonight with Brody, who was in his room playing video games. Moe was coming by and I really hoped I was gone before he got here. Just thinking of his name brought to mind how I found him, them, in that club, naked with his cock in my mother's mouth. His very large, hard, glistening dick. It was messing with me.My mother and I had not really had much of a chance to talk about how I found them that n
Honey Brandt had a really nice sports car, sleek on the outside and leather on the inside. The new car smell made me take a deep breath and settle into the bucket seat. He had a manual transmission, which meant he must have ordered the car since it was a newer model and they are all automatic these days. I thought he would drive fast because of the type of car he drove, but he drove at the speed limit. He was very controlled and I wasn't sure I liked that. I wanted to see Brandt out of control. What could I do to shake it? Then I wondered, where that thought come from. I wasn't one to covet the bad boy, at least I wasn't until I met him. Now, I wanted Brandt for myself. I felt very possessive and I tried to examine why. We hadn't known each other long. What if he was a really bad guy? But no, I don't think my instincts would fail me that much. He may own and run a club that caters to certain kinks, but I can tell he's honorable. Which reminds me. I always felt that Moe was an honorab
Brandt When I walked to the kitchen with Honey to say goodbye to her mother, Moe was sitting on a stool. Her mother was cooking something that smelled quite delicious on the stove. I was taken aback when Moe immediately hopped off the stool and asked to speak with me privately. He was a big guy. Dressed like a biker, all leather and chains. A short dark beard covered his chin and his hair was kind of shaggy. I knew he must want to talk about the other night. What I knew about Moe was on a surface level only, one Dom to another. We had mutual respect but had never hung out. He was a good client and I treated him as such. I just hadn't remembered his name, if I ever knew it. We kind of did that male head bob thing when we saw each other. And I don't study other Dom's women. It was also out of respect, so I honestly hadn't known them when Honey asked the other night. Once outside, Moe looked down at his black leather boots before he began. "Honey, is she your woman now?" He asked. I had