normal, all I wanted to do was get into the bathroom and get cleaned up before Palmer came home. He could smell dick a mile away, and I really couldn’t take an interrogation right now.
I turned the key and opened the door to find the apartment empty. Whew , I thought. What a relief . I dropped my bags on the kitchen counter when I saw the note.
Out late tonight. Don’t wait up! Love, P.
I slid out of my skirt and stockings and exchanged them for a pair of well faded jeans and flip flops. Throwing my hair into a ponytail I grabbed Nucy’s leash and walked to the door. She was there before I was.
Upstairs I felt like a burglar entering Carlton’s apartment knowing he wasn’t there. Jargon growled from the giant pillow in the living room, but instantly cheered when Nucy rounded the corner towards him. It was stranger than fiction how these two dogs have become best friends in such a short time , I thought as I lifted Jargon’s leash from the key rack in the kitchen. They must have been star crossed lovers from another time, I imagined wistfully.
A light left on in the bedroom caught my eye; he must have left it on all day! I crossed the hall and entered his bedroom, the fading recollection of Dad yelling to ‘turn off all the damned lights’ resounded in my mind. Then I stopped hesitantly; the light was coming from his home gym. At least that’s what he’d told me it was. The mirrored door was standing open as a streak of curiosity blinded my good sense. I’d condemned Carlton for nosing into my private business too many times already in our short relationship, and now I was heading straight for this room. Oh well , I told myself, I wouldn’t truly be a southern woman if contradiction wasn’t my middle name.
I pushed the door slightly open and stepped into the room. Dark shades, most likely controlled by the collection of buttons near the door closed the room from all outside light. He’d told me there was an in-floor hot tub in this room, and there certainly was. Currently it was covered by a thick padded black vinyl lid; I lifted one side of it to take a peek. Steam billowed into the room and I could feel my hair frizzing as I waited for it to clear my vision. The water looked hot, deep, and crystal clear… with the way I felt right now it took all my faculties not to strip and climb right in. I couldn’t do that! I wouldn’t mind seeing it bubble though . I stepped back to the door and studied the control panel. There wasn’t one single label on any of the buttons… I debated… then pushed them all.
When the side wall jarred silently I cringed. At last, the secret dungeon where he keeps the body parts of his past women . Rounding the hot tub I pulled the secret doorway open and… cursing myself again, peeked inside. It was too dark to see in the smallish room so I pulled my cell phone from my pocket and clicked on my flashlight app. The room lit eerily, son of a fucking bitch! It looked like my dear, sweet, romantic, gentle Carlton had enough bdsm toys to fill the Tower of London! Oh my! I wandered inside picking up a sinister leather flogger that had caught my attention. I ran my fingers around the smooth stick unconsciously as I studied his other accoutrements. He kept all of his battery operated devices in tall, red, enameled tool chests; I giggled imagining the countless mechanics that used the same ones for honest purposes. Two drawers were full of nothing but batteries, and on further inspection I noted that the single windowless room in Carlton’s apartment contained enough whips, chains and dildos to satisfy even the most needy sub… ie: me .
I felt downright giddy with excitement as I perused his Wonderland of BDSM. Crap! What was I doing? I was meandering through his private belongings as if I was Inspector Gadget. I reminded myself how ultimately rude I was being, and took one last longing glance
I turned the key and opened the door to find the apartment empty. Whew , I thought. What a relief . I dropped my bags on the kitchen counter when I saw the note.
Out late tonight. Don’t wait up! Love, P.
I slid out of my skirt and stockings and exchanged them for a pair of well faded jeans and flip flops. Throwing my hair into a ponytail I grabbed Nucy’s leash and walked to the door. She was there before I was.
Upstairs I felt like a burglar entering Carlton’s apartment knowing he wasn’t there. Jargon growled from the giant pillow in the living room, but instantly cheered when Nucy rounded the corner towards him. It was stranger than fiction how these two dogs have become best friends in such a short time , I thought as I lifted Jargon’s leash from the key rack in the kitchen. They must have been star crossed lovers from another time, I imagined wistfully.
A light left on in the bedroom caught my eye; he must have left it on all day! I crossed the hall and entered his bedroom, the fading recollection of Dad yelling to ‘turn off all the damned lights’ resounded in my mind. Then I stopped hesitantly; the light was coming from his home gym. At least that’s what he’d told me it was. The mirrored door was standing open as a streak of curiosity blinded my good sense. I’d condemned Carlton for nosing into my private business too many times already in our short relationship, and now I was heading straight for this room. Oh well , I told myself, I wouldn’t truly be a southern woman if contradiction wasn’t my middle name.
I pushed the door slightly open and stepped into the room. Dark shades, most likely controlled by the collection of buttons near the door closed the room from all outside light. He’d told me there was an in-floor hot tub in this room, and there certainly was. Currently it was covered by a thick padded black vinyl lid; I lifted one side of it to take a peek. Steam billowed into the room and I could feel my hair frizzing as I waited for it to clear my vision. The water looked hot, deep, and crystal clear… with the way I felt right now it took all my faculties not to strip and climb right in. I couldn’t do that! I wouldn’t mind seeing it bubble though . I stepped back to the door and studied the control panel. There wasn’t one single label on any of the buttons… I debated… then pushed them all.
When the side wall jarred silently I cringed. At last, the secret dungeon where he keeps the body parts of his past women . Rounding the hot tub I pulled the secret doorway open and… cursing myself again, peeked inside. It was too dark to see in the smallish room so I pulled my cell phone from my pocket and clicked on my flashlight app. The room lit eerily, son of a fucking bitch! It looked like my dear, sweet, romantic, gentle Carlton had enough bdsm toys to fill the Tower of London! Oh my! I wandered inside picking up a sinister leather flogger that had caught my attention. I ran my fingers around the smooth stick unconsciously as I studied his other accoutrements. He kept all of his battery operated devices in tall, red, enameled tool chests; I giggled imagining the countless mechanics that used the same ones for honest purposes. Two drawers were full of nothing but batteries, and on further inspection I noted that the single windowless room in Carlton’s apartment contained enough whips, chains and dildos to satisfy even the most needy sub… ie: me .
I felt downright giddy with excitement as I perused his Wonderland of BDSM. Crap! What was I doing? I was meandering through his private belongings as if I was Inspector Gadget. I reminded myself how ultimately rude I was being, and took one last longing glance
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