this is
your first time in a club as a submissive you need to understand that any sign
of rebellion, disrespect or rudeness will not be tolerated. If any of this
occurs your Dom will call a halt to the session and you’ll be escorted out of
the club. Another invitation will not be issued. Do you understand these terms
as I’ve explained them?”
Though his voice had changed from naughty sex toy to
corporate lawyer Aria still picked up the absolute sincerity of his tone.
Everything he told her was nothing she hadn’t read about on the few real BDSM
sites she’d found. “Yes, I understand.”
“Good, then please describe the type of Dom you’re
interested in. Man or woman?”
“Oh absolutely a man. I’m not into women at all.”
“Very good.” The Operator sounded matter-of-fact as she
listened to the clatter of keys as he typed something. Who knew Dom/s hookups
were this technical? “What else?”
“Someone around my own age. I have nothing against older or
younger men, but not in a sexual context. It would definitely help if I found
him attractive.”
The Operator snorted in laughter. “I should say so.”
His little sign of humanity gave her the courage to
continue. “Like I said, I want to be dominated, but not humiliated. I’m an
independent person in every sense, but I want to let go and just be in the
bedroom. Does that make any sense?”
“Of course it does and I have the perfect man in mind. He’s
not into slaves, has never been known to share and is looking for a female
willing to be taught about the real BDSM lifestyle.” The sexy humor dropped
from his voice as he continued. “The BDSM life is about trust and respect, no
one makes another do anything against their will. There will be no eating off
floors, sharing or anything else popular culture has gotten wrong. Trust and
respect, remember those two words and your time with the BDSM scene will be
fine.”
“ The real lifestyle ?” she parroted, wondering what he
could mean. “I’m sorry. I’m so new to this I still have that plastic smell.
There is no disrespect intended…to anyone. I’m trying to find my footing
without burying myself in the meantime.”
The Operator laughed again and those damn tingles started
all over again. “True BDSM has many faces and only a handful involve submerging
yourself 24/7. I think what you’re looking for is more in line of light
bondage, some anal play and possibly light flogging.”
Shocked, Aria pulled the phone away from her ear to stare at
it with what she knew to be a stupid expression on her face. How did he know
that? Was her apartment bugged? Feeling more nervous than when she’d made the
call, Aria put the phone back to her ear. “Um, how did you do that?”
“I am the Operator. It’s my job to know what you need and
make sure you find the perfect person to give it to you.” The dark voice rang
with sincerity that calmed her nerves quicker than a bottle of her favorite
chocolate wine.
“Okay then, let’s say you’re right—”
“I am right,” he shot back smugly.
“Fine, you are right. Then what? What do I do next? Call you
up and get lessons? Is this an hourly charge or something because I’d hate to
have a million-dollar cell phone bill? How the hell would I explain that to my
CPA? I mean his name is Leonard. Can you really see a Leonard understanding my
trip to the dark side?” She babbled again, wondering just how far she was
willing to go with this. Talking to a strange sexy voice on the phone was one
thing, but to act out her most clandestine, darkest desires? Well, that had better
involve something a bit stronger than her favorite chocolaty Merlot.
“You really are a virgin, aren’t you?” He laughed and she
could hear the sound of leather creaking and pictured him leaning back in some
expensive black leather chair with the phone tucked in between his neck and
ear. “No, this isn’t being charged to your mobile carrier. You do remember you
dialed an 800
your first time in a club as a submissive you need to understand that any sign
of rebellion, disrespect or rudeness will not be tolerated. If any of this
occurs your Dom will call a halt to the session and you’ll be escorted out of
the club. Another invitation will not be issued. Do you understand these terms
as I’ve explained them?”
Though his voice had changed from naughty sex toy to
corporate lawyer Aria still picked up the absolute sincerity of his tone.
Everything he told her was nothing she hadn’t read about on the few real BDSM
sites she’d found. “Yes, I understand.”
“Good, then please describe the type of Dom you’re
interested in. Man or woman?”
“Oh absolutely a man. I’m not into women at all.”
“Very good.” The Operator sounded matter-of-fact as she
listened to the clatter of keys as he typed something. Who knew Dom/s hookups
were this technical? “What else?”
“Someone around my own age. I have nothing against older or
younger men, but not in a sexual context. It would definitely help if I found
him attractive.”
The Operator snorted in laughter. “I should say so.”
His little sign of humanity gave her the courage to
continue. “Like I said, I want to be dominated, but not humiliated. I’m an
independent person in every sense, but I want to let go and just be in the
bedroom. Does that make any sense?”
“Of course it does and I have the perfect man in mind. He’s
not into slaves, has never been known to share and is looking for a female
willing to be taught about the real BDSM lifestyle.” The sexy humor dropped
from his voice as he continued. “The BDSM life is about trust and respect, no
one makes another do anything against their will. There will be no eating off
floors, sharing or anything else popular culture has gotten wrong. Trust and
respect, remember those two words and your time with the BDSM scene will be
fine.”
“ The real lifestyle ?” she parroted, wondering what he
could mean. “I’m sorry. I’m so new to this I still have that plastic smell.
There is no disrespect intended…to anyone. I’m trying to find my footing
without burying myself in the meantime.”
The Operator laughed again and those damn tingles started
all over again. “True BDSM has many faces and only a handful involve submerging
yourself 24/7. I think what you’re looking for is more in line of light
bondage, some anal play and possibly light flogging.”
Shocked, Aria pulled the phone away from her ear to stare at
it with what she knew to be a stupid expression on her face. How did he know
that? Was her apartment bugged? Feeling more nervous than when she’d made the
call, Aria put the phone back to her ear. “Um, how did you do that?”
“I am the Operator. It’s my job to know what you need and
make sure you find the perfect person to give it to you.” The dark voice rang
with sincerity that calmed her nerves quicker than a bottle of her favorite
chocolate wine.
“Okay then, let’s say you’re right—”
“I am right,” he shot back smugly.
“Fine, you are right. Then what? What do I do next? Call you
up and get lessons? Is this an hourly charge or something because I’d hate to
have a million-dollar cell phone bill? How the hell would I explain that to my
CPA? I mean his name is Leonard. Can you really see a Leonard understanding my
trip to the dark side?” She babbled again, wondering just how far she was
willing to go with this. Talking to a strange sexy voice on the phone was one
thing, but to act out her most clandestine, darkest desires? Well, that had better
involve something a bit stronger than her favorite chocolaty Merlot.
“You really are a virgin, aren’t you?” He laughed and she
could hear the sound of leather creaking and pictured him leaning back in some
expensive black leather chair with the phone tucked in between his neck and
ear. “No, this isn’t being charged to your mobile carrier. You do remember you
dialed an 800
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