ShotgunRelations by Ann Jacobs

way down to skin.” They were both wearing black, his
favorite color for BDSM play. Her loose skirt and the blouse with elastic
around the neck would pose no access problems, since she’d followed his order
and not worn a bra or panties. All he’d have to do was unfasten his jeans and
whip out his dick when the time came, unless he had an urge to feel skin on
skin all over. If so, his T-shirt would come off with one hard tug. Or a rip,
if he was in a big-ass hurry.
    “Thank you, Master.”
    For the first time since he’d been an
eighteen-year-old making his first visit to that club in Boston, Jack felt
uneasy. He’d been initiated into dungeon play roughly, and he’d survived. He’d
taken to the lifestyle like a duck to water, but he was a guy and a natural
exhibitionist, even though he’d almost balked at assuming the submissive role
assigned to him at first. Tonight he wanted to introduce Liz to club play in
such a way that she’d be aroused, not humiliated. He’d keep them off the stage
and make sure they avoided attracting the attention he usually enjoyed when his
fellow members stopped to watch. “If anything disturbs you, say my name and
we’ll stop.”
    “Otherwise I say nothing and follow your
lead, right Master?”
    “Pretty much. Even if you see other Doms
using them, you don’t need to worry about me using the whips and chains.
They’re part of almost every dungeon’s equipment but I’ve never been much for
causing a sub serious pain, even if the sub has asked for it. There’s something
about being trained as a lawyer that makes me cringe at the idea of assaulting
people, even with their consent.”
    She looked up at him, her expression
unconcerned. “I trust you, Master. I know you’ll give me incredible pleasure
and that you’ll never harm me.”
    “Thank you.” Her trust humbled him yet made
him want to give her sexual satisfaction greater than she’d ever known. “Come
on, let’s go inside.” When she smiled he started moving with her toward the
door. “Sometimes it gets loud in here. Buck thinks country rock makes good
background music for sex.”
    Her nervous laugh almost made him turn
around and go back to the car, but when he inserted his key card into the slot
beside the door, she pushed the door open. Before he could hold her back she
stepped inside the club. Multicolored lights flooded the public dungeon with a
rainbow of purple, red and gold in turn, to the rhythm from an instrumental
version of Desperado that blared from Buck’s prized Wurlitzer jukebox.
When Jack quickly scanned the dungeon, he saw that only a few couples and one
threesome were playing on the various furniture and equipment designed for
sensual restraint.
    “Evenin’, Jack. It’s quiet in here
tonight.” Buck Oakley looked up from the laptop on his desk.
    “Yeah, seems to be. Liz, this is Buck
Oakley, Karen’s cousin. He owns the place. Buck, Liz.”
    Buck shot a grin toward Liz. “Welcome to
the Neon Lasso. Jack, have you told her the rules?”
    “She knows nothing that goes on here leaves
here. And that all she has to do if she doesn’t like something I’m doing with
her is to say my name.”
    “You’d better read them anyhow, Liz.” Buck
shoved a paper in front of her and went over what he apparently considered
salient points before handing her a pen and pointing out where she needed to
sign. “Any questions?”
    “I think she’s got it. Can we dispense with
the rest of the legalities?” Jack knew the rules by heart. Buck knew he knew
them because he’d written them soon after joining, to keep the club on the
right side of the law.
    “I guess so. Neither of you has a camera
phone, right?” Buck looked pointedly at Liz’s loose skirt, where any number of
things might be concealed.
    “No. We left them in the car.”
    Buck grinned. “Have fun then. Don’t do
anything I wouldn’t do,” he added with a chuckle.
     
    A faint odor of incense filled Liz’s
nostrils when she stepped