thinking about taking a part-time job at Rack's. ”
“ Doing what?”
“ I, um... I'll probably be a bondage model. I was at the club, interviewing with the manager yesterday. Just interviewing. He recruited me to take part in, um, educational public demonstrations. On safe s/m play.”
He snorted quietly, then grinned. “Educational public demonstrations, baby?”
“They would be.”
“ How often would you be working there?”
“ If there's an upcoming event I can take part in, I'm welcome to. If there are aren't, there's no pressure from anyone to 'play' anyway. Unless I say I'll be there.”
“ Feel no pressure from me, Claire. Let me know when you make up your mind.”
“ Thanks.” I tried to keep the question out of my voice.
“ Come into the office with me? We'll see if your Checklist printed out yet.”
A large, L-shaped desk occupied most of left side. It was the size of two tables, fitting two computer screens, a printer, scanner, his keyboard and a mouse. There were three bookshelves to my right, two of which were completely filled with different color binders and folders. His second desk chair was dark green and soft, in front of a sliding closet door.
“ I still don't know what you want as a Dominant.”
“ That's because you have so few limits. Most of them are limits of mine.” He quickly flipped through the pages, then back to to where he had been. “Where's the note for ' Permanent scarring ?'”
“ It basically says- To take pain that severe, I'd really have to trust my Dominant.”
“ You really do like pain,” he said, more calmly than I could make myself speak.
“ Yes, Sir.”
“ When did you realize your reaction to pain was... different?”
“ The one and only time I played baseball .”
“ Baseball?”
“ There was a nail on the field. When I dove for the ball, part of it slid into the side of my leg. I remember it freaking people out that I didn't react to... anything.”
“ How old were you? How bad was it?”
“ I was fourteen then, I think. The point went through a few layers of skin and out the other side. It wasn't deep into my leg, it was just, kind-of, lodged there for a few seconds.”
“ Like needle-play.”
I winced, thinking about it. “I don't do that. That kind of s/m play scares me a lot.”
“That's what made you notice, huh? That level of pain.”
“ That's the first time I remember thinking, 'Pain doesn't bother me, like it bothers them.' I learned to say ' ow' and react the right way.”
“ Don't do that with me. I want to know what your real limit for pain is.”
“ I worried that I was reacting differently because of nerve damage, but I went for tests in college. It's just...” I shrugged.
“ It's just that your pain tolerance is way above average?”
“ I think so. Will you let me know, Sir?”
“ Absolutely.” He went back to the first page. “You mentioned belts before. You don't have any bad experiences with them?”
“ None.”
“ You like them?”
“ For taking pain. For wearing.” I grinned at him. “There's really no bad with belts, Sir.”
I felt things in my body tighten from the excitement in his eyes. “I'm not going to rush through a first session. Not after you've waited so long. Bondage, however... I can fuck you, tied to my bed, and tell you how you're going to take pain for me next time.”
- Chapter 8 -
~ Deadly Game ~
H e barely got through three of the ways before I asked for permission to come. We hadn't even gotten around to using his belt. Belts. I had seen him put two on the bed. Then I was on my knees... the rest of what happened was still blurred when I thought back. We had agreed to meet up from Friday into Saturday. Heavy plans, when I still wasn't sure what he did. A financial adviser. I had no idea what that job title entailed.
As I had whenever I'd met someone new, and also for the club's records, I made an appointment with my
“ Doing what?”
“ I, um... I'll probably be a bondage model. I was at the club, interviewing with the manager yesterday. Just interviewing. He recruited me to take part in, um, educational public demonstrations. On safe s/m play.”
He snorted quietly, then grinned. “Educational public demonstrations, baby?”
“They would be.”
“ How often would you be working there?”
“ If there's an upcoming event I can take part in, I'm welcome to. If there are aren't, there's no pressure from anyone to 'play' anyway. Unless I say I'll be there.”
“ Feel no pressure from me, Claire. Let me know when you make up your mind.”
“ Thanks.” I tried to keep the question out of my voice.
“ Come into the office with me? We'll see if your Checklist printed out yet.”
A large, L-shaped desk occupied most of left side. It was the size of two tables, fitting two computer screens, a printer, scanner, his keyboard and a mouse. There were three bookshelves to my right, two of which were completely filled with different color binders and folders. His second desk chair was dark green and soft, in front of a sliding closet door.
“ I still don't know what you want as a Dominant.”
“ That's because you have so few limits. Most of them are limits of mine.” He quickly flipped through the pages, then back to to where he had been. “Where's the note for ' Permanent scarring ?'”
“ It basically says- To take pain that severe, I'd really have to trust my Dominant.”
“ You really do like pain,” he said, more calmly than I could make myself speak.
“ Yes, Sir.”
“ When did you realize your reaction to pain was... different?”
“ The one and only time I played baseball .”
“ Baseball?”
“ There was a nail on the field. When I dove for the ball, part of it slid into the side of my leg. I remember it freaking people out that I didn't react to... anything.”
“ How old were you? How bad was it?”
“ I was fourteen then, I think. The point went through a few layers of skin and out the other side. It wasn't deep into my leg, it was just, kind-of, lodged there for a few seconds.”
“ Like needle-play.”
I winced, thinking about it. “I don't do that. That kind of s/m play scares me a lot.”
“That's what made you notice, huh? That level of pain.”
“ That's the first time I remember thinking, 'Pain doesn't bother me, like it bothers them.' I learned to say ' ow' and react the right way.”
“ Don't do that with me. I want to know what your real limit for pain is.”
“ I worried that I was reacting differently because of nerve damage, but I went for tests in college. It's just...” I shrugged.
“ It's just that your pain tolerance is way above average?”
“ I think so. Will you let me know, Sir?”
“ Absolutely.” He went back to the first page. “You mentioned belts before. You don't have any bad experiences with them?”
“ None.”
“ You like them?”
“ For taking pain. For wearing.” I grinned at him. “There's really no bad with belts, Sir.”
I felt things in my body tighten from the excitement in his eyes. “I'm not going to rush through a first session. Not after you've waited so long. Bondage, however... I can fuck you, tied to my bed, and tell you how you're going to take pain for me next time.”
- Chapter 8 -
~ Deadly Game ~
H e barely got through three of the ways before I asked for permission to come. We hadn't even gotten around to using his belt. Belts. I had seen him put two on the bed. Then I was on my knees... the rest of what happened was still blurred when I thought back. We had agreed to meet up from Friday into Saturday. Heavy plans, when I still wasn't sure what he did. A financial adviser. I had no idea what that job title entailed.
As I had whenever I'd met someone new, and also for the club's records, I made an appointment with my
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