You belong to me.”
“Yes, my Master.” She said then added, “You are the master of my heart and soul.”
For the first time in his life, he believed there were no words to describe what he was feeling. Dominic Esposito was speechless.
Chapter Fourteen
He took a few days off before they moved the low life Abuto to Jersey. They were helping him close up his house on Long Island. A big motherfucker on the North Shore of Long Island. He decided to let Shauna take him to the club she had spoken so much about. He was also interested in meeting her new client, the guy from the United Arab Emirates. Dominic hated feelings of suspicion when certain aspects didn’t add up. He valued first impressions, namely his own. He was usually right on.
For now he’d let it ride, and Shauna did tell him she had a meeting with this Ahbeeb character soon. He was coming to the shop. He’d make sure he was there. For now, he concentrated on the night ahead.
Black Ribbons and Steel was the name of the club she wanted him to experience. He wasn’t sure he was ready for the so-called BDSM club. Could he watch people having sex? That was a lame ass question; he loved porn but never had the opportunity to see it live. His wife had called him a pervert the first time he asked her to watch a porn movie with him. He did know of people who went to South America and watched live sex shows. Here in the US there were plenty of underground exhibitions, but he was a U.S. Marshal and would have to arrest them all.
These clubs were different. These were consenting adults in a private situation. No one was under age or forced into any situation. She explained the submissives had a safe word, that when said, the Dom or Domme stopped whatever they were doing or inflicting. Almost all who were serious about living the lifestyle and were committed had contracts. These contracts were very specific, and here’s where his mind was boggled. He had no idea this was such a finely structured way of life.
He’d learned since he’d been with Shauna that many people had many fetishes, some perfectly harmless, others quite disgusting. Here, people met, no money exchanged hands, this wasn’t sex for sale. They made their money selling equipment, clothing, BDSM apparatus, and they offered a service to construct private dungeons, much like having your basement finished. There was no law against that. Some states still hadn’t formally repealed their laws against sexual activity among consenting adult, or hadn’t revised them to accurately reflect their true scope, so these clubs closely screened their members.
Dominic was put through the wringer. When Shauna had first brought up the question of him attending, he immediately told her no. As time went on, and their relationship evolved, his thoughts began to change; his needs along with them. Tonight he’d experience firsthand what the club had to offer.
“I love the suit,” she told him. “You look spectacular.” She’d picked the suit out for him carefully. Dark gray pinstripes, not one he would have considered, but now that he had it on he had to agree it was commanding. He had to laugh. She was so into his dominant nature.
Shauna made him realize his needs, in and out of bed. She made him see what he wanted in a relationship. Her moods suited his. She was very sexual, and the attraction was mutual. They couldn’t be in a room together for very long without fucking. At first, he was surprised and thought she was doing it to please him. Then the little games began and the role playing. Shauna enjoyed being who she was and kept herself in amazing shape. For her it was all part of the game.
Her body was amazing, but she worked hard at keeping it that way. She went to the gym daily, pedicures, waxing, and manicures were a regime she enjoyed and didn’t miss. She loved fashion, owned her own dress shop, and had phenomenal taste.
Because of her influence on him, the change in him was noticeable,
“Yes, my Master.” She said then added, “You are the master of my heart and soul.”
For the first time in his life, he believed there were no words to describe what he was feeling. Dominic Esposito was speechless.
Chapter Fourteen
He took a few days off before they moved the low life Abuto to Jersey. They were helping him close up his house on Long Island. A big motherfucker on the North Shore of Long Island. He decided to let Shauna take him to the club she had spoken so much about. He was also interested in meeting her new client, the guy from the United Arab Emirates. Dominic hated feelings of suspicion when certain aspects didn’t add up. He valued first impressions, namely his own. He was usually right on.
For now he’d let it ride, and Shauna did tell him she had a meeting with this Ahbeeb character soon. He was coming to the shop. He’d make sure he was there. For now, he concentrated on the night ahead.
Black Ribbons and Steel was the name of the club she wanted him to experience. He wasn’t sure he was ready for the so-called BDSM club. Could he watch people having sex? That was a lame ass question; he loved porn but never had the opportunity to see it live. His wife had called him a pervert the first time he asked her to watch a porn movie with him. He did know of people who went to South America and watched live sex shows. Here in the US there were plenty of underground exhibitions, but he was a U.S. Marshal and would have to arrest them all.
These clubs were different. These were consenting adults in a private situation. No one was under age or forced into any situation. She explained the submissives had a safe word, that when said, the Dom or Domme stopped whatever they were doing or inflicting. Almost all who were serious about living the lifestyle and were committed had contracts. These contracts were very specific, and here’s where his mind was boggled. He had no idea this was such a finely structured way of life.
He’d learned since he’d been with Shauna that many people had many fetishes, some perfectly harmless, others quite disgusting. Here, people met, no money exchanged hands, this wasn’t sex for sale. They made their money selling equipment, clothing, BDSM apparatus, and they offered a service to construct private dungeons, much like having your basement finished. There was no law against that. Some states still hadn’t formally repealed their laws against sexual activity among consenting adult, or hadn’t revised them to accurately reflect their true scope, so these clubs closely screened their members.
Dominic was put through the wringer. When Shauna had first brought up the question of him attending, he immediately told her no. As time went on, and their relationship evolved, his thoughts began to change; his needs along with them. Tonight he’d experience firsthand what the club had to offer.
“I love the suit,” she told him. “You look spectacular.” She’d picked the suit out for him carefully. Dark gray pinstripes, not one he would have considered, but now that he had it on he had to agree it was commanding. He had to laugh. She was so into his dominant nature.
Shauna made him realize his needs, in and out of bed. She made him see what he wanted in a relationship. Her moods suited his. She was very sexual, and the attraction was mutual. They couldn’t be in a room together for very long without fucking. At first, he was surprised and thought she was doing it to please him. Then the little games began and the role playing. Shauna enjoyed being who she was and kept herself in amazing shape. For her it was all part of the game.
Her body was amazing, but she worked hard at keeping it that way. She went to the gym daily, pedicures, waxing, and manicures were a regime she enjoyed and didn’t miss. She loved fashion, owned her own dress shop, and had phenomenal taste.
Because of her influence on him, the change in him was noticeable,
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