The Second Day of Training with Our Mistress
We had signed the contract knowing Saturday would be worse than Friday. What we couldn’t imagine was how far she intended to take us into the woods.
We had signed the contract knowing Saturday would be worse than Friday. What we couldn’t imagine was how far she intended to take us into the woods.
When I walked into that attic with the ropes hanging from the beams, I understood that night would no longer belong to me.
I stepped through the door and heard nothing. That silence meant only one thing: tonight my Mistress was in no mood for games, and I was going to pay for every minute of her bad temper.
I wanted him to understand that no title or promotion means anything when he’s naked on my tiles, waiting for me to decide what he’s worth.
Carmen had planned everything: the basement showers, the nervous couples, and one rule only—no one was allowed to just watch from the outside.
We went in looking for a gangbang and there were only two men sitting there in towels. They had no idea how lucky they’d just gotten.
I left work in unbearable heat and decided to stop by the sauna. I had no idea that detour would end with the three of us in something much bigger.
We fell asleep naked in the sun, and when we opened our eyes four pairs of young eyes were watching us from the edge of the pool.
—Just watching, —she whispered at the club’s door. But strangers’ hands were already searching for her skin, and I couldn’t look away or stop it.
I’d gone a week without hearing from him when he waited for me after class, took me to a secluded corner, and let three strangers watch everything.
There were five of us and only one of him, but none of us left that house without screaming his name at least twice that hot weekend.
We’d been in the scene for months, but that night, between the dungeon and the club, I found out how far my wife could go when she truly let herself loose.
I got in the car thinking only about the trip. Ten minutes later, my boss was on top of me, her sister was twisting around to miss nothing, and her husband was smiling in the rearview mirror.
We went to the ER for a strange pain, but the doctor’s examination turned into something else before my eyes, and I did nothing to stop it.
After twenty-four years of marriage, Marina whispered that she only wanted to watch. Three hours later, I was watching another man drive her out of her mind.
They’d come looking for action and the club was dead. Until a shy couple showed up, not knowing what they’d walked into.
Four glasses of wine in, Rodrigo started talking. What came out of his mouth that night changed the rules between them forever.