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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: I went to the party specifically to find myself a new toy. Beel's Dungeon isn't just an interesting name for a bar. It's actually a working dungeon and they don't serve alcohol. When I got there at 9:30, the play space was still brightly lit. It'd be another 45 minutes before they dimmed the lights. The singles were doing that predatory roaming dance. I joined the line. Only a few couples were actually getting into anything interesting in the stalls. There was a lot of looking going on. This tall gal with an athlete's body kept gluing her eyes to mine and then looking away and giggling with her friends. I usually just play the game from a distance with that type, but I was in mood, ya know? So I went up to her and introduced myself. I watched her eyes get wide and her throat vibrate with a choked swallow. Her friends backed off so they could watch. She had a very short haircut, a sweet little baby doll mouth, and a thick, curvy body that made my mouth water. I held out my hand and she stared into it, then settled her palm lightly against mine. I wrapped my fingers around hers and headed for the stalls. She didn't try to pull away. I took that for a yes." -from the text. Blake C. Aarens has already shown how brilliantly she can write BDSM short fiction with her amazing WETTING THE APPETITE and with this, her second volume of short stories she shows that she can be ever better! "Stories so imaginative and playfully perverse as to shock even the most jaded, she shows her staggering ability to arouse, amaze, and astound." -M.Christian, author Dirty Words. Blake C. Aarens is an author, playwright, poet, screenwriter, and former college theatre instructor. She earned her B.A. in Rhetoric (Creative Writing) from the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, and her Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing (Playwriting) from Saint Mary's College. Her work has appeared in Penthouse Magazine, the Herotica series, Open Wide, Best Lesbian Erotica, Ach�: A Journal for Lesbians of African Descent, Switch Hitters, Best American Erotica 1993, Virgin Territory, and numerous other publications.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler,
eBookwise Release Date: September 2012

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Words: 33479
Reading time: 95-133 min.

TEACHING HER MANNERS

I went to the party specifically to find myself a new toy. Beel's Dungeon isn't just an interesting name for a bar. It's actually a working dungeon and they don't serve alcohol.

When I got there at 9:30, the play space was still brightly lit. It'd be another 45 minutes before they dimmed the lights. The singles were doing that predatory roaming dance. I joined the line. Only a few couples were actually UUgetting into anything interesting in the stalls. There was a lot of looking going on.

I walked into the lobby just in time to see a petite, brunette woman wearing nothing but a bridal veil and 4-inch, white, stiletto heels. I could have given her a wedding night she'd never forget, but when she lingered near me I picked up on her energy. Desperate and dangerous. I didn't want to work that hard to make her surrender. I wanted to find someone already ready to give it up. And I definitely wanted something with a cunt & titties attached to it. I'd dressed down for the occasion, just tight jeans with no underwear on, black suede boots, and a low-necked, white T-shirt stretched across my pecs.

I quickly got bored with all the lookers that night, and I'm not talking about beautiful people. I'm talking about the ones -- beautiful or not -- who were standing and staring in groups of two and three and four. Holding up the walls. Holding conversations. In a sex dungeon. Well, I'd been holding onto the heat between my thighs for too long. I had to find someone interested in helping me dissipate some of it.

This tall gal with an athlete's body kept gluing her eyes to mine and then looking away and giggling with her friends. I usually just play the game from a distance with that type, but I was in mood, ya know? So I went up to her and introduced myself. I watched her eyes get wide and her throat vibrate with a choked swallow. Her friends backed off so they could watch. She had a very short haircut, a sweet little baby doll mouth, and a thick, curvy body that made my mouth water. I held out my hand and she stared into it, then settled her palm lightly against mine. I wrapped my fingers around hers and headed for the stalls. She didn't try to pull away. I took that for a yes.

She had a hungry mouth, that one. Sucking on my tongue, my bottom lip, licking the inside of my mouth. She broke the contact just long enough to yank her T-shirt off. Her beautiful breasts fell against her chest and swayed. Her nipples were poking through a bra too flimsy to hold her. I ran my fingers from her earlobes to the top of her chest then pinched her nipples through the fabric of her bra. She let me do that for a moment -- earlobe to nipple and back -- while she breathed hard through her nose with her head thrown back. I thought about how lovely her neck would look with a collar on it. And then something must have snapped inside her, because before I knew it, she pulled away, ducked under my arm, and was gone. Left me with empty hands and an aching, throbbing crotch. I knew she'd been risky, but I didn't think I'd done anything to make her bolt. Except maybe let her know that my desire was for real and that it was aimed right at her. I squeezed my crotch through my jeans; my dick was warm and just hard. I put on my best saunter and left the stall. The girl was with her friends by the front door. I had to pass by them on the way to the toilet. She said something about having to move her car. I didn't respond. How'd she know it was being towed, telepathy? I kept walking. Had to carefully unzip and then stand there for long moments to will my erection down before I could take a piss. I went into the social room for a cold glass of water and a cup of ice to crunch. I remember wishing I could buy myself some beer, but the clear edge of my own horniness was a good thing. When I tilted the bottom of the cup to the ceiling to get the last ice cube, I heard somebody call my name.

"Hey, Ike!"

It was Lydia's voice. Lydia. She interned where I worked. A sweet elf of a woman. A giggle and a grin among the office cubicles. She stared at me every day when I came to work, but I couldn't tell if it was disgust or desire shading her eyes when I caught her at it. She always asked if she could go to lunch with me. Hearing her voice that night in the dungeon made me smile at the ice cube left in my cup and set it down. I turned around to see her wild raven hair, high little pointy breasts, and cat eyeglasses. She was sitting on a high ledge and there was a distinguished older woman in a suit leaning between her knees. They were both smiling at me.

"Fancy meeting you here!" I called back. I crossed the room.

As I approached, the woman said, "So this is Ike?" She spoke to Lydia and could barely look at me.

"Do I know you?" I asked. I was already wondering how I was gonna pry this obviously submissive woman from between Lydia's knees.

"Ike, this is Millie," Lydia said. "No, you don't know her. But she'd like you to."