The Girl On The Bus by Raven McAllan
Julia ran out on Tay five
years ago, so she can't be the woman he sees on the bus. However,
when she ends up being the one taking notes at his meeting, he knows
he will move heaven and earth to make her his once more.
Will she agree, or will
she run again?
Be Warned: BDSM, public
exhibition, spanking
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Once inside the room, which as
far as Julia could see, was empty except for a bed, Mister T gripped
her by the chin. "What is the first thing you thought when you
came inside?"
Julia answered him without
thinking about it. "Is that all?"
His shout of laughter rumbled
through her, and his hand on her hair sent zaps of hot hard arousal
to her clit and pussy.
"Well we can't have that,
can we? A disappointed sub. Now I wonder what we should do?"
Going on instinct, Julia knelt
awkwardly in front of him—she'd done her research on line—put her
hands behind her and bent her head.
"Please, sir." To her
annoyance her voice shook and she cleared her throat. "I want to
learn."
"What, pet? What do you want
to learn?"
Julia swallowed. "Whatever
you wish to show me, sir." Then she remembered one of the books
she'd read. "Within my safe words."
He'd laughed. "Clever, pet.
What are they and what do they mean?"
"Red, stop now. We may
discuss why I'm calling red but until we do its non-negotiable.
Yellow, I'm not sure about what's happening, and maybe we need to
discuss it further. And green, oh yes, I'm very happy let's carry
on."
He crouched in front of her and
kissed her nose. "That seems to cover it. Well sub, I'm
considered to be best at wax play. Are you willing to let me show you
the beauty therein?"
Those words spoken in his velvet
voice made her ream coat her pussy and thighs and the hairs on her
arms stand up.
"Yes, Sir. Please, Sir."
The salutation seemed so easy to say, and so normal to her, that it
rolled of her tongue automatically.
What followed became the most
special and mind blowing time of her life. It was all well and good
saying no sex, but it had been sexual in its own way.
Tay showed her with both diagrams
and pictures what would happen. Then asked her to sign yet more
disclaimers, before telling her to shower to remove all lotions and
perfumes.
When she'd exited the shower, a
tall smiling woman waited for her. Julia blushed. She might not be
ashamed of her hourglass figure, but she wasn't used to flaunting it.
"Master T said would you put
this on, please? He reckoned you'd not be happy dressed just in a
thong as he'd prefer." She'd passed a bikini to Julia who looked
at it doubtfully. It was so tiny, Julia reckoned she'd be lucky to
get her nipple covered by the top, it looked to be an AA cup and she
was a DD. The bottom wasn't much better, but at least it covered her
bush.
The other woman, "Call me
Callie," giggled as Julia blushed. The way Callie’s face
crinkled up, made her look much more approachable and ten years
younger. Julia realized she was around the same age as herself.
"Master T?" Julia asked
as she struggled to dress in the bikini without dropping the towel.
"Does he ever go mask-less?"
Callie shook her head. "Nope,
but he's so good no one worries. Look, honey, it's obviously you're
like a newborn babe here. Believe me, no one will bother about your
body, except to see the marks of your Sir or Master on it. For
hygiene's sake, if you carry on you'll shave or wax your pussy, it's
preferred, and you'll get used to being mainly unclothed. It's no
biggie. Right, you're playing in private, but I'm dungeon master for
you. Master T thought you'd be happier with a woman around."
The following hour had been eye
opening, enlightening, and mind blowing.
"I'm tying you down, pet,
for your own safety," Tay told her. "Color?"
"Green, Sir." Okay she
didn't know how she felt about not having the chance to move, but
then she trusted him to know best. Behind him, Callie leaned against
the wall ever watchful. So she did have a get out of jail card.
Once the first drop of wax hit
her chest, the intense sting was followed by a flush of arousal so
strong Julia almost came there and then. At the stern, "do not
come until I say so", she bit her lip, regulating her breathing
instead. She flew. Nothing existed except each soft drop of wax, his
quiet praise, and the way she was detached and watching herself flush
and blossom.
He tapped her mound gently and
spoke in his sex on legs voice. "Fly, pet. Come for me now,
Silver, show me how you let go."
Raven Bio
Raven lives in Scotland, along
with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the
nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the
settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life
with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say
nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
Her very understanding, and
long-suffering DH, is used to his questions unanswered, the dust
bunnies greeting him as he walks through the door, and rescuing
burned offerings from the Aga. (And passing her a glass of wine as
she types furiously.)
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