Chapter 7 #4
I have my laptop open and am logged in. I then start my research of what it means to be a submissive in a Dom/Sub relationship.
Some of the things I find scare the hell out of me, and there is no way I would let any man on this green earth do those things to me, way too much kink for me.
But there are things I am interested in possibly pursuing.
Who knew that John Logan, the kick-ass boot camp instructor, ex-army, and hot as hell man was into being a Dom.
Hell, he has women falling all over him everywhere he goes, at least that is the rumor from Sara.
I wonder if he turned her down, and that is why she despises him so much.
I will have to find out, but I will have to figure out how to approach the subject without her suspecting that I am involved with Logan.
My eyes start to get heavy, so I close everything on my laptop, log out and shut it down for the evening.
I close my eyes, and I am off to dreamland.
My dreams hit me hard and so realistic. I am being led into a room, after passing several people in open rooms doing things with whips that looked like they hurt like a bitch.
“Gia, eyes down or you will receive a punishment,” Logan states.
“Yes, Sir, I am sorry, Sir,” I reply, but I can’t keep my eyes off of what is happening in these rooms. The strange thing is the person on the receiving end of the whipping is moaning and orgasming with total enjoyment.
How is that even possible? I am way over my head here.
Logan walks me into a room and closes the door.
He then walks over to a chair and sits down.
I am standing there like a fish out of water, having no idea what I am supposed to be doing.
Logan smiles and in his deep voice tells me to strip and lay over his knee.
I stand there for a moment, and I know that I have a look on my face wondering why I agreed to this. I can’t do it; I just can’t.
“Gia, look at me, little girl, take a deep breath and just look at me and follow my instructions or you will be punished,” he commands.
“I can’t Logan, I think this was a mistake. I want to go home.”
“Gia, do you trust me? Please take off your clothes and lay over my lap.”
I finally comply, I did agree to this, and you only live once.
My old sexual experiences never brought me any type of pleasure, so what the heck?
I remove my clothes and slowly walk to Logan.
He has taken off his shirt, and I stare at his muscled, toned, and tanned body.
He has removed his hair from the ponytail he had it in, and it falls over his shoulders.
What a specimen of a man he is, and what woman wouldn’t comply with his every command?
“Gia, the first thing you have to do is trust your Dom. I would never hurt you; my job is to care for you and help you understand the way of a Submissive, do you understand?”
I nod my head, and immediately I get a swat on my ass. “Ouch, what the hell, Logan?”
“I told you earlier to use your words, and because you didn’t when I asked you a question, that swat was your punishment. Also, I am Sir when we are in the club, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir, I understand, but it still hurt.”
“Well, your ass is a beautiful shade of pink right now, and I am sure there will be more of that soon enough. Now, I want you on your knees in front of me,” he commands.
I comply and then I am told to unzip his pants and remove his penis. Does this man ever wear underwear? Not that I am complaining, mind you, easy access and all.
“Now take me, Gia, all the way; service me until I come.”
Taking Logan all the way is a chore due to his size.
I wonder if there is a way I can practice so that the next time, I won’t be a disappointment.
I start to gag, and Logan tells me to breathe and go slower.
I comply, and after about fifteen minutes, I have relaxed.
Logan is starting to fuck my mouth, and I no longer have control of the situation. He is moving at his own pace.
“Beautiful, look at me. I am going to come in your mouth, and you will drink every last drop, do you understand? If you do, just nod.”
I nod, and then he does one last push of his dick in my mouth, and he grunts and moans. All the while I am watching this beautiful man giving me something that no other man has.
My alarm goes off, and I wake up, very disoriented.
I have never had a dream that seemed so real.
I really need to take care of myself, so I roll over to the night stand and grab my vibrator, and as I finger myself, I realize I came in my sleep, but I still have the need to feel something in my vagina, so I finish up with my vibrator, wanting to scream my head off.
Since I am not sure whether Sara is home or not, I keep my mouth closed and just quietly moan, holy shit.
Logan
Saturday at the gym flew by. I watch Gia disappear out the door, but not before Marco once again hits on her.
Yeah, that shit needs to stop. He saunters over to the desk and watches the last of the ladies who stayed behind after the last yoga class to work on some of the machines leave.
I can see the attraction; those little tight outfits they wear don’t leave much to the imagination.
“I don’t know Logan, I know Andy frowns on staff dating, but Gia is one fine lady, and I bet she would be very flexible in bed. I watched the class for a bit, and she does some poses that I can see using in the bedroom.”
I take a deep breath so I don’t climb over the desk and pound him into the ground.
“Hell yeah, I understand, but that rule is in place for a reason. Just think if you start dating one of the girls, and shit hits the fan and they file a sexual harassment claim against you because they are pissed, not cool for you.”
He nodded and then indicated that all the guys were going to a new club and asked if I was interested.
I tell him no, explaining that I already have plans, and then he nods and walks away.
I really didn’t have any plans, but I was thinking maybe I should talk with Butch about his offer for security at the club.
I watch the last patron leave, and I lock up, turn on voicemail for the main line, and head upstairs to take a shower and change before I leave for the club.
When I arrive at The Velvet Playroom, I am buzzed in.
There is a new girl at the front desk, so I introduce myself and sign in.
I ask her where I can find Butch, and she suggests that he is possibly in Cosimo’s office.
I thank her and headed back to the office.
I knock, and I hear Cosimo’s voice asking me to enter.
“Well, John Logan, how long has it been? You join the club, get our Subs all hot and bothered, and then stop coming? The Subs miss you very much,” Cosimo says. Cosimo then motions for me to sit in the second guest chair next to Butch. “Drink?”
I nod, and then he pours a generous two fingers of his signature bourbon, Woodford Reserve. We all take a sip and then, being the businessman that he is, he asks me if I have thought over Butch’s offer to run security.
“I have, and I just wanted to come by and work out the logistics. I work at the gym until 8:00 p.m. 6 nights a week, one of which I am in charge of closing. What hours were you thinking?”
“This place is slow until after 9:00 p.m. most nights, so let’s say Wednesday through Saturday, 9:00 p.m. to 1:00 a.m. We could start there and change them as needed. When do you think you could start?”
“Well, how about Wednesday? I could come in tomorrow night to go over everything that is in place currently and watch the other security guys’ routines. Will that work for you Butch?”
“Perfect. I can show you the security room, and where the cameras are located, etc. I will get a security code set up for you that gives you access to all the rooms in the club. I’m glad you can help us out.
Maddie and I really need some time together, between our jobs, and this place, I haven’t been able to give her the time she needs.
An unhappy Sub isn’t something anyone needs. ”
We all start laughing, boy, don’t we know it.
After the meeting, Butch and I head out into the club for a drink and some conversation.
About fifteen minutes later, Susan saunters up to me in a drop-dead outfit, holy shit.
She proceeds to lean on the bar and whispers in my ear.
“Hey stranger, where have you been? Nice seeing you at the gym today, still one fine Dom if you don’t mind me saying Sir. ”
“Hello Susan, is that anyway to greet a Dom?” I ask. She immediately stands up straight and lowers her eyes. “No Sir, I am sorry Sir. I have just missed you so much.”
Maybe this is what I need tonight, to take care of a Sub and dole out some discipline. “Susan, I want you to go over to the spanking bench and prepare yourself.”
“Yes Sir, right away Sir.”
“Well, you just made her one happy Sub,” Butch states.
“Someone needs to keep her in check,” I tell him.
With that we shake hands, and I make my way to the spanking bench down the hall.
When I arrive, Susan has positioned herself on the bench, already removing her barely-there leather skirt, and is waiting for her punishment.
There is a small group of Dom’s and Subs that have stopped to watch.
Some of the Subs look as if they are new to the club, and I can see some hesitation in their eyes.
I explained to the group that this Sub addressed me out of turn, and for that she should be punished.
I could see a few of the Dom’s whispering to their Subs, probably explaining the circumstances surrounding the discipline.
“Are you ready for your punishment?”
“Yes Sir, I am sorry Sir, it won’t happen again Sir.”
I walk to the wall and grab a leather flogger. I ask Susan again if she is ready, and she nods her head.
“Words Susan, or I will add ten more swats.”
“Yes Sir, I am ready for my punishment.”
With that, I don’t hesitate and start to dole out each strike, being careful not to break the skin, but to let the Sub know I mean this as a punishment and not something to enjoy.
After the last strike, I turned around to look at the new Subs in the group.
One of the Subs has her head hidden in her Dom’s chest, that guy has a lot of work to do.
She probably won’t make it from my experience.
I help Susan up, and she thanks me, and then walks away.
Thank goodness she isn’t one of the clingy Subs at the club.
I walk over and speak to a few of the Doms that were present, explaining that I have been asked to be the new head of security so Master Butch can have a little bit more free time.
We say our goodbyes, and I head back to the bar for a cup of coffee before heading home.
That felt good, and I think taking this job might help me get back into the swing of it.
I really hope Gia is open to trying this lifestyle.
That woman never leaves my mind, and working with her and not touching her, is driving me crazy.