Kate and I had been in conversation for a good few months, each learning more about what they wanted from this dark connection.
Why had it started? Well, the 35 year old professional female, building site safety inspector, was getting tired of the same old same old. Family to sort for uniforms, food, bill paying, studying for exams towards further qualifications, and a bloody husband who had little to no imagination in the personal relationship department.
The contact happened, after a particularly frustrating, personal, under the duvet chat that she’d had with Laurence. I learnt later that she called him Lol, for short. He thought it was a cuddly pet name, but her reason for using it was that he was becoming a laughingstock. They’d talked about darker thoughts. She dared to mention being able to be wrist cuffed, with maybe a blindfold, and got carried away by mentioning a ball gag too. Laurence was agog, eyes almost on stalks as he leaned over her and detecting rising, hardening nipples against his naked chest.
“And then would you…” she hesitated, and dropped her voice to a whisper, “put me over your lap and spank me?”
My God! You’d have thought she was asking the earth of him.
“Spank you?” His incredulous voice went up an octave. “What…? Where does this idea come from?” his voicing descending back to normal frequency. The rollercoaster voice, in response to not believing what he’d heard.
“Well, Lol,” she started, like she was his mum explaining something way beyond his comprehension. “It may not have come to your notice before, darling, but unbeknownst to you, I like the feeling, and I’d like you to explore the idea with me,please.”
As the duvet was flicked back and Laurence exited the bed, heading for the bathroom and mumbling something about a freak, Kate dared to call after him, “I take that as a definite no, then?”
He stopped in the doorway and turned. “Kate, there’s no way I could do your bidding. You’re so beautiful, precious and so perfect, I’d be frightened of hurting you. This is so off the beam. Where’s it come from?”
“Go, if you’re going,” she huffed after him. He turned and went. The shower door slid closed. All she wanted was a kind of understanding from her closest male, but it seemed like it was becoming too much to ask.
Her unmarried friend, Jen, had been to a club, with her own boyfriend, a few weeks previously. It wasn’t just a dance and drink club. Jen had read around the fetish scene and discovered a relatively local place where you could go and get changed into role playing settings. Whilst there, she’d spotted a dungeon area, well supervised and darkly thrilling. Jen, told Kate about what she’d seen and dared to say that she’d been a kitten all evening with big fluffy ears on a head band, collar and leash at her throat, and the most beautiful, matching, bushy tail connected to a butt plug. Kate, envious of her friend’s understanding bf, had already liked the feel of being a little different. She’d slapped her own backside a time or two, when she had the house to herself some Saturday afternoon, when Lol was out at sports. She knew how the sting made her feel. She knew the pleasure that a table tennis bat, flicked lightly between open, spread thighs, had on her naked body, posed in the utility room; cool air raising goosebumps in all kinds of places across her anatomy. She felt the excitement, the surge of tingling between her upper, inner thighs, and the throb! O…M…G, the throb! So her mind was just hoping, just slightly hoping, that her better half, might oblige, and help. Some hope.
The frustration of the rejection didn’t leave her. She knew it wouldn’t, as she strode across the approach to her latest site visit, a few days later. She felt the eyes of hunky, bare golden chested builders with yellow vests, watching her every step, in her steel capped work boots incongruous against her deep purple business suit. The only match was the hard hat. She must stay focused on the inspection. It was so difficult. Word association jumped the gap between this “normal” working atmosphere, and the alternative lifestyle desire that haunted her whenever she let her guard down. The steel scaffolding would take chains, and shackles, inspection would be something that she’d love to explore, with her being the inspected. As for role play…she must do something about this. It can’t be left to wander aimlessly around her head. But where? Take Lol to the club with Jen and bf? Dead in the water. Don’t even go there. She decided that she was married to a prude.
At home, later that evening, when food was consumed, the house reasonably tidy, Lol watching a midweek football match, kids on games consoles in their rooms, Kate sat with her laptop, going through preparation of a upcoming module for studying.
Thoughts returned to the afternoon. Fingers slightly trembling, she opened a new private window on the machine. Just a quick look wouldn’t hurt. Google flashed up…and she typed the three words from the afternoon;“inspection, shackles, spank”. She hoped to God that Lol was totally distracted by the match. There were images of shackles in side adverts. But her mouth went dry and her jaw nearly dropped, as she gazed down the list, on the left of the screen. One even said, “rough, dom, spank, fishnets, teen, booty, ass, leather, ... verified couples, frisking, feet, handcuffs, jail bondage, shackles, big tits.”
Shit! Her palms went clammy. Saucers replaced her half closed eyes. She hoped her cheeks weren’t burning with embarrassment. But hell, why not look? Lol wasn’t up for this.
She texted Jen.
“Hi. Big ask, but don’t ask. What’s a dom.🙈”
A moment later, the reply.
“What u up 2”
“Spill, pretty plz. Might tell “
“Dom was at the dungeon, like controlling, making stuff happen for sub.”
“Who was sub”
“Female, allowed him to do things with her.”
“Where to find one”
“U drinking”
“Nope…serious intent”
“Can call n chat”
“NO! Lol on sofa. I’m studying”
“😂. What subject”
“Distracted. Need direction”
“Try bdsm”
“What👀👀”
“To find dom”
And that’s how we began talking, typing, as she was “studying”. Lol suspected nothing. She’d given up on his apathy and slowly began to talk about her thoughts and how she felt different, but so knew that with the right person, she might achieve the satisfaction that burned through her soul.
