| ONE YEAR LATER PART 4 ______________________________________________________________________________________ An hour later I was standing outside of what is sometimes figuratively referred to as a hole in the wall. The sign above the door said “Slave Laura’s”. I pushed the large metal door open and was assaulted with very loud 80s metal music. I took quick look around and found what I was looking for. The guy was wearing one of those tacky bondage hoods that just look silly on most people but I didn’t care, it was what was in his hand that I was most interested in. “You know how to use that thing?” I asked “Yeah,” he replied I let my purse drop to the floor and I stripped off my shirt. “Prove it.” He quickly chained my hands and feet to the device that looked like a big giant “X” and stepped back. The tip of the whip lightly stung my back. Amateur. He was underestimating me. “Harder,” I called back to him. He tried but didn’t succeed. After about ten minutes of going back and forth like that I got fed up and called him over to me. “I don’t care if you break skin…” I said angrily. “In fact I want you to.” “We don’t draw blood here – it’s a safe place,” he explained. “Then take me somewhere where you can.” He came in close to me and I could smell the blood beneath his skin. I felt my beast moving just below the surface. I had never let myself stay this close to the edge for so long. “I’ll be honest with you,” he said lowering his voice. “I’m not into anything that heavy… but I know someone who is. Do you want me to take you to him?” “Yes,” I said without thinking. ______________________________________________________________________________________ PART 5 INDEX |