As I lay bound to a torture table helplessly thrusting my hips against the empty air in an expression of my desperate arousal, I tried to figure out how I had ended up like this in the middle of a session with a client.

I didn’t have a submissive bone in my body. I didn’t even like being tied up. But somehow this client had me trembling with lust by doing just that. It’s always the fucking quiet ones.

Marcus came in to play at the very end of the shift when I had already resigned myself to being finished with work for the night. The Desk Mistress called back to the dressing room to say there was a gentleman there to see a sub. I was a Switch at that time, so even though my preferences lay in domination, I was obligated to meet him.

I sighed and dragged myself up from the warm embrace... Read More