The thing about being a bouncer is that you have to sit outside while all the customers pass through the doors and into a night of fun.

This is especially true about being a bouncer at a BDSM club. I see the pretties go in. I imagine what happens next and wonder which ones are dommes, which ones are subs. That’s usually easy enough to guess from their attire. But since I check IDs and keep track of the guest list, I’ve always been on the outside of the fun with the kinky guests — until…

Recently, as the club finished emptying at closing time, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see one of the women I’d pegged immediately as a sub standing next to me. Actually, I’d noticed her over the past few weekends. She stood out from the rest of the crowd to me. There was a yearning that emanated from her, a way she looked at me that made me want to fulfill her every fantasy.

On this night, she was dressed in a sheer black blouse and a tiny whisper of fabric that was pretending to be a black miniskirt. That fabric swatch didn’t have me fooled. Her long legs were adorned with black fishnets, and she wore knee-high boots made of shiny vinyl. The outfit could have gone domme or sub; it was her attitude that made me think she lived to serve.

“Excuse me,” she said, and I waited. “I noticed you when I arrived,” she continued. Oh, yeah. This girl was a sub. From her high ponytail to the tips of her boots. She was begging to be put in her place, and I knew in my heart I was the man to put her there. But I didn’t make things easy for her. Why would I? My nature meant I wanted to see how far she’d go.

“Are you off duty now?” she asked. She was trembling a little, but it wasn’t cold out. Was she nervous? I forced myself not to smile. I wanted to, though. I wanted to smile at her and wrap her up in my arms and whisper all sorts of dirty things to her. I wanted to tell her that at my house I had leather thongs, blindfolds and wicked devices. But I was enjoying myself. After sitting outside all evening and watching the parade of kinksters pass by, our encounter was the most exciting thing I could have imagined.

“My shift just ended,” I told her. Still, I wasn’t easy on her. If she wanted something from me, she would have to find the words to ask for it. She leaned a little closer. I got a whiff of her perfume, a spicy scent that fed my hunger, but I’m a pro. I kept my face impassive.

“I’ve been coming here for three weeks now,” she said. “And I always sort of flirt with you.”

“Yeah,” I agreed with her. She did.

“But you’ve never asked me out.”

“I’m on the job.”

“But you’re off now.”

I waited.

“The thing is” — she continued in a rush, as if she had to get the words out fast — “I haven’t found anyone who’s my type in there. But you are. Exactly.”

I looked her up and down. She was being forward, and she seemed to read the critique in my eyes.

“How else was I going to get your attention?” she asked. “You don’t get to go inside.”

That was true.

“But you could come home with me,” she offered.
That’s how we ended up at her house. She was docile all the way there, and when we arrived, she put the key in my hand. What did I think I’d find on the inside? Not what I discovered. The girl had her own dungeon in the bedroom. There were spreader bars and cuffs, a blindfold, a cat-o’-nine-tails. Her place rivaled my own.

“I’m particular,” she said, “and you’re exactly what I’ve been looking for. I watch how you check your list. And the thing is, I’ve got a list, too.”

“What’s on yours?” I asked, curious in spite of myself.

“Exactly what you’ve got. That no-nonsense attitude, like you don’t take shit from anyone. Like you could put a bad girl in her place.”

“And you’re a bad girl?” I didn’t really need to ask. She’d picked me up, after all. I understood exactly what she wanted.

She licked her bottom lip and looked me up and down but did not answer.

“I expect an answer when I ask a question,” I informed her.

She blushed, but she smiled at the same time. “Yes,” she said, “so bad.”

“Show me,” I told her. At my words, she stripped out of her clothes while I watched, and then she lay back on the bed and started to finger her pussy.

“None of that,” I admonished. “Not unless I say you can.”

“I can’t help myself,” she said. “You turn me on.”

I grabbed her handcuffs and took care of the problem right away.

“Safeword?” I asked her.

“Bouncer,” she said.

Now I was the one to grin. We were well matched, this minx and me. I flipped her easily onto her stomach, and I admired her rounded ass cheeks before letting her feel my palm meet her left buttock. She gasped but didn’t cry out. I spanked her on the other side. She moaned and pushed her pussy against the mattress.

“None. Of. That.” I repeated myself. This time, I tugged her ponytail for emphasis. Then I let my fingers find the split of her body, and I discovered exactly how perfectly matched we truly were. She was dripping wet. My fingers came away coated with her nectar. I spread her honey on her own lips and then kissed her mouth clean. Next, I rummaged through her various devices for the perfect toy. I started whipping her with a pink suede flogger, and she easily accepted every lash. I didn’t work her too hard or too fast. We were only getting to know each other, after all. We could delve into all sorts of more intense pain in the future. On that night, I made her count each stroke, delivering the greatest sting with the tenth blow. She shouted out, “Ten,” and I took off my clothes and joined her on the mattress. She’d definitely earned the orgasm I planned to give her. My cock pounded her cunt with a hard, fast-paced series of thrusts, and my hand worked her clit to match the rhythm of our fucking. She balanced her upper body easily, even with her wrists cuffed, and she whipped her ponytail back and forth as I pounded her.

When she was on the brink, she asked for permission to come. I could hardly deny her, as I was on the verge myself.

“May I please?” she asked in a harsh whisper. “Please may I come?”

“Together,” I told her, and I let myself go as she climaxed around my dick, milking me with her pussy muscles until we were both spent. Then I unlocked the cuffs on her wrists and held her close as we caught our breath before round two.

I do have my own list of what I like in a lady — and she met every last item on it.

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