I'd been weak before, but this past year had changed me. Strengthened me. And things were finally looking up with having not only the modeling but also the barista position again. Not to mention I had two great roommates and a cute loft in an artsy part of the city. Plus I had Malcolm's friendship that required no commitment whatsoever.
I had too much to lose. So I resolved that I wouldn't fall for Drake's charms. That's all that they were. I was strong. I could do this.
I lasted two weeks.
But that was only because Drake didn't make it to the munch the next week. Or to Malcolm's party. And I had been asked to pick up a couple of shifts at the coffee shop the following Friday and Saturday.
I was surprised when Malcolm showed up at my apartment Sunday morning. He invited me to a special party at his house at noon. I knew that it must be important if he'd made the trip into the city just to get me. Usually, Sundays were his alone time when he got ready for the upcoming week.
Through our previous conversations, I knew that he was a high school math teacher. With Friday nights at the club and Saturdays being tied up with the munches and his parties—the latter of which he'd apparently rescheduled for this afternoon—he somehow managed to get lesson plans done and papers graded before Monday morning. How he did it all was beyond me.
He seemed so normal. I envied his ability to hide his fetishes unless he felt comfortable letting them out. To control both sides of his life so well. I was amazed that one part didn't accidentally cross over into the other. And I felt honored that he had entrusted me to keep his secrets.
He'd explained to me on more than one occasion about his past experiences within the BDSM scene. Mostly how he had decided to abandon finding a partner so he could focus on helping new Dominants enter the scene and hone their skills. He'd gotten quite the following since opening his doors a year-and-a-half ago. This party today was something he'd wanted me to experience to see if it was something, I'd be interested in. He'd planned it for the night before but had pushed it forward due to the conflict with my schedule. I wasn't sure if I should feel flattered or embarrassed.
There were several familiar faces from the club, but only one stood out. Just seeing Drake again made my heart rate quicken despite every attempt to breathe evenly. Our eyes locked, and the corner of his mouth went up. I mimicked him and sighed softly. Okay, I was smitten and he knew it.
Like the munch a few weeks back where I was introduced to needle play, there was no meal, only a short mingling time in the large main room of the basement before a presentation. The demonstrators were a couple named Jacob and Lady Heather. They were switches and alternated who controlled the session. When Lady Heather was the Dominatrix, Jacob preferred to be called her pet, and she treated him as such. It was interesting to see the role reversal with the man as the submissive. It left me more than a little aroused.
I could see what Malcolm was saying. Maybe I would feel better being the one in control. I could set the limits and decide if I wanted to be the one being whipped, as Lady Heather had suggested. While most Dominatrixes inflicted the action on their submissive or slave, they, too, could receive it themselves if they switched roles.
When the show was over, the guests trickled up the stairs. I sought out the restroom while Malcolm said farewell to his parting guests. I found him and Drake in the kitchen discussing various types of bondage, which seemed to be a fetish for Drake as well.
Somehow, the conversation took the three of us upstairs to Malcolm's bedroom on the second floor where he rooted through his chest of erotic accoutrements that was masked as a normal dresser. When Drake said he was curious about using spreader bars, Malcolm raised his eyebrow at me. I shrugged, offering to fulfill my normal role and model it.
Drake's gaze intensified.
I found myself in that same position the following Friday night. It was a long weekend for Malcolm with Spring Break starting on Monday. Instead of going to the club, Malcolm came to get me so we could play with his toys...and Drake. I modeled—fully clothed—while Drake acted out Malcolm's directions. None of it was intentionally sexual in nature, but it still turned me on.
We both stayed over, bunking up in separate guest rooms on the main level. I tossed and turned all night dreaming about Drake—who was only two doors down—and his hands gripping my hips. It had become a regular occurrence. I woke up in a sweat and had to find release with my hand.
Saturday was rainy and cold, and we continued our exploration well past lunchtime. We were trying a combination of ankle, wrist, and thigh cuffs when I asked how long one could normally be secured in a bent position. The guys looked at each other and then at me.
Malcolm ordered a pizza, and after we ate, I was positioned on my stomach on some pillows in the den with my limbs hogtied behind me, the wrist and ankle cuffs connected to the thigh cuffs while we watched a movie. I had just begun to cramp up by the time the
