He framed her head with his hands and pulled her face so he could look into her eyes. “Please,” he pleaded before he took her lips in a persuasive kiss.
The things this man did to her, how could she resist giving him anything he wanted? She couldn’t. Smiling and wrapping her arms around his neck, she answered, “Yes,” against his lips.
The kiss continued for several long minutes before Tim broke it and held her, rubbing her back.
“Come on. It’s just us in here. Let’s go play.” Tim walked her to the locker room. “I put a bag in your locker with what I want you to wear. Put that, and only that, on. Then come out. If I’m not here, wait for me. Do not move from this spot. If you do, I will punish you.” He was in Dom mode and looking forward to playing. He had been slowly introducing her to BDSM, and they had watched a few scenes but nothing extreme yet. He knew she wasn’t ready for those types of things.
The outfit he had chosen was perfect for what he had in mind. Not that she would be wearing it long. He planned to get her naked as soon as he could but knew she would not be comfortable coming out of the locker room unclothed, even though it was just the two of them. Even at his house she refused to be naked, always afraid that someone would knock on the door or look in a window.
He had told her it was fine, and as an example, he often went without clothes in the house, but she was not comfortable with it, so he didn’t do it often. He hoped that over time she would get used to it.
Chapter Twelve
Tasha felt a little trepidation as she went to change. She knew in her heart that Tim would never hurt her, but fear of the unknown was hard to overcome. Watching a few scenes with Tim on her breaks, he had always made sure to explain everything that was going on, and she often spoke with the participants afterward.
She knew that the club charter contained the words “safe, sane, and consensual,” and had seen people removed from the club for breaking it. It didn’t happen often, but if someone hurt another person, or was doing something without consent, they were removed from the club and most of the time not allowed back in. The rules regarding consent and safety were very strict, and no one ever broke them without consequences.
Tasha briefly wondered for a minute what would happen if Tim were to break the rules with her but knew he would never do anything like that. Not only would he risk his job but he would possibly face prison time. Though she was new to the club, she knew that there were security cameras in several areas of the club, but none in the play areas that she was aware of. Somehow, someone would know if something happened.She wasn’t sure how, but they would. Tim wouldn’t hurt her anyway so she didn’t need to worry about it.
Giving herself a good shake, she told herself she was just being silly. Nothing bad would happen. Maybe she needed another shot. She’d ask Tim for one after she changed.
She walked up to her locker and grabbed the small package there. A red leather bra and red satin lace thong. That was it, nothing else. Looking again to make sure nothing else was in her locker, she resignedly changed into what had been left for her. She walked out to the spot Tim had told her to wait and wrapped her hands around herself protectively. It wasn’t cold. She just was uncomfortable.
She was glad there wasn’t anyone in the club. There was no way she could wear this outfit in front of anyone, although some people wore a lot less. There were a lot of people who went naked or nearly naked. She had become more adjusted to it the longer she worked at the club, and Theresa had told her that it wouldn’t be long before she was wearing the same things. She wasn’t so sure.
Theresa had giggled and said she was the same way before she met Alan, wearing jeans and sweaters when she worked reception. After they had started dating, he began dressing her. All the men dressed their wives. Theresa and the other wives loved it. Tim had already started with her, buying her outfits and telling her what to wear.
Tasha didn’t have long to wait before Tim came striding up to her. Giving her a long look up and down, he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward where he wanted to play before she had a chance to ask for that drink.
“Come on, baby,” he said, grinning.
He walked her over to the cross he wanted to play on and sat on the love seat there, pulling her onto his lap. “I want to talk a little first. Do you remember your safe words and what they mean?”
“Yes, ‘red’ for ‘Stop, I can’t take any more.’ Yellow for ‘Slow down. I need to talk or something needs adjusted,’ and ‘green’ for ‘I’m good.’ Please continue.’”
Tim had been talking to her and teaching her all about BDSM. Not only did he want her to know for a personal reason but as receptionist at the club, there were times she needed to answer questions from new members or perspective members. The club offered a class for submissives and Doms. She and Tim were taking the next one. In the meantime, Tim was mentoring her, and Kyle had given her several books to read. She had also talked to Theresa several times.
Standing up, Tim stood her on her feet and walked her over to the cross. “We’ll start with you facing the cross. I’ll turn you around later,” he told her. “From now on, you do not speak unless I ask you a question or you need to use a safe word. Do you understand?”
Tasha nodded, afraid to answer.
“When I ask you a direct question, I want you to respond verbally
. I may not see a shake of the head, okay?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered quietly. She was starting to tremble from anxiety, not sure she could do this.
Standing behind her, Tim pressed his body to hers and licked the shell of her ear. He wrapped his hands around to cup her breasts, then he whispered in her ear, “You’ll do fine, baby. I’m here.” He pulled both her nipples with his fingertips.
Even though she was still wearing the bra, she could feel the pinch and arched into the sensation.
“Good girl,” Tim praised her and lifted one arm above her head, fastening it with the strap there. Making sure it wasn’t too tight, he did the same with her other arm. Trailing his fingers down her arms to her sides, he cupped her breasts again and leaned close. “Okay, baby?”
“Yes, Sir,” Tasha answered a little breathlessly.
Giving each of her nipples a tweak, he trailed his hands farther down her body to her sex. Slipping one finger inside her thong, he found her clit and pressed inward.
“Ahhh,” she moaned and arched into the finger, going up on her tiptoes to relieve the pressure.