“Hey, you forgot to use the plastic wrap yesterday! To make it fair, you need to eliminate one of your purchases today,” Samantha stated.
“That’s fair. But why don’t you eliminate one – just to be fair,” Greg agreed.
They stood looking at Greg’s haul for their experiment in BDSM on a budget of $10.00. Rather than going to the Dollar store like Samantha had, Greg had chosen to hit a thrift market instead.
a left over 3 ft. tall candy cane decoration
a chain belt
a leash and collar
five leather belts of varying thickness
two beeswax candles
heavy fishing weights
two tiny C-clamps
a ping pong ball with holes in it
Samantha closed her eyes. She knew she’d been beaten – and would be soon! Silently, she pointed to the candy cane. That would hurt like a MOTHER!
Two hours later, Samantha’s jaw ached from being held open by the ping pong ball/thin leather belt gag, her nipples ached from the C-clamps with the fishing weights attached, her ass and thighs ached from the application of several belts, her neck was encircled by a collar, the leash attached to their bed, her legs spread eagle and attached to the footboard, her body covered in now cooled wax, and her body aching from the need for relief.
She looked up at Greg, mutely begging him to fuck her. He laughed, flicking her engorged clit with his fingers.
“So, you ready to a
dmit I’m the winner?”
She nodded her head vigorously.
“In that case, I guess I should claim my just reward.”
He eased his throbbing cock inside of her. Immediately, her body bucked as her first orgasm rocked through her. Grinning demonically, Greg said, “and so it begins.”
Begins? Samantha’s eyes widened for a moment, then closed in acceptance. She was, after all, the dominated party. Smiling to herself, she had to admit losing wasn’t at all bad sometimes.
Anarie Brady 