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James
Madison greeted him with a grin as James brought his little pet up to the wheel for their second spin of the night.
“Ready to go again?” She held up the little white ball that would give them their next play.
“She’ll spin.” James reached down to where Sandra knelt and looped his finger through her collar, bringing her up to her feet.
Sandra rolled her shoulders back and lifted her chin. Her steady stance and solid gaze spoke to her determination, either to make him happy with her behavior or prove to herself she could be the submissive she yearned to be.
Sandra was far from the first new sub James had played with, but she had a quality to her the others hadn’t. She genuinely wanted his pleasure—wanted to find her own joy by submitting to him. Every other submissive he’d played with had been out to find their own glory. They used him as a prop to find it, playing at the idea that if they obeyed his commands and submitted to his dominance, they were being submissive. He’d been a means to an end for them—the vibrator that brought the orgasms.
Tonight was different. Sandra was a bit uncertain of herself, sure—she was new to all this… at least most of it—but her desire to submit to him was genuine. She didn’t come with a pre-made playbook. Even Judy had always had some secret script in her mind he never had access to.
“Take the ball.” James dropped his grip on her collar and moved out of the way, still holding the end of her leash. Pet play might be off the table now, but she was staying in that collar, and he wouldn’t be giving up the leash anytime soon. Her pupils had dilated when he’d hooked the leash to her. How wet was her sweet pussy now that he’d walked her through the club on it?
His cock twitched again, and he had to shift it in his jeans to keep from breaking the damn zipper. He could have easily shoved his cock into her mouth while he had her on all fours—and fuck did he want to—but he held back. Watching her obey, watching her keep up with the commands and accept everything he offered her, had driven his arousal. They had time, though. Seeing her grow into her confidence was enough for now.
But soon. So soon, he’d have his cock between her full lips, driving across her hot, wet tongue and down her throat.
He groaned. He had to stop thinking about it or he’d ruin his damn jeans.
“Pain play!” Madison’s announcement pulled him from the pornographic images playing in his mind.
Sandra gasped and turned fearful green eyes up at him. He slipped his hand around her furry paw and gave her a little squeeze. A small transfer of strength.
“Hard limit?” he asked her.
She gave a short shake of her head. “No.”
“Me either.” He grinned. Pain play wasn’t even close to making it to a limits list for him.
“Okay, then. Off you go!” Madison took the ball from the wheel and gestured for another couple to come forward for their spin.
James wrapped the leash around his hand several times until he had the appropriate length. “Let’s go.” He walked her off stage and out of the theater room.
“Is pet play done?” she asked.
He stopped and turned to her, pulling her closer to him and glaring down at her.
“It is. But that doesn’t mean you’re done being my little pet.” He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “My bag is in my locker. We’re going to get it and then we’re going to find a spot where I can tie you down.” Images flashed through his mind.
Her delicate throat worked against the strain of the collar as she gulped, but the movement of her pupils assured him he was headed in the right direction.
“Tie me down?” No quiver to her voice. Another good sign.
“I wouldn’t want you to get away from me while I’m playing.” He winked, then began walking again before she could question him any further.
By the time they arrived at the lockers, he worked out exactly what tools he would use. Not wanting to waste time digging around in the bag at the locker, he grabbed it and slammed the door shut. He gave her a cursory glance before pulling on her collar again to get her to walk.
Sandra remained silent as he took her into the crowd, weaving past the tables where people sat drinking and chatting about the scenes they’d already witnessed in the play areas. Winding in and out of people, other scenes, he took her the long way, letting as many people as possible put their eyes on her. By the time he reached the platform he wanted, her jaw was clenched and her cheeks were red.
James put his bag on the platform, then turned his full attention to his sub. He unhooked the leash from the D-ring and dropped it onto the platform next to his bag.
“You did that on purpose.” She raised narrowed eyes at him.
“I did,” he admitted. “Did you hate it? Having all those people see you walking on my leash? Having them see your breasts bounce when you had to speed up to keep up with me? All those eyes on you watching that tail swing behind your ass?”
Her eyes widened.
