Remember You Left by Barber_o_Saville
Author Notes: This came to my head while listening to a county song “Her World or Mine” by Michael Ray. I listened to the song and my mind came up with this fantasy.
All characters are over 18 years old. This story includes BDSM, Master/slave, and Dominate/submissive, CMNF, FF, MFF, and some BDSM incest, if you are not into this kind of story — fair warning. If you do like this type of story, well then enjoy the ride.
I have no idea what started the fight, but man it got out of hand fucking fast. The day before we were fucking rabbits could get enough of each other; we did not get out of bed the entire day. Well, we did, but only to get food and drinks in our bodies then it was right back in bed. Shit after about six hours of fucking my cock was sore to the point of being raw. I know Aisling’s pussy was as sore as I was. OK, now you want to know who we are ok.
My name is Christopher Lister Dutculler, I am twenty-nine years young, served four years in the Army, and still have two more left with the Army Reserve. My fiancé was Aisling Ciara MacKensie, a nice Irish girl with, long thick flaming natural red hair –carpet matches the drapes, and Yes, dear reader she has deep emerald green eyes. Aisling is not tall by any means, she stands five feet five inches to my six-foot five-inch frame, she is twenty-five and I am twenty-nine. Her breast are solid C cup, with natural measurements for a woman of her size — hell don’t let her hear me say that — her areolas are a light pink color until she is aroused then they turn dark red and her nipple protrude about three-quarters of an inch out from her tits. I love playing with them. I loved her features even the little belly gut that was forming around her mid-section.
We meet at a local fishing hole at a lake about ten minutes from my apartment. She told me that she lived not far from the lake and she loved to fish and I loved to fish. We fished for hours the sun was going down not catching much and Aisling had not caught a thing since I arrived.
“Hey, would you be up for some dinner? I know of a great diner about forty minutes from here.” I asked her while I was putting my gear back into the tackle box.
“Sure, I would love some dinner. Are we going in your vehicle?” She said while she finished taking down her rig.
“Great, I have the blue truck to the left.”
“I’m ready to let’s go.” We walked to my truck and put the fishing gear in the bed.
That was four years ago, we have been living together for a little over eighteen months. Our life together, at least on my side of the fence, was relatively calm and fun. We did a lot together and when I proposed to her a year later, she was the happiest I have seen her since we have been dating.
Suddenly, right unexpected BAM, we were having this epic drag it out no holds barred fight. Nothing physical mind you but a lot of yelling, cursing, and blaming. Blamed for shit that I did not know I did.
“Fuck you, Chris. I am leaving I will be out of here in less than three hours.” Three hours later, she was gone, stuffing her belongings into her car and booked. I looked around and said to myself — “What the fuck just happened?” I tried to figure out what the fight was about and came up blank. I did not see her after our fight, did not even know where she went.
About a week later, surfing the internet I found this website called Literotica. I clicked on the “New Submission”, after scrolling through uninteresting ones until I came across a story about BDSM, it turned me on badly, and immediately thought of Aisling and what I would do.
Three years later…
Sitting at my desk in the office my cell phone rings, I look at the caller ID and I see it is George; I answer his call.
“Hey, buddy. What gives?” I asked.
“Morning buddy. Happy Friday, hey are you going tonight?” George inquired.
“Í had not planned on it, I was going to sit and veg out in front of the TV without the distractions. Maybe ask one of my sluts to come by for a session. Why do you ask?” I said sounding upbeat.
“Well, several of the regular sluts want to partake in your unique style of Domination and a newbie asked about you.”
“Newbie? Who? Do I know her from somewhere?”
“Nahh…she is from out of town just moving back in the area.”
“Moving back in the area? Who is this slut? Why did she ask about me?”
“Dude, if I knew that I would tell you. Christy said that she had lunch with her the other day. The new girl asked about you, the club, and if you would be attending Friday night or Saturday. That’s all I know.”
“You have Christy’s number? I want to talk to her.”
“Yeah, sure thing give me a second I will text you her number. Talk to you later. Keep it low key dude.”
“Yea, you know me “Low key” is not my style.”
“I know that’s what worries me and Christy.” I chuckled at his comment.
“Ok, I will do my best to be low-key but no guarantees,” I said with a smile.
“Works for me. See you tonight at the club?” George asked.
“Yes, Sir. I will be the low-key one in the club.” I heard laughing as I hung up.
George Sung was a fifty-year-old IT professional. He has been working for a major IT company for the last ten years. He is their Senior IT analysis and Chief of IT operations. His current girl was Christy Bracco, she is a pain slut and his current live-in slave. They have been together for the last two or so years. He meet her at the club, he was looking for a new slave and she was looking for a new Master. He is great with a riding crop, cat-o-nine tail whip, an expert with a Bull Whip, and loves to paddle her ass with his paddle creations. He is six foot three inches; she is five foot nine inches. They both uniquely complement each other — please do not ask me because I do not know the answer.
As it is, I meet George at the club about three weeks after Aisling left. I found this exclusive — I didn’t know at the time it was exclusive — I walked up to the door and was stopped short by an ex-NFL Lineman — his name Terrace; that is all I am allowed to tell you, he doesn’t want the publicity. Terrace put his rather large hand on my chest stopping me in my tracks.
“Are you a member, Sir?” He said in a deep baritone voice.
“Hmm..no, I did not know I had to be a member.” Suddenly, behind me, a voice rang out.
“Terry, he’s with me.”
“Well, why didn’t he say so?” Terry said putting his eyes on George and his latest slave.
“Because my sweet man, he did not know my name until you told him. However, he will be with me and will not participate in any of the events tonight. I will make sure he gets a full membership before we leave tonight. Is that ok?”
“Yes, Sir, Mr. George.” With that said, I followed George and his slave into the club. He explained what the club was about, how to integrate into the scenes, how to become a good and trusting Master. He took me under his wing and showed me the ropes of BDSM. I found out over several months that George is an owner in the club along with two other individuals.
Present-day…
I walked up to the entrance of the club; standing at the door was Terrance. He saw me and waved me through, I heard the comments about how I walked in, and they had not. I stopped turned to look at a scrawny five-foot-nothing man voicing himself into Terry’s ear. Of course, Terry standing there did not move or say a word. I looked at the scrawny douchebag and just smile to myself — he is a bottom if I saw one. I hope he does come in he would be eaten up by the first Domme that spotted him. Oh, I wanted to see that in all of its glory. Walking in I found George and Christy in the back of the room; stopped by the bar ordered a beer, talked some smack with the bartender – Roxie. She gave it right back at me. I smiled and went to go sit down.
“Evening George,” I said sitting across from him watching the doorway.
“Evening Chris. Are you single tonight?” George asked with a raised eyebrow. He knew that I like to bring third and fourth dates to the club — some ran when the night was through, some stayed but never continued after that, I was disappointed with the lot of them. I looked up at the door while taking a drink of my beer when I spotted her. She had changed her hair from long to short and went from redhead to blond. She had lost some weight and her tits showed that she had indeed lost some major weight. I looked down at Christy sitting on the floor by George’s feet.
“Christy, see the blond over there with the red leather mini and halter top?”
“Yes, Master Chris”
“Ask what she is drinking and order her a drink, tell Roxie to put it on my tab, and bring her back here to me. Tell her to follow you and walk this way without looking back.”
“Yes, Master Chris.” George nodded his head and Christy got up and did what I told her to do. She turned and left the poor girl at the bar. It took about ten seconds and the girl followed Christy to our table. Christy smiled at me and sat down at George’s feet again resting her head on his knee. I did not look up.
“Hey blondie you want to stand there all night or would you like to sit next to me?” I smiled my courteous be a friendly smile, but deep down my evil Master was coming out. It was only a matter of time.
“I love to sit next to you. What is your name?” She asked.
“My name in here is Master Chris,” I said with deep undertones, “OH, your first time here is it? What is your name blondie.”
“Yes, it is, can you tell me the rules?” Ashley said timidly. She did not tell me her name.
“Sure thing. You need to go to the bar and ask Roxie for a yellow wristband, anything else will get you naked, fucked, tied, fucked, spanked, fucked, and finally yet importantly whipped then fucked again. Yellow means you are an observer and will not partake in any of the activities. Understand?”
“Yes, I will be right back if that is ok with you?” Looking hopefully at me.
“I will be here when you get back.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jenny, I had been texting her some instructions over the last couple of days, Jenny walked around the tables and sat next to me. She was wearing a BDSM harness; it started with a collar at the top two thick heavy leather straps down the center and her breast incased in leather open-faced bra showing her perky tits and standing nipples adorned with hoops pierced through her nipples. Another single strap went down to her pussy wrapped around to the back and attached to the back of the bra, the center pulled tight with two dildos one in her ass and another in her pussy; both dildos vibrated and I had the controls in my pocket. The harness was a design of mine that several Dom’s and Domme’s purchased the remotes were optional.