Free Holiday in Handcuffs by Yvette Hines

 
     
    Curiosity cannot kill a woman, but it may
lead her to the dark desires of her heart.
     
    “ I could make you come in
one session of spanking.”
    Who is the man talking to?
    I turned my head to the
side and stared into the sexiest, most intense hazel eyes I’d ever
seen. Hazel eyes, short light-brown hair with enough gray at his
temples and wisdom in his eyes to make me think of Robert Redford,
but the heart-stopping looks and body brought to mind Channing
Tatum. This man appeared to be possibly mid- to
late-thirties. Oh, hell, he’s looking at
me.
    He can’t be talking to me. However, I was
the only one within earshot. I was standing in the archway of the
door, while everyone else was in the room before me.
    “ I’m sorry. I think you
have me mistaken with someone else.”
    The intensity in his gaze didn’t decrease as
one corner of his lips lifted in a semi-smile. “I don’t think
so.”
    “ I do.” I stepped away
from him, leaving the room where I was observing a woman bent over
a bench with her bare ass in the air facing the whole room being
spanked with a flat paddle. I started down the hall toward one of
the other rooms on that floor of the house. A house painted
charcoal gray with red trim on the outside.
    I was only here at the bondage and dominance
mansion because my best friend didn’t want to come here alone.
    Just having moved to Charlotte from Texas,
Adrienne, or Tigger as she was called in the ‘scene,’ didn’t want
to come to Greenville alone. Tigger was in some kind of online
fetish community and she’d been given information about this place.
My friend contacted the Domme that was lead co-owner of the house
and was given permission and directions to visit on their play
night at Bondage Seekers.
    Now, here I am on New Year’s Eve.
    I should not have decided to come with
Adrienne. But, I wanted her to be safe. That’s what I kept telling
myself. Now, my friend was tied to some post outside while one guy
was pouring hot wax over her recently caned ass and another
monitoring the clamps on her nipples. I knew Tigger was in heaven
with the two men, but for me…I’d seen enough. I’d always been a
one-man kind of woman and wasn’t into exhibition.
    Not to mention, I had a
demanding enough job that kept me in the public eye. Including the
fact too many people counted on me to stay in control, take charge
and keep everything in order. I didn’t have time to let go . It was easy for Adrienne. By day
she was a physical therapist. A lot more flexible than being a
lawyer.
    I continued down the hall, smelling a
combination of oils, leather and disinfectant. All secondary to the
scent of sweat and aroused bodies.
    The arousal scent was the
part that got me. Mainly, because even though Tigger would tell me
repeatedly how often a submissive climaxed during a session, I still didn’t believe
her. How could anyone come from pain? “That there was a point that
it became an all-consuming pleasure,” as Tigger would say in her
Texas accent.
    Truly, so far the shocker
of the night was the slick feeling of my own thighs. The light
throbbing of my clit. It had to be all the nudity, male and
female. Who could be aroused in such an
atmosphere?
    This wasn’t my thing.
    Passing a few rooms, I wandered into one
that had a big wooden X in the center of it with cuffs on all ends.
Around me, on the walls, various kinds of instruments and whips
hung off nails and hooks. There also stood a cabinet against one
wall with many drawers. I could only imagine what types of things
were inside.
    I felt hot and overwhelmed at the same time.
Over the years, I’d heard Adrienne talking about how it felt to
submit to a man dominating her, but I couldn’t understand it. I
couldn’t visualize what she had meant until I’d come here
tonight.
    Seeing the woman in the other room, I
understood now.
    “ I observed you during the
last session.”
    It was him again. Just the sound of his
voice had heat racing along my spine