The Other End of the Leash Page 2

  Each time I went to the club, I’d hope to see Kennedy and Chloe there. When I did, I watched nearly all of their scene through the window. When they weren’t there, I was disappointed, though, happy with my own scenes.

  About four months after first going to the club, I’d just finished a scene with one of the women I played with regularly. I enjoyed scenes with her because she liked it rough and she was one of the women I had a sexual relationship with. I’d spent some time with her after our scene, and she was heading home, as she had a long drive. I gave her a kiss on the forehead and thanked her for submitting to me. I walked her to the door, and smiled as I took one last peek at her ass, already bruising from my paddle.

  I contemplated heading home then too, but I wanted to see a bit of Kennedy’s scene. Something had been off tonight. I’d caught Chloe staring at me more than once. Kennedy seemed to notice too. They were in a different room, Chloe on the cross, her back to Kennedy, her eyes to me. When I got to the window, Chloe’s eyes went wide. Kennedy looked at me and smiled, then motioned me in with her finger. It was the first time this had happened.

  I opened the door slowly. “Yes?” I asked, standing in the doorway, with only my head in the room.

  “Chloe has been watching you tonight. I think she’d like you to join us.” There was a gasp from Chloe. “Is that right slut?”

  “I want to please you Mistress,” she answered quietly.

  “Oh, I know, and you will.”

  My cock had been hard when she beckoned me with her finger, but the exchange between the two of them had it weeping.

  Kennedy and I had stepped out of the room to go over some rules and so she could tell me Chloe’s limits. We reentered together and took turns dominating Chloe, though most of the time we dominated her together, one taking the front, the other taking the back. I used a flogger and a crop on her ass, loving how cherry red it got.

  We switched and moved to her front. Kennedy had knelt between Chloe’s legs and was finger fucking her with three fingers. “I’m going to fist her. Go ahead and torture her tits. Make her scream,” Kennedy said.

  As I clipped on the first metal clamp, I thought back to the clothespin request. I’d come so far. Chloe cried out as I put the clips on her nipples and then pulled on them, twisting. I pinched her skin and even sucked on her breast. She screamed out when Kennedy began fisting her. I loved how she could barely catch her breath.

  “You love it, don’t you?” Kennedy asked, moving her arm rapidly, fucking her slut with her arm. Chloe could only scream at the fist as well as how hard I was pulling on her nipples. “Next time, what if we get Kade to fist you?”

  I wasn’t sure if Kennedy was bluffing, but the next month I found myself in the same private room with them, and this time is was my fist in her tight cunt. I wasn’t sure how it fit, and with the cries from Chloe, I wasn’t so sure it did, but she thanked me after the scene, as she did for every scene we did.

  Over the next year, I found myself sceening with the two of them about once a month. It was a great experience, but more importantly, I found a friend.

  Kennedy and I started messaging on a fetish site, and then moved to texting. Occasionally we’d call each other. Eventually, we met outside of the club. Sometimes Chloe came along, usually it was just the two of us.

  It wasn’t romantic though. We had a common interest, well two common interests. The first was we both loved to dominate women. The second, we loved to fuck them. Chloe was bisexual, but Kennedy was strictly a lesbian. Kennedy found men attractive, she just didn’t want to lick, suck or fuck one. Chloe, on the other hand, begged to fuck me often during scenes. I’d never fucked her, but she’d sucked my dick often enough.

  Since there was no sexual tension between Kennedy and I, friendship seemed to progress easily. We’d attend BDSM classes together. She taught me how to use wax and an electric wand that caused a great deal of pain. Together, we took classes on fire play and needle play.

  We didn’t talk about things outside of BDSM much in the beginning. We’d go to classes and the club, often stop at a bar or restaurant before the club to fuel up and to plan a scene. It was odd, I’d known her for a few years at that point, and yet, I wasn’t sure of her name. I called her Kennedy, but was that her first name or her last? Maybe it was neither.

  One night when we’d stopped off for a burger and a drink after a great scene at the club, I decided to ask her. Taking a sip of my whisky, I sat back in the chair. “So, tell me about your name. Is Kennedy your first or your last name?”

  “Neither,” she said with a smile. “Well, technically, now it’s my first name.”

  She had my interest and I sat forward a little, putting my glass on the table. “I was born, Caroline Kennedy Grant.” She gave me her Domme look. “Don’t say a word, because my brother was John Kennedy Grant. Obviously my parents were big fans.”

  I held in a laugh. She looked nothing like a Caroline Kennedy to me.

  “I guess I should count my blessings because with Grant being my last name, my parents could have picked a different favorite president and you could be sitting across from Ulysses Grant.”

  Ok, on that one I did have to chuckle. “So your name on your license says Caroline?”

  She shook her head, taking a drink herself. “Not anymore. After I got divorced...yep, I was married.” Apparently, my eyes had gone wide. “After I got divorced I wanted to get rid of his last name and change mine. I’d never felt like a Caroline, so I just did it. I made my first name Kennedy and went back to Grant.”

  “Well, it’s nice to meet you Kennedy Grant,” I said holding out my hand.

  She shook it and said, “Nice to meet you. Is Kade your real name?”

  “It is. It’s my mom’s maiden name. She wanted me to have it cause she and my dad weren’t married when I was born. Actually, they never got married. He left before I was five. I have a few vague memories of him. My mom raised me by herself.”

  I told her about my childhood and she told me about hers. She told me about her work in corporate America. It seemed odd to think of her in an office, though I was sure she was a tough as nails business woman. I told her about the investment company I’d started and how it had exploded. We shared other bits and pieces of our pasts. After that, we found ourselves talking about everything.

  Over the years, our friendship grew, as did our skills in BDSM. Chloe and Kennedy lasted only about a year and a half after I’d met them. It turned out Chloe had needed a cock. After she and Kennedy ended it, she asked me if I’d be her Dom. It just didn’t feel right. I didn’t want to jeopardize my friendship with Kennedy. Chloe understood and found a Dom at another club. I saw her from time to time, and even assisted her new Dom once. It was surprising how open the community was to those types of things.

  I’d had some long term relationships, but only a few that ever hit the one year mark, and none that hit the two year mark. My problem was like before, commitment. Even though the community was open, and there were a lot of people who had polyamorous relationships, most of them weren’t truly open relationships.

  It wasn’t that I didn’t want to share my submissives. I had no problem with that. It never bothered me to see any girl I played with go off and play with another man. It never bothered me that she fucked them either, as long as she was safe. What did bother me was when one of my submissives became jealous when I played with another girl.

  Inevitably, that was what ended all of my relationships. None of them ended on bad terms, though I had the feeling I’d broken a heart or two, but in the end, they always wanted a commitment and ended up searching for, and usually finding a guy who would give them what they wanted.

  I’d gotten what I wanted for the most part too. I had many play and sexual partners and a great friendship with Kennedy. We’d taken a class on advanced needle play and I was looking forward to trying out some of the new things I’d learned. I wasn’t surprised to get a call from her early Friday evening. We usually went to
dinner before hitting our favorite BDSM club.

  “Hey,” she said when I answered the phone.

  “So where are we going for dinner tonight?” I asked her. I was in the mood for steak, but I knew she liked to try crazy shit like sushi or something exotic. “Anything with red meat.”

  “You and your meat,” she teased. “You can pick anywhere you want, cause I have a favor to ask you.”

  My interest was piqued. “So ask,” I said. She’d asked for favors in the past. So had I. We borrowed each other’s equipment, drove each other to the airport, and even once, I drove her home after a minor medical procedure.

  “I’d rather ask at dinner.”

  Well, that put me a bit on edge. “Okay, but so you know, I want both of my kidneys, but if you want a sperm donation, then it’s gonna have to be the old fashioned way. You’re gonna have to let me fuck you.”

  It was a long running joke of ours. She was a diehard lesbian and hadn’t been with a man in a decade. It was one of the things that worked for us. “Nice try Kade, I’m not fucking you.”

  “Just because you’re afraid you’ll be addicted.”

  “Uh huh,” she deadpanned. “Just pick the place for dinner.”

  “Bootz at six,” I said, picking a bar that specialized in steak.

  I got there before her, and ordered a glass of whiskey. She arrived just at six. She always did that, either she was really great with timing, or she sat in her car down the block or something. Either way, it was a quality I admired in her. She looked hot walking into the bar and caught the eye of every male in the place. It was funny because I knew she wasn’t interested in a single one of them.

  She was wearing leather pants and a black t-shirt, ripped in all the right places showing her cleavage. Her boots were to her ankles, but had high heels. She walked straight over to me and sat down at the table across from me.

  She hadn’t been there thirty seconds and a waiter came over with a drink, something fruity I could tell. “This is from the gentleman at the bar.” He set it down in front of Kennedy.

  That took a lot of balls, to order a drink for a woman when it appeared she was on a date with me.

  Kennedy picked up the glass and handed it back to the waiter. “No thank you. I’ll buy my own drinks. And I’d like Jack please.”

  The waiter looked a bit stunned, to be holding the drink again. “Sure, okay, um, do you want that with coke?”

  She turned slowly toward him and gave him that look you either get from your mother, your teacher or you Domme when you’ve fucked up. Then she looked back at me and said, “Did he ask you if you wanted coke when you ordered your drink?”

  The waiter didn’t wait around to hear any more. He scurried over to the bar, put her unwanted drink down and said something to the guy who had bought it.

  “Now look what you did,” I said with a laugh. “You went and broke two hearts.”

  She smirked. “I would like to get that waiter on the cross though. Then you’d see what I’d break.”

  “Thought you didn’t like men,” I said, wondering if there was something I didn’t know. She was mostly a mystery to me, even though we talked and hung out all the time.

  “Wanting to fuck a guy and wanting to do cock and ball torture on him are two different things.”

  I winced. “I guess they are.”

  The waiter came back with Kennedy’s drink and set it down. She smiled up at him. “Very good,” and patted his hand. He smiled back and blushed before walking away. “See? He’d be a perfect submissive, but guys are so much work, so much ego stroking.”

  “Hey,” I said. “I don’t need my ego stroked. But if you’re offering to stroke things...”

  She smirked. “Anyway, I said I had a favor to ask, and I don’t want to beat around the bush.” I let the chance to comment that she’d rather beat the bush go because she looked serious. “So you know how a few weeks ago I went that other club to meet up with an old friend?”

  I nodded. I remembered it vaguely. I had decided not to go with her because I had a planned scene with this hot new girl who had joined the club recently. I had a scene with her later tonight as well.

  “So his name is Seth, and he’s got this submissive who lives with him. She lives being a submissive 24/7.” My eyebrows raised. I’d only heard of that a few times. It was really hard to do. “Well, actually, she lives it 24/6.9?” I was even more confused and I guessed it showed on my face. “And occasionally, she lives as a human.”

  “Human? What the hell is she the rest of the time, an alien, a robot?” I couldn’t help but to chuckle.

  Kennedy didn’t laugh though. “No, she lives as a ‘pet’.”

  This made me stop laughing too. I’d always found that really hot. I mean, I had no desire to fuck an actual dog, but a woman who crawled around and acted like a dog, obeying her owner was a fucking turn on.

  “I thought that would get your attention,” Kennedy teased.

  “So she lives like a dog pretty much 24/7?”

  “Not really a dog. She doesn’t identify with any animal in particular, just that she’s a ‘pet.’ She wears a collar and he walks her around on a leash. She always wears a tail, though the color varies by Seth’s mood. I don’t know too much about her. I’m going to find out more tonight.”

  “She’s going to be at the club?”

  Kennedy nodded her head once. “Yes, I said I wanted to meet her. Seth has asked me for a favor, and I’d like to say yes, but I’ll need your help.”

  I smirked. “You need me to help you dominate her?”

  Kennedy actually rolled her eyes. “No, I’m pretty sure I could handle a kitten, though she does sound complex. Actually, the whole situation is complex.”

  We paused our conversation when the waiter returned. I waited until after he took our orders and walked away before continuing the conversation, “Complex how?”

  “Seth lives on this huge property just outside of town. I actually met him at this party he threw. He has a dungeon there that would rival the clubs. He’s big into the lifestyle and always has several submissives. He comes from money, but his family doesn’t know about his lifestyle or his pet. I guess it’s pretty easy to keep it from them since they are in Europe. That’s where the favor comes in. He’s going overseas for about a month, four weeks to be exact. Part of it is vacation, part is family business. He doesn’t think taking her would be a good idea. He asked me if she could stay with me. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have a live in play partner, and I’ve been curious about having a pet, so I said I’d do it.”

  I had to admit, I was a bit jealous, but happy for her.

  “The thing is,” she continued. “I have to go on this work trip. It’s supposed to be a week, but it’s the startup of a new division in Moscow, so it will probably take a week and a half, two weeks tops. I can tell Seth I can’t do it and to find someone else, but I was thinking, that since it’s no secret this type of thing turns you on, maybe you’d want to take her while I was gone, providing Seth is okay with that.”

  A minute ago, I was jealous, but when the same opportunity fell into my lap, I was a bit skeptical. “What would I have to do?”

  “I’m not entirely sure. Seth said she didn’t require a lot of work, but who knows what that means. I told him I wanted to talk more about it at the club.”

  Our dinner came and we ate it, talking a bit more about Seth and his pet. I had to admit, it did intrigue me.

  We arrived at the club about a half hour after it had opened. The parking lot was about half full, so I knew it would be a busy night. I grabbed my bag and case containing my floggers from the trunk and walked into the club. It was routine for me now, so I had my driver’s license out and handed it to the woman behind the counter.

  Kennedy and I were buzzed in. Mandy, the submissive I had planned a scene with was already there. She bounced over to me and threw her arms around me giving me a big hug. I returned the affection. “So eager, little on
e,” I chuckled, putting my arm around her.

  We walked through the club together, while she chatted excitedly to me, and to the new friends she’d made. When we entered the main play space, Kennedy was already there. She was talking to a blonde guy sitting on one of the leather couches. He had women sitting on each side of him, both blondes as well. They were wearing lingerie, complete with thigh highs and garters. Both had very large breasts, no doubt the result of plastic surgery. They were doting on him, and maybe I’d have been interested, though probably not, if I hadn’t placed all my attention on the girl sitting at his feet. That had to be her, his pet.

  She had long, dark, wavy hair. It was down, and despite wearing the headband with cat ears, her hair covered her face from my angle. It was really long, flowing over her breasts, which were nearly as large as the two sitting beside Seth. It was no doubt, what his favorite part of the female anatomy was.

  I continued my visual inspection from across the room. Her skin had a slight tan to it, giving off a warm glow. Maybe she was Hispanic or Middle Eastern. It was hard to tell from so far away, and really, it didn’t matter to me at all.

  She sat at his feet, back straight, with her legs tucked beneath her, bent at the knee. Her arms were at her side. I had the perfect view of her profile. How I wished I could move that curtain of hair and see the rest of her.

  I couldn’t see her neck, but I assumed there was a collar because Seth was holding a leash and the metal chains disappeared behind her. The idea that she was on a leash made my dick hard.

  “I’m ready to serve you, Sir,” Mandy said, standing in front of me, blocking my view of Seth and his girls, and refocusing my attention on her.

  “That’s a good girl,” I said, pushing thoughts of the pet from my mind and focusing it where it should be. I wanted to scene with Mandy in a private room so I could flog her, use the crop on her, and then fuck her mouth and pussy until the swelling in my pants went away. The problem was that it was a busy night and all of the private rooms were taken.