It was me that was in her. My come that filled the most intimate part of her, and it stayed there. I told her I would fuck her again, but I didn’t specify where. I wanted to show her what her punishment was going to be. It wouldn’t be right away, but I would make her endure it when she was least expecting it. She would, however, get to watch as another experienced it so she could anticipate what it would be like. Anticipation always made it that much more fun for everyone involved. Slightly tugging on the leash, I led her into the main room of Scene, the BDSM club where I kept the private room we had been in. I knew she was anxious, as it was the first time she would be there with me and without a blindfold, but she had seen it the first time she’d come with her friend. She would not be the only nude person in the room — part of the joy of being in an environment of like-minded people. It wasn’t unusual, it wasn’t weird or awkward.
