Tony picked up the phone and was quite happy to hear from me. When I asked what he was doing that night, he said he had plans to go to a sporting event but asked why I was asking.
“Well…” I said, “I was wondering if you would want to go to a sex club with me tonight. You see, there was a Dom I met a while ago, before I met you, and he wants to meet me to explore some BDSM stuff, and I thought you might be interested in joining me. ” (I worded it a bit better than that, with more context).
There was a pause as he processed my question. Then he said:
“Yes, I’d love to. But can I confirm in a couple of hours? I have to sort some things out first.”
Ah, my friends. We’ve been here before: this was a typical Tony response. I wasn’t going to get sucked in so I said “please let me know before 3pm; can you do that?”
He said yes, he’d even put a timer on his phone and asked me to text him if I hadn’t heard from him. Shortly afterwards he texted me:
“Hey, you really know how to distract me from a crazy day. Maybe we can do dinner or a drink at my place first? It’s a bit of a mess even by my standards.”
“Of course we can. I’m free anytime after 6pm. Looked up your event and it starts at 8pm; if you decide to come with me we should be there by 9pm…so not sure if that timing works.”
He clarified he would do one or the other. I didn’t respond to that text. I was excited at the prospect but didn’t want to get ahead of myself. I got back to work and didn’t think much of it.
At 2:57, in the middle of a meeting, my phone pinged. I looked down; it was a text from Tony:
“Hey almost 3pm I know. I will call you in a sec; just need you to talk me through some insecurities.”
First of all, he rarely if ever contacts me when he says he will. I was surprised to receive a proactive email. Secondly – insecurities? How cute.
I was getting ready to leave to go to my tennis lesson so I called him on the way. I asked him what he needed to ask and he was super sweet about it – he stumbled with how to say it and even said “oh I had it perfect in my head”. But he got it out: he had decided to go to the club with me but he wanted instead to go as a couple. He was concerned what he would do when I was with the Dom and wasn’t sure how he would feel if the Dom and I were having sex in front of him. He said he figured he’d be fine if he and another man were both having me at the same time, but he wasn’t sure how he would react if he wasn’t engaged.
I told him he and I were definitely going as a couple. That if he was uncomfortable with anything we wouldn’t proceed. That there was no plan for the Dom and I to have sex. But that he (Tony) was my priority and no one-time event or other person was going to be more important than making sure he and I had a good time together and we were both comfortable.
That made him feel better. He was game to go. We agreed I’d meet him at his place at 8pm.
I had my tennis lesson (apparently I’m a natural, by the way), went home, wrote, texted some friends to confess what I’d done, and got ready. I packed an overnight bag and included two corsets, the string outfit I wore at the other sex club, two pairs of really sexy heels, and my outfit for the next day.
Like any good crazy woman, my plans the next day were a mix of savoury and sweet. I was going from Tony’s place in the morning right to my parents house to spend the afternoon with some family members (and Liam), to a date with another man – Fox.
It was my turn to be late for Tony. I needed to think carefully about what I was going to wear the next day, sort out what to bring, and realized the next time I’d be in my bedroom, Fox would be with me. I ended up hopping into the shower pretty late.
Knowing I was bringing Tony to the club, I wanted to give the Dom a heads up and ask him whether and how he could engage Tony in what he was doing (for example, perhaps he could teach Tony about “proper” spanking, or using a flogger, or maybe how to make me squirt!). I texted the Dom to say I was coming for sure and asked him what time he would be there. I heard nothing back…which started to make me wonder whether something had changed.
I was at Tony’s by 8:30. I wore a very short green sleeveless summer dress and tan Frye boots. I brought some cheese and charcuterie from the party I’d had the week before, as Tony never has food at his place, and a bottle of chilled rose.
He greeted me with a firm hug and deep kiss. We talked drink options (my rose versus an expensive bottle of Chilean red he had which was a gift and he said he’d love to share with me) and we started to talk plans which were interrupted by a work call. He grabbed my hips, turned me around so I wasn’t facing him, put me up against the edge of his couch, and proceeded to kiss the back of my neck and shoulders essentially turning me into a writhing wet mess.
When finished, we got our drinks and snacks and got caught up with work and life. He was very affectionate and told me he was excited to get his face between my legs; he had been looking forward to it for a while. He didn’t wait, and soon I was half-naked on his couch and he expertly brought me to orgasm. He kept my boots on; he thought they were super sexy.
My boots stayed on as we went upstairs to his bedroom; and stayed on while he pulled me into him and I was once again lost in the warmth, tenderness, aggression, passion, and adoration which is Tony.