BrandtAs I drove to Honey's, I was still trying to figure out how much to tell her. This was the first drama in our relationship. As her Dom, I normally wouldn't bother telling her anything. My private life, outside of the playroom, wouldn't be her business. But this was Honey. For one, I don't want to hide things. Two, she may be submissive, but I don't believe she was one to slough things off. And three? I have a bad feeling she is pissed at not hearing from me yesterday. She has a right to be. Again, if I just wanted a submissive, this would be an entirely different situation. Instead, I brooded. I handled that wrong. In the drama of it all, I decided not to contact her mostly because I didn't know what to say. I know I should have checked in with her. She hasn't tried to contact me at all, so I know something is up. I just have to fix it, fast. I need her to settle me down, calm my nerves. Somehow, I know that she can do that for me. It's just that I may have to soothe her first.

Brandt I had plans. Then I remade those plans. Second guessed myself. Is there such a thing as third guessing one's self? Just because I'm a dominant doesn't mean I have all the answers. Especially not when it comes to Honey. She's not only new to BDSM, but to sex altogether. I totally wanted to rush into things with her. I wanted to feel her under me. I wanted between her legs in the worst way, but I couldn't. I wouldn't. I wanted Honey so badly but I made promises to her and myself. We both needed for her first time to be special. I was going to make popping her cherry one of the best memories of her life. I was a master at the build-up. Layering sexual tension with arousal, with desire. I'd had some practice, sure, except this time I was way too good at it. So good, I got caught up with it myself. I was so far gone over this girl that I was afraid of being alone with her. No, seriously. I was either going to embarrass myself by blowing my load like it was my first time or I'd ruin

BrandtEverything was ruined. Dinner was ruined. Our date was ruined. Honey's confidence in me? Ruined. I ran to the kitchen to find the potatoes had boiled away all the water and were burring in the pan. I threw it into the sink and turned on the water. As I filled the pan with water and listened to the angry sizzle. Just like our weekend. I had turned the meatloaf off earlier but left it in the oven to keep warm, so now I took it out and placed it on the stove. I'd wrap it in tin foil and save it for sandwiches later in the week. I wandered back down the hall and listened to the conversations of the technicians processing the bathroom. I wasn't holding my breath that they would find much evidence. I'm sure the perpetrator wore gloves and unless the person left behind DNA like spit or a hair with the follicle still attached well... it just wasn't likely. If they were sophisticated enough to get around my security system, I'm not holding my breath for much evidence. I had not alarme

Brandt"Aren't you a needy little Brat?" I asked her in a cajoling voice. I reached down into the waistband of her shorts and felt her pussy.. Her sopping wet pussy. "Fuck, Honey, if I were to fuck you right now, I would be able to slide in so fucking easily. All that wetness is for me and my cock, you know that, right?" I asked her. But I didn't really need an answer."So do it Master, slide your cock through my slick so I can cum on your dick." I was a little shocked by her dirty talk but I shouldn't have been surprised. Her interest in certain kinks should have told me to expect it."Honey, you have such a dirty mouth, I know, because I just came in it." I gave her a slightly evil grin. "What about making our first time special? I'm asking you and not my submissive. I promised to make your first time vanilla. I'm not feeling very vanilla right now.""I know, but I trust you. I am nervous because I know it's going to hurt. I think you know how to make it feel good after." She wheedle

HoneyMy eyes grew tired as I watched the video footage. Every once in a while, Brandt would scribble notes about each person in each file he handled. At least that is what he said when I asked him. I finally told him I needed a break."I have something to show you." He said mysteriously, and for a moment, I thought we might actually leave the apartment. However, he took me to a room in his apartment that I had not been in yet. There wasn't much in the room except a cabinet that took up much of one wall and a large but comfortable-looking chair near some curtains hanging from the wall. The curtains didn't make much sense as it should have been a solid wall and not a window. I was curious, but not for long.Brant pulled the curtains open rather dramatically and then I saw why. I was able to see Club Voyeur from a whole new angle. I was in awe but then stepped back quickly."Can they see us?" I asked nervously. I wasn't comfortable being a voyeur, strange as that sounds, but I was also