DanielI woke up early and went to get the paper. I wanted to keep an eye on any developments with Michael Campo and the body in the marsh. I never mentioned to Natalia that I thought it was strange that he had disappeared and a body appeared at the same time. But the headline confirmed it. Body in marsh identified, it read. Top story, above the fold. Michael Campo was dead. Murdered. No suspects.Well, I could think of two suspects, but Natalia hadn't left my side since the first day she came to the club and she had only arrived the day before, probably staying at her sister's, though I had never confirmed it because it hadn't mattered. Then there was Quinn, but she had been in the hospital all that time.Who else might have wanted him dead? He was obviously an asshat of a Dom but did someone else think so too? The article was low on facts, just going over what the first article had said about a early morning fisherman finding him floating. Natalia's only other family was her mom who

NataliaI stepped into Master's VIP room, or dungeon, as he called it, for the second time since I'd agreed to be his slave. I looked around and noticed things I hadn't before. First off, everything was black. The walls, the cabinets, the bed, the sheets, even the chair in the corner. There was a black curtain hanging on one wall. I realized that it must be covering a window. I shivered as I thought about Master's question. Did I want people watching while I was at my Dom's mercy? It was one thing to be strapped to a wall, but the sex act itself? The Dom in that room had been fully dressed as if he had no intention of even fucking her. What did he get out of it then? There were so many nuisances to BDSM and I felt that I hadn't even learned half of them."Nadu position." Master said, voice commanding. I remembered this from that first day. So much has happened since then. I got on my knees, ass on my feet and legs spread, hands down on my thighs, head down and I waited. I was in the re

NataliaI woke up with my alarm clock the next morning in Daniels' bed like I have for the last few days. He had dressed me in my robe and brought me back to the apartment late last night. I groaned as I rolled over to turn off the alarm. I was so, so, sore pretty much...everywhere. My shoulders and thighs ached. I blushed, even though I was alone, when I thought about the soreness in another intimate place. I hopped up quickly when I thought of that and had to go sit on the toilet for a little while. The discomfort had been well worth it though, for both of us it seemed, a small smile graced my lips. I only had one virginity left.As I showered, I replayed the evening. Master cuffing me, securing me to that device and the caning. That shit hurt but also turned me on like nothing else ever had. His bites. I rubbed my shoulders. I could feel the bruised skin there. I pressed on the spot and my nipples hardened. Yep, I liked all of that. I felt the welts left from the cane. Remembered th

NataliaI'd been on my hands and knees for hours now. Master had given me a few breaks throughout the day, but fuck I never wanted this punishment again. His bare feet were in the center of my back. I don't think this was comfortable for him, mostly because I suspected he was trying not to put all his weight on me.My head was pointing toward the door so anyone that passed by could see my face. And it was a lot since it was time for people to start clocking in and the time clock was past Master's office down at the end of the hall. They all looked in as they went by, waving and greeting my master. Then they gawked at me again on the way back down the hallway. Ugh.No one asked what was going on. I mean we were in a sex club and I was a collared slave. I guess it is obvious that I was being punished, so yeah, humiliation, checked off the list. At this rate, we wouldn't need three months to have finished the check list. We'll be done by the end of the month, maybe. Would he still want me