New Beginnings: Part 3

This is an immediate follow-up to New Beginnings: Part 2

It was perhaps not even half-an-hour before C had recovered and had already tired of the conversation. Rekindling the spark in her eyes that she had talking with him earlier that evening, she turned to the newcomer, and without hesitation, asked R if he'd be interested in playing. While somewhat taken aback ever so slightly as he was pulled out of his observational mode, where he had been just enjoying his time as a voyeur and engaging his new found acquaintances in scene-based discussions, he could not suppress a smile that meant "of course", even before he said it.

She stood up, took his hand, and happily sauntered to the middle of the space that had all the benches and racks. He almost missed the handle to his bag of implements when she pulled him off the sofa.

He reversed abruptly the flow of energy when he reached for her collar and grabbed the D-ring with his finger, leading C to a kneeling bench. He had felt from far away her energy during her previous session with H, and he surmised that it would be easier for her to let go if, in fact, she had nowhere to go. In addition, he preferred her tightly restrained as he would take her measure during this first session. New partners deserved a certain level of caution and attention as different body proportions and reactions could lead to inaccurately placed strikes, something he held himself to high-standards about, and despised in careless tops.

C was in her knee-high boots, black nylons, garters, black panties, and a black bra. He had her face-down on the kneeling bench, with her ankles and wrists cuffed and clipped to the bench. He was always very demanding of his bondage gear, and the cuffs he used were among his favorite...

TO BE CONTINUED

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It has always been a thrill to play with C. Her enthusiasm and energy as a bottom brought every scene up a notch (or several). In addition to some fantastic solo scenes with C, I must say that one of my most memorable scenes ever was a double-topping session of C in the company of my Dearly Beloved. An incredible aura engulfed us as this unbelievable eroticism and energy just flowed through the three of us. Watching sessions between C and my Dearly Beloved was beyond hot, and often crowd-stoppers. Overall, a special connection was forged between C and us.

I remember several late winter nights (early mornings?), driving C to her home, with my Dearly Beloved by my side, and so enjoying our post-scene conversations as we were virtually alone on the roads at that time of the night, and large snowflakes falling on the car, some so large they reflect ed part of the light of the car's headlights back to us in a myriad of tiny flashes. As the tires crunched over the freshly fallen snow, it would create a singular set of tracks on the street, and as I got out of the car to chivalrously open C's door for her and help her out of the car, I would look back at the path of the car in the snow, and realize that both for myself, and for my Dearly Beloved and me, we had made more inroads into our own respective BDSM realms, in the companionship of a wonderful play partner.