4 comments/ 26874 views/ 10 favorites Mel's Adventures in BDSM By: muixenc You could say I live a vanilla life style. Nothing happens out of the ordinary in my life and all my boyfriends have been pretty easy going all with healthy sexual appetites. I've had 5 sex partners, 3 were men and 2 were women...you know...the college years, but that's another story. I'm also not counting the amount of dick I've sucked over the years either as that is waaay too much to count. I got a kinda nickname in college, don't laugh...but men especially would call me "Pipe Dream" because it was a dream for me to suck their pipe! I do consider my sex life fun and full. I have always been the aggressor and I never did anything that I didn't want to do nor did I do anything that wasn't my idea in the first place. I considered myself an in charge woman and I loved it! Something changed all of this when I went to a BDSM Meet and Greet with some friends (just for shits and giggles). It was a meet and greet with some sex toys for sale etc. Three of us went to laugh at the "freaks" and maybe buy a whip or two to tease our boyfriends with. We were surprised that when we got there everyone seemed really normal. There were people of all ages, young to quite old. My friends got bored right away and wanted to go but I convinced them to hang around as we might learn something or bump into someone we knew then we would really have something to laugh at. I picked up a few sexy leather panties, a whip (of course) that I had no intention of using and a book on how to dominate your man. My friends had a giggle at my goodies and wandered off for coffee. While I was browsing my new toys, and thinking how chic my new panties would feel, I heard a voice behind me. "I don't think that will suit you." Said the voice. "Oh yeah?" I said as I turned and came face to chest with this very tall man about 45-50. Wow, he was cute for his age! His tall frame was way over my 5 feet petite frame and he was a large man who took good care of his body...wow! He had stunning green eyes and soft blonde hair with a touch of grey. A walking dream for his age. He was looking down at me with a half-smile on his face. I think I was looking up at him with my mouth slightly open, did I feel dumb! "Like I said, I don't think that will suit you at all, you don't seem the type." He continued. I nervously shuffled my panties, whip and book and tried to hide them, then realized how foolish was I?? We were at a BDSM meet and greet for hell's sakes! I finally got my nerve together and thought I'd flirt a little with this tall dreamy guy, "I dunno..." I smiled and batted my lashes, "I think the panties will look cute on me." To my surprise he just chuckled and didn't seem that impressed with my flirty behaviour. Which surprised me because..well, I don't mean to brag here but, I've never had problems "bagging" a man, if you like, ever! I'm blonde, green eyes, large breasts and not thin but just womanly enough than no man has ever been able to resist. He continued. "I have no doubt that the panties will look cute on you, however I was talking about the book." "oh.." I said. "..and why not? I'm sure my boyfriend will think it suits me when I'm done with him." (not that I had a boyfriend currently, but this tall mystery man didn't know that.) I shuffled from hip to hip and looked up at him with a cheeky smirk on my face. Still flirting but letting him know that I'm in charge not him. He just chuckled again then the smile just fell from his face very quickly and he said "You are a mouthy little vixen." Then he chucked my chin like I was a child. I don't know what came over me as I've never had men talk to me like that and for some reason it made me blush and I had a hard time keeping eye contact. He chuckled again. "My name is Reg, by the way, and who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?" He grabbed my hand and shook it. "I...I..I'm Mel...I'm just here because I'm curious...I...I..I'm not...you know...here for anything...you know..." I was stuttering and sounding like a complete fool. I felt so silly like I was suddenly a child and in trouble from my father or a teacher. Reg took my hand and started walking "Come." He gently said..or was it a command. I wasn't afraid, I probably should have been, but I let him lead me out into another room where there were couches and tables and people were sitting in private groups and having intimate conversations. He took me to an empty love seat. "Sit" he commanded. I sat. He sat beside me and took my chin in his hand and said "look at me Mel, I want to explain some things about the people here and who we are and why we come here once a month....don't be afraid." He smiled and let go of my chin which I strangely was sorry for. I liked the feel of his hand on my face. OMG! Was I freaking out over a guy I just met? I could suck him off though, that would be nice. I really LOVE a good blow job. I'll play along, suck his cock and get my fix for the night. I looked into his strong and experienced eyes and asked "So tell me Reg, tell me all about this place because I've always fancied owning myself a slave or someone I could boss around.." I giggled like a little girl..I thought he'd like that...and strangely I was hoping for his approval. He just harrumphed and looked away from me. "See now here's the first lesion.' He said as he looked back at me. I stared into his eyes intently. "YOU are not an aggressor...oh before you start arguing with me...silly girl.." he looked down his nose at me and smiled gently. "you are sweet and gentle and a bit of a spoiled child and you want your own way.." "hey!" I protested. "shhhh...let me finish child.." he commanded. I wanted to behave, I wanted to please him so I was quiet again and listened. "What you need is someone to guide you someone to steer you in the right direction. You need someone to help you be free to be who you really are, a sweet little girl that wants to please her daddy." He squeezed my hand firmly and brought it to his lips but his lips didn't quiet touch my hand he just breathed on it, my nipples immediately hardened into little pearls. I could barely respond. "errr...I don't want or need a daddy, that's weird..." It came out way too breathy than I expected it to. "Is it?" he said: Not a question but a statement. "I don't mean a daddy in the sense you need your father, what you need is to be encouraged the right way to behave and be a good girl." He pulled my face closer to his. "I see this in your eyes, Mel, I know what you really want, and yes I'm probably old enough to be your daddy but age has nothing to do with it...how old are you?" His last question really was a command, his voice was sterner and he looked at me sharply from eye to eye and squeezed my face just a little too hard, but I didn't pull away. I was enjoying this game. It was new and it felt hot. My nipples were still hard and my panties needed a changing. "I'...I'm 28...how old are you?" Again, way too breathy, I'll never get the upper hand with this character. "hmmm...28, you seemed younger, I thought you were like 20 -- 22...interesting." He frowned slightly and let go of my face. I suddenly felt rejected and was about to get huffy and leave when he grabbed my hand again, turned it over and blew on my palm and up my wrist. I visibly shivered and my nipples hardened even more and I knew they were showing through my little t-shirt. "Mel..." he began. "you are a delight, I'm glad you aren't too young. You are mature and will know better, so I'm sure you will be a very good girl, to someone." He released my hand and turned to watch the people in the room. He casually turned to me, "by the way, I'm 58, so yes, I'm old enough to be your father. So if that creeps you out in any way, by all means find your friends and go home." He just sat there looking around the room. I wasn't sure if he was trying to get rid of me or giving me a way out or what was happening. One thing for sure I wasn't going to let him go that easily! Besides he looked maybe 45 tops and I still wanted to suck that cock of his. I sank back down into the seat and smiled at him. I was sticking around. Stay tuned for part 2 of Mel's adventures. Lots of fun ahead! Mel's Adventures in BDSM Ch. 02 Stay tuned for part 2 of Mel's adventures. Lots of fun ahead! "So you're staying...right!" Reg stated like he was about to roll up his sleeves and get to work on a very challenging task. I wriggled a little in my seat to get comfy and gave him the big eyes again, hoping to get a "rise" out of him. He ignored it and I felt myself pout slightly...yes pout! WTF was going on with me. Enjoy the ride remember? I chastised myself. "The next thing you need to know about is the people." He began. "We are average people with average needs yet we know where our place is. I, for instance, I am a Dominant, so I will always be in relationships where I am in control. I don't mean this to be demeaning to women or that I want to be cruel or I don't care about my partner's needs, on the contrary. I care a great deal about my partners needs and I am prepared to guide them to ensure they are completely happy and sated." He leaned back turning towards me, it was very intimate and cozy. I was really enjoying this view into a new sexual world that I never thought I would dare to explore, but here I was, contemplating sucking this guy off and maybe....m..a..y..b..e....letting him go even further. If I had to admit it to someone, I could almost admit to myself, I sort of liked the "daddy" thing, a little slap and tickle if you will. So for now I would giggle, coo and act like a little girl for my new friend...err...daddy....it's sort of weirding me out but let's take this bike for a ride and decide later what I hate about it. "So tell me...Reg, how can I tell a Dominant from a submissive so I don't embarrass myself in the future?" I asked giving him my cute face. He looked down his nose at me and said nothing for several minutes. He just looked at me, no expression on his face, more time passed. I waited but couldn't contain myself. I started to feel nervous, why was he just staring at me, what had I said or done, was he angry?? "..err..hello! earth to Reg...will you answer me?...please..." I asked adding a sweet little "please" on the end. He gave me what I can only describe as an arrogant, I told you so smirk. "what??" I insisted. "Did I say something strange? TELL ME!!" I demanded. He chuckled and took my hand and patted it with the other one as he rested our hands on his knee. "You see my child, you just demonstrated what you are..." he chuckled again. "You are obviously a submissive looking for approval and worried about what I think and waiting intently..and impatiently, I might add, for a response to your question." He smiled at me and continued to hold my hand on his knee. I didn't pull away. "If you were the Dominant.." he went on. "...you would have done things a little differently." I pouted and blushed a little looking down at our hands. "Really?" I responded. "Now, now..." he patted my hand again. "Don't feel any worse for it. You are so sweet and need to be treated in a way where you feel safe and secure. Trust me, Mel, you will be happier." He took my chin and raised it to look at him then leaned in. This is it I thought, he's going in for the kill, to kiss and start the sexual probes, but no...he didn't do that. He leaned in and kissed me on the forehead, then patted my hand again and put it back on my lap and took his hands away. What the fuck was this guy's game?? He was driving me crazy! "Now, to answer your question. Most Dominants you meet are in control and commanding but never rude. Most submissives are quiet and often have their eyes looking down if they have a "Master" as they don't want to offend anyone. Masters don't speak to other submissives without permission from the Masters and submissives very rarely walk around alone if they are owned. I hope that sheds some light on things. However, in our true meetings where we dress the way we like. A lot of submissives have been collared. So you can tell who the sub is and who the Dom is. This all depends on the people there are so many levels and different sort of people it's hard to define exactly." "Collared?" I asked. He smiled at me again, wow, those eyes. I felt myself sighing, I knew he saw it. He chuckled at me again. "You are an innocent one aren't you?. Collared is when the sub or slave will wear a type of collar that signifies ownership. This can be in the form of an actual dog collar, chain, metal ring or a collar like gold/silver necklace. Gold or silver necklaces are becoming more popular so sub/slaves can wear their collars in the vanilla world without being judged." "Wow, Reg that sounds a bit like ownership like a dog or something. A bit too scary for me." I told him. He scrutinized me closely and took my hand again, moving it to his thigh, which made my heart leap. "You misunderstand, my little Mel. The collaring goes both ways and comes with a specific ceremony, like a wedding." I was a bit taken a back. "A wedding?? So people are there and everything??" I asked. "It depends, it's a very personal thing. This ceremony symbolises a deep commitment on both parties. The sub/slave promises to obey at all times no matter what, and promises to commit his/her life to the dedication of making their Dom/Master happy. Always there for their pleasure and to serve. The collar shows ownership and the sub/slave is now under their Masters protection." He explained. I grumbled. "Sounds a bit one sided to me." "No, No Mel, it isn't. As part of the ceremony the Dom/Master also commits to protect their property under all circumstances and ensures he/she will never cross the line past the outlined agreed Hard limits of the sub/slave. They promise security, love, contentment to serve and amazing sex. It's actually much more difficult being a Master than a slave, trust me." His eyes gleamed while he told his tale of how this world worked and I had to admit I was curious. No man had ever gotten my attention for this long not unless he had his cock in my mouth, which rarely happened for this long anyway, most guys blew their load in under 10 minutes....tops! "What is a Hard limits agreement?" I asked. "Ah, very good question." He smiled and patted my hand like you would a child you were teaching or telling a story to. "Well, Hard limits are limits or boundaries that a sub/Dom wont cross. For instance, some subs like to be slapped in the face while others would never do it...hard limit. Some subs want to be whipped and others don't..hard limit. Some Doms refuse to strangle or suffocate their subs even if they want it...Also a hard limit. These limits are usually worked out before the sub or the Dom engage in any sexual encounters...oh yes, then there's the safe word." He leaned in close to my face and I shivered, he brushed the back of his hand down my cheek and whispered. "What's your safe word my little Mel? ...hmmmmm?" I gulped, didn't mean to but shit this guy was really and truly getting under my skin. "..what?? safe word? For what?...I don't understand...Reg" I breathed back at him. He searched my eyes back and forth with a slight smile to his perfect full lips and whispered. "A safe word: It's an out of the ordinary word that you would say that signifies you want to stop. Like "carrots" or "pebbles", something that could not be misconstrued in anyway as sexual..do you understand little Mel?" He was so close I could feel his breath on my lips and if I timed it right I could breathe in his breath as he breathed out. "..errr..why don't I just say no, or stop, or I don't like that? Why would I need a special word?" I wasn't understanding where he was going but I didn't care as long as he stayed close and let me breathe him in... I was in heaven. He took a large breath and breathed out, I sucked it in and closed my eyes when I did it. He chuckled very softly. "ah Mel...breathe....yes....you are so sweet." I blushed but did as he commanded, I breathed him in and we sort of got into a rhythm. I was almost lost in his breath. Then he pulled me out of my zone while he continuted to explain safe words. "You need a safe word because the words no and stop are part of the fun, part of submission the safe word means you are serious even though you may be whining and carrying on you don't mean to stop until that special word comes out. This word must be chosen by the sub and the Dom must understand clearly what it is. " His eyes smiled as he breathed hard again against my lips, I actually felt myself move forward slightly hoping for contact but he backed away slightly so I knew it wasn't my place to advance...I waited. "Your safe word, Mel, what is it?" he demanded. "I errr...dunno, " I stuttered. "you must pick one..." He leaned in closer and our lips finally touched, very softly. I readied for the kiss but he suddenly pulled away. Holy shit! I was getting frustrated with this guy, but I wanted more so I would not give up just yet. "Mel. Think." He said. "Safe words can be anything non sexual." "What's yours?" I asked, hoping to get some clues as to what I should pick. He laughed almost too loudly and turned towards me again. "I don't need one. I'm the Dom/Master, remember. I am in control, I decide when I stop. I decide what I do. I will never need a safe word. Silly Mel, you are so lovable." He chuckled. He said I was lovable, that made me happy for him to say I was somehow special to him, silly me! "okay, okay...how about carrots, you mentioned that one earlier, I like it and it's easy to remember." I said. He looked at me intently and said. "Carrots...hmmmm, I like it! Not sexual at all unless you had one as a toy, that is. Okay! I accept that as your safe word. Now don't forget it. Anytime you are engaged with a Dom you tell him/her your safe word and say it and they will stop immediately what they are doing." He took my hand to his lips and this time he kissed it. Wow! His lips were better than I thought they would be and so soft! I wanted them other places on my body, start with my mouth first. "So little Mel, let's talk about you. You have a boyfriend you mentioned, is he okay with your flirty ways, young lady? Does he treat you properly?" He asked. "errr...well...I kinda lied about the boyfriend thing.." I said sheepishly. "...but I was feeling kinda on the spot when you were talking to me and I just blurted it out.." I giggled shyly and looked up at him waiting for his chastisement. "A-ha! I knew it! Wanted to just to see if you would admit to it. You don't seem the loose woman type at all so I didn't think you would engage in that sort of flirting if you had a boyfriend." He held my hand on his thigh and brushed the back of my hand with his thumb so softly and gently I felt myself sighing again. "What about you, Reg, you have a slave or submissive or whatever tucked away in a dungeon somewhere? Hmmmmm?" I asked giggling all the while I said it. "You impertinent little brat!" he chuckled. "You need a good spanking for such talk!" The thought of those hands on my bare backside spanking me made my nipples harden and my clit tingle. The way things were going this guy was going to give me an orgasm without even coming near my crotch! I was getting hornier by the minute! "I'm sorry...I didn't mean anything..." I started. "Now, now stop that!...you naughty girl." Reg said slapping my hand which made me yelp a little but it made his eyes sparkle so I was happy. "I am not attached at the moment. My slave left me for another, several years ago...I've been interviewing subs ever since. And before you ask, she didn't run out on me because I was mean she ran out on me because I wasn't mean enough...remember those hard limits? Well I wouldn't cross mine by doing things she needed. So we separated amicably." He looked down and I could see this made him sad to talk about his past "slave" and making him sad didn't get me any closer to his crotch so time for a subject changer. "So tell me..." I said. "...what are you looking for in a slave / submissive girl? Type, height, body, etc." That perked him up, he was looking at me trying to contain another of those sexy smiles. "hmmm...I'm looking for something more permanent. I don't like one night rock and socks. I need someone who can be there when I need them, someone to serve me and always be ready for me. You don't get that from a one nighter." He was so honest and I was beginning to think this was a mistake after all. I was most certainly NOT looking for a long term, hells no! I wanted a "rock and sock" as he put it. Or not even that far, just a little sucky suck of his cock...mmmmmmm, that sounded good. I was feeling guilty about leading this guy on. What to do...what to do...damn it! END OF PART 2. Mel certainly seems to be in an interesting situation, where will she go from here? Stay tuned for Part 3 of Mel's Adventures! Mel's Adventures in BDSM Ch. 03 ".....so now you know some of the rules, but I would recommend some reading or coming to some of our meetings. Or I could vouch for you at a secret meeting." Reg laughed. "Secret meeting? What's a secret meeting? Is there a special handshake?" I giggled. I could tell by the way he looked at me that I was going to get in trouble for that one but Gilly and Nessa walked in scanning the room for me and saved me from the fun. "There you are!" they both chimed. "Why the fuck did you take off and leave us with these frea...." Gilly was about to say "freaks" but thought better of it when she got her eyes on Reg. "Gilly, Nessa, this is Reg, he's been showing me around." I said smiling sheepishly. Reg just nodded, smiled and didn't say anything to them. Gilly and Nessa gave me the look...the you-better-fucking-leave-with-us-right-now, look I turned to Reg. "Hey Reg..it was so nice meeting you, but I better get going..." He nodded and smiled at me. "It was my pleasure Mel." He kissed my hand gently, - sigh - then smiled at the girls. "For reading material, that suits you, Mel... " he rose from our cozy love seat. "..I instruct that you go to The Book Store." I was sad our encounter didn't escalate to something more, but to be honest he was the one that was too slow...but it was wonderful for that short time! "What book store?" I asked. "Theee Book Store." He said emphasising The like it had extra e's. He took my book and turned it over and tapped on the sticker on the back of the book. "See? Here... The Book Store. Great store." He smiled again. "Well my dear Mel. As I said it was most certainly a pleasure. Drive safely." He was about to walk away when I stopped him, I can't let this end I wasn't really done with him. "Hey Reg, can I give you my phone number? I mean...would you like it...?" I dug in my purse for a scrap of paper and a pen, I never gave out my number, so I wasn't really prepared for this. He stopped and looked at me then my friends looked back and forth at me then to him. They had never seen me EVER give out my phone number to any guy....and I mean never in all the years they had known me. It had been years since I had a "boyfriend" and that only lasted a couple months. They knew about my one-nighters but not tonight, as obviously something spooked them, which made me laugh really. They never took risks and this BDSM thing freaked them out from the word "get go", they were very anxious to get me out of here and tell me tales of "freaks" doing "freaky" things. I was actually looking forward to the giggle it would give me. "Where is my pen...?" I muttered. Everyone stood silent and Reg just half smiled and waited patiently. "Here!" I yanked the fuzz covered pen from of the bottom of my purse triumphantly with an old 7-11 receipt and wrote my phone number on it. Handing it to Reg all wide smiles on my face, he looked down at me and chuckled, took the "receipt" and tucked it into his pocket. "Nice to meet you.." he nodded at the girls then he turned his beautiful eyes on me and said so only I could hear "..remember what I instructed. The Book Store." Then he left. I stood looking in the direction of the doorway he walked through and I sighed. I didn't even think my friends were looking at me but then Gilly thumped me in the arm. "Hey! Head in the clouds much?" Gilly said with a chuckle. "Ouch! Bitch! I said and shoved her back playfully. "So what's with the sexy gramps?" She asked motioning to the doorway. "I've never seen you go all gaga over any man let alone some older dude." Nessa just had to put her two cents in. "He's not that old!" I protested. "And he was super nice and very interesting. He talked to me and didn't even try any anything!" I said defending my feelings for him all too soon. "Not that fucking old?! Are you kidding? He must be like 45 or something! He's old." Gilly laughed again. I could always count on Gilly to laugh things off. But Nessa forever the worry wart she's probably the one who wants to leave in case we all get tied up and whipped...hmmm, I wonder what that would feel like? Nah! Fuck being whipped I want to be gently stirred I giggled to myself. "And what the fuck are you laughing at?" Nessa asked one hand on her slender hip. Here we go! Time for a lecture from mama-Nessa. "Do you realize we came here together?" And she was off. "We were worried sick about you! All these freaks and whips and chains and shit EVERYWHERE!" She linked arms with me and started walking while she continued her barrage of mama-talk. "We looked everywhere for you! I...we were worried sick! Someone could have been tying you up or whipping you or doing things against your will." She stopped for a breath when we hit the cool night air. "Yeah...I know...I'm sorry.." I said looking up at her 5ft 6 inch slender frame and gave her the big eyes. For some reason the big eyes I give men always worked on her. I went in for a hug, my arms reaching out and waiting for her to take the next step. She blushed a little and smiled sweetly at me. "Oh come here! I can never stay mad at you." She embraced me and whispered into my ear. "You are my very best friend, Mels and I...I love you....you're like the sister I never had." she said quickly after. Nessa had a sister so this was daft! But I went along with it, I knew she worried about me and all my cock sucking antics, she always told me that one day I'd pick the wrong guy and end up getting raped or something worse. I giggled but in my head this time. I held her at arm's length. "Come on sis, let's get home, I'm freezing in this tiny top. I mean just look at my nippies! They are standing out like 2 inches!" I joked. This made Nessa blush and gave me a little swat on my arm. "If you two love birds are done fucking in the street...can we go?" Gilly said with her arms crossed leaning against the car. We just turned and gave her the ugly looks she so richly deserved after that comment. "I would like to get home, Ryan is waiting up for me and...well never fucking mind! And stop looking at me like that!" She protested. Nessa and I just looked at her then at each other and started laughing. "You're just jealous because Nessa loves me more than she loves you." I mocked sticking out my tongue at Gilly. "Am not!" She protested. "Get in the car girls." Nessa smiled and winked at me. "Whatever! You two are a couple of bitches! You guys never hug me like that or tell me you love me!" Gilly protested as she climbed in the back seat. "We love you!!" Nessa and I said in unison. "Fuck off!" Gilly said with her arms crossed, then suddenly burst out laughing. "I love you guys too." She said laughing. It was so nice to be home finally and alone. I could gather my thoughts and decide what exactly happened back there with Reg. I got myself a nice cup of Earl Grey and put on my comfy jammies and curled on my couch put on the TV. Nothing on...natch, what the hell do I pay for anyway? I settled for the news channel and watched as yet another storm ravaged some coastal town in the United States. Just why the fuck did people build houses so close to the sea anyway? My mind wandered but I directed it back to the issue at hand...Reg. Wow he was hot. Just thinking about breathing him into my mouth and his soft kisses made me pool between my legs. I hadn't had anyone or anything for that matter between my legs for such a long time I wasn't sure I would know what to do. The thought of Reg's hands or god forbid his mouth on my nether bits made me ache between my legs. I could feel my pussy lips swelling and my nipples tightened and stuck out of my jammies even though they were thick flannel. I lay my head back and squirmed a little on the couch and could feel the need building like a raging fire inside me. I needed release and I was going to get it if I had to do it on my own. I went into my bedroom and took off my jammies, I was still a bit cold but so horny I didn't even care all I could think of was release. It was so bad that I swear I was going to combust if I didn't get it soon. I didn't realize I was this taken by Reg, I knew he intrigued me but why did I have the need or the desire to feel him touch me and to have him inside me...well maybe inside me. Nice fantasy but not sure I want to go that far yet. It's been a long time. Right now, I just wanted to cum. I lay on my bed and ran my hands across my breasts and rolled my nipples between my thumb and forefinger, it made my breath come out in a hiss and I arch my back off the bed. I could feel my clit throbbing, and the wetness now ran down between my ass cheeks. I was so excited. I kneaded my breasts and rolled my hips in rhythm to my kneads and pinches of my nipples. I could take it no longer and ran my left hand down across my womanly stomach past the dip of my belly button then to my naked shaved pubic area just above my clit. I kept myself completely shaved, I didn't like hair on me at all down there. I gently ran circles just above my clit while I rolled my nipples. I was moaning and breathing slightly harder. I was thinking about Reg and imagining it was his hands playing with my body like he owned me. I pushed my hips up to meet my circles then very softly brushed against my swollen clit. I couldn't help it, I cried out and my hips moved faster and higher to meet my hand but I stayed softly above it and just very gently brushed downwards passed my clit until I found my wetness. My pussy lips were so swollen more than I'd ever remembered them being and there was so much moisture! I pushed my middle finger gently down my pussy lips and gave a little pressure searching for my opening. Oh how I wished it was Reg's fingers searching for my wetness, how I wished it was Reg searching to find my pot of gold so he could claim it as his own like no other man has ever done before him. My finger now soaked and Reg's beautiful face in my mind's eye I gently moved my finger to my very swollen clit and moved in tiny circles. Then in larger circles, moaning and pushing my hips up. I needed something inside me, my other hand accommodated my wishes and plunged two fingers in deep. I cried out and began pumping my fingers in and out faster all the while very softly teasing my clit. I was tossing my head back and forth and moaning so loudly I thought my neighbors might hear me in the other apartment but I didn't care. I wanted to cum and cum hard! More fingers, I needed more fingers, I was so wet I could have taken a fist! Four fingers plunged in deep and I pumped harder and gave my clit more pressure. My moans turned into soft cries then I was whispering Reg's name over and over again. "Reg...Reg...oh..Reg...finger fuck me! Claim me...Reg.." My fingers fucked my pussy and I rubbed my clip with my other hand, harder, harder when suddenly light exploded behind my eyes and I screamed Reg's name while my pussy clamped down on my four very wet fingers. I came so hard I was rolling on the bed moaning and crying out Reg's name. Then another wave hit me, harder than the last I pumped my fingers inside my pussy then my thumb. I was fisting myself with my legs spread and my pussy juices running down my ass and wetting my asshole. This also pushed me over the edge as I wanted it touched, even though I'd never done that before. I was watching and moaning and crying as my fist went in deeper to my wrist, it was stretching me and it hurt but I didn't care, all I could think about was Reg taking me. I wanted it to hurt I wanted it to be Reg fisting my pussy so hard that I bled. Tears were rolling down my face and I was moaning Reg's name as I fisted myself. I pumped my pussy and rubbed my clit and fireworks exploded in my head as I rocked back and forth on my hand riding wave after wave of shockingly hard orgasms. I called out for Reg again, screaming for him to fist me harder. My hand was soaked as so was the bed as I rocked to completion. I was moaning and crying and rocking slower and slower until my pussy finally stopped spasming and released the firm grip on my hand. I could barely breathe because I came so hard and all I could still see in my mind's eye was Reg, smiling at me with approval that I came so hard...for him. After a shower and a couple cups of tea and me pacing up and down muttering things about me being nuts and Reg being nothing to me, I finally recovered from my sex-capade with Reg...er myself. This is crazy! I have to get him out of my head. I can't let a perfect stranger have this effect on me. Why did I cum so hard? Why is he in my head? Why do I want this old guy? Which by the way I think he's a liar there's no way he's fucking 58! First thing Saturday night, I'm going to find a guy to suck off and swallow his cum while I finger myself. Then I'll get another and another and another until I have swallowed so much cum I won't have to eat for a day! Get that fucker out of my head! No more Reg! I was desperate to forget him...and if I had to admit it, I was a little afraid of my feelings for him. End of Part 3. Do you think our Little Mel can put Reg out of her pretty blonde head by taking up with other men? Stick around and see where she goes in Part 4 coming soon. Mel's Adventures in BDSM Ch. 04 All week at work was a blur of disappointment. I couldn't focus and everything I touched I broke. I just could not stop thinking about Reg and how much I really wanted him to touch me, and fuck me...I couldn't stop thinking about it! So much for being a confident consultant, I could barely string a sentence together all week. I was so horny by the end of the week but I refused to even think about playing with myself in case there was a repeat of my screaming for this stranger named Reg. Funny how he didn't seem like a stranger. Also funny how it felt that I somehow belonged to him in some strange and kinky way...was it kinky? I was so happy it was Friday! Julie -- Jules and I were going out tonight. She was just as dirty as me and we both liked quickies in between drinks, and teasing the shit out of men. This was just what the doctor ordered to get Reg out of my head. Who, by the way, hadn't even called me! I gave him my number! Does he not realize I never give out my number to anyone? Maybe he lost it, or maybe he just didn't like me. No, that was silly, of course he liked me, I could tell. Or was I reading him all wrong? For the love of Pete!!! Would it never end? I need to get him out of my head. Like I said thank God it's Friday. What to wear...what to wear... Everything I owned for the night life, ranged from slutty to full out whore, I had to laugh. I could wear pretty much anything but I wanted to be extra sexy tonight as I wanted lots of men. Aha! This will work. A nice little pink and white second-skin micro-mini with a plunge neck line that shows off my 38D's perfectly! The dress hugged my womanly curves in all the right places, men loved a nice bouncy ass. Little pink flowers dotted all over the white, made my nipples pop too. I chuckled again as I held it in front of me facing my full length mirror in my bedroom. ...and..for the final punch, these lovely red Italian 6 inch heels which gave me the height that I needed and the men wanted. Guy's always went for the big boobs with long legs types so the heels would help. Now hair, hmmm, I think I'll leave it natural. Wavey long blonde hair which made me look a bit dishevelled, men also loved that bed-head look, which translated to looking easy. I chuckled again out loud, which almost sounded evil. I was going to have fun tonight! Jules and I grabbed cabs and went to Le Club at about 10:00 pm, nothing happened before then and I think we were a bit early as there wasn't much of a line up. All the sexy itty-bitty-skinny bitches with fake boobs with their hair teased a foot in the air were standing there. Looking like they were looking for a "trick" instead of dancing..I should talk, I laughed. "What's so funny hon?" Jules asked eyeing up the men in line and ignoring the lineup of Friday night skanks, not a nice description but they weren't getting in my way! I was taking at least 3 or 4 guys outside tonight for a bit of fun. "Nothing, just sizing up the competition and had to laugh." I said walking to the end of the line. Jules and I stood there for about 20 minutes waiting our turn to get into Le Club, maybe we were good enough or maybe we weren't, that was decided by the big burley ape-like guy at the door. No problem, I gave him the big eyes and a bit of a jiggle of my assets and we were in! The place was pumping! I could feel the bass taking over my body like a new heart beat. The lights were all flashing and the dance floor was shoulder to shoulder, you could barely tell who was dancing with who. The crowd bounced in unison to the bass of some techno dance music that was so loud Jules and I couldn't talk to one another, we had to yell or use hand signals. Which was cool, I knew the hand signals for let's get pissed. Double hands tilt tilt to the mouth. She smiled and led the way to the bar. Two straight up girlie shots of peach liqueur then a double tequila paralyzer to sip on. We were well on our way to having a great night with a quick buzz to help us along. We gave each other a wink and motioned we would go off and mingle by making circles with our hands above our heads like we were using a lasso. I found a neon painted post that glowed from the black lights, to lean against near the dance floor trying to look sexy, available but not too much like a slut. Guys liked slutty women but wanted to feel special and we only acted this way because of them...just this one time. I chuckled to myself again. With my drink half gone a waitress in black skorts and a tight white t, glowing under the lights, came up to me. Gave me the one handed signal for drink and I nodded. I mouthed double tequila and she left. Another two drinks down later I was feeling pretty good if not a wobbly and drunk, I think the shoes made it seem worse. At this point I'd go outside with anyone. I watched the dance floor as more people moved with the music. Everyone was feeling drunk and no one noticed when people got a bit frisky on the dance floor so no one seemed to see what I was looking at. A couple early twenties appeared to be dancing but on closer look she was grinding herself against his leg. When she tried to pull away he pulled her in close and pinned her arm behind her back. She tossed her head back and seemed to love it more that he was taking control. I shifted from foot to foot feeling a bit uneasy watching but getting hornier thinking about how she seemed to be enjoying herself. He was kissing her neck as she hung onto him with her other hand. He kept grinding into her and her mouth was opening and closing rapidly so I knew she was breathing hard. All the while no one seemed to notice. With his other hand he exposed one of her nipples by pulling her plunge blouse to the side and dipped down and started to suck on her nipple. This was so hot and I felt myself respond as my own need seemed to build Then he pulled away with her nipple between his teeth and he tugged on it. It looked painful but she was now tossing her head to the beat of the music and everyone probably thought she was dancing. I was getting very moist and my nipples had hardened as I stood my mouth slightly open and breathing a bit heavier. She was cumming he was grinding. He glanced up at her approvingly and at that moment I was caught. He glanced over at me. I should have turned away but instead I just froze. He just half smiled at me then took his woman in his arms and kept dancing all the while looking and smiling at me. I think he knew I was watching all along and put on a show for me. I was now extra horny but I was so embarrassed I turned quickly to walk back to the bar. I was horrified that I had just invaded someone's private sexual encounter and was a bit flustered and even more horny than before. Then I walked head first into some guy. He looked down at me and mouthed I'm sorry. I looked away but he grabbed my arm and made that all too familiar motion for a drink. I smiled and nodded. Here was my first blow job, yay! First steps in forgetting Reg, I'm ready! He took my hand and led me to the bar. He ordered tequila straight shots and another of what I was drinking, he got himself a beer...so guy-like. My new friend was about 6 feet with dark short straight hair and he had the bluest eyes I had ever seen. They weren't like Reg's eyes, a dreamy green...sigh...fuck Reg! I'm not comparing every guy with Reg, damn it! He yelled in my ear that his name was Neil, from the local college. Great a younger guy...whatever, he should be a nice distraction from Reg....sigh...Reg. Stop it! I yelled my name and took a couple of tries to get him to understand. "It's Mel!" I yelled. "Mel! M..E..L...Mel!" I spelled it out. He mouthed oh! And smiled. Man was I feeling drunk! I motioned behind me towards the door for both of us to go outside. He pulled out his cigarettes (yuk! No kissing for this Romeo) and said, with his arm gestures, after you. I headed for the side door exit where everyone had their cigarettes and parked their cars. It was chilly outside and my nipples responded immediately by sticking out of my white and pink dress about 2 inches. I thought, this will get Neil's engine revving, and yes he noticed but quickly looked away. Aww, he was shy, how quaint. Once outside I gave him my big eyes and tried to be extra sexy. "So Neil, what are you taking in college? Something sexy I hope." I giggled and leaned (fell) into him. "Sexy? Oh Sexy! Yeah, good one!" he laughed. "Nothing too sexy I'm going to be a dentist." He smiled putting his arms around my shoulders to hold me steady. "I dunno..." I slurred "I think mouths can be pretty fucking sexy." I ran my finger over his lips then over mine and stick out my tongue and licked the tip. His eyes grew wide and it looked like he was holding his breath. "Yeah, I guess your right...Mel right?" he said getting the hint and held me (up) more firmly. "Come on...I know a place up here on the other side of the parking lot where we can talk without anyone disturbing us." I said staggering past cars and using them for support. These heels were amazing but were not good for walking in when I was drunk...no sir-ree. "Awesome!" He said and came after me helping me to stay upright. He didn't seem to care that I was drunk and in fact I was betting he was glad as he probably thought it made me easy pickings. Little did he know that it was I doing the easy pickings to night. I stumbled and giggled all the way to the little park north of the parking lot. I found my "favorite" bench. "Over there.." I slurred. "That bench. Let's sit and talk a while, it's really quiet there." I said sexy drunk, or tried to be sexy and less drunk. To be honest I didn't really care. I just wanted to suck this guy off and get to the next one. The more the merrier so I could forget about my Reg...I mean REG, he's not mine. Damn him for being in my head. "You okay, Mel? Want to go back?" Neil said concerned and by his tone I knew he was hoping I would stay. "Nah, but I'll be honest with you, I think I had a bit too much to drink." I giggled. "So I hope you aren't going to take advantage of me." I batted my eye lashes at him. He smiled down at me. "Then, let's sit." He said smiling sweetly at me. "I got a better idea. You sit and I'll kneel." I pushed him back and without resistance and with a slightly surprised look on his face he fell back onto the bench. I then slowly lifted my dress up a bit higher so I could kneel comfortably in front of him. I put my hands on his thighs just above his knees to steady myself. I then gave him the big eyes and looked up at him with a gentle smile on my face. This was going to be a blast! "Unzip." I said softy while looking up at him. He was very handsome and those blue eyes seemed to sparkle and be on fire here in the moonlight sitting in the park. If I was older and he was...and he was...well...more like Reg, this could have been a perfect romantic moment. He just sat there staring at me with his mouth ajar. "I'm not waiting all night Neil, hon. Your jeans, un....zip...them..." I said sexy slow and slurring like a drunken sailor. "I..err...I... don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you. I think you've had lots to drink...and...are you sure?" He asked fighting with himself. He wasn't sure whether he should rescue me or take what I had to offer. I sure could pick them! A guy with a conscience! "Trust me, hon, I'm not that drunk and I promise you aren't taking advantage of me. I'm a big girl." I gave him my best smile and eye contact to let him know I was A-Okay. He reached for his zipper. At that moment my stomach sided with Neil and decided I had had too much to drink after all, I threw up right at his feet, which I thankfully missed. He jumped backwards and up on the bench. I kept puking, oh my God I felt ill. I'm no stranger to drinking so I think I drank too much too fast and with my stomach in knots all week...not a good combo. "Oh my God!" Neil said. Here it comes, he's going to call me a drunken bitch and leave me in my pool of puke. Which by the way I would be grateful for as I was so embarrassed and even glad...yes, glad that I didn't go through with it. Somehow...some crazy fucking-how,. I felt like I was cheating on Reg. That's it, I'm checking myself into a mental ward when I sober up, tomorrow. "Mel! Are you alright? Come on let's get you cleaned up and some coffee in you." Wouldn't you know it, a knight in shining armor. I really felt like shit now. "There's a Starbucks right across the park from here. I go there all the time when I'm at the The Book Store." He went on. He helped me up and half held me as we walked the park pathway that led to the other street. "The Book Store as in Theee Book Store?" I asked adding those extra e's that Reg had added. "Yeah that's the one. Do you go there? I've never seen you there before." He looked surprised and smiled down at me. "Nope, but I've heard there is some good reads there." I said still slurring. But I did feel a bit better after tossing my tequila's at Neil's feet. Sigh, what a fucking week. "Well I get my books for class there. It's a second hand store and also has tons of new items. It even has a naughty section" He chuckled. Then suddenly went serious "... if you're in to that." "I don't know what I'm into, hon, but I could murder a cup of coffee, I think I'm in to that right now." I said trying to muster up a chuckle. "Almost there..look, there's The Book Store." He pointed across the street. It was a narrow little street but tons of shops and a Starbucks, of course. There was a Starbucks on every corner in this city, so it wasn't that much of a surprise. The Book Store had an old black and white façade that had old fashioned writing across it "The Book Store". The front was all windows and the door was a bright red with 4 sectioned windows on the top half of the door. Very old looking but it was all newly made. There were displays of books in both side windows; one side showed the latest authors and the best sellers, the other window displayed different types of used books, text books, old best sellers, romance, do-it yourself books. All in all this store looked quite inert. But then I noticed on the door on one of the windows was a warning sign in bold white and red. This Store Has Adult Material. NOT recommended for children. Along with the hours. Monday to Friday 8am -- 10pm, Saturday and Sunday 10:00 am to 5:00 pm. "Yeah it's a cool store and no kids are allowed in there so it's nice and quiet when you are searching for books or want some study time." Neil went on expressing his opinion of Thee Book Store. "It's only been open about 3 years but it feels like it's been here forever! It's like a local library except it's way cooler! Here we are!" Neil said as he opened the door to the Starbucks, which as we walked in said it was open 24 hours, nice. I'll have to remember this one, close to the college so of course it would be open for the all-nighters that students had to pull during exam crunch time. He led me carefully and discretely to the "Ladies" and let me go. "I'll order us a couple coffees and meet you over by the window?" He asked. Holy shit, what a nice guy. My luck! "Yeah, that sounds good, thanks Neil. I really appreciate you..." I started. He just smiled and waved me on. "No worries! Us students have to stick together! We look after each other when we are away from home." He laughed and walked off to get the coffees. Shit again! He thought I was a student. HA! Well Reg thought I was younger, I always get that, with people. Probably why I don't get respect at work while the men give my boobs all the attention. I bet no one even knows what my face looks like! Speaking of which, I looked like shit! This little happy Starbucks mirror was doing nothing for me. My mascara was down my face on one side and my hair was a state. I cleaned myself up the best I could and headed out with my head held high in my whore outfit. No one and I mean no one turned to look at me or give me a dirty look or a second glance. Then I looked around more closely, most of the girls were dressed very similar, must be an after club spot. I just chuckled to myself, the college years, ah yes, we all dressed like sluts just to go to class, well at least I did anyway. Neil was waving at me. I staggered over to him and plonked myself down across from him. He half stood when I got to the table. OH MY GOD! What was with this guy? Shit, he's nice. "I got you a black coffee and brought some cream and sugar....and sweetener if you prefer." He stuttered. "I really appreciate you taking care of me, I'm so embarrassed!" I said adding two tons of sugar to my coffee, I liked it sweet with a dash of cream. I want to taste the coffee but take the edge off. I took a sip, ahh, nice. "hmmm, nice coffee." I added more sugar. "Embarrassed? For what? Blowing off a bit of steam after finals?" he pushed the sweeteners closer to me. "Well, err...yeah, but I'm done college and I was just blowing off steam after a hard work week." I said laughing nervously. "Really? You seem so young! I mean, you know, you're about early twenties, right?" He said stuttering it out and laughing nervously also. "Nope. But thanks for the compliment, I'm 28..." I said sheepishly gulping my coffee, wow this was sure making me feel better. "Wow, you look so young!" Neil said surprised. "..and beautiful...of course, for someone your age, I mean ...jeez, you're age? What am I saying, you look beautiful period!" He said scratching his head and leaning back in his chair. "Wow, you do look great, you must have had one hell of a week though to get so drunk so fast!" he laughed. "Well you could say that. I'm...I'm...trying to get this guy out of my head and..." I started. "oh that explains why a girl of your caliber would take me to the "park". I knew something was up, you were too good to be true!" He said sighing and shaking his head. "Well, thanks...I guess. ..and yeah, I'm sorry too. For puking on you and dragging you into my drama...sorry." I smiled across at him sheepishly. "Oh no you don't! This was totally my pleasure to help a lady out. That club was too loud and everyone was too drunk...no offense...for my tastes." He smiled and leaned into the table. I just smiled back and drank my coffee. "So if things don't work out with Mr. Wonderful, because I know he's not out of your head and especially not your heart, give me a call." He wrote his number on a napkin and handed it to me. "Or you can catch me Sunday nights at The Book Store, most times, studying." He motioned with his head outside the window across the street. "Well, not till after break anyway. Be there in a couple weeks....not that I'm hitting on you of course! No hassle just..you know, if you're free, or want another epic coffee.." He waved in a big circle with both arms to the coffee shop we sat in. Then he sighed and looked at his watch. "Can I call you a cab, Mel?" He asked standing up. "That would be nice. I'll text my friend and let her know I'm done for the evening." I grabbed my phone from my boob-pocket and started texting. "Thanks again Neil, I'm so grateful you're a good guy, maybe I'll see you around at Le Club or The Book Store." I smiled and awkwardly shuck his hand. Yes that's right, I shuck his hand even though I was going to suck his penis earlier we were now at the hand shaking stage of our relationship. I sure could pick them. "No problem, I've called the cab they'll be a few minutes. So if you don't mind I'm going to head out, take care Mel!" He said with his hands in is front pockets bending his knees back slightly like he was stretching. "Yeah, awesome!" I said "I'll just drink my java till the cab gets here." He left and gave me a little wave as he walked past the window outside. Mel's Adventures in BDSM Ch. 04 As soon as he went past the window, The Book Store came into focus. There was a light on above the shop, perhaps a student apartment or the owner lived there. Then I realized that fate had brought me here. Fate had gotten me drunk as a skunk, picked a nice guy to "rescue" me from myself and bring me here...here... I looked out the window at The Book Store. I give up! Reg is in my head and perhaps even in my heart. I spent 2 hours with him and I can't forget him. Tomorrow morning at 10:00 am, as soon as The Book Store opens I'm going in. I'm going to get some books maybe even ask someone at the store if they know of anymore "gatherings" or even if they know Reg. This was it. I surrender! End of Part 4. Mel has certainly had a rough time this week. But more exciting adventures await her as she enters The Book Store. Stay tuned for the thrills she is about to encounter. Mel's Adventures in BDSM Ch. 05 Saturday morning 8:30 am, in the shower and getting ready to leave for The Book Store. If I wasn't so focused on a resolution to my feelings about Reg I would probably have stayed in bed and slept off this vicious hang over. That's what I get, I muttered to myself. It's punishment for being bad. Thank God Neil was a nice guy, it could have gone a lot worse! Maybe Nessa was right, these one-nighters are going to get me in trouble one day. Freshly showered, moisturized and no make-up. I usually didn't wear any makeup on the weekends unless I'm going clubbing. I put on a nice pink tight t, seemless sports bra, then a pair of loose white shorts that came to my mid-thigh. Still a respectable enough length. I didn't look like I was shopping for more than books, but my seemless bra showed I was still a sexy girl. Didn't want to give anyone the wrong idea, even though I could smile in a man's direction and he got the wrong idea. The story of my life, I chuckled to myself. I slipped on my tiny flat sandals, no heels for me today after last night, and I was ready to roll. I had the cab driver, who kept ogling me in this rear view mirror, drop me off in front of the Starbucks I needed something strong this morning to wake me up. I popped an aspirin from my small messenger bag, and was ready to go to "Thee" Book Store. I crossed the street and stood in front and looked up at that black and white old fashioned façade. Then my eyes went up to the other two stories above where it was obviously apartments, with black-out blinds on all the windows. I bet everyone was still sleeping, like I should be, I rubbed my forehead It was a beautiful early summer morning. The sky was blue with a few scattered unintimidating clouds and there was a gentle breeze flowing down the narrow street. There were few people on the street this early on a Saturday morning as most of the shops didn't open till 10:00 am. It was 10:01 am, I was waiting for someone to unlock the door and let me in. I waited patiently or pretended to be patient when I was actually screaming inside my head for someone to open the fucking door. I sipped on my extra sweet strong coffee and thanked God for it, as I really needed it this morning. At 10:05 am, a rotund 20 something guy, wearing a Pokemon t-shirt, plaid extra long shorts and sporting a spiky hair do with a very long goatee came and unlocked the door. He smiled as he opened the door and waved me in from the sunlight. As I stepped over the threshold the shop seemed dark in contrast from being outside and it took my eyes a few seconds to adjust. It had the smell of an old library and wood polish, I could smell the words, sort of made me chuckle to myself. When I was able to look around I saw it was bigger than I thought it would be from the outside. It was chilled inside and my nipples instantly hardened. That was always my trouble, my nipples were always sticking out of everything I wore. It's got to the point that now I just embrace it and consider it an asset or a feature I was simply born with. So I stood up as straight as I could... in my sandals and walked further in. Goat-man smiled or was he laughing, and nodded. I just continued my look around he seemed a bit creepy for me. All around the edge of the store were wooden tables and chairs which I suppose were used for reading and studying. There were rows and rows of books running from left to right all the way to the end of the wall. And then I saw it, just past the cash register counter on the right hand side, past Mr. Goatee, was another archway that led to another section, behind a long thick black curtain. Above the archway a very large sign said in bold red letters. ADULTS ONLY BEYOND THIS POINT. Then underneath in smaller letters. Must be 21 or older, picture ID required. Since goat-man was looking at me and I wasn't sure if it was my nipples or me standing there gaping at the ADULTS ONLY I decided to just casually walk down the non-adult isles first, then I would mosey through that archway when he wasn't looking. I found myself in the used book section looking at history and geography. I sighed rather loudly and walked around the corner and looked up at the signs for something more interesting. Ah ha! Mystery! I loved a good mystery to curl up with at night. I rounded the corner and I could not believe my eyes. Standing in front of me with an arm load of books was Reg! I blinked as I thought after everything I'd been through this past week to find him standing in front of me was shocking...exciting and my heart started to beat a little faster. He was looking at some mystery books and turned to me when he saw me. "Ah, Mel!" he smiled. "What took you so long?" He asked gently. I was frozen and probably smiling like a fool, finally here he was and he was magnificent! His dishevelled blonde hair, his grey-blonde manicured barely-there-beard, his lips, and his eyes...sigh...his eyes. He was wearing loose navy slacks that didn't hide his assets very well and a light blue golf shirt, that stretched over his muscular upper body. It had a little logo of something on it I couldn't quite make out at this distance. "Mel?...are you well?" He asked concerned, walking towards me. "You look pale and ill, would you like to sit down?" He took my arm and led me to a table against the wall. Electric shocks ran through me when his bare hand touched my arm and I jumped slightly. He half smiled and pulled out a chair and guided me to sit. "Yeah, errr...yeah, hi Reg!" I managed to stutter out. I was feeling a bit ill actually still hung over and overwhelmed that he was here in front of me. "I was...I was just passing by and remembered you telling me about this place..." I lied. He suddenly looked very stern and put his books carefully on the table. "I see." He said without emotion. "Yeah, and I thought I would get some books, you know, more suited for me." I said nervously. "Hmmm, ......in the mystery section?" he waved an arm behind him pointing to the isle we were just in. "Yeah, well to be honest I was a bit worried about going past goat-man...I mean the guy at the counter." I said trying to pull myself together but this man had me flustered and always had the upper hand. "Goat-man, huh?" He said laughing. "You know, the guy at the counter, he kinda creeped me out or something, I dunno..." I said fidgeting with my finger nails and tapping them on the table. "Well, I'm sure goat-man doesn't bite, you are perfectly safe here with me." He said frowning at me. I don't think he was very happy with me for some reason. I probably blew this whole thing out of proportion. Shit I was feeling like a real idiot, a hung over sick idiot. "You're right, I'm being silly." I smiled embarrassed lowering my head and looking at my hands. "I'm a little disappointed in your Mel." Reg said sternly. What the...what did I do? I bet he thinks I'm stalking him after all he didn't call me, if he liked me he would have called me. I couldn't think of anything to say so I just looked up at him and said. "I...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here." I went to get up. "Sit." He commanded softly. I sat down and looked up at him. He just stared down at me and cocked his head to one side. "Let me finish what I was going to say little one." He said softly. "I'm disappointed in you for two reasons." He began. "Two reasons, what did I do? I promise you I didn't mean to..." I was stuttering. He simply shushed me. I shut my mouth and sat and listened. "Firstly I gave you an instruction to come here and it took you over a week to get here.." He scolded, I opened my mouth to respond but he just glared at me. I closed my mouth and looked down. "Good...now, Secondly...look at me little Mel when I speak to you." He commanded. I looked up into those strong fierce green eyes and sighed, I know he saw and he did sort of smile a tiny bit with his eyes then he continued. "Secondly you are dressed inappropriately, I can clearly see you aren't wearing a bra and your nipples are sticking out for all to see. Yes, everyone can see. You should not be flaunting such delights so every man can ogle and fantasize about sucking them, biting them or rolling them with their fingers." He said casually still looking at me fiercly. He words were erotic to me, and my nipples hardened further and seemed like they were reaching for him, begging him to touch. "I...I...I am wearing a bra.." I stuttered. He looked down at me and smiled... then it was gone instantly. "So you know better, your nipples always show!?" He said scolding. "This could come across as the wrong message to some guys, little Mel. They may think you are available for sex or even a loose woman. This could put you in danger." He said sternly. I looked down feeling embarrassed and crossed my arms over my chest. He reached down and lifted my chin up to meet his gaze, wow he was beautiful. "Little Mel, never take your eyes off me unless I instruct you to do so, okay?" He asked and smiled at me gently. "Okay, Reg.." I said slowly looking up at him. As I was looking up I couldn't help but glance at the front of his slacks. I think he had the makings of an erection. He was also getting excited from our interaction. This made my heart beat a bit faster and me squirm a bit in my seat. "Now, tell me, are you a loose woman? Do you want men to touch you is that why you display your nipples in such a way?" He asked still holding my chin firmly and looking down at me in my seat. I felt like a child in trouble. I wanted Reg's approval, I wanted him to be pleased with me. "No! No...I'm not a loose woman..." I lied. I most certainly was but I wouldn't tell him that I loved to suck cock religiously on the weekends as my outlet. Even though it seemed I couldn't pull it off this weekend. He smiled down at me and spoke softly. "Take your arms away from your chest. Your nipples will show as long as you stand next me. No one will trouble you, I promise." I lowered my arms and my nipples sprung to attention again. My nipples were small around but they stood out quite far and were very sensitive to the touch by breath, lips or fingers. I was sure that given the chance I could cum very easily just having them played with, I've never tried this but I was certain Reg could do this to me. The thought of Reg playing with them had my nipples sticking out further. Reg looked at them then into my eyes and smiled. I felt myself getting wetter just thinking about his approval of my nipples. I wanted him desperately. "Now, that's better. They are very nice, you're a good girl for displaying for me right now, but don't do it again in the future unless I instruct you." He said smiling but assertively. I nodded. "You are also very late in getting here, I fear there may be some punishment in store for you." He chuckled but I could tell he was serious, wasn't he? "Wh..what do you mean?" I asked half scared and half exited. I would have let him do anything to me at this point after all my sexual frustration and fantasies that involved this sexy older man. "Well...let's forget that for now. You are not mine to punish." He said quickly turning away and picking up his books. He started to walk away down the mystery isle. "But Reg...I...err...I'm confused.." I sighed heavily and quickly followed him. He was looking at the front then spine of his books and he put one back on the shelf. He mustn't like that one after all I thought. He turned to me and looked down at me and spoke to me as if I was a child. "Of course you are confused, my little Mel...of course.." He smiled softly. He went down another isle I followed like some lost puppy looking for a new home. He looked at his books again, the cover then the spine and put another book back. Another he hates...what is this?..ah the history section. "..I...I...don't know what to do.." I stuttered again. I was getting really frustrated but I could tell he liked me..and my nipples. I smiled in spite of myself and followed him down another isle. Same routine down the text book isle on mechanics, he put another book back. He glanced over at me. I leaned against the book shelf and crossed my arms casually over my chest. "Stand up straight! Don't cover your nipples!" He demanded sharply. I immediately obeyed. "Good girl, Mel, you are learning. I'm so proud of you." He said softly and smiled so tenderly at me I almost came undone, instead I settled for a sigh. Wow he was amazing, I would...will do anything to please him. "Now come." He commanded softly. I followed him to yet another isle and he did the same thing with the last book he had, put it back. Hey wait! Did he work here? Is that why he instructed me to come here? He wanted to see me again and that's why he didn't call because he thought I would come to him. I suddenly had a shit eating grin on my face. He gave me a quick glance then a double take. "And what do you find so amusing my little Mel? Hmmm?" He was smiling sweetly at me and piercing me with those sexy green eyes. "I just figured something out and I'm sorry...sorry I didn't come here before to see you." I said trying to apologize and looking down fidgeting with my hands again, which I used to do as a child when I was in trouble or nervous. This guy really did things to me, and I think I liked it..no! I'm sure I liked it. "...don't speak cryptically. What did you figure out?" He asked "..that you work here." I said quickly. "Ah, I see." He chuckled and started to walk to the front. I followed him and as I approached goat-man I felt a bit self-conscious and folded my arms in front of my chest. "No, Mel. You may not cover up. Hands, at your sides as long as you are with me today." He instructed quietly so only I could hear. My face flushed and my nipples were very obvious as we approached the counter. Goat-man didn't even look at me he was speaking with Reg about books and orders, it almost seemed I was invisible. "Tony, this is Mel, the girl I told you to expect last week." Reg said introducing us and shooting me a glare. I smiled at "Tony", he'd always be goat-man to me, and extended my hand. Tony just looked at Reg with a confused look on his face and didn't make eye contact with me at all. "She's very very new." Reg chuckled and Tony obliged by laughing along. Reg took my hand in his and pulled me to the back of the store. My heart skipped a beat and that electric shock I always got when he touched me surged through me and caused me suck in my breath sharply and a bit too loudly. Reg just looked down at me at me and smiled approvingly. "I'll be gone for the rest of the day. If you need me you have my cell; text me." Reg said over his shoulder at Tony –goat-man, as he pulled me into the ADULTS ONLY section of The Book Store. End of part 5. Now that Mel has found Reg where will he take her as she explores this new world? Stay tuned as Mel gets to know who she really is and what her place is or could be.