Pin me!

Stacey was focused on the memo she was writing even though she wasn’t technically supposed to be at work for another half hour. This was one place where she could get a little peace and quiet if she came early enough. She noticed a slight shadowing of the light she was using and looked up to find Chelsea standing by her desk.

Chelsea was new and a little shy still but had a great sense of humor about most things. Stacey smiled up at her.

“Good morning, Chelsea, is there something you needed?”

“Do I get a pin also?” Chelsea asked softly. She smiled then gestured to the pin on Stacey’s lapel.

Stacey looked lost for a moment then peered sideways at her pin. “Er, this is a personal pin. Why do you ask?” She knew Chelsea had no idea that the pin showed she belonged to a secret society of people who practiced bondage. Stacey’s cheeks turned a faint pink color.

“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s just Mr. Sims had one also so I thought maybe they were being handed out. Forgive me.” Chelsea’s cheeks turned a deep red color then she looked toward her office. “Well, I’d better get to work. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Wait, Mr. Sims has a pin also?” Stacey’s voice was curious and she looked toward his office.

Chelsea nodded and hurried away, embarrassed.

Stacey watched her go then rose and moved to his office, tapping on the door.

“Come in.”

She opened the door and stepped inside, leaving the door cracked open behind her. Her heart pounded and she scanned him looking for the pin. He’d taken his jacket off and the pin was nowhere visible on his shirt itself. She saw his expression of curiousity. “Chelsea said…” Her hand trailed up to her pin subconsciously. “that you had a pin like mine.”

Patrick couldn’t help but follow her hand as it moved to her lapel and his eyes widened as he saw the pin. “Please close the door.”

Stacey turned to do just that and when she turned back he’d slipped his jacket on. The pin was right there on his lapel. It was her turn to look surprised and she met his eyes then quickly looked away.

“Sit down,” he added. His tone of voice was firm but still within company guidelines should she choose to say later he’d gone beyond the work ethics.

Stacey sat down quickly and folded her hands in her lap looking at him. This also was well within work guidelines but her next movement let him know she knew and that she was also interested. She bowed her head and stared down at her hands. “Are you going tonight?”

“I am. You are as well.” It wasn’t a question.

Stacey flushed a pretty color and nodded, her nipples perking with excitement and she only hoped he wouldn’t ask her to do more here at the office. She thought quickly that he wasn’t a bad looking man even though he had to be at least fifteen years older than she was. Frequent trips to the gym gave him a youthful vigor and she knew him to be firm but fair with his employees.

“Here, wear this so I will know you.” Patrick held out his pin as well. Neither of them spoke about the fact that they needed a way to recognize each other. His solution was a good one. Wearing the pins wasn’t mandatory and yet if she had two he could easily find her in the mix of masked people. Leather hoods were a favorite in the submissive/dominant club they both attended. The masks were meant to supply just the right amount of protection against being identified in the real world. It was up to current members whether they wanted to invite others.

Stacey lifted her eyes and looked at him then reached for the pin with a smile. “I can’t wait,” she gushed quietly.

“Neither can I. I wish I had known earlier. Perhaps a private session is not out of the question for later?”

This time it was a question and one she had the right to accept or refuse as was her decision. She chose to bide her time.

“Perhaps, Mr. Sims, I’d like to see how this goes and make my decision.”

“Of course, I will be waiting somewhat patiently.” Patrick teased her with a smile and saw her turn red again then motioned for her to rise. “Stacey it’s good to know we share a common bond.”

Stacey nodded and his lips flicked into an even wider smile.

"Get back to work and see me tonight."



Stacey rose from the chair, her heart pounding hard. Would he be as good tonight as she hoped? The better question she supposed was would she be as good as he expected? She moved from the room closing the door behind her.



The day passed with agonizing slowness and she found it hard to concentrate. Finally it was time to go home. She clocked out and hurried to her car. Her commute was a short one and once she was home she stripped while the tub filled with hot water. She had to be perfect for tonight. Sighing as she sank into the water, she leaned her head against the back of the tub and closed her eyes. A smile grew as she recalled other weekly meetings and the pleasure she'd come away with, only now his face replaced the leather masks. She blew out a breath as her body became aroused. She couldn't waste the feelings and so forced herself to think of different things until her body calmed down. She finished bathing then spent the next couple of hours making sure she looked as perfect as she could. As it drew near time to leave she grew nervous and her eyebrows angled together in confusion. It was almost as bad as her first night there? Was this just because he was there too? She shrugged it off and headed to her car. Twenty minutes passed while she drove then parked in the lot.





Stepping out of her car, she finished pulling on the disguising mask and headed for the building. From the outside it was a comfortable pub looking building. Inside, it was a haven for people who enjoyed domination and being dominated and she definitely felt at home there now. So why the butterflies in her stomach? She patted the double pins with her right hand as she moved inside the building and past the burly man in the black stretch pants and leather mask. As always her eyes strayed to the very large bulge in his pants and with a teasing tip of her tongue licked her lip then in a bold move patted him there as she walked past.

He growled playfully at her and she giggled and hurried past then felt a pat on her behind. Swallowing back another giggle she moved into the main room. She was a little early and not many people were there yet. She scanned each male figure but all of them had pins on so she knew they weren’t Mr. Sims. She moved to a corner and settled down onto a settee. She could feel their eyes following her every movement and smiled inwardly then composed herself and sat with hands folded in her lap and her head bowed, waiting patiently.

It didn’t take long before a pair of feet appeared in her vision then the sound of a man clearing his throat reached her ears.

“Spread your legs.”

Stacey immediately did as asked then remained perfectly still as he bent down and ran his hands along her freshly waxed inner thighs and fingered her thong. Her heart thrummed in her chest wondering what else he was going to do. She felt his fingers dip into her curls and run along her slit then dip inside. She found herself leaning backwards to allow it and was surprised because she didn’t remember being told to.

“This one is mine, move away.”

Stacey’s eyes moved to the new voice and found herself pinned by Patrick’s eyes boring into hers. She felt the finger pull out and sensed a loss then Patrick’s fingers closed around her wrist.

“Come.”

She rose and moved with him and her heartbeat increased as he led her to the machine. She’d never been on the machine before and had envied the other women that were placed on it. She’d seen them quivering with delight from its affects and wanted that for herself.

Mentally she reviewed the rules for the machine. The dominator had to have belonged for at least ten years to the club and also had to pay a fee of $5,000 each night the machine was to be used. The realization that he had spent $5,000 on her brought to a momentary standstill. He tugged on her hand to get her moving again. Once they were in front of the machine he stripped her dress and thong off quickly. He looked appreciative of the fact that she didn’t wear a bra. They just got in the way at places like this. She stood still letting him strip her without any protestation and feeling a quivering deep in her center. Her head was bowed looking at the floor, but she could feel the others eyeing her and it intensified the feelings.

Patrick motioned for her to step into the machine and once she was in place he fastened the straps to hold her wrists and ankles in place. He’d always thought Stacey was cute but had never made a move toward her. His own wife prevented him from doing anything outside this building with anyone but herself. Here, they were free to do what they wanted with other club members. Tonight, however, his wife was out of town. He’d never used the machine with anyone, especially not his wife who’d shown revulsion toward the idea of it from the first night she’d seen it used.

His wife was not a submissive. She was a dominatrix and so hated the thought of being tied up beyond her control. This night, Patrick was going to use the machine and find out what it was like to taste Stacey as well. He ran his hand up her leg, his eyes taking in her breasts and curls and the dewey dampness that covered them. He could feel her quivering, but as trained she made no noises. He removed the lower part of his mask freeing his mouth and bent down lifting the machine by a simple lever so now Stacey was on her back, legs spread open in invitation for him. He debated for a moment but decided it was too soon for full penetration. Stepping forward he moved his tongue to her nub. A tiny gasp of delight was the only sound in the room. He eyed her as he suckled her into his mouth and saw her nipples peaking with delight. Snaking his hand up, he played with one rose colored tip as he nibbled on her.

Stacey was amazed at how the simple act of being viewed by others turned her on so much more than just being licked and touched. Her head fell back against the supportive strap and her eyes closed, the sensations driving her wild. His other hand moved across her bare buttock and found her opening, teasing it with the tip of his finger. Because she was tied to the supports she couldn’t do much but found her hips bucking up toward his mouth as the quivering built inside her. She suddenly felt another mouth close around her free breast. In surprise she lifted her head and opened her eyes. Another male was there, his mouth suckling her breast. She let her head fall back with an even louder moan, unable to do anything else.

Patrick felt her quivering increase and her moaning told her he had her at just the right time. He broke away from licking her and slowly pushed the dildo into her behind watching to make sure it wasn’t too much for her. He found instead of being too much that she was pushing forward to take it in. He smiled his approval then when it was fully inside her pushed himself into her velvety tunnel filling her completely. A gasp and whimper were her only sounds but she again pushed against him as he withdrew then thrust forward. He picked up the rhythm, watching her face below the mask and knowing she was loving it as much as he was. The other man stood by where her hand was and had taken her hand and put it around himself as he sucked on her breast.

Stacey’s hand tightened around the man she was holding as Patrick brought her soaring closer and closer to the edge. Without even realizing she was doing so, she was giving the man a hand job and he was loving it as he stroked in and out of her hand.

Patrick’s hands closed about Stacey’s waist moving her as he was pumping in and out of her so that the dildo that was attached to the machine filled her opposite of his own member surging inside her. He watched her growing ever closer and felt her tunnel contracting around him as she cried out in ecstasy. It didn’t take him but two more pushes before he filled her with his seed. He continued to thrust inside her as he finished then slowly pulled free.

The man at her breast slowly pulled away from her and from her hand then went to find another woman to finish with. He smiled back toward Stacey’s figure then motioned for one of the other women to follow him. They disappeared into a room off the hallway.

Stacey felt as if she could barely raise her head but managed to and looked at Patrick with disbelief. There was so much she wanted to say but she saw him give a minute shake of his head. He undid her wrists and ankles then helped her off the machine. Stacey clung to him as she felt like her legs were made of rubber.

He put a strong arm around her waist and guided her to a settee close to a bathroom then disappeared inside and came back out with a warm washcloth. He handed it to her so she could clean herself up.

Stacey took the washcloth but instead of cleaning herself up first she gently cupped his sac with it and leaned over taking him into her mouth. He was salty and tasted of her own juices and his mixed together.

He groaned, placing a hand on her head. He meant to push her back away but instead found himself already responding to her ministrations and instead began guiding her head as he pushed deeper inside her mouth. He looked around to see another couple already using the machine and the observers torn between watching the new couple and watching him as she sucked him back to being hard. Turning back, he watched as she moved with him keeping him deep inside her throat. He loved how his sac felt cupped in the warm washcloth and felt her fingers playing with him. He drew in a deep breath and suddenly shot into her throat.

Stacey swallowed every drop then finally released him, looking up at him for approval.

Patrick smiled proudly down at her then took the washcloth from her and leaned her back cleaning her up, neither of them concerned any longer with the people watching them. In fact, the others had turned away after watching them.

Stacey reached forward as Patrick cleaned her up and caressed his face through the mask. She didn’t say anything and she didn’t have to. He knew what she meant. There would be other times when they would use the machine or just get together even when his wife was in town. The pleasure they’d just given each other was enough to carry them over until they could do so again and each time they saw each other at work would be a fresh reminder.

He finally pulled away from her, promise written in his eyes then stood and moved away. Stacey climbed to her feet and went after her clothing and slowly sipped into the dress and thong. She moved from the building in a happy daze, peeling off the mask as she moved toward her car. Light from an overhead lamp illuminated the two pins as she got close to her car and she looked at her reflection in the car window. She was one hugely satisfied smile as she got into her car and drove away, ready to face her life.



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