Sonny^^^

September 22, 2017

In the world of BDSM there are many different types of kinks almost as many types of sexualitys. Sometimes it boggles the mind. Just when you think you got a hold on what's new. Someone comes up with a new type of sexual experience.

When I first began training I got to explore a few of many different kinds of kink. I went through two week contacts with all the masochists that Sandy had on hand at her private home business. Each had a different view on what sex should be like for them.

The most difficult of all four of the hard core submissives was Sonny. She was something I had never come across. She was a aromantic female. I myself had never heard of such a thing. It was hard to rap my mind around the concept.

To not enjoy romantic or love. Holding hands, soft touches, and romantic love was not her thing. To hate the thought of loving someone. To be grossed out of someone having feeling for me, other than simple friendship. It was not something I was familiar with. At first I had no clue on how to handle Sonny sexual organization.

The first time we did a scene together I learn more about myself than I did about Sonny. It was as if the rolls we played were reversed. She had to lead me through the scene. I am happy to say that she helped me grow, not only as a Domme, but to be a better person.

So many times people can be so judgmental and narrow-minded. When Sonny came into the lifestyle, she was extremely hurt by the way others had treated her. They could not understand why she felt the way she did. It took a kinky lifestyle for her to find a place where she felt accepted.

Much like Owen, he has lived in a small world of dark places and hidden corners. For him growing up in Scotland in the 1960's and being gay male was illegal. I can only imagine how strong young Owen had to be to come out to his father. Not even caring that the threat of chemical castration or jail time was hanging over his head. His father was left with no other choice but to marry him to woman to save his son and, Owen had married to her to save his life. Even though he had no feeling for this woman.

Until the 80's Owen let her run his life, but when gay male rights were no longer consider illegal he started to experience a new problem. He became aware that he was demisexual, even though at the time he didn't know what to call it. He has never had a strong emotional bond with anyone.

For years after he found the he liked men more than women. He tried to connect with the men in his life. He desperately wanted to experience what a real loving relationship was. All these relationships ended in destruction. He gave up on happiness and threw himself into the work at his father's company.

When he got to know Sandy and myself he started asking questions about his feelings. We helped him to discover why he was so troubled. Because Sandy had previous experience with someone who could not emotional connect with another person without that strong bond. She trained him in the lifestyle, and showed him how to handle a submissive's pleasure.

There are people who think all BDSM is sick or discussing. To us it is the best way to for us to be comfortable in our on skin. To be who we were meant to be.

Like now. I walk down the stark white halls as my thigh high boots click aginst the white tile floor. To my right John has my hand tucked into the bend of his arm. He is dressed in a black security tshrit from the playroom. That with his black leather pants and combat boots make his seem larger than he is. Making the nurses in the hallway swoon over him.

To my left Brent holds tightly to my hand. His social anxiety disorder much be at a ten with all the strangers in the hall. He wearing a dark gray shirt paired up with red leather pants. He holds his head down not making eye contact with any of the younger nursing staff. I squeeze his to reassure him.

Directly behind us is Josiah is moving down the hall with his new found grace and confidence. Under Perry's guidance he has become a new man that the passers-by can't keep their eyes off of. The oversized white dress shirt, which I am sure is Perry's, and kackie pants that fit him beautifully make him very eye catching.

He is anchoring his sister Cassie as she bounces beside him. In her sexy candystriper costume, and her new unicorn dye job she is a site to behold as she pull along a large obnoxious get well balloon. Trailing behind her is little Sonny dress in all black with black hair and makeup. She scowled at anyone who looks at her twice.

Several of the people in the hallway turn and stare after us. Some even stop dead in their tracks. I keep my head held high as a dominant I don't let the strange looks we receive bother me. I try to lead by example, even smiling and say good morning to those we pass by.

We turn more than a few heads as we make our way to the nurses station. A young blonde is typing away on the computer as we all wait for her to look up. I see her name tag reads Paula Winters LPN. When she does look up, her mouth hangs open in shock at us.

"Good morning Paula. Could you tell me where Micco Cheif's room is? We are here to visit him." I can't help but smile as she gapes at all of us.

"506 d-down that hall on your left." She studders as she pointed in the direction we need to go.

"Thank you so much Paula. Have a great morring." I add cheerfully. I bearly hear her muttered your welcome as we walk away.

When walk to the door John knocks with his free hand. We do not wait long before a gruff enter! is heard. The first thing we see as we move into the room is Owen sitting on of those mint green couches that is clearly only meet for two. He has a tray table in front of him holding his laptop.

He looks up with his reading glasses perched on his nose. "Well good, you have some visitors." The others push passed me and swarm around Micco's
bed.

He is sitting up with his ribs bandaged. His face is still badly bruised, but he able to smile as he is bombarded with many well wishes. A large cup in his hand with what I suspect is a milkshake is now forgotten as his new friend greet him.

I slide onto the small couch with Owen. "Well, how are things going?" I ask him. He cautiously looks over to the bed. Micco is totally distracted by the other submissives around him. Even John is cracking jokes about the hospital food Micco is not eating.

I look back at Owen as he turns his laptop just enough for me to see the list of hard and soft limits. It is obvious that they were going over a contract.

"Congratulations, I'm happy for you." I tell him only low enough for him to hear. He looks like the cat that ate the cream. Looking back to Micco he is talking with the submissives, but his eyes keep checking that Owen is still with him.

"When will he be released?" I look over to the bed as Cassie giggled loudly. Micco was try to stop the baloon from getting in the way of a nurse who came to take his uneaten food away.

"About that, the doctor said he could go as soon as today. I may need your help to get his things together. One of the nicer members of the fight club dropped off his things earlier." He pointed to four bags in the corrnor of the room.

"Sure no problem. We would be glad to help." I replied just as a handsome Dr. Justin Reed walks in. He looking over paperwork in his hands.

"Well, Micco looks like you are ready to leave." He looks up to see the room full of people. "Oh I didn't know you had company. Good to see you Charlie."

He step over to shake my hand. The room that was once full of laughter is now silence. All the submissives are respectfully quite. He greets them as he inspects the bandageds across Micco's chest. They all greet him back in the same manner. "I am going to sign off on this paperwork and you will be free to go."

Cassie claps her hands, "goodie you can go tonight to the club."

"Hold on now, he still needs plenty of rest. Those ribs still need to heal. For at least another week." Justin looks at Cassie with heated eyes. Then Cassie does something I thought I would never see. She blushes and cast her eyes down like a school girl with her frist crush..

For Cassie to act this way she must have something for the good doctor. I wonder what the doctor will do with the masochist submissive. I may need to have a chat with Sandy about this.

I can tell this new development has not been missed by Owen or her older brother. Josiah looks on as his sister tries to hide her blush. He is like myself, we have rarely seen her blush, at least not since before her change.

This could be the beginning of a brand new relationship. We will just have to see....

Being a dominant you need to know all the ways on how to bring a sub to orgasm. To know the exact places on the body that give the most pleasure. It is much like knowing the many different types of sexuality. This is all part of a dominant's education.

Tonight John and I are on the couch in the dungeon alone. Owen is off taking care of Micco, and getting him settled into Owen's loft. Perry has whisked Josiah away to his private room. Anthony has his boys off on a romantic weekend in the Bahamas. The good doctor Justin has invited Cassie to the playground side of the club to watch the show. The room is was strangely slow for a Friday night.

It is nearing closing time and I want to edge John just a bit more. So when I stand suddenly he looks up just a bit confused. I press a kiss to his lips, and move to the hidden compartment at the end of the couch.

Inside the hidden cabinet are all manner of items a dominant may need to use on a submissive. I take one of the many new coils of rope that are stashed there, and stand back in front of John. He watches me carefully as I get the rope ready.

After I have folded it in half I look at him. "Hands out." I give him no room to argue.

He holds his hands up to me tightly fisted. I quickly bind his wrists, and then draw the loose end of the rope up through a o-ring that is deeply embedded in the wall just over his head. Once I have the rope scurily tied there. I make sure that the rope around his wrists is not cutting into his skin.

I slowly start to run my hands down his arms and all over his exposed chest. I move my way down to the waist band of his leather pants. I bend over him and kiss him deeply to distract him as I undo the button and pull the zipper down on his leather pants carefully.

Knowing what parts of a man penis are most sensitive makes edging them more fun. I knell between his legs and pull his tight leather pants down just to his mid thigh. Now his gorgeous cock is on full display, hard and ready for me.

I look up to see that he has forgotten about the small crowd that still around us. His eyes are blown wide open with lust. I smile and grab his hips to pull him untill his ass is on the very edge of the couch.

I began slowly foundling his sack with my left hand. Keeping my eyes locked into his I give I few soft strokes, and watch his eyes roll back in his head. While he is enjoying the feeling of my hands on him I lap my tongue against his slit.

He hisses and bucks his hips to get me to take more of him. I squeeze the base of his cock to warn him not to move. I wait until he is somewhat calm before I start stroking him again.

I love John's reactions to me. The way he moves his hips as I touch him. How his breath get heavy the longer I stroke and lick him. The longer I play with him the more pre-cum cover my hand making his cock slick and hot.

He is so powerfully beautiful as his muscles locked and go ridged as he tries to hold back on his orgasm. Seeing the sweat break out across his skin I know he about at his limit. So I take him into my mouth.

He tastes sweet and hard against my tongue. As I move my mouth up and down along his length I make sure to roll my tongue over his frenulum. That small patch of skin at the base of his slit is powerhouse of nerves could bring any man to his knees if used properly.

"Please, P-please!" John shouts for his release. To hear the pain and need in his voice drives me to continue. I take him to the back of my throat and swallow while still rubbing my tongue on the same spot.

John's hips buck again, and that pushes him further back in my throat. He thrashes his head from side to side. I know he will not last much longer. So I squeeze his right leg as his signal and he cums spectacularly. I gladly drink down all he has to give.

I stand back up and lick my lips as I carefully untie his hands and rub some life back in to them. While John gets his breathing back under control.
He opens his eyes it suddenly hits him that he still on the show room floor.

"Stand up and I will help you get redressed." I smile as he looks around to see who has watched us. He seems pleasantly surprised that most in the room are more interested in their own scenes that in what we were doing.

"I've told you it's not that big of a deal." I wrap my arms around his waist after his pants are back in place.

"Yeah well, I am hard headed. My girlfriend keeps telling me that." His face breaks out into a beautiful smile.

I lean up and kiss him. He deepens the kiss. Now I can't wait for closing so we can be lone together in our bed at home.