Thread: Tame master, forceful slave (Jane X QB)

It wasn't actually a car. It was a taxi driven by Benny, Thomas' friend. Of course, the fare wasn't free. Thomas didn't really drive, mostly it was Robin doing all the driving. He was afraid of cars and driving them. See you tomorrow, Ben. he said, waving to the driver as he watched the cab slowly roll out of sight. This neighborhood didn't look all too great, already he could see a few 'suspicious' folk near a Jerk restaurant just across the street. Not that he was racist towards minorities, but he felt very, VERY uneasy in such a neighborhood. Meet Thomas Winsley. 25 years old working under the Dan-D movers. Thomas is defined mostly by the fact he lives under Robin Winter's shadow unlike the star pupil who is admired by others and has stellar grades, Thomas is the type to struggle with Highschool math and ended up dropping out of Grade 11 from peer pressure and his inability to learn. But with what he lacked in brains he easily made up with his persistence and dedication. Sadly, it formed an inferiority complex and a weak will, something that ran quite contrary to a dominant's mindset. Even so, Robin Winter loved him so much that the two had developed an intimate relationship. Having grown up together, the two forged a close bond, even today she loves him despite the fact society defined him as a 'loser'. However, today was an abnormal day usually she would return home from school, but today she hadn't come back, getting him quite worried. When he called the number, a person named Adam agreed and told him to come, because she was 'waiting' for him. Taking a deep breath and holding the note, Thomas put forth his best face and walked towards the entrance where a blonde-haired man leaned against the entrance to an apartment named 'Glenlea Heights'. He wore a black vest, a white polo complete with a matching black bow-tie. Letting forth a puff of smoke, Adam looked wearily towards him. ...You must be Thomas Winsley? he asked. Thomas nodded, already feeling his confidence errode. Rightfully so, Thomas felt that he was being judged by his looks. And right he was the man must be wondering how a 'loser' like him would have gotten a girl as cute as Robin to do this, yet still be unwilling to take advantage of her? What a waste of a would-be dom, he didn't even look like he had what it took. Right this way. She's waiting patiently for you. he said, walking up the stairs. So. Is this your first time? Thomas wasn't quite sure what to answer, causing him to miss a step and stumble. Breathing a bit quicker, he looked up to him, already feeling that he was condenscendingly looking down on him. W-well...I...I guess... Adam sighed exasperatedly before continuing up. Ow, right in the Self confidence. Already did Thomas feel the jitters, hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. Oh jeez, he was getting nervous again. Coughing at the smell of second-hand smoke, Adam turned to look at him, as Thomas cleared up the smoke and continued walking. Seriously...how did a loser like him get Robin as a girlfriend? When they reached his room, Adam looked right in front to Thomas. I'll be acting as a facilitator between you two for tonight. Robin already agreed to this. Is that alright? A-agreed? Agreed to what? Adam positively placed his palm onto his forehead. Was this guy an idiot?! Ahhh...Alright. Look, I'll just guide and teach you, just so this would be as stress free as anything else. Just follow my lead and try to keep your posture up. he said, A dominant shouldn't slouch like that. Be proud and pronounced. Thomas straightened his back when he felt Adam pat his back until he stood straight, gaining a few inches in height just by no longer slouching. The place was rather empty, aside from a fan that was blowing, a couch and a TV that was playing a re-run of the classic Night of the Living Dead. W-where's Robin? he asked, as Adam walked towards a duffel bag, taking a bud vibrator, some lube, condoms and a bull whip. Thomas had the urge to ask just what those were, but he didn't bother asking as he opened a door, beckoning him to follow. What Thomas saw absolutely made him gasp in surprise there she was, Bound to a chair wearing a revealing light pink corset that hiked up her breasts and embraced her the elegant curves of her waist area. The stockings were extra but had a tarty effect onto her bound legs, his eyes fixed to the garish red ball gag right between her lips, a slight strand of drool flowing from her lips, down to her chin and onto her cleavage. W-w-what the... Thomas was at a loss of words, feeling his manhood tighten. Adam, of course, walked forward, touching her chin as he forced her to look, only to lightly slap her. Thomas reached out, trying to stop him, but felt his glare right back at him, stopping him at his tracks. Who gave you permission to look right at your master's eyes? he asked. He was a bit more strict and cruel, the type to punish severely for trivial reasons. They had laid out the fundamentals of her safe word Which was red or forming a three with her hands if she could move each finger and a verbal pledge from her allowing him to do as he pleased. Thomas was almost ready to go right out, yet...something beckoned him close, a faint...desire, almost a reluctance to see more even as she breathed deeply, drool still falling down her mouth..