Thread: Finding Dominance (LeftShield & ashdurn)

Carter held the black and purple flogger up in front of his eyes, inspecting it with a unsure look on his face. Was this really what he wanted? Was he the type of person that had floggers, cuffs, paddles, clamps, and more in his house? Well the answer to that was already yes as a collection of toys worth two hundred plus dollars laid across his glass table in front of his couch. All surrounding his laptop which had multiple tabs open that were either porn or how to BDSM. He was so unsure as he looked over the table, one part of him pointed all of this to the cause of his divorce. The reason he was living alone in a apartment complex, the reason that his high school sweet heart wife called him a freak before she walked out the door. The other half thought back to that woman in the short red dress the other night. She was young, hot, and so open about sex. After buying her a drink they got to talking and a few more drinks led to her talks about how she was unsatisfied. Talking about how she just wish men would stop being such pussies, that they would tell her what to do and take her how they wanted. She talked about how she fantasized about drooling over the ball gag in her mouth, out of breath and red in her cheeks as a tall man with a long fat cock fucked her like she was more toy than woman. She ended her talk with asking if he wanted to come back to her place and he was so tempted, more tempted than he had been in his life but he wasn't ready. He had always secretly wanted what she said, but he didn't know much about it. A few videos of it when Karen his ex was out of town but nothing more. He loved the idea, the scene, but she didn't. Every time he pushed it she would turn him down, even saying she was 'cutting him off as punishment' it just made the hate grow inside of him. She was cutting him off? She had no right, he did everything and she wanted to say no more sex cause he asked about anal? She was lucky he didn't take it. From there all of those thoughts festered and grew inside of him and for the last two years of their marriage it was pretty much pure hate. One day she said she was done and he said good, they both went their separate ways. His heart was broken, he had only been with three women in his life and one was suppose to be the love of his life. Now she was gone, he spent another year in seclusion even though his family urged him to come home. Back to California, but he couldn't face them, have to explain to each of them that his wife of ten years left because he wanted to tie her to the head board. He sighed and tossed the flogger in the pile of toys before getting up and going to his bedroom, it was almost noon and he was still in his boxers from sleeping. He grabbed a tight fitting grey t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He was always proud of how he kept himself, even at forty he was very built and healthy. His muscles were cut and defined, one of the reasons he liked shirts that grabbed because women always seemed to want to put their hands on him in them. His light brown hair had accents of grey right above his ear. He didn't hate it though, the small amount gave him this mature look that he liked. When he put on a suit he looked like a CEO of some company which actually helped at his job. His nine to five as a attorney let him show off his dashing looks in a two piece which he always enjoyed. His large hazel eyes darted across the mirror in front of him, down to his neatly trimmed goatee, running his hand over it. He shook his head as he buttoned his jeans and walked out of the bathroom to the kitchen. He looked at the post-it note on the fridge door that said call Tommy. Tommy, his little brother. Probably the biggest advocate for him coming home. He hadn't come home in three years as he didn't want to take his wife to Cali when they were obviously on the breaking point and he didn't want to come home this last year for obvious reasons. He had talked to Tommy about two weeks about, he had said how his niece was going to school in New York and that he should go see her. Carter kept saying no, he didn't need to see his niece in this state but Tommy talked him into it, saying how he hadn't seen her in three years and he needed to be with some family. She was going to be around now and he didn't know how he felt about that, he remembered her from before he moved to New York. She always was so excited to see him when he'd come over but then again she was just a kid back then. It was the reason that he had all this stuff out today, he wanted to learn about everything and then put it away before she arrived. The last thing he needed was to explain why he had a collar that said 'Cum Dump' on his table to his niece.