Thread: Inside Power Exchange [GypsyRose & Dane Stalling]

Matt looked at the dildo with new appreciation as Regan suggested several uses. It could be for those with a fetish for military women too, he added, sighting down its length like it was a pistol. Pow, he said, quietly. I think the whole thing is sponsored- the clubs, the gadgets, the costumes, he said, and set the box down. He put his hands in his back pockets to keep from picking something else up. It also seemed sponsored because the producers had picked a couple of nobodies to play the candy scenes. It didn't bother Matt though. It was a paycheck and it was a hell of a lot more than he could make being the other man in a commercial. At least they had some talent between them and he found he wanted to smile every time Regan came near. Thank God for small favors, she said, and she had Matt trying to imagine her nipples with studs, without studs, wrinkled and pinched between his fingers, slippery under his tongue. He caught himself staring. He raised his eyes and smiled. I doubt there's anything anyone could do to your breasts to make them any more perfect, he said, but I'd be willing to make an attempt. He took the water bottle from her hand, cracked it open and took a sip. He handed the bottle back and watched curiously as she turned the package with the gloves over in her hands. Have you ever used any of these things? she said. That depends, Matt said, suppressing a grin, on whether you're asking if I've used them on myself or if I've used them on someone else. He could have made her ask, to clarify. He thought he would, when he was in character, force her to say uncomfortable words that exposed her curiosity, that made her vulnerable. But now, in the dressing room, it just felt like it would be unnecessarily mean. Most of this stuff isn't really suited for my tastes or my anatomy, except for maybe those, he said, pointing at a few masturbators that might have gone unnoticed in the flashlight section of an Ace hardware. He held his hand up, fingers splayed. It's hard to make toys much better than this for me. He wiggled his fingers. Probably. I had this girlfriend my first year of college though, and she had one of those vibrators they sell in department stores... like this one. The Hitachi looked big next to most of the other toys. She was funnyvery proper in public. She probably ordered that massager from the Sears website. She might have even thought she'd just use it for her back, but wow , the stuff we tried with it. Matt shook his head slowly, remembering the exercise bike, the modified chair, the time he hid it under the sheets in her bed. We burned it out. Yes, I suppose I've used one of these things. He let the answer hang in the air for a moment. So which of these gadgets are your special friends, or do you prefer... He wiggled his fingers in the air again. Carole poured herself another burnt coffee in the break room at the warehouse and consulted the schedule on her tablet. Matt stared down into his styrofoam cup and watched oil swirls join and break apart on the coffee's evil looking surface. I don't want to have to be here at the ungodly hours you're expected to be here for makeup and sound check, Carole said, Eight sharp. Joanie wants to start the shoot at ten, but that's wildly optimistic if you ask me. But nobody asks me. Some of the crew is going to get together at Spike's Bar and Grill tonight to celebrate their last night of freedom for two weeks. You can go... or not. I think I'll just pop into Power Exchange a little later. My riding crop is itchy. Whatever you do tonight, remember, no marks on skin. No scrapes, bruises, bite marks, punctures, or hickies. We're paying you for your skin.