Here's and excerpt from Jack Shyte's book!
There
was a leather armchair in the corner across from me, and next to it
some kind of apparatus against the wall. I wasn’t sure what it was but
it looked like something you could use to restrain someone. It might be
my first time here, but I knew where I was and had some idea of what
went on. Or at least, I thought I did. It was like a large “X” shape
and had small metal eye hooks attached at various points. It had a
foreboding look, but at the same time I was excited and intrigued
looking at it. I would later learn that it’s called a St Andrews Cross,
and I would come to love the view from it, with my arms and legs
spread, and my naked body shackled against it. But that would all come
later, as I dived headlong into the exciting world of BDSM. For now I
felt like a country rube that had been dropped into the middle of Times
Square.
There
were other various loose items around the room, on shelves and hanging
from the walls. There were masks, whips and dildos. Lots of leather. I
smiled to myself through my inebriated haze, ‘lots of leather, what did
I expect?’ Even without visiting a dungeon, everyone who thinks about
it has the stereotypical images of a mistress. Tall, dressed in tight
leather outfits, long leather boots, and the mandatory leather whip.
But in the end, mistresses come in all shapes and sizes and dress in all
kinds of ways, although always sexily. They are such delicious
creatures.
After a while I heard footsteps approach the door. It opened quietly and the receptionist came into the room with my drink.
“Here you are,” she said, handing me the glass. “The mistresses won’t be long now. Make yourself comfortable.”
I
thanked her as she left the room, and drank my scotch, syphoning it
through the ice she had put in the glass and drained it in a gulp. I
remember thinking it was way too much ice, and made a mental note to
pass on the coke next time. I placed the glass on the table and stood
up, wondering where I’d be most comfortable, and whether I should be
sitting or standing when the mistresses came in. I decided to sit, and
went to the other side of the room and sat in the armchair, next to the
St Andrews cross. The armchair was facing the door directly, and
diagonally opposite. I sat and waited. My mind was numb with
anticipation……and what the fuck was taking so long! It was like time
had gone into slow motion. I couldn’t think anymore, wondering what was
going to happen, and what it would be like, so I tried to sit quietly,
and waited.
More footsteps; finally!
This time when the door opened I got my first look at a Mistress.
And Jack is giving away two copies of the book! All you have to do is leave a comment, telling me what you think of this style of genre!
