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First Story M/F (fiction)

Taj

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Well I could'nt draw a stick figure if my life depended on it, so no artwork from me. All the vid clips I have, I've already seen...so there's really no need to repost any, ditto with the gallery section. So I've decided to shed the lurker status and try and contribute something worthy of this forum. I've had this story in my head for awhile now, and wanted to try and get it right before posting it. So without further ramblings from me, on with the show.


I've always wanted my own business, ever since I was a little kid. The idea of taking orders and making money for someone else never really appealed to me in the least. But what kind of operation I wanted I did'nt know. There seemed to be a service or product out there for everything these days, and if I wanted to make it in the real world, I needed something different, something new. Something nobody has ever heard of, or would ever dare to dream of. However, I've always been a huge risk taker. I was the first of my family or friends to ever try sky diving, the first to go bungee jumping, and the first to try water rafting. So I thought of a venture that no-one else would ever try. Now believe you me, it was'nt easy to get the money together for this little venture of mine. Everyone I took the idea to thought I was the craziest person to ever walk the face of the earth. My family would'nt contribute one dime, I was laughed out of banks, hell even loan sharks would'nt look in my direction. So I worked like a dog to pull the money together, and took another mortgage out on my house, but I finally managed to pull it off.

So now here I am, sitting in a run down building, in a run down neighborhood. But thats the way I wanted it. You see, I did'nt want every person in town knowing of my business. It was only for shall we say, "risk takers." My clientel started out small, but over time I managed to get enough clients interested, to support 2 additional staff members. In fact, when I think about it, its getting time to soon expand and....but I'm getting off topic.

I wanted to tell you about Kelly. She was becoming quite the regular at my establishment, coming in maybe three or four times a week. I always expected her around the same time, and this time was no different. I was working behind the front desk when I heard the door chime activate. I looked up and gave the familiar face looking at me a warm smile. "Afternoon Kelly." I said, putting aside the papers I had been filling out. She did'nt return my smile, as she walked up to the desk.

She looked tired, almost depressed to the point of tears. Without another word from me, I slid the clipboard across to her and watched her face closely. She seemed oblivious to my presence as she filled out the required forms, almost with a desperate haste. After a few moments, she slid the board back towards me and waited. Taking the paper, I read her answers out loud, which was standard procedure for conformation. "No heart troubles, no medication currently being taken, no alcohol consumption." I looked up to see her nod to all three statements, that same sadness across her face. I continued, "Restraints to be used, socks off, tools optional." Again that same sad nod. I raised my eyebrows at her final checks. "No safewords, time indefinite?" Again she nodded. I looked at her with sympathy as I reminded her of the fifteen minute time limit with a ten minute break in between. She only shrugged her shoulders, and turned to walk to the waiting room. I checked her paper once more and noticed she checked my name as the one to administer the service. I sighed, called one of my employees to take over and went to prep the room we would occupy.

As I sat waiting in the client lounge, I was going over my very unhappy day. Work had been a total disaster. My presentation was a total flop, and my asshole of a boss was threatening to demote me. Defineately not my best day. I needed this, to take my mind off things. I guess I really was'nt thinking as I filled out the papers. I usually have a safeword when I visit, but what the hell. I needed a great laugh and this was one of the best places to get it.

It was'nt long before Simon appeared in the archway, to lead me to one of the four rooms in the back. I usually always use Simon on these visits. He's one of the best, although that new guy he hired, Thomas was no slouch either. But to compare the two? Well that was apples n oranges.

He led me to the far room and stepped aside for me to enter first. I walked in, looking around. The room was quite dull, like all the rooms here with a comfortable dentist type chair close to the far wall, opposite the door. A water cooler was only a few feet away, and believe me with Simon?...you needed the water. I sat down, and made myself comfortable, while Simon began strapping me in. My arms were secured first, with heavy worn leather. He then moved to the controls and began moving the chair to the point where my legs were slightly above my head. As he began strapping down my legs, I could hear a loud buzzing, which was accompanied by hysterical laughter, coming from the next room. "Another satisfied customer." I said half heartedly. Simon chuckled as he untied my shoes,took them off, and placed them on the floor. I felt his fingers against my ankles as he removed my socks. "Well we aim to please." he said with a smile. He sat down and pulled a rolling table loaded with an assortment of items close to him. He sighed and picked something off the table. "Well if you're comfortable and ready, we'll begin." I took a deep breath, and nodded. He nodded back and then it began.

I felt his fingers pull back my toes, and braced myself. My laughter was soon boiling up inside me as he scrubbed the joints of my toes with what felt like a toothbrush. The tiny bristles worked their magic and with a shocked inhale, the laughter came pouring out of me. It was maddening, as he quickly scrubbed the brush from side to side. My initial reaction was to pull my legs up, to protect the delicate flesh being handled in such away. Escape was useless however, and no matter how much I jerked, the leather straps held firm. He worked the brush from toe to heel, making sure he missed not an inch of skin. On the ball of my foot, just under my little toe, he began a circular motion. The bristles scratched across my skin, causing me to laugh even harder. He concentrated there, for a few moments before continuing his maddening onslaught. My sides began to ache from the continual laughter that racked my body. But oh how good it felt to laugh after such a bad afternoon. Soon the electricity type feelings deceaced as I tried desperately to catch my breath before the next wave. I did'nt need to wait long. A new wave of laughter hit me as I felt what must have been his index finger, slide between my toes, and began a twisting motion, like he was turning a screwdriver. The friction he was causing was almost unbearable, and I begged him to stop. Pleaded like crazy for it to end, but all for not. He said nothing as he worked. I had been concentrating on the feelings so much on my right foot, I forgot about my left. Simon however did not, and soon a familiar buzzing sound came to life. I tilted my head back, lifting my neck off the chair as I felt an electric brush touch the sole of my left foot and worked its way up towards the toes. The laughter was straight from the belly, and continual. Every nerve ending was alive as the electric brush danced across my sole. It seemed like an eternity before it finally ended. The laughter turned to giggles, and soon to panting, as I tried to control my breathing.

Simon stood up and released me from my bonds. He walked over to the cooler, and retrieved a glass of water, which he placed beside me. "Drink it slowly." he said softly, and walked towards the door to the lobby. Before he left, I called his attention. He turned around and looked at me. "Is it too late to request a safeword?" I asked with a smile. He returned the smile with his own warm one and shook his head. "Never too late," he said as he opened the door. "We aim to please." As he closed the door behind him, I regained my composure, and drank the cool water. I'd have to remember to check the safeword box on my next visit.
 
Great story, your writing skills are very good. I like how you used the two person style of writing but the change was so abrupt that you might want to add a short bridge so the story flows better when it switches from 'Simon's' perspective to 'Kelly's.
 
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