Page 45 of Brandishing Beginnings

Maya

Thenextday,Idid as Nico had asked. I started with the online quiz he sent. It asked me over a hundred different questions all about sex, from ‘do you enjoy getting tied down dominated in the bedroom’, to ‘do you enjoy causing your partner pain’? By the end of it, I had learned that I was most definitely a sub, with a pain and rope fetish. The idea of being chased through the woods had intrigued me, and being watched while have sex or being used degradingly was a turn on for me.

I also learned that I needed to be cared for, and the idea of someone taking care of me and making me their priority, sounded good to me. Shit, that sounded good to anyone in any relationship,but I also knew all relationships were different, and not everyone received the same attention from their partners as others.

I doubted I would have any lack of attention from dating three men, in fact, I often wondered if I would get any alone time at all. This week we were taking things slow. They wanted me to read about the lifestyle and ease into things. I’d had one date with Nico already, and when he took me home last night, he’d mention that Marcos would be taking me out Friday night.

That gave me two whole days of research. I knew Marcos was nothing like Nico. He wouldn’t be gentle when I saw him. Marcos had an intensity about him. He wouldn’t ease me into anything when he finally had me to himself.

After I took the test, I printed out my results three times. I figured I would give them to the guys and let them know I was serious about things. The test had definitely been eye-opening for me—I had learned a lot about myself in a very short amount of time. I moved onto a very long and detailed check list.

I took my time with the check list, pausing to look up things likesoundingandgolden showers, neither of which I thought I was into. The check list had columns for me to check either hard yes, soft yes, maybe – let’s talk about it, soft no, or hard no. Feeling like I really evaluated the list and myself, I made sure that if there was anything I was really on the fence about, I checked themaybe – let’s talk about itcolumn, hoping my guys would be understanding and not condescending if I really didn’t know something.

There was so much more to BDSM and kink that I ever knew about. I ended up researching most of the day, falling down rabbit-holes on the internet and getting sucked into things I’d never heard of before.

By the end of the night, though, on Thursday, I was a horny mess and needed to get off. Feeling almost bold, and intrigued about asking for permission from my Dom’s, I reached out to the group chat I had with my three guys and texted.

Maya:

I’ve been taking quizzes and checking boxes all day. I feel like I’ve done more research today than I did all last semester. I’m so fucking turned on right now.

I didn’t have to wait long at all, before the three little dots popped up and someone was typing.

Marcos:

Is that right, baby. You need something?

Jason:

Is your little cunt dripping for cock?

Nico:

Such a good girl for us. I can’t wait to read your answers.

Maya:

I’m aching. So fucking wet. CanI come please?

I expected the three little dots to pop up immediately again, but was shocked then they didn’t. Were they going to leave me hanging?

Finally, I received a reply.

Jason:

Good girl. You should always ask us before you touch that cunt. It belongs to us.

I waited, wondering if Marcos or Nico would respond. Jason didn’t technically say I could, he just praised me for reaching out to them.

My phone rang with an incoming video call. I silenced the call quickly. It was late and my parents were sleeping. I didn’t want to risk waking them by talking on the phone late at night. I answered the phone, keeping my voice soft. “I can’t talk loud,” I explained as I answered the phone.

On the screen, all three of my guys were huddled together in what looked like the living room of their small apartment. Dressed in plain T-shirts, they looked like they were winding down for bed for the evening. “God damn, chica,” Marcos muttered.

I smiled and glanced down at what I was wearing: short booty shorts and a tight cropped tank top. I’d been home all day alone while my parents were at work, there had been no reason to get dressed. Now, in front of my guys, I could see how much skin was on display, especially my new tattoo that I was letting breathe for a little while.

“Dagger said you were friends with Slade Cooper. She does great work.” Stone’s voice was a soft rasp that sent shivers down my spine.

I must have closed my eyes and shivered, because his deep chuckle had me opening them to look down at my phone screen. “Please.” I moaned low.

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