Page 5 of Dirty Little Virgin
If a man were to tell me that he gets joy out of hitting a woman, then I’d detest him. A man who bound a woman, then hit her and took her sexually, well, he’d be a person I couldn’t stand.
So what the hell am I doing? Why am I thinking about trying to talk to someone who I think is evil? What the hell is wrong with me? And what would my family think of me for even contemplating this?
Sitting back, I try to rationalize my thoughts. Like a reporter, I don’t have to agree with anything when I’m trying to get information. I can ask questions, get my answers, and move on from the monster.
It’s not as if I’m going to ask some Dom to take me on and show me what happens in their dark world. I’d never do that!
My hand moves to the laptop and pulls it open. It’s like my will has taken over as I type ‘BDSM Clubs’ into the search engine. My fingers hesitate as I see the first link to a club with an actual website. It’s called “The Dungeon of Decorum”, and I click it.
Looking over the page that opens, I find a message board and type inIs there anyone in this club who’d like to help me learn more about the real world of BDSM?
Now to see if anyone wants to respond …
Pierce
Birds chirp, waking me from a deep sleep. Blinking my eyes to shield them from the bright sunlight that’s pouring through my pale green, sheer- curtained window, I stretch and yawn with the onset of the weekend. With no plans made, I think I’ll make myself a healthy breakfast of oatmeal and wheat toast, then head to the gym. Maybe I’ll just let the day take me wherever it wants to.
Moving to the bathroom, I turn on the shower, letting the steamy water heat the cold tiles. Multiple jets shoot the water out, hitting almost the entire surface of the tiled walls. Padding over to the sink, I brush my teeth, floss, then rinse with mouthwash.
Into the shower I go, pouring an expensive shampoo I found online last week into my palm. It smells like leather and sandalwood, making me feel exceptionally masculine. In no time at all, I’m bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and dry off, then dress in casual clothing. Jeans, a T-shirt, and running shoes will suffice.
Heading downstairs to the kitchen, I find the fridge well-stocked. Edith, my house manager, has made sure I’m ready to cook for myself through the weekend, like I always do. I give the staff every weekend off. I prefer to be alone in my home when I’m off. They come in after I leave for work each weekday and are gone before I come home.
During the week, I take my meals in town. Most of the time, I get home around eight and usually hit the hay pretty early. I’m a faithful subscriber to the idea that early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. So far, it’s worked wonders for me!
After making my breakfast, I take it to the table and open up my laptop to see what’s going on around Portland this weekend. As always, I check the club’s website first to see if any of the subs have posted anything I might be interested in.
The name Jade Thomas is the first thing I see as I scan the message board. I’ve never seen that name on here before. And she’s asked a question.
Is there anyone in this club who’d like to help me learn more about the real world of BDSM?’
“Jade Thomas,” I say out loud. “And what does this young lady want to know, I wonder?”
Without hesitation, I ask my own question,What do you want to know more about our world for?
I begin to eat my oatmeal as I wait to see if she’ll answer me. It takes no time before I see her response.Just curious. And is your real name Dr. Power?
Laughing, I type back,No, we don’t use our real names on this site. But I bet you did, Jade Thomas.
Eating my toast, I watch the screen, eager to see her reply.
That is my real name. What’s your real name? You see, I’m looking for a person who will be honest with me about the goings on in the BDSM scene. If you can’t be honest enough to tell me your name, then I shouldn’t waste any more of your time.
Thinking about the fact that she might be wasting my time, I ask,Where are you from, Jade?
She’s quick to answer,The United Kingdom. If you’re worried about me outing you to society or something like that, you needn’t worry.
“A Brit,” I say to myself. She’s far enough away, I doubt her knowing my real name would hurt a thing. I type in,Pierce Langford.
Thank you, Pierce Langford. First, I’d like to tell you that I’m majoring in creative writing at a university in North Wales. My goal is to become a romance author. I’d like to specialize in the erotic genre. But I need some information about certain topics. Topics like the BDSM scene. I don’t fully understand it. Oh, who am I kidding, I don’t understand it all. Are you by chance a Dom?
I am. Why, you looking for one?I type in.
Purely to ask questions to, nothing more than that. Are you up to answering some questions for me, sir?
Her use of the termsirlets me know she’s a respectful woman. But I should find out how old she is before I give her such information.Before I divulge information that might warp a young mind, I need to know your age and your sexual experience, Jade.
Thoughtful of you, sir. My age is 23, and my sexual experience is limited to masturbation. I am a virgin.
