Page 182 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

Ben swallowed. “I'm not sure." By agreeing to meet this Dominant today he already said A, so he might as well say B. "Logan, my roommate and friend, thinks I should want to investigate my sadistic side. But," Ben ran a hand through his hair, "there's just something wrong with it.”

Gillespie narrowed his eyes for a moment. “Why?”

Ben leaned back in his chair and away from the other man.

“Ah.” Gillespie tipped his chair back on its hind legs and steepled his fingers over his stomach. “Let me guess… you're wondering if you're mentally unstable.”

Feeling nauseous and sweaty, Ben used his index finger to pull the collar of his shirt from his throat. “No. I just. Well…”

“Yes, you do. Many people in the lifestyle have these questions at one time or another.” Gillespie dropped the chair back onto its four legs. “Let me ask you this: As a child did you harm little animals? Kill them? Do you enjoy hurting unwilling females? Fantasize about raping them?”

"What? No!" Ben pushed away from the table and was almost to his feet.

"Sit down, young fool."

The hint of steel in Gillespie's voice almost made Ben's knees buckle, but he held the other man's stare for excruciatingly long moments.

"Please."

Somehow Ben knew this man wouldn't often plead, ask for permission or ask for forgiveness.

“I'm sorry. Sometimes the prejudice against the lifestyle irritates me, and I turn into a sarcastic ass."

Ben pulled his chair closer to the table and sat down again. "All right."

"All I'm saying is there's nothing wrong if the person you're with wants what you can give them. How about this? About once a month I organize live S&M Shows and Bondage Events. There aren't many places for heterosexuals to go to explore kink. The few leather clubs I know cater to the gay population. Someday I want to open a Bondage Club serving all the kinky tastes and educate the locals, whatever their gender or sexual preference. However," Gillespie leaned closer, "in two weeks I have an event. I could use some help, and meanwhile I can start my dream by educating you." The imposing, balding African American man rested his huge palm on Ben's shoulder. "Let me show you the ropes so to speak. Even though I consider myself a Daddy Dom, I can teach you a trick or two, and I know about half a dozen capable and trained sadists who can show you the delights of playing with a willing masochist."

Fuck me. He wasn't the only sadist in town and when with a willing partner, there was nothing wrong with the desire he’d unveiled by spanking Amber. Ben grinned, and for the first time since he entered the coffee shop, he relaxed. His time in Columbus had just gotten a whole lot more interesting. He had a fascinating and challenging quarter ahead, and in his off time he could visit the club and learn more about S&M. He was looking forward to both.

Ben returned Shane's gaze and nodded.

The End

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