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Chapter 29: Coffee With Caliban
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 29: Coffee With Caliban - I run a Household in a secret BDSM Society. I think we need to be more open, and join the rest of the world, so I'm blogging about what really goes on here. I'm a pansexual sadist, and I take my pleasure wherever I will. The codes will update as I post, out of courtesy. I'll update weekly with my posts from the previous week.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Incest BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Spanking Rough Light Bond Humiliation Sadistic Group Sex Orgy Safe Sex Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Sex Toys Water Sports
So as someone interested in outreach, I often wind up meeting people the way ordinary people do: on dating sites, in the community, at non-Society parties, that sort of thing. I chat with them, get a feel for them -- if things work out we might play, and some of them come into our society in one way or another, whether for a while or for good. It's all about outreach.
And the kinky sex, of course. Can't forget that.
Currently I had a guy, bi male sub who goes by the name of Caliban who is kind of local, and who wanted to meet. He wanted a bit of humiliation and CBT, and I wanted my dick sucked. To be fair, I always want that. I met him at Cup O' Joes, a local coffee shop. My fucktoy of the day was Sammie, who had skin the color of milk chocolate, and her hair cut in a style Grace Jones would have liked.
It made her look severe, which she was. She got her name partly from her real one, not that she'd ever be a Samantha, and from the fact that she made it perfectly clear when she hadn't had enough. Caliban claimed he was a heavy player, and we'd see. If he didn't meet my needs, Sammie would be happy to bare her ass for a caning.
When we arrived the place was mostly empty. It was after the morning coffee rush and well before lunch. Sammie went in a few minutes before me, and got a seat where she could watch us together. I went in, nodded to the barista as I got my coffee, and settled into the table opposite Caliban.
He was tall and lanky. He wore a blue sweater with jagged stripes and a pair of jeans. He had smartphone that sat on the table next to him; he twirled it idly until i sat down, and then he clutched it in his hand. His hair was brown, and well groomed in a businessman's cut; he was clean-shaven as well. His eyes were grey-blue and a bit surprised when he looked up at me.
"I didn't think you'd come," he said.
"Had trouble with that?" I asked.
"Bi men keep flaking out on me," he said.
"I'm not bi, I'm pansexual," I said. He kind of looked at me. "I take my pleasure wherever I can find it."
He nodded, and swallowed. "That sounds good."
I leaned forward and wrapped my hands around my mug. "Are you ready then?"
"F-for what?" He leaned back a bit.
"For me to take my pleasure? Where ever I find it." I let my eyes travel over him and then back to his eyes. I raised my eyebrow and he blushed. He didn't say anything, or look away, so I continued. "This coffee shop has single person bathrooms with locks. Go into the bathroom, strip and kneel on the floor. Don't lock the door."