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Teaching Tari (The Beginning) I walked through the darkness of the club. The atmosphere alive with the usually click clack of heels, whips against flesh, and wordy Doms being more worrisome then helpful. This club should be called “The Pretenders” instead; it was called “The Slut’s Box”. I head straight for the bar and order my drink, double shot of crown with coke and cherry chaser. I down the first drink leaving my brown and gold lipstick on the glass. I like the way it transferred so perfectly, brown on the outside gold on the inside. Absent-mindedly as sip my coke, I fish out the cherries. My mind traveled over reason and dimness-- why did I even come to these clubs anymore. I’m never going to go all the way. Hell, I didn’t even know what it was I was looking for. I should leave right now…after another drink. Pushing my twenty forward, I signal the barmaid for another drink. “You keep putting them away like that and you won’t be able to drive.” A deep voice from the left said. “Who said I was driving?” I ask slamming the shot with out looking over. “ I assume a lil’ one such as yourself, thinks she has more self control then to become drunk, unattended in a bar like this.” My mind flew into rage. “Lil’one,” he has a “lil’one”. I hated that term. It was such a Pretender term. The voice in my head was mocking it. I was not little in any way. I stand 5’8” 165 pounds, and heavy 36 DD breast. I feel could tantrum coming. I had to check myself, and make myself get a grip. “That’s why strangers should mind the own business.” I could feel him step closer he wasn’t touching me but he entering my space. I thought yup tonight’s the night you’ll get smashed in the face if you lay one hair one me. Looking into the fifth and six shot before I swallow the hot amber liquid, waiting for him to speak or move. “Lil one you have such a nasty attitude. The wrapping doesn’t matter half as much as the present. That’s what you would be a present. I think you should give you’re panties as a sign of your willingness to be trained my me.” I looked up laughing but his grey-white eyes gave me start. Grey-white that burned like white hot fore flickering hypnotizing me. Those eyes on creamy olive skin, I blinked clear of his trace and heard his words what kind of statement was that! His face, I don’t recall seeing. He height was astounding with his weight. He had to be about 6’4” 270-300 lbs. I didn’t think he would tower over me the way he did, it was more then intimidating, it was frightening. For the first time in a very long time I felt small. Taking two steps backward as he took one step forward, I turned and walked quickly to the bathroom. Moving quickly into one of the stalls, I slid my panties down. They were drenched I stuffed them into my purse. After handling, my business I promised myself to head straight for the door and never come back. Never think about this foolishness again. Taking two deep breaths, I push the door open and ran into his solid barrel chest. Startled, trying to process what my mind is seeing and what I was feeling, at the same I take, a few bewilder steps back into the stall. He reached out catching me by the wrist. “The panties girl I will have them now” Still in shock, I looked at him without moving blinking or breathing. “Now girl! Your panties!” his voiced raised but not yelling snapped me backed to reality, I opened my mouth to scream. He jerked me in and out, spinning me around, pulling me close and covering my mouth with his hand. We were facing the mirror when he took two steps forward pinning against he sink. “If I wanted too I could take you right here. I wouldn’t be nice neither I would split the tight lil booty hole open. I think I just might,’ he pushed his knee in between my legs. His knee was pressed firmly against my sex as he lifted me easily onto the sink. I stared at him through the mirror. I know I would not let something like this happen to me without putting up a hell of a fight, but I don’t remember fighting. I remember putting my hands on the glass to balance myself , thrusting my ass towards him. With a stiff and swift hand, he smacked me hard across my ass rapidly, bringing me back to my senses. My behind ablaze my cleared and I knew what I wanted. I pushed back and slid down his leg, reaching into my purse I gave him my panties. “Now we can begin. What is your name little girl." "Tari." |
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Love the story, darlin'. I definitely hope to read more in the future.
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10/27/2008 7:50 pm |
ah and the training begins....
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12/24/2010 8:36 pm |
Wow i loved it. It was great.
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