Chapter One
I was in the basement of ‘Kinks and Things’, our local b**m club, sipping on a glass of red wine and watching some guy whipping his wife when my view was interrupted by a crotch. It was a hot looking crotch barely covered by a mini-skirt, which had stepped six inches in front of me and blocked my view. I slowly raised my eyes past a tight bare midriff and small soft breasts barely restrained in a halter top to encounter a vision.
“Hi,” the vision said. “My name is Debbie.”
“Uh…hi…uh…Debbie,” I stuttered.
“You’re Darryl, right?”
“Uh…yes.”
“Well, Darryl, I’m looking for someone to abuse tonight and you just look like you might be game.”
“What?”
“A little session on the wall, maybe?” she said c*****g her head toward the wall behind her where the guy was now using a quirt o
