Keeping secrets can kill you. Women have secrets, all of them do, dirty secrets. If you are a woman reading this you know it too. I found out Cindy's secret, she didn't even have to tell me. Oh she told me, but she didn't even know it. That's the way women are. They may say something but they are really telling you something else. I wonder sometimes if they even know it. They want to tell you their dirty secrets. They know that they are torturing themselves by keeping them. They take pills, see counselors, buy books and watch Opra, hoping someone else has the same secret and they will find a way to live with their secret. There is only one way to live with a secret... tell it. That is the hard part, finding someone to tell it too, someone who is not morally superior, someone who won't judge you, someone who will make it alright. That is where I come in....
I knew I would have to call Cindy. After the night at the bar and all that happened she wouldn't know how to face me, but right now I knew I wanted to talk to my new friend the dominatrix/bartender. It was a slow hot July day around lunch time when I got to the bar. I figure it would be slow this early in the day. When I got inside Brenda wasn't behind the bar, some guy was there, an old, bald, fat guy. I asked him if I could see Brenda. He never even looked at me.
"Sure, I'll get her."
He went around to the end of the bar and into a backroom. Brenda came out and he went back behind the bar. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, nice tight jeans, I glanced at her crotch and wondered if she was wearing panties and tried to visualize her pussy and the steel ring that hung from it.
"Hello, sorry, but I had to straighten up in back today. I am not just the owner but the janitor too," she laughed.
"Could I buy you a drink?"
"Your money is no good here. Come to my office and I'll fix you something from my private stock."
I followed her, checking out her ass in those jeans. I am sure she meant for me to. We went into her office and I took a seat in front of her desk. She went to a small freezer and poured us both some ice cold vodka. She handed me the glass and sat down. I was very good vodka.
"I was hoping I would see you again," she said casually.
"Why?"
I figured it best to be direct. I don't think she expected a question. I think she was expecting an explanation and now it was me asking for one. She swallowed her vodka. I could tell she was buying time to think of an answer. Then she looked straight at me, her face becoming flush.
"The way you treated that girl you were with, the way you talked to her, you have no idea how much it excited me."
"You should be used to it. Didn't you say you used to be a dominatrix."
"Yes, I was a pro. I did it for the money. I learned a few things too. That is how I got this bar. But, I saw only submissive men. I never saw guys like you. I have seen men who thought they were real lady-killers too, but they were mostly just talk. They would cum in two minutes, be out of breath and leave you wanting. Believe me, my vibrator and I know the story. You tied that girl up, whipped her, fucked her, made her suck you off and even made her cum a couple of times and then fucked me in front of her. And I might add, fucked me very well, making me cum and, I believe, you came again too didn't you? All in a public place. You just don't give a damn do you."
"You still haven't answered my question."
"Damn you are tough aren't you," she said smiling, then her voice became soft almost shy, "I was hoping...," she paused and then said, "I want you to treat me like you treat Cindy. I really need that from a man."
"Funny, I wouldn't have figured you to be the type. You are self sufficient, a former dominatrix, probably bisexual. You did make her lick your pussy, a very beautiful pussy I might add. Was that for show or do you like a little pussy along with a cock?"
"No it wasn't just for show, but I wanted you to know that about me. You did like it didn't you?"
"Yeah, it was nice for a change, but when it comes to three-ways I never intend to be the odd man out if you know what I mean."
"You see, when I was domming, sometimes other women asked me to dominate them. Pretty soon I found that I liked it. I am no lesbian, but I do get off on making some hot piece of tail like Cindy tongue fuck me. Most guys like to watch too and I really, really want to please you. Are you serious about her?
"Cindy just needs a man like me right now. I doubt she'll stay with me forever. She just has some things she needs to work out."
"I'll bet she is some fucked up chick and you intend to fuck her up even more don't you," she said smirking, almost sadistically, like it would please her to she Cindy fucked up.
"Listen, Cindy wants everything I do to her. She had a pretty fucked up home life."
"Tell me what happened to her, mine wasn't so great either."
"I would rather talk about you. How does an attractive, smart business woman keep from settling down with a family."
"I married young, my ex-husband is in the federal pen. He has ten more years on a twenty year sentence. I have a kid, a boy thirteen, he lives with my Mom in Lafayette. What I have here is no life for him. Besides my Mom and I don't get along to well. She tried to take him away when I was a dominatrix. She and I have never gotten along too well. She wasn't much of a mother. She started fucking around on my biological father when I was just three. She had me when she was just seventeen. I can still remember sitting on the back porch listening to her moaning as she was inside fucking some guy. My dad left and she finally married some Cajun. . I am half Scottish and half Italian. I get my looks from my mother and my father, the fair skin from my mom and the dark hair from my father," she said as though her mind was somewhere else, looking toward the window. Then she looked at me.
"Damn talking to you is making me so hot. I don't even know your name, but I know I want to be your fucking slave. Let me just suck your cock. I swear I'll suck it deep and I would love to swallow it all too."
All this seemed a little too good to be true, but then neither of us were exactly amateurs.
