Pegged by Sue

As I lay on my back, her subby husband knelt at my side ready for my mouth

Sue’s eyes burned into me when I first met her on the subway. We locked gazes in the crowd, got off the station and parted. Gone. An arousal wave rolled through me when I noticed her. Her look was as strong as a woman in a chorus line who would stand out because her presence was so large.

A nice moment that temporarily stiffened my cock. But that was all. Until I strolled in to the Bureau, an adult toy and bookstore boutique with every type of BDSM implement, clothing, videos and sexuality books available.

The place was an occasional escape where I mulled over my fantasies and desires. Memories flooded me, too, because it was where I frequented with my domme who found it necessary to move away. Pleasure and pain mingled in the aisles among the garters, floggers and chastity devices. And the strap-ons. The glorious dildos that I loved taking.

“Hello.”

Shocked, I turned and saw Sue. “Lurking are you?”

“Oh, hi.” I smiled. “Of a sort.”

“Of a sort?” Her voice was firm but her face relaxed when she shook her hand and introduced herself. “I’m Sue. Tell me more.”

I explained my knowledge and BDSM experiences and lapsed into how I was missing my domme, a woman who’s name I dare not even mention for fear that the heartache of her move would cause a tear.