Page 2 of Black Light: Cured

It’s my main asset, so I might as well show it off. With a smirk and a light smack to my bottom, I give

a little wiggle to the mirror and put up my clothes.

Enough time stalling. It doesn’t matter that my knees are practically knocking, the Doms here don’t

wait for anyone. And though I love being punished, I detest when I actually earn it.

All manner of play is in full swing as I step out into the main area. A bone-deep longing slams

into me as I walk past the spanking benches and glance up onto the stage at the St. Andrew’s Cross.

The sounds of others getting their needs met with the slap of an implement or smack of a hand stops

me for a moment. If I wait long enough, the Doms I normally play with will be more than willing to

bend me over and beat me until I can’t think or even move.

But that’s not what tonight is about. Tonight is about discovering something new with a Dom that’s

eager to play.

There he is. The man that’s going to let me dip my toes into the unknown. I’ve been watching

Master Dillon for a while now, fascinated by the beautiful, intricate designs he weaves around

willing bodies. For some, they seem to just melt into the ropes, as if they are hammocks spun by the

gods themselves. Others cry out, as if those same ropes are cutting them to pieces.

What will he do to me? Knowing him, it will probably be the gentle kind, something to lull me in.

In our negotiations, I made it very clear that I had no experience whatsoever with rope, so he will

probably go easy on me. But do I want that? I thrive on pain. I need the cathartic release just to

function. How well will I do with something light and soft?

Ropes dangle from the ceiling above, like some odd, beaded curtain, bringing up childhood

memories that have no place in this decadent space. Master Dillon’s lips quirk up into a lopsided grin

as he shuttles the thick cords through his fingers, measuring them out and letting them fall to the floor.

“Don’t worry,” he teases. “They aren’t going to bite. Tonight is just to give you a taste. I’m not

going to do anything crazy.”

I knew it. Deep down, I knew he was going to keep things light, surface level, but then, what else

did I really expect? Here in Black Light, the Doms pride themselves on safety first. It’s commendable,

and the perfect way to stay safe. But what if I don’t want safe? What if I want something that will take

my breath away?

He extends his hand, his soft smile never leaving his face. I detest the way my fingers shake as I

reach out to him, but nothing I do seems to make it stop. As he studies me, his lips turn down into a