The Garage Shoot
Saturday Night.
10pm – Gather everything, grab a couple of Sweet Teas and drive.
Something I should have done…tie the rope before hand…that would have saved more time for shooting.
10:25pm – Arrive at location: a pretty much abandoned parking garage. Cars scatter the various levels. There’s a van being loaded at the dock. I’ve been watching this location for some time…no one uses the roof level.
10:35pm – After blowing precious time on rope, we’re ready. DE and I walk to one of the elevator buildings. I call the elevators to our floor, cuff and tie her – the shoot begins.
10:45pm – We leave.
Zipper on a thigh
It was her first zipper.
She took it well.
I made her count each bite as I ran the clips up one thigh and down the other. Her breath would catch with each new nibble as the count rose about 15.
Two strings. Two thighs. They reminded me of strings of firecrackers with pink fuses. Perhaps the snap, the sharp noises as I tore them up and off her sensitive flesh? Maybe the anticipated, ever so shocked delayed reaction a sub has when the zipper is pulled? Or it could just be that’s how they looked as I stood above the bed giving instruction, explaining the countdown, preparing her for the
PULL! – !SNAP!SNAP!SNAP!SNAP!
Eyes-wide-gasp, fingers splayed wide and mouth collapsed into alphabetic shock.
“Son-of-a-BITCH!” She moans, pulling fetal. Mouth and eyes close. Everything about her becomes a tiny ball.
I caress her, comfort her with soft words and wicked laughs.
I am very pleased.
“What happened to the countdown Sir?” She manages after a few seconds.
I shrug. Not bothering to answer.
“Want another?”
“Oh yes, please Sir.”
















