Blunts Tales – A Buzzy Tail

Have you met Annabelle?

When I applied to be a house submissive, I had this ideal of submission. Of kneeling at my dominant’s feet, serene, exotically beautiful, and somehow, fragrant.

The sweaty reality has been very different. Playing at private parties and New York’s underground sex clubs hadn’t prepared me for how much the Blunts dominants would enjoy destroying any shred of composure and leaving me a quivering mess. 

“D’you need another minute to recover or should we get started?”

I’ve given up the idea of enjoying the afterglow with any of the club dominants except Mistress Dana and Master Javier, both of whom are big believers in wallowing in the ‘glow. Some of the Masters even enjoy ruining orgasms, which is turning into a soft limit for me. I want to be relaxed after a scene, not screaming with frustration.

“I’m ready, sir,” I tell him.

He gives me a speculative look. “I think a scene or two about communicating honestly with your dominant might be in your future, sweetheart. But for now, I’ll take that at face value. Pull up your panties while I get an accessory or two.”

I do as I’m told, sliding off the bed and sinking into the basic kneeling position all house submissives are taught while Theo gets busy in a corner. When he returns, he hands me a vintage, leather satchel. I take it from his hands and hold it open while he loads it with three vibrators and three graduated butt plugs. The largest one is ridiculously big, as large as my fist. He turns on the vibrators, closes and latches the satchel, and motions me to my feet.

“You can go anywhere within the club,” he tells me. “You can speak to anyone. You offer them the satchel and ask them to guess what’s inside. If they guess right, you curtsey and give them a vibrator. If they guess wrong, you offer them a butt plug. When you run out of vibrators or have the biggest butt plug in, scene’s over.”

I glance down at the bag in terror. Will that monster even fit inside me? “Sir, I’ve never taken a plug that big.”

He reaches around to pat my a$$. “First time for everything.”

Who will win Master Theo’s game?

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Blunts Tales – A Thorny Tail

Have you met Master Ten?

Operation: Punishment Scene

Location: Blunts

Time: 21:30

I’m on time.

She’s not.

It should be the first and only time Briar Rose is ever late to scene with me, but it’s far from it. She’s habitually late for scenes. Her lateness is part of her testing me. She wants me to prove my mastery.

She won’t be disappointed tonight.

I check my watch, even though I’m perfectly aware of the seconds that have passed.

21:31:01.

Officially late.

I move from where I’ve been setting up the punishment frame and take my phone out of my bag. With a tap, I call the reception desk. Austin, a house submissive who would never dream of being less than five minutes early to a scene and who, I admit, bores me, answers.

“How may I serve you, Master Ten?”

“If Briar’s pulling her usual shit, she’s loitering somewhere around the desk. Tell her to haul her ass in here.”

Austin clears his throat. “Yes, sir, I’ll tell her.”

As expected. She’s probably leaning against his desk, gossiping, with that light in her eyes she gets when she’s deliberately thwarting a Dom. Although Briar doesn’t get along with most of the house submissives, I notice none of them dodge her when she has her “I have tea to spill” face on.

And there’s been a lot of tea to spill lately.

I rub my hand over my own face, wiping away frustration and irritation, and return to my preparations.

The last time I used this punishment frame, a very different submissive was strapped into it. If I’m honest with myself—and I’m always honest with myself—I’d prefer it was her I was waiting for. Not that she ever made me wait. DirtyGurl wasn’t as eager as Austin, but she was always punctual. She had her own testing moments, sure. All subs do. But she was respectful of my time.

I’m not sure Briar Rose knows the meaning of the word “respect.”

She might just learn tonight.

Does Master Ten teach Briar Rose a lesson she won’t forget? And what’s with the toothbrush?

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Blunts Tales – A Queenly Tail

Have you met Queen Twitch?

Pence makes me wait longer than anyone else would. He’s intimidated by my fabulousness. I covet his hair, which is better than a Kpop idol’s, I’ll admit, although he should dye it silver-grey like mine if he really wants to turn heads. Otherwise, he’s a nasty little piece of work. How he managed to finagle a collar from Master Harold, who is one of the club’s silverbacks and such a sweetheart, I’ll never know.

Once Pence buzzes me through, I push the door open and take a sharp left, while adjusting my crown in his direction with my middle finger.

“You have to sign in,” Pence barks after me.

I pivot like I’m still walking the catwalk and strut over to his desk. “Oh, darling, didn’t anyone tell you? I work here now.”

The way Pence’s face falls would be comical if I wasn’t well aware of his malice. I was upstate with my sister over the summer when Pence and that false queen, Rachel, ganged up on the club’s little, Emily. But Kiki was in the shower and overhead the whole thing. Emily’s daddy, Master Logan, got to Pence before Kiki got out, but if it had been me, I’d have jumped out in all my n4ked glory to snatch the brat bald for the things he said to her.

Pence pushes the papers on the reception desk around with his fingertip—unmanicured, the little heathen—before he answers me. “No one mentioned it. You’re joining as a house submissive?”

I scoff gently. “As if Sir would ever share me.” His eyes dilate slightly as that shot hits the mark. Master Harold may have given him a collar, but Pence is still a house submissive, so they’re not exclusive the way I am with Sir and Kiki. “Our little club historian has identified holdings in need of repair. Antique books and manuscripts are my specialty.” I flip a silver-gray lock over my shoulder. “So they’ve asked me to accept a position in the library.”

“You’re a librarian?” Pence asks flatly.

I chuck him under the chin with my forefinger, which you can bet has a fresh set. “Stop by the library any time, darling. I’m sure you could use a little education.”

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Blunts Tales – A Party Tail

Have you met the mysterious Master Shedo?

I’m scared.

Scared breathless. Scared stupid. 

I tuck my arms behind my back and twist my hands together so the Masters and Mistresses watching me can’t see how badly my hands are shaking. I will my knees to stop knocking. Try to force air into my lungs by breathing in through my nose, out through my mouth to a count of five the way I’ve been taught.

I don’t even make it to three before I’m gasping in another breath.

“Sweet pea, do you need a minute?” 

That’s Master Franco’s cool, deep voice. I can’t see him, because I’m blindfolded for the auction, like all the other house submissives when we’re put up on the block for sale. But I know most of the Masters and Mistresses voices so well I can pick them out, one from the other, without needing to see their faces. 

There are only a few I’ve done so few scenes with that I don’t know their voices. The exclusively gay masters like Charles, Felix, and Pence’s new master, Harry. The heavy sadists like Javier, Karl, and Nico, who say I’m too fluffy to handle their dominance. And then there are the mysterious masters who almost never play with anyone, like Chairman Chess since he lost his wife, or Master Shedo who barely speaks.

I’m so afraid of one of them buying me.

What happens when Master Shedo buys Tamsin at the Blunts annual auction?

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Blunts Tales – A Waggy Tail

Have you met Chairman Chess?

Barking and yipping penetrates the sanctuary of my office.

I rub my fingers over my brow. My skin feels both tacky and greasy from working through the night. Since my computer is now cycling as the dividends are paid out to the club’s members, I take the moment to reach into my desk drawer and pull out a Fulton and Roark towelette.

There was a time, not even a year ago, that Sara Ann would have been kneeling by my chair, patiently waiting for me to finish. She wouldn’t have let her master work all night, and if I’d insisted, she’d have been the one to wipe my brow.

She took good care of her husband and master.

I don’t look at the empty space next to my chair as I wipe my face.

Can Chess find a second chance at the Blunts puppy trials?

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