Hello Mr. Solid Muscular Chest!

Hi Everyone!!

Happy Wednesday!! I hope that everyone is staying cool in this summer weather. It is very hot here by me today. I want to take a moment to thank Melody Parks for running this blog hop! It's so much fun to be a part of!

I have another snippet today from my current WIP. It's my M/m BDSM story. Today, Marcus, finally gets to see what the dungeon looks like! Enough talk, time for the snippet! :-)

           This new room had to be the dungeon. It was divided up in to three big, vertical sections. The right and left sections held stations that many couples were playing at. Each station appeared to be different. The center aisle was very wide. It was where people were walking or watching other couples play at the stations.

            I walked down the aisle, wanting to see what was offered at each station. I paused when I came to one, where a woman was tied down to a bench. She was being briskly caned by a man who strongly resembled Channing Tatum. Oh, to be in her place. That was my initial thought until he moved and I saw the half dozen crimson red stripes covering both of her ass cheeks. I grimaced.  That has to hurt.

            Passing several more stations, I didn't stop until I reached one that was almost at the back of the dungeon. It consisted of a simple spanking bench and on the wall nearby, there was a peg board filled with implements that could be used if a Dominant wished.

            Currently the station was being used by a Mistress who was spanking her female submissive. The woman's bottom was already a light pink color when the Mistress picked a paddle from the wall. She patted it in her hand for a moment before moving over and smacking the woman's behind with it leaving behind a large red spot.

            I had to hold back my groan as the woman moaned. I felt myself grow hard as the Mistress continued to paddle her submissive's butt. When the Mistress asked her submissive if she wanted to come, I had to turn away for fear that I was going to explode in my leather pants.

            As I turned, I ran smack dab in to a solid, muscular chest.

Oh! I wonder if the man with the solid, muscular chest has a name! You'll have to come back for more to find out!

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Happy Wednesday Everyone! :-)