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By Jamie Ott


Milo patted his dark slicked-back hair and breathed out

heavy. He didn’t want to go to Nicholas’ “friend’s” party.
Milo loved him, as they’d known each other all their lives,
but Nicky was just a hack. Truthfully, he didn’t want to
spend another evening hankering out in the cold while
Nicky pretended to be a Mr. Debonair.

Just as Milo was about to call and cancel, the doorbell rang.
Mr. Debonair dressed to the nines in his feather grey pin
striped suit and his phony friend Alec.

“Hey man, ya ready?”

“Haaaa,” he breathed, “yeah.”

On the way, Nicky and Alec rambled on about some of the

women they worked with. Alexandra, whom Nicky had
been seeing for a few months, was pressuring Nicky to get
serious with her. Just like cold-hearted Nicky, he broke up
with her immediately, and Alec went after her. Milo ran his
hands through his hair and sighed; he wished they’d shut

Nicky said, “So! Are you ready to party tonight?”

“Not really. In fact, I was getting ready to cancel on you,

but you were already at the door.”

“No way! You’re crazy, man! Didn’t I tell you? This is one
of Jerry’s parties, the guy I’d been telling you about.”
“Yeah, but you know a lot of guys and they never pull
through. I just don’t feel like hanging out in the cold,
having useless chit-chat with strangers.”

“Man, you are such a buzz-kill, seriously. Can’t you just

liven up a bit? You’re like a wet blanket. Besides, this is
gonna be off the hook, I just have a feeling; Jerry works in
the modeling industry. There’s gonna be a bunch of hotties
there and you’ll be glad you didn’t cancel.”

Nicky would never grow up. They’d been out of college

seven years and he still party-hopped, drank until he
couldn’t stand, and wore the same stupid boxers with the
breast prints and penis’ all over them; they were his “lucky
boxers,” supposedly.

They pulled up to a deserted building on a dark street.

There was hardly any light or life to indicate they were in
the right location. They looked up and down the street,
which appeared to be completely empty.

“All right, let’s go,” and Milo made to get back in the car.

“Wait! The address was 2240, this is 2238. We’re not going
anywhere, yet.”

They walked to the building next door, which also seemed

completely empty. A red-brick path lay to the right; they
followed it through to the dim lit back. A silver mailbox
with multiple slots indicated 2238. Alec opened the steel
door and they followed him up several flights of stairs.

At the very top, there were two black doors, upon which
Nicky knocked. When a well suited man answered the
door, Nicky gave him a gold quarter.

“Heads or tails?” asked the man.

“Uh,” Nicky shrugged, “tails?” as he furrowed his eyes in


The man stood back, “What does that mean?” asked Milo.

“How the hell am I supposed to know?”

Although the building was dark and rundown from the

outside, within was quite cozy. There was a large empty
waiting room with a few red couches and light colored
walls. A large restaurant-style, metal netted fireplace was in
the middle of the room, and a bar was in the far right

They followed the man through the waiting room, past a set
of stairs, and into a short hall that had two doors. Milo
looked around as the sound of someone crying echoed from
somewhere. When a loud, high pitched squeal followed,
Milo began to feel annoyed. He just wasn’t in the mood for
another dumb party with unintelligible women.

The man opened the door to the right.

Everyone looked normal in their casual suits and formal

dress. A large dance floor to the right was unoccupied.
There was a large bar to their left and a dozen or more little
round tables at which sat most of the guests; mostly in pairs
of two.

Milo recognized a Bach Flute concerto being played

through speakers in all corners of the room. When the
music stopped, everyone stood up and the guys moved two
seats to their left while the women moved two steps to their
right. Yes, it was a speed dating party.

The man closed the door behind them.

“I’m not staying here. I don’t speed date. If this is a setup

because you think I am some sort of loser, well, I can get
plenty of tail on my own?”

They both looked at Milo, “No, we’re just as confused as

you are,” said Nicky.

A tall man with white hair in a dark blue suit walked up to


“Nicky, glad you made it,” he said in an extremely deep


“Hey, Jerry. Listen, what is this? A dating game?”

“Yeah, don’t look so shocked. Look at these women;

they’re average, good looking, successful, intelligent, and
well kept. These women will go the distance to please their
men; the kind of woman every self assured man needs, and
vice versa. Here,” he pulled three sheets of paper from a
little table at the entrance, “fill out these little
questionnaires, and then sit where it tells you. I’ll be in the
back taking care of business, and drinks are on the house –
just tell him tail lights out. Good night,” he said with a

The questionnaire had the basics, such as age, gender, race,

and profession. Milo lost respect for the venture once it
asked if he liked breasts or butt more, and if opening doors
for his partner made him feel: A. Proud, B. Respected, or
C. Indifferent. What kind of nonsense was that?

“Well I like tits, there’s no doubt about that,” said Nicky,

but Alec was torn.

Milo was relieved that Nicky and Alec had to go sit at the
furthest set of tables because he didn’t need them taunting
him. What if he actually met someone interesting?

Disappointed, Milo went through three uninteresting

women before meeting someone whom he felt there might
be a connection. Her name was Sandy, and she was a
“quirky Gemini” according to the stupid little card.

Sandy composed herself with the elegance of a queen, yet

had the heart shaped face of innocence. She looked at him
with large, expressive watery brown eyes; at which, Milo
could do nothing but stare. When she said hello, he forgot,
momentarily, to reciprocate.

What could Milo say? Sandy was the adage, beautiful like a
flower. Her voice was the metaphor, a song of birds.

Milo was euphoric until Nicky slapped him on the


“What are you, deaf? Let’s go!” he said annoyed.


“Those women are all messed up in the head, that’d be

why. One was really bitchy; I wanted to tell her to get
therapy. After her, another told me she didn’t mess around
with boys and that I needed to grow up. I figured I’d give it
one more shot, but when the next chick called me a shit
head-loser, I figured I’d had enough. Besides, I knew if I
was getting hammered, things probably weren’t going to
well for you; figured I come and rescue you. This party was
a dumb idea but the woman at the bar was all right, so I
gave her my number.”

Milo turned toward the backseat, “What about you, Alec?

Have any luck?”

“Not really, I met two women. One was really mean too,
she ordered me to buy her a drink. The second one just
talked my ear off. You?”

“Yeah, I was talking to a total hottie. I guess you didn’t

notice, but I got her number, so it’s all good.”

Milo couldn’t wait to get his paws on that Sandy. She was
somewhat mysterious and there was a way about her
shyness that gave Milo the distinct feeling she was more
than meets the eye. Still, he was a guy, and so he waited a
day and a half before calling her; they made plans for

Nicky and Alec were hanging out on the couch watching

the football game. Milo had to really bitch at them to get
them to leave.

“Oh come on, asshole! You’re gonna pick some chick over
your bros?”

“Get out,” said Milo.

“Come on, man,” Nicky said to Alec. “You’d better get
some tonight because it’s the only way I’ll ever forgive you
for this.”

“Yeah, pay your cable bill and you won’t have to worry
about forgiving me.”

When she opened the door, Milo couldn’t believe his luck.
There she was in a beautiful strapless white dress and heels.
Something about her looked pure and he wanted to dirty
her on the spot.

“Wow,” he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, “You

look beautiful. Are ya ready?”

“Yes. Come in for a moment? I just need to brush my hair

and teeth real quick.”


“Nice place,” he looked around and took in the wide open

living room with wooden floors and expensive Persian
knockoff rugs. Several leather couches and a 96 inch flat
screen covered the wall to the furthest right.

What really intrigued Milo was the collection of miniature

water and oil paintings she had hung throughout the place.

“What do you do for a living?”

“I have a catering company. Wanna go?”

Milo felt that night was one of the better dates of his life.
Sandy was articulate and smart; she had a sense of humor
and could be laid back as well as elegant and proper. Over
dinner, she told him a bit about her youth, but she seemed
interested in hearing Milo speak too. He was impressed
because there was nothing he hated more than to hear a
woman go on and on about herself.

At the end of the evening, he walked her to the door and

she asked if he would call again. Milo assured her that he

A week later, they had another great night on the town.

They did the typical date thing and went to a movie, a
comedy about two guys who fall in love with the same
woman, who turned out to be a man.

Inside her apartment, they sat down and she poured him a
beer. Within twenty minutes, they were making out on the
couch and he had his hand under her shirt. He couldn’t
believe his luck, but she stopped him abruptly and he
thought oh great, here we go.

But, then, to his excitement, Sandy stood and pulled him by

his hand! She led him to her room and told him to sit on the
bed. She walked to the closet and pulled out a short leather
handle with many bits of leather strips that dangled at one
of the ends.

“Do you know what this is?”


“It’s a flogger,” she flung the end with the strips onto her
hand. “It doesn’t hurt. Want to try?”

“Uh, okay.”

She unzipped her white dress, under which she wore a

white thong and matching strapless bra. Sandy walked over
and lay face down on the bed, her head on her pillow. Milo
stood up and flung the funny leather toy at her ass.

“You know, I’ve seen these things before; I just didn’t

know what they were for.”

“Mmm,” she responded. “Harder.”

Milo flung the flogger even harder and he saw little red
marks form on her bum. And then she said, “Higher,” and
“lower.” Before he knew it he was flogging her entire body
which she seemed to thoroughly enjoy.

Milo found that he really enjoyed it too. He used all of his

strength to give her as much pleasure as possible; she could
take all he had to give! She was amazing, but he also found
that with every stroke he awarded her, he felt more and
more aroused himself.

Finally, Milo ordered her to roll over onto her back. He

couldn’t help but muse at how he sounded so authoritative
when he said it, and her easy compliance gave him an
instant hard on. He wasn’t interested in his hard on,
however, and he continued with flogging her breasts, belly,
thighs, and all the way down to her feet. She cried and
writhed on the bed and Milo’s hard on raged even more.

After two hours of flogging, Sandy asked for break. During

which, she went and made them a pot of coffee. Yes, he
was horny, but his mind was above it. He was in some sort
of trance, and on some sort of high.

It was midnight and they sat on the couch in the living

room and talked. It was so strange because, normally,
watching a woman as beautiful as Sandy in her underwear
on the couch would’ve made Milo do anything he could to
get her clothes off. Yet, they sat on the couch talking idly
and making love to her was the last thing on his mind; he
wanted to go back to the bedroom and flog her some more.

Back to the bedroom they went, and this time Sandy

insisted that he use his hands to spank her. She lay on the
bed and Milo obliged; he pulled back a firm, straight hand
and smacked her ass hard. It was most thrilling for Milo to
watch her reddened cheeks flap a little back and then jiggle
into place.

That night they didn’t even make love, but he smacked her
hard, he smacked her soft, sometimes he kissed her tender

Over the weeks Milo couldn’t get enough of Sandy. Never

once did he even try to make love to her, yet he knew he
did, in fact, love her. On that night when she begged him to
finally make love to her he knew by the look in her eyes
that she truly loved him back. That same night, he asked
her to marry him and, after she said yes, he un dressed her.

She sat on the bed, calmly and well behaved. Milo walked
around with a horse whip he’d bought at the Hustler store.
Milo ordered her to lie face down and that night he
whipped her like she’d never been whipped before.
Then he rolled her over onto her back and tears leaked out
of her eyes and he asked her, “Do you love me?”


“Do you really want to be my wife?”

To which, she replied, “Yes.”

Milo stood up and undressed. She looked up at him as he

removed his tie, his shirt and everything else. He lay on top
of her and kissed her soulfully, working down her neck,
and breasts.

Milo picked up his tie and affixed it to her neck to the point
of her discomfort as he told her she was then his forever.
She choked a little and he continued to kiss her mouth.
Sandy gasped for air just a little as he laid his entire body
weight on her and went in and out of her, making a slow
and passionate, discomforted love to her.

Funnily enough, despite the kinky flogging, spanking, and

whipping they had engaged between them, their love
making was missionary and docile, but full of meaning. In
retrospect, Milo felt that it meant more than all the mind
blowing, hot, enraged sex he’d ever had in his life. In that
moment with Sandy, it was two people without facades
without needs to fulfill, but two people who genuinely
respected, wanted, and loved one another; it was exactly
what he wanted.


“So, you’ve been spending a great deal of time with

Sandy,” they sat over a happy hour downtown.

“Yeah she’s great. What about you? Seeing anyone?”

“Yeah, there’s someone, I met her at the same party. Man,

she’s a kinky woman, but it’s totally worth it. You’re really
gonna get married?”

“Yeah, I’m in love.”

“Tuh,” Nicky rolled his eyes.

“What is that on your neck?” Milo leant in and noticed

several lines of three inch long scabs on the lower left nape
of his neck.

“Oh, nothing,” he said trying to pull his shirt collar to cover

“Kinky sex?” said Milo.

“So tell me about Sandy.”


Several weeks later, Milo showed up at Sandy’s house.

They had plans that night to attend a party of her friend.
Milo couldn’t help but feel proud when he looked at her
and the awesome two carats that sat on her finger.

She kissed him and he drove them to the party.

Immediately, he recognized the same building where he’d
met Sandy.

They walked up the stairs and found the same man acting
as host.

“Hi, Sandy,” he said warmly. “You look happy,” and they

hugged and kissed. “You’re engaged, lucky guy. Heads or

“Heads,” she said.

“You know the way” and they walked up the flight of stairs
Milo remembered from the last time he’d been there.

They walked down to the end of the hall and there was a
loud scream, making Milo remember the screams he’d
heard before. Milo stopped at the door and looked
hesitantly at the handle, and then up at Sandy.

Sandy laughed as she opened the door and inside was an

enormous dark room with soft white lights spread variously
throughout. After a moment for his eyes to adjust, Milo
walked through and looked about.

“Come on,” Sandy grabbed Milo’s hand and led him in.

She said hi to several people along the way. There were

black tables, chairs, and couches everywhere. A large
dance floor to the back of the room and a bar with a line
behind it, but Milo couldn’t take his eyes off the women.

The women were dressed in various leather costumes and

carried various black instruments of the leather kind while
many of the men wore only silk looking boxer shorts. One
woman seemed to have forgotten a bra because her breasts
sat clearly displayed to the room as she lay on her back on
a bed in the middle of the room. A man in black boxers
took out his cock, lay on top of her and began to suck and
lick her breasts as he pumped his cock in and out of her.

“What is this place?”

“It’s the head room,”

“Yeah but what is this place?”

“It’s a place for Doms and Subs, what does it look like?
You’ve been here before.”

“Yeah, but to a speed dating service.”

“You mean, you really don’t know?”

“Know what? Is this some sort of fetish club?”

“This is the infamous Black Love Club. The speed dating

service was for people who like a bit of kink in their
relationship. We met at the spanking part of the club, tails.”

“OH MY GOD!!!”

Milo’s eyes bugged out of his head.

“What is it?”

Across the room Milo’s friend, Nicky sat on an ottoman at

a small round table. At first, Milo thought he was naked,
but then, to his relief, he was wearing black shiny boxers. A
dark haired woman with an extremely red mouth sat next to

Milo didn’t know if he should approach Nicky or what.

Really, he just wanted to run from what he was seeing. As
he pondered what to do, he watched Nicky exchange words
and then the woman smacked him hard across the face,
Nicky’s head swung around and as he looked up, their eyes

Nicky turned a deep shade of red and Milo just stood there
with eyes bugged.