The Fort Part 3- Looking Back
Chapter 28- Dan and his BDSM club
© L 2025
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Firstly my apologies for not uploading yesterday, some personal bad news took priority, but I hope everyone had a wonderful Easter.
I also know that I am not going to be available on Wednesday this week, so rather than only share one chapter until next Sunday, I'm still sharing 2, it's just both chapters 27 and 28 are being released today. Happy reading x
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It's Sunday morning and I wake before you. I get up out the fort and put the kettle on, put bread in the toaster, you wake and get up as the kettle flicks off. 'Want Daddy to do that for you princess'? You say sleepily, walking into the kitchen. I say yes, and suggest you make coffee, while I make toast. Just then your phone rings, it's Dan so you answer it. You chat while you make yourself a coffee, and fill my sippy cup with orange juice. I hear one half of a conversation that doesn't make a lot of sense. But ultimately you tell him you will call round to see him on Wednesday in your lunch break. Dan has always been a good friend to us both, but none more so than when he helped us both realise how we felt about each other...
As I head back up to my room to work on my assignment, I push anything you may be about to do out my mind, I had to focus! In fact I promised myself as a small reward, if in the next 90 minutes I had written over half of the writing I planned that morning I would text Dan on my break to see if he would be free at any point on Tuesday. He enjoyed a good exchange of flirtatious texts, it would be welcome, so I had to get on. You saw me head upstairs with vigour in my step, you were proud of me, and of yourself, you had clearly ignited a passion in me, or so you thought. Pulling out your phone you text your other main play partner. A bottom, a couple of years older than you, she was a pain slut, and right now that's what you needed. She told you it was a bit short notice but she was free. However, you couldn't go to her home, her teenage son was home. She suggested yours, but you made an excuse, you weren't really sure why you didn’t just tell her the truth, either way you knew you didn't want her coming to your house. But, you needed to play, to hurt her, to fuck her, and then treat her to lunch as part of her aftercare.
Not giving up you took out your phone and texted Dan. He would let you use his club for a fraction of the price he usually charged if it was free. He picked up straight away, without going into detail you asked if he had a spare room now? It wasn't often you arranged a spare of the moment play session, but he wasn't one to pry. He told you that he had hosted a successful play event last night. So most rooms were being deep cleaned today. However, 'The Cellar' hadn't been used, so it was yours along as you and whoever was joining you were ok with him being around. She didn’t have a problem with it, and very soon you were shutting the heavy door to Dan’s BDSM cellar room. Overall his club is soundproof to passers-by on the street. However, inside, you can hear the grunting, groans and cries from various rooms. It didn't take Dan long to hear the crack of some kind of leather strap, followed by, moans, cries and screams from the woman on the receiving end. But, like any professional in any line of work, he just carried on with his day. An hour later and Dan's phone pinged, it was me.
'Good morning Sir, I hope you are well. I was hoping you might be free on Tuesday'? I always had to start my messages to him politely, or he simply wouldn't answer, plus it was only courteous.
'Well, well my little submissive, horny?
'Oh, most definitely Sir, but I have a uni assignment to work on. It's due in on Tuesday morning, so I'm free to play after that, at any time. I promise I will make it worth it'.
'Hmm! Be careful what you promise little one', Dan replied.
'Oh I am fully aware Sir, and I'm telling you, you can even bring in my soft limits'. This text definitely grabbed his attention!
'So I can torture your nipples, cane your backside, and use you as a human sex doll'? Dan said, remembering every hard and soft limit I have.
'Well, you know my limits, you know my pain threshold. I'm not coming if you're not going to hurt me, fuck me and use me'.
'My, you sure you're not giving me an order'?
Ok, too much, back peddling slightly I text, 'No Sir, you are of course free to use me anyway you wish'.
Dan smiled and replied '11.30am. Come wearing nothing but heals, underwear, and a coat with your hair up. Knock on the back door, I'll be waiting. If you're even a minute late you will pay dearly'.
As Dan refilled another 'help yourself bowl' with more condoms, he became aware that he had heard non stop crying since you went into his cellar. He knew you were a sadist, just like himself, but you weren't the most extreme Dom to come to his club. Ten minutes later you and your play partner emerged. You were holding her hand, set her down on one of the dark red leather seats in the clubs lounge area and you went behind the bar to get you both a drink. Dan made an excuse and joined you behind the bar, asking if everything was okay. One look at you and Dan knew you weren't, but he also knew you took aftercare seriously. 'I'm here all day, come back later'. Is all he said as he put a hand on your shoulder. You took the lady you had just been playing with into the tropical bathroom. When you were both ready you left, and you took her out for lunch, and ensured she got home safely. You wanted to head home to me, but if there was one Dom you yourself never disobeyed it was Dan.
All too soon, you were back in his club, sitting at his bar, and he was getting you a drink. 'Friend talk to me', he said handing you a whisky. You initially said you didn't know what he was talking about, but it didn't take Dan long to crack you. Within a few minutes you poured out everything that had happened over the last week. You previously offering me your spare room, me becoming homeless, you insisting I take your room, our lunch, my uni assignment, and how you were falling for me when I had always been clear I wanted nothing more.
Dan listened, offered sensible advise, most of which you gave excuses as to why you couldn't do a particular suggestion. Dan also told you I had messaged him earlier asking if he was free on Tuesday. It crushed you, nothing felt worse, but you knew I played with others including Dan, and Dan pointed out, you had just used his club. The only advise he could give you was that you needed to talk to me.
Eventually you left and came home, I had finished what we agreed I should have worked on this morning hours ago. Feeling the end in sight, and having no clue when you would be home. I was now finishing writing my summary, and when I heard you come through the front door in the late afternoon I flew downstairs. I really had missed you. I was eager to show you what I had been working on, and pulling your hand I led you to my room. The rest of my room was unpacked, my assignment was almost finished. You were proud, really proud. I asked if you would read my assignment while I bathed and changed, you agreed and headed to my door, but I said you could read it on my laptop in my room. I undressed behind you, you couldn't see, and you resisted the urge to turn and watch, much to my disappointment. I slipped on my bath robe and grabbing my towel I headed for the bathroom. I ran myself a bath, with bubbles, music, I was in heaven. One day to make amendments, do the bibliography, and add one appendix.
While I was in the bathroom you read my assignment, it was good. You highlighted an area that saw my argument go off topic, that could be taken out, or at least condensed. You rewrote the introduction but typed in a different colour so it was clear. Then I could read your suggestion, and decide if I wanted to use it, or not. It was really good, if I could nail the conclusion I'd be on for a distinction, of that you had no doubt. I came out the bathroom, my hair wet and cascading down my shoulders, my bathrobe was short, I smelled of luxury spa body wash. You turned in your chair and looked at me. You may have only fucked hours ago, but you wanted me, to pull me onto your lap, I saw you turn and hesitate, 'is everything okay Sir'?
You imagined taking my hand, taking me not to your playroom, to your bedroom, pushing me down onto your bed, on my back, ordering me to spread my lips for you, as you sunk your hard cock into me with force so that I moaned in pleasure and pain. 'Sir'? I say again, unsure why you haven't responded. You come back to reality, realising you've been staring into space, you clear your throat, say sorry, and motion for me to come to you so you can show me my assignment. I do, and as I stand next to you, you guide my hips onto your lap. You talk me through my assignment, and without realising, start rubbing my back. Fuck it felt so nice, I didn't even want to fuck you, I just wanted you to hold me.
As we spend yet another Sunday morning as Daddy and little, you finish brushing my hair and turn me to face you. You practically have tears in your eyes. I have loved reminiscing about how we got together, but I had also forgotten the hurt we both felt. Neither of us meant to cause the other pain. But, we both agree as you turn on the TV to select the next movie we will watch, that we learned quickly, just how important it was to communicate with each other. With that you press play on one of my favourite Disney films Monsters Inc.