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Apartment Hunting (c) Copyright by Cathy O'Niel

He wandered into the BDSM club thinking it had something to do with an apartment with a small bedroom for rent. He looked back down at the newspaper, looking for a name, wondering who he needed to talk to about renting it.

Damn, it's dark in here, he thought. He squinted his eyes, trying to read the rest of the ad. What in the heck does Ds stands for, and Domme, he wondered. Doors? Shrugging his shoulders, he went further down the hall, looking for someone to talk to.

He was what you might call a nerd. Tall, but not too tall, average build, not the greatest looking guy, with a kind of innocent face. Dark brown wavy hair, but short, and glasses. Near thirty, he had been living with an old college friend, but wanted more privacy. His dark moustache set off his sexy mouth nicely, though.

He approached a long table near the second door. There was a woman behind it, wearing a red leather bra of some kind. Jesus, he thought. Some kind of receptionist. Wish our secretaries at work dressed like this. He felt his cock twitching in his jeans as he gazed down into her cleavage.

"Sub?" she asked.

What in the hell is that, he thought? Oh, sublet, ok, I get it. "Yes," he answered. What the hell, I could sublet.

She handed him a brass key with the number 7 on it. He took it, and she gestured him further down the hall. He wandered down the hall. As he passed one door, he heard a strange sound. He stopped to listen.

"Now, my pet, you are a good boy. How shall I reward you?" a female voice said. Oh good, they allow dogs, he thought. Cool.

He continued down the hall and found door number 7. He used the key to open it, figuring it would be a small apartment. The room was dimly lit. He stepped in and closed the door.

"Hello?" he called out.

"Kneel, slave," he heard.

"What did you say?" he asked.

"I said kneel, slave!" she barked. A strong hand pushed down on his shoulder, forcing him to his knees.

"Hey lady, I don't know what you think you are doing........" he started to say, until her other hand clapped over his mouth.

"Shut up, slave," she whispered. She yanked his arm up behind him, forcing him down to the floor. She straddled his body, and held his hands behind him.

"Lady, what in the hell are you doing?" he yelped.

He struggled under her, feeling the sleek skin of her thighs against him as she pulled his shirt up out of his pants. "Oh, shit," he groaned.

"Hey, I've read about women like you." He felt a small shudder of some unnamed emotion ripple through him.

She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his face around to stare into his eyes.

He had never seen a woman like this before. Her hair was jet black, cut short, and she was wearing heavy dark makeup. She had like a zillion piercings in her ears, and a pierced nose. Jesus, he thought, what the fuck is this?

She got up off him, and helped him to his feet. She led him over to a table, and pushed him down on it, rolling him over onto his back.

"Lady, I was just looking to rent an apartment. What kind of a place is this?" he asked.

Her only response was to rip his shirt open. "Hey, this is my favorite shirt!" he squawked. He struggled to get up, and she just shoved down on his chest. Jesus, what was she, some kind of body builder or something?

She grabbed his wrists and pushed them into some cuffs, then clamped them shut. She stepped back from the table, and slowly started removing her clothes. His eyes almost bugged out of his head. Jesus Christ, her nipples are pierced too!! "Damn, lady, I bet that hurt."

She only smiled, and reached out to flick his nipples.

"Hey, cut that out, what are you, some kind of a nut?" he squeaked out.

He couldn't believe what was happening. Damn, all I wanted was an apartment, he thought. I didn't mean to end up in some kind of freak show. He just shook his head, wondering what was next.

She picked up some nipple clamps, and he squirmed to get away. She quickly clipped them on, first one, then the other. "Holy shit, lady, take these things off, owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww," he whined.

"Oh, poor baby," she crooned, and then tugged on them.

"Arrrrrggggggh," he yelled.

"Now, pet, don't you want to go to sub space," she murmured.

Shit, there's that subletting talk again. "No, not really, lady, I just want my own apartment, one I don't have to worry about somebody coming back and taking away. What kind of a application is this, anyway?"

She stared at him blankly, not understanding a word. She finally put her hands on her hips, and firmly said, "Kid, this is a bondage and discipline club, not some damn apartment complex."

"Are you kidding me, lady? I was just trying to rent an apartment, not get tied up."

She laughed and released his hands from the wrist cuffs and took off the nipple clamps. "Oh, honey, you sure are in the wrong place."

With as much dignity as he could muster, he got dressed as best as he could with the ripped shirt. As he turned to leave, she swatted him on the butt. "Come back when you are ready, baby. I think you are good sub material."

"No, thanks, lady, I told you, I want my own apartment," he said curtly.

Damn, he thought as he left the building. He pulled out the newspaper again, and hailed a cab for the address that said Mistress Ann's. Maybe she can rent me a decent apartment, he thought. Can't be all bad with a name like that.