Taboo 2 The story of John and Sonja

Sonja

It’s Saturday night and I’m getting ready to go out. I always visit the Red Garden it’s a BDSM club in the heart of Las Vegas a bit hidden and you need to be a member to ever get in there. That is what I did with my yearly bonus I paid to be a member of the club. Some will say that’s a waste of money for me it was a necessity. See my life is quite boring I’m the PA to Bradford Rynn yes, the Bradford Rynn of Rynn Properties and he have one Casino, don’t know exactly why but he does. I’ve been working for him since I finish my diploma in secretarial duties and PA duties. My mom and dad are both teachers and wanted more for the 3 of us, I have two brothers not that we ever talk to each other see I’m the black sheep of the family, my oldest brother went of and studied Medicine and my other brother became and architect everything my parents wanted for them. And here I am rebelling in becoming a PA. Yes, they see it as rebelling and my father will ask me every time I talk to him when I’m going to quit my job and go to university, they were even willing to pay for it, not that they can afford it after my brothers but I let them live in their delusional world.

I was just about ready when my cellphone rang, when I looked at the caller ID it said Brad on it, great my boss was calling me on a Saturday night. I wasn’t going to answer it, see Brad was basically thrown out of his office by his daughter’s husband. He always wanted Jennifer his daughter to take over the business but she didn’t want to she had a very nice successful business of her own as a baker. But Bradford didn’t like that and it wasn’t good enough for her. I let the call go over to voicemail. My phone rang again, and again it was Brad. I answered “Sir?” “Why don’t you answer your fucking calls?” “It is Saturday sir.” I said very calmly. “I don’t give a fuck what day it is if I call, you answer.” That is how it always worked until Romeo kicked him out of his office and is taking over from him. “What can I do for you Sir?” “You can go to the office and get me the Geber file.” “I’m sorry sir I can’t do that.” “Why the fuck not?” I could hear he was drunk that was basically normal for me but Romeo and Jennifer are only noticing it now.  He was an alcoholic just hiding it from the world but if you are his PA and see him every day you pick up on these things. He was also very verbally abusive but I handled him because this was the only company I got the job with after Community College, and not because I was great or anything but because no one else wanted the job, there was one girl that was interviewed before me and she came out crying so thank God my parents raised a thick skinned girl or should I thank the fact that my brothers success is getting thrown in my face on a weekly basis. “Because Romeo is my boss now and not you.” I held the phone a few inches away from my ear because I knew he was going to start screaming at me “Who do you think you are, I gave you a job when no one else would have, you will get me that file.” “Sorry sir I will not.” “Listen here….” I had enough and disconnected the call. I don’t even know why I took it Romeo said I never have to deal with him again but I had to put myself through that verbal abuse for the last time maybe I’m a masochist and not a submissive.

My phone went off with a notification that my Uber has arrived. I grabbed my jacket and put it on over my red-hot lingerie outfit with the most stunning garter belts, and some red pumps that was so high if I step wrong, I might break my ankle. When I was sure I was covered I locked my flat and walked downstairs. I got in the Uber and looked out the window as we drove to the Red Garden. The closer we got the more butterflies I got in my stomach, see I’m a submissive and love to play. Some dominants I played with in the past called me a brat or normally I get punished because I try to top from the bottom. I can’t help I know what I like and I want what I like. When we stopped, I paid the Uber driver and walked into the club. I got my mask on in the foyer got rid of my jacket and walked into the main space. I scanned the room for my normal Dom’s I usually play with but I didn’t see any of them. I went to the bar and got myself a drink. I normally stick with one drink and then switch to water or soda; see I don’t like to not remember what happened the previous night that just happened to me once and I couldn’t remember why I couldn’t sit for a week; I swore that would never happen again. The bartender knew me by know and gave me my whiskey mixed with Coca Cola. I also have a rule I don’t drink anything neat not even tequila.

I went to sit in the corner where I can look at the people coming in and who is paired up with who I don’t like to go to a Dom if I know he has a girl with him. Yes, yes, I know I’m not suppose to go to the Dom his suppose to come to me let’s just say I don’t have the patients okay. And that is why I’m labelled as a Brat or a Sub that is trying to top from the bottom. I just never had a Dom come up to me, or have a Dom that was so good I didn’t have to top from the bottom. I think I’ve given up hope that such a Dom exist.