Page 1 of Naughty November

SWEET MISCHIEF

AE LISTER

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He’d told me to meet him at Maverick Molly’s Kink Club and Gaming Parlor.

He was heavily into pup play, and I’d never tried it. But there had been a list circulating on social media, in some of the BDSM groups I was a part of, that named off a bunch of kinks and the challenge was to find one you’d never explored. Which had been tricky for me, to be honest.

But my eyes had landed on Pet Play and Leashes. I’d never tried that before. It wasn’t, honestly, something that intrigued me the way a lot of other kinks did. But I liked men in masks and those pup hoods were pretty adorable. Circumstance had never offered me the chance to be involved. So I specifically searched for someone in my area who was into it.

The guy’s handle was his pup name—Mischief97—I assumed that 97 was the year he was born, since his age was listed as twenty-six. He was a little young for me. I had celebrated my fortieth birthday a few months ago.

He’d seemed decent and actually quite mature when I’d messaged him. None of this coy flirtation that some of the young guys enjoyed,but a straightforward interest in me as a Dom and a person. I liked that.

Then we’d exchanged photos, and he was cute as fuck. He’d replied to mine with:

!!!!!! Holy shitand aflame emoji.

I assumed he’d liked the look of me, too. We’d talked about safety and I’d told him I was on PrEP and could show him negative STI results from a week ago. He was on PrEP, too, but his results were two weeks old, which was inconsequential.

Then we’d had a frank discussion about what we wanted.

Him:I want to be your good pup.

I want you to treat me like a dog, in whatever way that means to you.

I like bondage and objectification and humiliation.

I need to wear my pup gear. I also have some accessories that you can use.

I like impact play, but not severe. Tease and denial are a big deal.

Me:My needs are few. I want your obedience and respect—but I will earn it. I want your enthusiasm. I want to try this to see if I like it. I want to have fun and I want you to have fun also.

Then we had exchanged our real first names.

His was Atticus. I asked if that was Greek and he’d said yes. He’d said it was his given name and that he was Greek with some Spanish thrown in for texture, winky face. And I’d sent him a laughing emoji.

When he found out my name was Luther, he’d said he’d never met a Luther before.

We texted about where to meet.

Atticus:Have you heard of Maverick Molly’s?

Me:No? Is it a bar?

Atticus:You’ll see. Let’s meet there.

Me:Fine.

Atticus:I’ll book the Bordello, but we can meet in the gaming parlor first.

Me:???

Atticus:The Bordello is a kink space in the back.

Me:Oh. Nice. Is it pricey?