Bdsm: Searching For Domination

Jill stepped into the nightclub ready to relieve the stress she’d collected after a busy day. A couple of handsome men caught her eye and activated her sexual imagination. It had, after all, been over a year since she’d had a relationship with a man. She wondered what some of those good-looking guys could do to her and for a split second her imagination drifted to someplace dangerous.
But in the end those naughty thoughts were interrupted by her friend, Mina, waving her over to a booth in the rear. With her olive-skin and long black hair, she would have been hard to miss.
Jill stepped over and plopped herself into a seat. “Glad I finally found you,” Jill said. “I forgot how crowded this place gets on a Friday night.”
“Yeah, this is the night the horny frat boys come out to play. As a matter of fact, I’ve been hit on three times just in the ten minutes I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Glad I got here when I did.”
“Me too,” Mina said. “Oh, I’ve taken the liberty of ordering for you. I know rum and coke is what settles you down after a stressful day.”
“Yeah, and I could definitely use some settling down today.”
“Rough day at the paper?”
“It was insane. Remember that story I’ve been working on about the strike at the auto plant? I had to deal with people evading my questions all day long. It’s enough to make want to put my fist through somebody’s –“
“Excuse me, ma’am,” a man interrupted, stepping up to Jill. His boyish face seemed stretched with worry.
“Yes? Can I help you?” Jill asked.
The man said, “I seemed to have misplaced something around here. I’m wondering if you can help me find it?”
Lifting up from the seat, Jill checked around. “Well, I don’t see anything here. What exactly are you looking for?”
“My heart,” the guy said. “I think you stole it the second you arrived.”
Across the booth, Mina snickered. Jill’s face turned sour. “Nice try.”
The guy took the seat next to Jill and went on. “Did you like that one? Well, my name is Jerry and it’s a big pleasure to meet you.”
“Uh, Jerry, I don’t remember asking you to have a seat.”
“That’s okay, my memory gets a little cloudy after a few drinks too. Perhaps we can discuss the matter of memory problems over the phone. Of course, in order to do that, I’ll need to have your phone number –“
Goodbye, Jerry,” Jill said...