By Mister-X/Spartan
Getting There.
Master Leach and I arrived at the last light before the road opened up. We were each on our motorcycles. We waited at the red. He gunned his engine, and I gunned mine. We were ready. When the light changed we both floored it.
I got out to a slight lead. As the miles went by I lengthened it. Finally I was clearly in front. That was when I slowed down enough for him to catch up. After all, he knew where we were going, and I didn’t.
I wondered whether I was doing the right thing. I’d seen Master Leach off and on at some of the get-togethers. He had a reputation for being extreme with his bondage. I liked that. I enjoy being physically challenged with bondage. He was a handsome enough guy and kept fit. But there was always this small indication in his eyes and mouth that he could be a hard man. I had a week off from work, and was heading for his cabin in the mountains to spend the week plus an extra weekend with him. I was looking forward to it, but also looked forward with some trepidation. After all, this was a risk I was taking. But I figured life was to be lived, and I’d take advantage of the opportunity to see if I liked being with him.
