Alice's Adventures In Kinkyland

By S. L. Finlay

What if Alice didn’t fall, but found the rabbit hole on her own and decided to walk that dark path?

Alice is no stranger to being led down rabbit holes. She’s been circling this crazy underground world of fetish and BDSM for a few years now and is beginning to dip her toes into the secret community of people who share the same kinks as she does, when she finds a man whose magnetism pulls Alice further into the world though, Alice hesitates. What does she really want?

Alice’s internal struggle as she comes to terms with what she wants and how perhaps things are not quite as they seem in the first place in this crazy upside down world she has come into. Perhaps these kinky people are just like her, or perhaps they aren’t. She’ll find all the answers she seeks when she takes a deep breath and walks further down the rabbit hole than she originally intended, pushing past her own limits in the process.

This book contains details of kink, fetish and BDSM as we follow one woman’s exploration of this darker world. Elements of age play and Daddy Dom lay at the heart of this book and the tale has a guaranteed HEA.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S. L. Finlay
• Release date: Jul 24, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463046258

S. L. Finlay

S. L. Finlay is an Australian author who uses her erotic fiction and romance stories to force questions about human sexuality, to celebrate love, sex and life.

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CHAPTER ONE

I had been living in a house with four of my best friends for just over six months when I started seeing Johnny. We had met at the local bar one night and had been inseparable ever since. He made me laugh, we were very happy together.

One night after he'd been up chatting to one of my house mates after I'd gone to bed early before an early morning shift the next day, he must have told my house mate something she didn't want to hear. Or shown her something that she didn't want to see.

I never found out exactly what happened. All I know is that the next day when I awoke Johnny wasn't in my bed where he was supposed to end up at the end of the night. Later, when I asked my friends about him, one of them, Chloe, told me she had sent him on his way. When I asked her why, she hadn't answered me at first.

For months after, when his name came up, all of the girls would give me the same answers. They knew he wasn't right for me, I should just trust them, why wasn't I moving on already?

I knew my friends loved me, and wanted what was best for me, but their lack of letting me know why Johnny wasn't around any more didn't help. In the end, they gave me some clues. They knew Johnny was into some weird things sexually. Apparently he had told them about some odd kinks he had, or maybe shown them some pictures, or something. Chloe had never told me enough detail about how she knew about Johnny's odd sexual interests.

It wasn't until years later, when I was exploring these kinky things for myself, after coming out of the phase of chosen naivety that I had lived in for so long, and that my friends helped me to live in, that I began to wonder just what Johnny was into that my friends were so offended by.

Years later, while exploring the underground world of BDSM (an acronym for Bondage & Discipline, Sadism & Masochism), that I wondered what it was Johnny had been into that had meant he was run off by my friend all those years previous. I also wondered, and secretly hoped, that I would run into him at one of these underground BDSM clubs which I found. The clubs where no-one used the name on their birth certificate and everyone did devious and naughty kinky things to one another. The clubs where fantasy came out to play in the shadows of dark spaces, hot bodies pressed together in ecstasy.

I had been drawn to the world of BDSM and fetish because I had met another man who I adored, one who had a serious love for being a Daddy Dominant. That is, a man who takes care of, punishes and offers a guiding hand to a woman. Usually. Sometimes Daddies can be women too, sometimes the same caring role is taken by a Mummy Dominant.

Although I had been curious about what it was like to be with a Mummy Dominant, and what it would be like to be with a woman, I had mostly just missed the guiding hand of a Daddy and the strict discipline. I love a good spanking, and when things didn't work out with my last Daddy, someone who I had found in conventional dating circles (we had met at work) I decided to take matters into my own hands. I decided to explore the world of kink on my own, and it see what I came up with.

After plenty of searching on the Internet, and reading a handful of books, I decided the best option for me was to find what kinky people called a munch. These were events held in a normal setting (a restaurant, a bar, what-have-you) where you could go and meet other people who shared your fetish. I found a munch near me, one that was held in a local bar and decided to go.

In movies, I had seen some very funny scenes where female dominants yield whips and spank naughty boys (usually middle aged banker-lawyer types) but I knew from my reading there was more to the world of fetish than these archetypes. I had found my ex, after all, and he was far from an archetype. I had also found Johnny all those years ago and knew there were all sorts of men participating in this that I could go out and find.

Excited, I found a local munch group that met once a month at a city bar. I would go there after work for a few drinks and see how it went. If no-one I was interested in talking to was there, I had lost nothing I reasoned. I would just go home on the normal commute to the suburbs which I took every evening after long, boring work days. Nothing lost if this didn't work out.

That evening I walked into the bar, unsure how I would know the age players when I found them. It didn't take me long to figure it out though. Standing to the left of the bar in a large group were a bunch of adults, many of which were holding soft toys. I got a drink and started to introduce myself to people. Although I was nervous at first, it didn't take much for me to get into the rhythm of meeting new people.

Professionally, I had to meet many new people in similar settings, and knew how to make small talk. This was just like a professional networking event, only it was less formal and most people here were appraising you to see if they wanted to fuck you.

There were a few people though who seemed friendly just for being friendlies sake. One of these people, Molly, took a shine to me right away. She had been on the scene for a few years at that stage, and was in her mid-twenties like myself.

How did you find out about the munch? she asked me, friendly and curious.

I smiled at her, a warm genuine smile I was surprised to feel so quickly after arriving, I found out about it online. Wasn't sure how it would be.

That's cool. So it's your first event ever? Molly asked

I nodded, First event ever, ever!

We both giggled then and got to talking about this scene. Apparently because it was so small, everyone knew everyone. Which was both good and bad. Good because if you liked somebody, you could ask other people what they thought of the person but bad because you couldn't get away with anything. Molly made the whole age play scene sound like it was a small town.

As someone who has always been unsettled by small towns, and the thought of everybody knowing my business, I took what she said with a grain of salt. Perhaps the men in the scene having references, of sorts, was a good thing for safety. Surely that would be a safer place to meet a guy than on a dating website or app, where most of my friends were now meeting their partners.

After a few more drinks, Molly and I wound up chatting in the corner, away from everyone else. We had a great time together, and I learned plenty from her about this scene. As much as I enjoyed her company though, it was time to go home quicker than I had imagined.

Saying goodbye to Molly, and a few odd people who I had barely said hello to in the first place yet wanted to be polite to in case I ever went back to this munch, I set off to go home. Catching the train out to the suburbs, I thought about what had been said to me at the munch.

This seemed like the place where I could meet a new Daddy. It also seemed like the place where I could learn more about the fetish, and relationships between Daddies and their baby girls. There was more here for me than I had initially imagined, and that made me smile.

On the way home too, I thought back to all those years ago when Chloe had scared off the guy I was dating. I wondered if I would perhaps meet him out in this scene. Was the 'weird thing' he was into age play, I wondered. For some time, I had imagined he was perhaps one of the pasty white guys who receives a spanking by latex-clad dominatrix, but now I was a little older and wiser, I realized that there was more to alternative sexuality than that, and I couldn't really imagine him as that archetype anyway.

Like all my old partners, he had taken charge in the bedroom and I had loved every moment of it. I had always loved spanking, usually during sex and even loved doggy style best because it sort of mimicked a spanking, with someone's hips acting in the way their hands might, smacking into your ass with a solid rhythm.

I let my mind wonder into the world of spanking, and how I had found this fetish from role playing with the spanking. First it was male teachers and principals, then it was other authority figures like police and army. After a while, I eventually found a man who wanted to pretend to be the daddy of a naughty little girl. I was that naughty little girl in our role plays, and I loved every moment of it. So did he.

I had told Molly about him, and how because of him, I had been craving that firm discipline and guidance ever since. She had confirmed for me that of course I was in the right place. She had done so though without introducing me to any hot men who would take me in hand.

Knowing that was what I wanted, I was a little frustrated for not finding it right away, but knew I might have to pay my dues briefly, and wait until these people trusted me a little more. I had heard stories about other parts of the BDSM community, and how they were even more secretive than age players. I knew these guys were not the most secretive of the lot, and it would just take patience to meet the right person.

Getting off the train at my stop and heading towards my house up on the hill, I thought about what I wanted, and how patient I was willing to be to wait to get it. I knew patience to be a virtue, but wasn't sure how long I could hold out.

I wanted this so badly, I craved to have a Daddy to look after me, but I knew, deep down, that not just anyone would do. I would wait until I found the perfect one. Until that happened, I could handle spending time with Molly and other age players, making friends and having a good time.

Waiting for Daddy was something I could do without trouble or impatience, the right Daddy is always worth the wait after all.

CHAPTER TWO

A month later, I had decided it was time for my second munch. The munches ran on a monthly basis, however, many people would skip one or two because of other things going on in their lives. At this stage though, I had no idea how these people did it: a whole month between opportunities to meet someone who had the same fetish as you seemed like a long time. I tried to dismiss my impatience to meet the perfect Daddy already as I entered the bar. I was here, it had only been a month-long wait. It's not like I had waited a lifetime for him.

Seeing the group of people at the munch again I saw some familiar faces and gave those people a little wave before getting my drink. When I had ordered, I picked up the glass and went over to Molly, who had been chatting to a group of people when I approached.

Happily, she introduced me. There were two average looking guys whose hands I shook before turning to the third. When our eyes met and I smiled at him, I felt chemistry. When we shook hands, I felt the buzz of electricity going from his body through his hands into mine. I knew there was no physical signs of this energy, and chances are no-one else saw it either, but I felt it.

Straight away, I started asking him questions about himself. The guy was from Sweden originally, and was the physical type people expect of Swedish manhood. He was tall with blond hair and blue eyes. His chiseled features formed an easy smile when I cracked