Adventurous Me (5 page)

His hand grabs mine and he leads me over to a leather sofa. Instead of sitting, I just stand there, not sure what to do but pretty sure nobody wants my bare ass sitting on the sofa. Quick as a wink, he says, “Sorry!” and reaches over to a table next to the sofa. There’s a stack of towels there, and he drapes one onto the sofa, then motions for me to sit. Problem solved. Apparently that’s pretty common around here too.

“You need to know that there’s really no such thing as ‘training’ a sub. Each Dom has his own likes and expectations, so they pretty much do their own training once you’ve got a contract. This is just a manner of introducing you to the lifestyle and letting you become accustomed to the most common things a Dom will expect. That way you can kind of determine if this is really something you want. So here’s what I came up with.”

We look over the schedule. Apparently under his tutelage I’m expected to learn to give oral sex, get oral sex, comply with various types of bondage and discipline, use sensory perception while blindfolded, follow orders, and have anal sex. I will be undergoing orgasm denial, orgasm torture, and various types of deprivation. I have no idea what that means, but I’m sure I’ll find out. While we work together, I’m to call him “Sir,” and when we’re scening together, I’m to call him “Master;” that’s easy enough. We will use every piece of equipment in the house, and he’ll also be using all kinds of toys on me. That should be interesting. Mattel and Fisher-Price come to mind, but I’m pretty sure they don’t make these kinds of toys.

“So at which of these times will we be having sex?” I ask. I want to be prepared.

“For any of these training sessions, if you have a clitoral orgasm, you’ll
want
to have sex. Otherwise, it’s at my discretion.”

“I’m trusting you to be discreet. Sir.” Dave smiles, and I feel better about the whole thing.

“And I’ll be training your body to come on command.”

“I’ll already be there,” I say, confused.

“No, come.” Then it sinks in and I know what he means.

“On command?” That sounds impossible.

“Yes. You’ll hear my voice and you’ll immediately get aroused and wet. And when I tell you to, you’ll come, have an orgasm. It’ll take a while, but you’ll get there. Then the trick will be to transfer that ability to a Dom when you take one.”

“You mean when he takes me, right?”

“Different clubs and Doms do it different ways. Some have the sub offer the collar. We typically have the Dom offer it. There will be a ceremony, and the sub stands and is offered for collaring. If a Dom thinks he can be the one she needs, he’ll come forward and offer to collar her. She can choose to accept or decline. If she accepts, he’ll offer her his collar. Usually, if the sub thinks he can be the Dom she needs, she’ll accept it.” Dave smiles. I have to wonder if he ever had a long-term sub.

“But doesn’t love have anything to do with it?” It seems to me that it should.

“It doesn’t have to, little one. But it’s wonderful when it does.”

Then I think of something else. “Why were you in that bar? I mean, you have a nice one here? Why were you there the other night?”

He gives me a little grin. “I have no idea. I was just walking by on my way from the bank and I thought it looked like an interesting little place. Turned out to be very interesting!”

I stop for a second and look into his face. “Dave, why are you doing this? Why would you waste all this time on me?”

He smiles and puts a hand on my cheek. “Any time I spend with you won’t be wasted. When I saw you at the bar, I knew you were a born submissive, could just tell. You aren’t boring – you were just waiting for someone to take the reins and challenge you. You’re a diamond in the rough when it comes to your skills. But I don’t think it’ll take much to turn you into a sub any Dom would be proud to collar.” When a tear forms in my eye, he says, “I don’t think you have any idea how special you are.”

He’s right. I sure don’t. And I think
he’s
crazy for thinking that, but I like to hear him say it anyway.

I see the chestnut-haired Dom standing across the room by the bar when I come out of the private room where Dave and I had been meeting. Before I left, Dave told me to lie down on the bed and spread my legs so he could have a look at me. I felt like I was in the gynecologist’s office. He opened my folds with his fingers, gave my clit a few strokes, then pumped a finger into me a couple of times. He brushed his hands along my skin, pulled down the straps of my bra, then the cups, and toyed with my nipples for a minute. It was turning me on and I was almost hoping he’d offer to have sex with me, but he didn’t. Instead, he said, “You look great. I’ll enjoy working with you,” then helped me up off the bed and slapped me on the ass as I walked out the door. “Tomorrow night. Don’t be late.” I nodded, then came out here. And that’s when I saw him.

I head straight to the bar, not to him. Well, actually, I
am
heading straight to him, but that’s not something he has to know. I order my customary cosmo and turn like I’m looking around. Our eyes meet and he almost smiles, then turns those dark eyes away.

The cosmo is delivered. Drink in hand, I walk down the bar toward him. When I’m at the stool next to his, I say, “Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

He turns like I’ve shot him and blurts out, “No, it’s not.” And as quickly as the words come out, he spins and walks away.

I stand there, wondering if my breath is horrible or something. But before I have a chance to do or say anything, a body moves up next to me and sits down.

It’s the Viking.

“Hello there.” He holds out his right hand. “My name is Steffen. And you’re . . .”

“Patricia. Trish.” I take his hand and shake it. Instead of turning it loose, he takes his other hand and puts it on top of mine.

“It’s a pleasure. I’ve haven’t seen you in here. New?”

“Yes. Completely. Untrained.” At that word, I see his eyes light up and his smile deepen.

“Untrained! Well, well, well. Looking for someone to train you?”

“She’s got someone, Steffen,” I hear Dave’s voice say.

“I didn’t realize she was taken,” Steffen says quickly.

“She’s not. If you want to play with her, know that I’ll be asking what you did and how you did it. I don’t want her hurt or scared in any way, understand?” My chest feels warm when I realize that an older, experienced Dom wants to protect me.

“I would never do that. Only what she’s comfortable with.” Steffen turns from Dave back to me. “Would you like to play?”

Dave told me about negotiating. “Depends on what that entails.” I’m starting to feel a little frisky.

“How about I just concentrate on doing something that would please you but would be a little challenging for you? How does that sound?” I like his smile. It’s just warm enough with an edge of danger, and I find it thrilling.

“That sounds pretty good.” I throw a glance at Dave to see what his reaction is, and he smiles and nods. This Steffen guy must be okay.

“We’ll take the alcove on the right. It’s not in use.” He tries to lead me to it, but I sit back on my heels.

“In front of everybody?” There’s panic blooming in my stomach.

“Yes. In front of everybody.” He stops and looks into my face. “One of the most important things the Dom tries to propagate in his sub is trust. Do you trust me? Have I done anything that would make you distrust me?”

There’s no retort for that. “No, I don’t guess you have.”

“Then trust me to make this a positive experience?”

I nod. “Okay. I’ll try.” My voice is shaky, but I’m feeling resolved and I want to do a good job as a first-time sub. When we’re out of earshot of Dave, I lean up to Steffen and whisper, “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course. Anything. If it’s too personal, I’ll tell you.” He’s getting ready to perform some kind of sexual act on me in front of a group of people and there’s something too personal for him to share with me?

“No. Nothing like that. It’s just . . . what does ‘sub’ mean?”

I was pretty sure he’d laugh at me, but that’s not what he did. He pulled me to a sofa instead, spread out another towel, and patted it with his hand for me to sit. “I’m a Dom – a Dominant. That’s the character trait with which I most identify. It’s in my nature to be dominating, but with that comes the responsibility to care for my sub in a way that will allow her, or him, to love and trust me, to look to me to have his or her needs met.” I nod.

“I call you a submissive. There’s something in your nature that responds to a strong, capable Dominant. You know that for your sexual fulfillment to be complete, you need to submit to someone who can and will fulfill your every sexual fantasy. You will trust that person to take care of you while still pushing your boundaries safely so that you achieve levels of sexual satisfaction that you couldn’t in regular vanilla sex.” I’d heard about that vanilla thing – I read the trilogy. “Does that all make sense?”

I nod again. “Thanks. That seemed to be the simplest thing in the world for everyone else, but I just didn’t understand.”

“Sometimes we overlook the obvious while moving toward the complex. Simple things matter too. They’re the building blocks of trust and submission.”

This guy is smart. And damn sexy. I decide that whatever he wants to do in that alcove, I’m going to trust him.

Steffen leads me back up to the stage area in the alcove and says simply, “Sub, present yourself to your master.” I have no idea what that means. I walk toward him and he sweetly says, “Kneel.” When I get to my knees, he says, “Arch your back so your breasts push forward.” When I do, he says, “A little more.” I try again. “Much better. Now, turn your hands palms up and rest the backs of your hands on your thighs.” That was easy, and I hear him say, “Beautiful. Now, bow your head, but don’t let the arch in your back fade.” I try to do what he’s said. “Arch your back a little more. A little more. There! That’s beautiful. Good job.” I feel sort of like a dog, except there’s no treat. I’m hoping I’ll get that in a few minutes. He gives me a moment or two to settle into the pose. While I’m doing so, he says, “Holding the pose like that will help your muscles build memory for it. It’s uncomfortable for you now, but as you practice it, it will become more comfortable until you enjoy sitting in this manner.” Then he adds, “And it’s important that you begin to learn to not look a Dom in the eye unless asked to. When trusting a Dom to care for you, you should reciprocate with respect.”

I cast my eyes downward and answer with a simple, “Yes, Master.” He says nothing, so I assume he’s pleased.

After what seems like an eternity, he says, “Rise. Gracefully.” I try and I think I do a pretty good job. “Work on that, but it was good for a first time. Give me your hand.” Careful not to look into his face, I hold my right hand out and he takes it in his left, then leads me to a piece of equipment.

He turns to me with his back to the crowd and very quietly says, “Lie down with your torso along the beam, a breast on either side. Put your hands down by the front legs of the horse. I’ll position your legs.” I lie down on the horse just like he said and, to my horror, both of my breasts pop out of my bra-thing. I wait for the laughter; it doesn’t come. That breast thing must happen pretty often around here. When I put my hands down, he secures them to the front legs of the horse with cuffs that are already in place. This is starting to make me nervous. I feel him take hold of each of my ankles and fasten them in place on the platforms to either side of the horse. I’m bound to the horse and helpless. And, oddly, it feels, well . . . it’s very arousing. He turns the horse so my ass is away from the crowd, and I remember that I don’t have on any underwear. I have to be sure to thank him and Dave for that.

He walks to the front, squats down, and fondles both of my nipples. I feel the heat rising in my cheeks but, to my surprise, it’s pooling between my legs as well. My nipples are getting harder and harder to the point that they’re aching. I know everyone is watching and, as though he can hear my thoughts, Steffen whispers to me, “Don’t worry about anyone but me. As long as you’re pleasing me, I’ll please you.”

“Yes, Master,” I think to say.

“Very good, pretty thing.” He stands and moves behind me and addresses the audience. “Tonight we’ll do a little orgasm denial. This can be useful in discipline. There’s nothing more frustrating to a sub than to be brought to the edge, only to be left hanging without satisfaction. I’ll stroke her clit and watch for the signs.” Signs? I’m not sure what he’s talking about.

His fingers graze my slit, and then he parts my lips with two fingers and finds my bud. It’s aching. “Your tiny little dick is hard as a rock, pretty one,” he murmurs to me and begins to stroke rhythmically. Suddenly, I realize that I’ve forgotten about all of the people watching, I’ve forgotten to be embarrassed, and I’ve forgotten to be worried about what he thinks about my naked backside. All I’m thinking about is the next second and how good it’ll feel as compared to this one. I feel the tension building in my belly, feel my hips start to rock, and I start to moan. I’m right at the edge, and I start to tell him that I’m going to come when . . .