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“Thanks for agreeing to do this,” Angela said.
I gave her a nod. “It’s no problem, rope play is one of my specialties and I love teaching it to other dominants.”
The club owner gave me a smile. “Well, we’re lucky to have you here, that’s for sure.”
Glancing around the crowded club, I had to appreciate Angela. She was a sharp businesswoman. A dominant herself, she’d gotten tired of the toxic masculinity that seemed to be present at a lot of BDSM clubs. I’d seen quite a bit of that myself at other clubs I’d visited, especially as a female dominant.
Angela decided to create a club where women, including trans women, could come and explore their kinky sides in a safe and nurturing atmosphere. Club Surrender had been a big hit right from the beginning.
I’d moved here a couple of months ago from Boston, and I’d been pleasantly surprised to find a club like this here in Seattle. I already felt comfortable here – or as comfortable as I did anywhere.
Being neurodivergent, I didn’t always pick up on social cues. The unwritten rules of society confused me. It was part of what drew me to BDSM. The rules were clearly defined and agreed to ahead of time. As a dominant, the intense focus for detail that I had helped me immensely. I loved to create complex scenarios designed to bring my subs right to the edge.
“Are you looking for a play partner tonight?” Angela asked. “There are a lot to choose from. Your demonstration really drew a crowd.”
My eyes scanned the packed room again. “I’ll play it by ear.”
A little while later it was time for my demonstration. I stood quietly at the side of the main stage as Angela introduced me.I smoothed my hand down my dress, a short off-the-shoulder number that was black and sparkly. The knit hugged my curves nicely and I’d noticed more than one admiring look as I’d walked on the stage. I’d worn my long blonde hair down around my shoulders, curled in soft waves.
I might not be the best looking woman here tonight, but I looked pretty good for forty-four.
I began my presentation, explaining the key elements of rope play while the audience listened with rapt attention.
My gaze caught on a woman near the front of the crowd. She was off to the side a bit, talking to a woman who I knew was with Marlena, one of the other dommes here. I only knew that because I’d seen them making out and overheard someone talking about how great it was that they’d finally gotten engaged.
The woman who caught my eye was short and curvy. She was young, and while in this light I couldn’t get a good estimate of her age, I knew she had to be at least fifteen years younger than me.
She had brown hair that was pulled up in a high ponytail, with curly tendrils framing her heart-shaped face. Even from here I could see that the girl was beautiful. She had full, high breasts encased in a red corset, a narrow waist, and rounded hips that stretched the limits of black leggings.
As I stared at her, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a very long time: desire. There was something more there too, it was almost like I was...drawn to her.
“I would like to have a volunteer please,” I told the audience. “Someone who will be comfortable being tied up.”
Several hands rose into the air. When I saw the curvy girl’s hand pop up, I couldn’t resist pointing at her.
“You. In the red corset. You may come up here.”
She made her way to the stage excitedly. “Thank you, Mistress.”
I nodded, but otherwise did not acknowledge her comment. In the other parts of my life, I’d learned that people thought my behavior was rude, but here in the club, it just added to my mystique as a dominatrix.
“We will start by learning one of the basic knots, called the Somerville Bowline. Our submissive will sit on this bench, and I will demonstrate.”
I led the girl into place, then gently pulled her arms behind her. Several people crowded around as I carefully restrained her wrists, then demonstrated how the knot worked.
“It’s very important to check in with your submissive as you go along to verify that the positioning of the body or the tightness of the rope are not causing discomfort.”
I walked to the front of the girl’s body and met her eyes, startled to realize that she was a little older than I’d first thought, maybe in her early thirties.
“Are you experiencing any significant discomfort?” I asked.
“No, Mistress.”
“Get out the flogger and see if she changes her mind!” someone called from the audience.
The crowd laughed, but I didn’t respond.
“Now I will demonstrate using rope to restrain the arms to the torso. This type of binding immobilizes the upper body and requires complete trust between the dominant and submissive.”
