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“Giving,” I answered without hesitation. “Although if I had the right partner, it might be different. Maybe”
“That woman you were out with last night, you were attracted to her?”
I nodded.“Yeah.”
“But when you fooled around?”
“It was meh,” I admitted. “I got her off, then faked an orgasm just to end the night.”
I wasn’t proud to admit that, but Zelda and I were good enough friends that I knew she wouldn’t judge me.
“What if you imagine pulling her over your lap for a little spanking? Maybe tying her up and making her beg to come?”
My entire face flamed, and my heart started thumping much faster. Wait a minute, was this exciting me?
“I could never hit a woman,” I answered instead. “My father was abusive to my mother, I don’t want to be like that.”
“BDSM is not about abuse, Paula,” Zelda said. “It’s about pleasure. The exchange of power. Consent. And if my suspicions are correct, you’re a dominant.”
“No, I’m not!” I protested quickly, even while a small part of my brain was extremely excited about this turn in the conversation. Wasn’t I always way more interested in the dominant’s side when I read BDSM books?
“After all these years in the scene, I’m pretty good at figuring out who’s dominant and who’s submissive,” Zelda continued. “In just a few minutes with someone I can tell. Even when they’re switches it’s pretty obvious to me.”
“I’m not dominant. Or...anything.” I said, but my voice wasn’t as firm as I’d like it to be.
“Then I dare you to prove me wrong,” Zelda said, picking up the pace.
I ran a little faster so I could catch up with her, struggling to keep my breath moderated.
“What do you mean, you dare me?” I asked.
“Club Surrender is having a Dominatrix one-oh-one class series. I dare you to come to the classes, try some things out, and see if you like the lifestyle. When you realize you do, you can buy me dinner to thank me.”
“I’m not taking that dare,” I retorted with difficulty.
I totally wanted to take the dare. Not only because it was intriguing, but also because if there was one thing I couldn’t resist it was a dare, and my good friend knew that as well as I did.
“Are you chicken?” Zelda taunted.
“No.”
Yes.
“What’s in it for me if I say yes?” I asked.
“Mind. Blowing. Sex.”
Luisa
“I can’t believe I finally made it to the club,” I told my friend Tracie.
I’d been too busy with my new job to check it out before, but now that I was settled here in Seattle, I was ready to finally have some fun. I looked around the busy club, already impressed with how clean and classy the place was. It was a far cry from the sometimes dingy dungeon-like clubs I’d gone to back in L.A.
This place was more like a high class night club. It had a fun and sophisticated vibe. I loved it immediately.
Tracie’s girlfriend Angela was the owner of Club Surrender, Seattle’s famous women only BDSM club. After I helped Tracie move in with her, Angela had generously gifted me a free month of membership to play at the club. I’d likely join when my month was over, but I appreciated the chance to check it out for a bit first.
“It took you long enough to get here,” Tracie teased, wrapping her arm around mine and giving me a squeeze.
