Page 3 of Dared
We’d always had a touchy relationship, an easy intimacy that we’d created as friends. Fortunately, it had lasted even after our brief attempts to date each other after Tracie’s divorce, because it turns out we were much better as friends than lovers.
“I wanted to be in a good headspace,” I shared. “Moving up here and starting a new job was a big change for me.”
“I get that,” Tracie said. “I’m just glad you’re here now.”
Tracie waved to Angela, who was standing by the bar talking to one of the bartenders. As usual Angela looked impeccable from the top of her silver blonde hair to the skintight dress that hugged her lean curves. She was a good ten years older than us, but the club owner still had a banging body.
After meeting a couple of times when they were younger, I was glad she and Tracie had finally found each other again at a time that they were both ready for a relationship. They were complete opposites, but somehow they worked well as a couple.
“What’s happening over there?” I asked Tracie, pointing to a group of women crowded around a small stage in the corner.
“Oh, it’s the Dominatrix one-oh-one class.”
“Is that what it sounds like?” I asked.
“Yeah. Angela offers different classes for members to help them learn safe and fun ways to practice. A couple of months ago we had this shibari expert do a demo on rope work and bondage, it was super cool. This month Angela is teaching baby dommes how to play safely with the subs.”
Tracie and I made our way through the crowd until we were close enough to see the stage. A beautiful and voluptuous woman with dark hair was instructing a group of five women on ways to tease a submissive with a vibrator.
“That’s Marlena,” Tracie whispered. “She’s a pleasure domme. She’s with this woman Sarah, you’ll probably meet her tonight, she’s a member too.”
Marlena motioned to five benches that were set up along the stage.
“Any volunteers?” she called. “Who wants to get teased by a new dominatrix tonight?”
My hand shot in the air along with several other people. Marlena scanned the crowd, pointing out her selected people. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tracie waving at her and nodding towards me. Marlena saw it too.
“And you,” she said, pointing at me.
“Yippee!” I whispered as I hurried up to the stage. This would be a nice way to take the edge off.
“What’s your name?” the instructor asked as she helped me climb onto the stage.
“It’s Luisa, Mistress Marlena.”
The dominatrix smiled slightly with approval at the honorific.
“You’ll be working with Mistress Paula tonight,” she said, pointing to someone standing near the edge of the stage.
I turned to see my temporary play partner and my breath caught in my throat. Holy shit, Mistress Paula was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in real life.
She was probably in her mid to late thirties, with long, thick blonde hair that kissed the top of her breasts and hazel eyes that seemed to have glints of green in them. Her skin was pale other than a pink flush that rose on her cheeks at my perusal. Wide, sensuous lips were painted a dark, deep red. Something about her reminded me of a barbie doll.
Mistress Paula was wearing a simple black sleeveless dress that showed off trim but toned arms. The dress had a modest neckline, hinting at small but firm breasts, the fabric clinging to her gently rounded hips and strong thighs. She had the body of an athlete and the face of an angel.
In my mind’s eye I laughed at myself for thinking something so ridiculous, but it was true. I couldn’t take my eyes off this woman.
The overhead lights glinted against her silver hoop earrings as we continued to stare at each other, the sounds of the club fading away as if we were the only two people in the place. I’d never had an experience like this before. It was like I’d been searching for something important and now that I’d found it, I couldn’t let it out of my sight.
Everything inside me calmed, my body feeling warm. Was this what love at first sight felt like?
“Are you two ready to get started?”
I jumped as Mistress Marlena spoke next to us. A crease formed between Paula’s eyebrows briefly, as if she was confused, then I saw her take a deep breath and school her expression.
“Yes, I’m ready if you are, uh—-?”
“Luisa,” I said.
