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“Oh yes, thank you. Please lay down on the bench.”
Paula was the most polite dominatrix I’d ever seen, I thought to myself with a laugh before I remembered that she was just learning how to do this.
“Yes, Mistress,” I said politely, dropping my eyes like the good submissive I was.
Well, sometimes. Back at my club in L.A. I had a bit of a reputation for being a brat. I should probably tone down my inner brat, especially since this was my first visit to the club. I settled on my back on the bench, glad I’d worn a short dress for easy access.
“Give your submissives instructions for what you want them to do now,” Marlena told the group. “You might consider tying their hands, or telling them to play with their nipples, that kind of thing. Tell them exactly where you want them to place their hands and legs. Do what feels right, and what sounds hot for you and the submissive, watching their reactions carefully.”
“Widen your legs to either side of the bench,” Paula instructed, tapping my knee lightly. “Reach your arms over head and hold onto the top of the bench. Please.”
“Or?” I couldn’t resist teasing her.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“What happens if I don’t follow your instructions?” I asked. “Usually a dominant will say something like...,” I lowered my voice in my best imitation of a dominant, “keep your hands there or I won’t let you come.”
Paula stared at me for a long moment, like she wasn’t sure how to respond. Then she took another one of those deep breaths and right before my eyes she seemed to grow taller and bigger and more dominant.
“You will be quiet, girl, or I’ll gag you.”
Paula
Well, I wasn’t sure where that threat had come from, but it felt right.
The submissive – Luisa – raised an eyebrow like she was surprised, then hastened to arrange her body as I’d instructed.
She was stunning. Luisa was a couple of inches shorter than me, all softness and lush curves. She had large breasts, wide hips, and thick thighs that I was already fantasizing about having pressed against my ears.
Her skin was light brown with an olive tint and based on her name and the mane of long, thick dark brown hair I was guessing she was Italian, or something Mediterranean. Luisa had the largest brown eyes I’d ever seen. When our gazes had met, I hadn’t been able to look away. I’d been transfixed by her.
I’d never met Luisa before, but for some reason, I felt like I already knew her. It was almost disconcerting.
I refocused my attention on Marlena as she led us through different techniques to tease our submissives with various vibrators. These classes were almost clinical, focused on safety and effective techniques, and while it wasn’t particularly arousing, I could tell that it would be once I was comfortable and not copying the motions of everyone around me.
What would my first scene be like? I wondered.
Zelda was sure I’d make a good dominant, but I wasn’t one hundred percent certain. After several lessons and spending a fair amount of time observing public scenes at the club, I could see differences in the expression of domination and submission. Some were purely about control, some were sexual, and for many women participating in the scenes it seemed to be both.
I’d learned that there were many couples who came here together and that was something I could see working for me, if I had a long-term partner who’d be into that kind of thing. I eyed Luisa speculatively, wondering if she had a regular play partner. Or a romantic partner.
There was something about her...it was ridiculous, but I felt like I knew her, like I’d been waiting for her as long as I could remember.
Luisa’s eyes were closed as I teased around her pussy with the vibrator. I desperately wanted to see her come, but I didn’t want it to be here, in front of all these people. I could see Luisa trying to get into it, but she seemed distracted by everything happening all around us. I knew that a lot of people got off during the public scenes at the club, but with Marlena giving instructions and watching our every move, it wasn’t particularly erotic.
I wondered if Luisa would be up for spending some time together. I wanted to do more with her, and I had a strong urge to get to know her too. After tonight I was finished with my lessons and free to play at Club Surrender. The owner had included a free month of membership as part of the fee for the classes.
Marlena finished up the lesson, reminding us that she and the other dominatrix instructors were available to assist us if we needed guidance. To my relief I saw that none of the other newbies had brought their volunteer subs to orgasm either. I would have hated to be the only one.
I offered a hand to Luisa, pulling her to her feet. She retrieved the underwear she’d taken off earlier, sliding them up under her short skirt while covertly watching me from underneath her eyelashes.
“Thanks for being my guinea pig,” I said. “Can I buy you a drink?”
For some reason I held my breath. It wasn’t like me to be nervous, but something about Luisa had me feeling off-kilter. She gave me a long look.
“Sure. Having a drink would be nice.”
I put my hand at the small of the submissive’s back to guide her, ignoring the zing of electricity that arced between my palm from the gap between her shirt and the waistband of her skirt.
