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Tracie shrugged like it was no big deal.
“Make her come here for a scene, or if she won’t, tell her you’re going to do a scene with someone else and make her jealous. Then when you get her here, do what you do best. Be a sexy brat.”
***
Three days later...
“Thanks for coming,” I said, giving Paula’s hand a squeeze as we walked into Club Surrender. “I hate to waste my free month here. Angela was clear she wasn’t going to extend it again if I didn’t start coming to the club.”
Paula had been hesitant to come until I informed her that I was coming with or without her. As we’d all suspected, the threat of my doing a scene with another dominatrix was enough to move her past her reticence to return to the club.
I also knew that Angela had called Paula yesterday to check in on her progress since the dominatrix one-oh-one training and they had talked at length about the very normal fears people had about accidentally hurting someone. I could tell it had made a difference, because Paula seemed more enthused about our date at Club Surrender now.
We walked around the club for a while, watching some of the public scenes. When we noticed that Paula’s friend Zelda was using a crop on someone tied to a St. Andrew’s Cross in the corner, we stopped to watch.
“That’s hot as fuck,” I whispered, pressing my thighs together as Zelda methodically tapped the crop across her back and butt cheeks. Her submissive moaned in pleasure.
Paula’s eyes remained riveted on the scene as she responded. “You’d want to be tied up like that and struck with the crop?”
“If it was light like that,” I said. “See how her skin is turning red but Mistress Zelda is keeping the strokes light and even and not breaking the skin? She’s giving the submissive just enough pain to focus her attention within and lean into her surrender. I bet you that girl’s body is humming with endorphins and her pussy is dripping.”
“And what about you?” Paula asked.
“My pussy’s dripping just watching this,” I answered honestly.
“Mine too. Let’s go.”
Paula
I walked with Luisa back to the playroom that we’d reserved for the hour, anticipation sizzling in my veins. Things felt very different for me tonight. Where last time we’d done this I’d been nervous and uncertain, this time I felt calm and confident. In control.
Time and distance had given me some perspective on what happened last time. I’d done a lot of self-reflection the last few weeks, and my conversation with Angela yesterday had helped a lot too. I felt better knowing that all new dominants had similar fears and concerns. Normalizing my feelings had gone a long way to increasing my comfort level.
I’d also gotten to know Luisa pretty well over the past four weeks. I knew that she was disappointed that I kept putting the brakes on the physical and even though it had been hard for me too, I was glad we’d taken the time to really get to know each other. Besides, after four weeks of teasing and anticipation, I had no doubt the next time we had sex it was going to be explosive.
Without sex or BDSM getting in our way, Luisa had opened up to me about her breast cancer scare and some things that had happened in past relationships that made her leery about considering anything long-term again. And one night over a bottle of wine I’d given her the highlights – or the low lights really – of my childhood. I’d shared more with her than I’d ever shared with anyone outside of my therapist, and afterwards she’d just given me a long, tight hug that was more healing than any words could be.
We were friends now, good friends. Now I felt fully comfortable with her, comfortable enough to read her expressions and know that she’d tell me if she needed me to stop.
We’d developed a bond based on trust and familiarity. It left me much more confident about doing a scene with Luisa again.
“Strip,” I ordered as soon as we closed ourselves up in the room.
She gave me a smirk. “Getting right to it, are we?”
“That sass will add to your punishment,” I promised.
“Gosh I hope so.”
I raised one eyebrow.
“Mistress,” she added, pulling off her dress.
To my shock she was completely naked underneath.
“You were walking around like that, naughty girl?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
