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“Okay yes, sure, let’s go to a room.”
“I think I’m supposed to give the orders,” she said, her entire mood lightening now that we’d agreed to do a scene together.
I gave her my brattiest look. “Then give me some orders.”
She grabbed my hand, and I sucked in a breath at the weird little tingling that passed between our skin. I could tell that Paula felt it too, because she frowned a little as she stared down at our hands.
“Let’s go,” she finally said, pulling me towards the back of the building.
We followed the monitor to our assigned room, both of us looking around at the small room curiously. The room was the size of the average bedroom, with stark white walls and painted cement floors. There was a spanking bench in one corner, a bed with a wrought iron headboard in another, a couch on one wall, and some kind of sex swing hanging a few feet away close to a wall of cabinets and drawers that I knew from my previous visits was filled with toys and equipment like wax, lube, restraints, and nipple clamps.
I wanted Paula to use them all. But only on me.
“I’m supposed to ask you about your hard and soft limits,” she said quietly.
I dropped onto the couch. “If you don’t mind my saying, you seem a little wishy washy for a dominatrix.”
She put her hands on her hips and drew herself up taller. “It’s my first unsupervised scene,” she admitted, although her voice was stronger now. “Cut me some slack.”
Paula took a deep breath, and I could practically see her reach for her domme personality. When she spoke again her voice was lower and stronger.
“I’m going to need to spank you for your impertinence.”
“God, I wish you would.”
Paula
I’d come to Club Surrender every night since I met Luisa. Ostensibly it was to learn more about the lifestyle, but really I was there hoping to bump into the woman I couldn’t get out of my head. The only time I stopped thinking about her was when I was castigating myself for not taking her up on her unspoken invitation to spend time together the other night.
Seeing the flash of hurt and disappointment in her eyes that night had almost killed me.
Now here she was, all sassy and sexy. When she invited me to spank her, I swear my palm started to itch. The thought of reddening her skin was making me more excited than I was willing to admit. But then again, if she was into it...
I’d learned a lot during the last month and gradually I was becoming more comfortable with the side of me that longed to dominate.
“Tell me what you like,” I instructed. “And get on your knees like a good little sub.”
Her eyes glittered with amusement, but she slid off the couch to her knees, dropping her butt to her heels and assuming the classic submissive position. Her eyes were lowered, but I could see her peeking up at me from beneath her eyelashes.
“You like to be spanked?” I asked.
“Yes, Mistress.” I felt a thrill at the honorific.
“What else do you like?”
“Any impact play, really, as long as it’s not super hard. Nothing that will leave welts or other marks that I need to hide tomorrow. I also like wax, bondage, teasing, that kind of thing.”
Her desires lined up nicely with mine.
“And your hard limits?” I asked, realizing I was supposed to have asked a staff member to give me her intake forms to read that information myself.
“Nothing around my neck, I hate choking or being constricted with breathing.”
Her voice was vehement enough that I knew there must be a story there, one I resolved to ask her about later.
“No knives, blood, or other bodily functions. I can deal with a blindfold or gag, but honestly they’re not my favorite.”
“And if I call you a slut and demand you lick my pussy?” I asked, shocking myself with the question.
