“Good girl.” Her palm moved an inch down and pressed at the lowest point of my abdomen, sending waves of heat through my body as a moan passed through my pursed lips in surprise.
Everything started to disappear around me – the bass, the murmur of voices from the booths surrounding us, even the two men staring at my body. I was in my safe place, where it was just the two of us. Every part of me was attuned to her touch and what was coming next from her endless imagination and expertise. I had no idea what to expect, but it didn't matter to me. Trust was a gift I gave her freely, which meant I didn't have to think. I knew she would never harm me.
“That's it. Do you see how dark her nipples are? That's her response to me. As soon as her neck arches, I know she's close. You have to read your submissive to know what she likes. You have to know a woman's body to play it well.”
“All well and good for you to say,” the younger of the two men commented, just above my fuzzy pre-orgasmic brain.
“Why? Because I'm a woman?” she asked with quiet humor. “I would say the same about a male sub’s body, Mark. You just have to know who you're working with and learn through touch. Like Kit here. If I wanted her to climax, right this second, without penetration, I know the exact spots to touch.”
“Prove it.”
Sucking in a stuttering breath, I poised for what was coming. Mistress Kayla's palms moved up my torso to between my breasts. They swept under the curve and over my ribs before her fingers took control and danced down my sides. The same way she'd done a thousand times in the past, she hit the sweet spot under my ribs and my body reacted. A roll down my spine lifted it from the table as my stomach tightened and the walls of my pussy clenched. I had the freedom to react as I pleased, and I took full advantage of it. My head pushed back against the table while my body bowed, a cry of rapture falling from my lips.
It was that easy. She knew my body so well I doubted anyone would ever have the same impact.
“Good God.”
“Just Kayla to you, boys, but I appreciate the sentiment.”
“Point made,” Mark said, leaning over my trembling body as the tingles lingered in my muscles. As one of the best Dommes around, Mistress Kayla knew I needed her touch to feel safe. Her fingers had moved to my arm, stroking gently in a languid repetition that kept us connected and me anchored.
“I don't have time for games. If the two of you are serious, I will teach you all I know. All you need to do is ask.”
“And your sub?”
My eyes flickered open, focusing in on the man with panic before finding the soothing green of my Mistress' eyes. I knew better than to think she would ever even consider handing me over to a man like this. Once she knew I was settled, her eyes narrowed and diverted to the man that had spoken.
“Please elaborate, and you'd be wise to consider how you word your question, Ryan.”
“No disrespect, Kayla. All I meant was: is it her body we'll be learning or women in general?”
Her head fell back with laughter again, her fingers never straying from their constant pattern. “A lot of both, I would think. I'm sure we can find a sub or two looking for an evening of fun if you'd prefer. In fact, I think it might be more beneficial. Once my beautiful Kitty is back with us, I'll send her to find us some companions.”
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. As much as I loved pleasing Mistress Kayla, I wasn't comfortable with these two men, but I knew just the two women who would be.
I'd been listening to the moans all night. On my knees on a cushion in the corner of the room, I watched on with tired eyes. As eager as Ryan and Mark had been, they were proving to be slow learners. I was beginning to think I could bring these girls to orgasm faster than they could. Not that Elisha and Hannah were complaining. They had hands exploring them constantly, with Mistress Kayla stepping in and livening things up sporadically. Mark seemed to have finally caught on to Hannah's gesticulations, which explained the mewls coming from the spanking bench in the opposite corner of the room.
It had started out as a promising night, only to become a waiting game after having only one orgasm. I was ready to curl up in bed and sleep until it was time to make coffee before work in the morning... or not! Tomorrow was Saturday. Saturdays were for sleeping in and watching black and white movies until we got hungry. The promise of a day in bed perked me right up.
“I saw that, Kitty. What was that?” Mistress said, her amusement worn in her tone as she spun on her four inch spiked heels. I averted my eyes to the floor and made sure my pose was perfect as I mentally counted for her command for me to speak. “Answer, Pet.”
“I was thinking about tomorrow, Mistress.”
“Are we boring you?” she asked sternly, even though I could hear the tease behind her words. “Answer.”
“Not at all, Mistress. I was just thinking about you, which led me to Saturday mornings.”
“What about Saturday mornings?” Ryan asked, his hands roaming Elisha's hips. He'd hit a trigger for her twice, but his eyes were on me.
“None of your business,” Mistress Kayla snapped, her head twisting to glare at him. “Kit has just given us a perfect distraction and you walked straight into it. Like I said earlier, your submissive should have your undivided attention. Kit, how many times has he managed to find Elisha's trigger and completely ignored it since engaging in this conversation?”
I swallowed, hating to contradict a Dominant, even though he wasn't mine. “Four, Mistress.”
“Four?” Ryan looked down at Elisha and back up, his eyes narrowing at me. I shrank back into the corner only seconds before Mistress Kayla stepped into his line of sight and blocked me from his steely gaze. As a submissive, I folded under most dominants’ negative reactions whether intentional or not. It was built into me and had been since I'd discovered who and what I was. Even outside of this world, I knew when I was looking at an alpha.
I withdrew from the conversation, staring down at my knees with intent, emptying my mind of anything and everything. There were a lot of things I knew, but I was still learning. Most of what I’d learned had been under the guidance of this woman who had taken me under her wing. I’d also been a single sub, and some things I'd learned the hard way and paid the prices for.
I'd been a sub for almost four years, and two of those were with Mistress Kayla. Unfortunately, my introduction into this world hadn't been an easy one.
Like most, my first dabble into the world of BDSM had been a complete accident, in my case orchestrated by a friend. I'd always been different, liked different things, had a hard time getting off in some situations, but I'd been content enough. I like to think of that night as my sexual awakening, even though I had been absolutely terrified and so far out of my depth that I stayed in denial for almost three weeks afterwards.
Amber, my best friend from childhood, had been explaining bondage to me for a few weeks – the way it made her feel, the endless possibilities, the men she'd met doing it, and the ultimate high of the climax. For the life of me, I couldn't understand what she found so exciting about having a man take control over her mind and body that way. The thought of giving up that part of myself terrified me, but Amber knew better. No matter how much I denied it, she saw straight through the lie right to the curiosity and took it upon herself to give me a little taste of what she knew I was missing.
That was exactly how we ended up at the party that night.
I sometimes wonder if a club would have been a better introduction into this lifestyle. In a club, there's diversity. You can watch what goes on and consider the many facets that this lifestyle has to offer. Whereas the party had a running theme of like seeking like. Except, of course, Master James. He was the one man at the party that seemed to notice me over everyone else.
He was gorgeous and he scared the shit out of me. He towered over my small stature with his wide shoulders and thick forearms, his eyes boring into mine as, unbeknownst to me, he read my body language with interest.
Standing in the farthest corner from the demonstration that Amber had been all too eager to volunteer for, I watched with wide eyes as the red rope encircled her torso in an intricate pattern of knots. Her labored breathing and lustful smile had my full attention as my own arousal yawned and stretched to life in my belly. It tightened and released with every moan that came from my friend's lips.
I had no idea I was being watched so thoroughly until I felt his breath on the back of my neck, his body so close I could practically feel it.
“I think I've found me a spring lamb,” he murmured in my ear, his tone deep and husky, making my knees weak. I'd never reacted to anybody like that before in my life, but his voice oozed confidence, and it washed over me, the gravitational pull undeniable.
“I'm sorry?”
His deep, baritone chuckle was like a million fingers running down my spine as I glanced over my shoulder and discovered just how close he was. With my head at the angle it was, his lips were mere inches from my forehead.
“You're new,” he clarified, his hands shifting my red hair behind me as his fingers lingered on the curve of my neck.
“Just here with a friend.”
“Which one?”
I nodded toward Amber as his chest pressed against my back, closing the distance between us. There was a large part of me that screamed warnings – I didn't know him, he shouldn't be invading my space like that – but unfortunately, it was the other part of me that won. The one that melted against him, the one filled with curiosity as to why I was responding to him the way that I was.
“She's not even half as submissive as you are, and yet, you have no idea what that means, do you?”
I shook my head and sucked in a stuttering breath as I watched Amber's bound body being draped over a narrow table. Three men approached her, all of them clearly aroused.
“It means you want to be taken. You want to give control to someone else. The thought of what's about to happen to your friend thrills you. All those hands, touching all the right places.” His hand moved to my stomach, every syllable bringing it closer to my mound, and I was powerless to stop him. “Don't let your mind conform to convention. Different isn't bad, little lamb. Give me the chance and I will show you a world of want and feeling.”
My head fell back against his shoulder, all the breath falling from my lips as I tried to get past the sudden intoxication and fight the lusty haze that was making decisions for me. My body was more sensitive than it had ever been, every touch seemingly bringing it closer to something most men couldn't do even with their dicks inside me. I wasn't sure why or how he was doing it, but I clung to the feeling with both hands, unable to find anything wrong with the situation I'd suddenly found myself in.
Master James delivered exactly what he promised to that night. He'd been as excited as I was, for entirely different reasons. Apparently, having a first timer and breaking her in was a huge turn on for him. He bound me, flogged me, and fucked me for so long that I couldn't walk the next morning.
I was with him for three months. He taught me so much, but he also abused his power thoroughly. I had been so naïve. I’d gone into the relationship with him not fully understanding what it meant to be a submissive. I’d trusted him with a blind faith that had cost me dearly. There had been no safe word, he’d pushed my body beyond its capabilities, and there had been a minimal amount of aftercare that had left me questioning the choices I’d made. Master James had taken the word slave quite literally. I hadn’t known any better until I met one of his former subs whose Master was more than happy to liberate me from the union. James wasn't a bad man but he was a bad Dominant. He was selfish, and he had no fear of taking without giving in return. Once my friend’s Dom had convinced me this lifestyle didn't make me a bad person, he introduced me to a few of his friends, who were more than willing to take on a teaching role.
I'd drifted after I left him. Amber and I frequented parties and clubs, occasionally picking up a Dom for a week or two before moving on. I was more satisfied sexually than I'd ever been, but there was now a gaping hole in my emotional fulfillment. I needed to feel cherished as well as used, loved as well as subservient, wanted as much as I craved them.
It should have been easy. Good Dominants were natural caregivers. They wanted to look after subs and protect them. Of course, that meant sharing trust and developing a relationship that took time. I didn't naturally trust anyone, which only frustrated the Doms I chose to entertain.
Then I met Mistress Kayla.
I'd never thought about being with a woman before, nor had I had the inclination, so I hadn't been expecting her. She'd been invited to one of the few parties that I'd attended solo. Amber and I had always operated with a safety in numbers attitude, so it was rare that I went anywhere alone. I was supposed to have been meeting a Dom I'd been introduced to the week before, but found myself adrift when he was a no-show. I'm not sure if Mistress Kayla had picked up on any of that. I'd just noticed her staring at me from a deep leather seat where she held everyone else's attention.
I hadn't known it at the time, but she rarely went to parties and her appearance was revered. All I'd known was that the most beautiful woman in the room was staring at me, and those unfathomable, piercing green eyes irrationally made my body tingle.
Rising from her seat, she made her way across the room to where I stood, nursing the soda I'd managed to find. Though I was a drinker, my common sense always made sure I never touched a drink at these events. I was a fast learner so it had only taken one incident. I slid to the side to let her pass, but she didn't move into the next room. She stopped next to me, her head held high, her eyes on something beyond me. Her domination oozed from every pore, but the act of not looking into my eyes told me she was avoiding spooking me.