"Okay!" Anna clapped, her enthusiasm infectious. "Let's get started, then! Stand over there, next to Mamiko."
She looked away, over to Mamiko, standing patiently by the fireplace, her kimono hanging loose but still closed and tied. Confused about what was to happen to her, but desperately wanting to relinquish to my control, she wiped her eyes and got up. As she walked the few steps she smoothed her dress, very self-conscious she wouldn't be wearing it much longer.
"So, to make sure we have got things straight," Anna began, "I understood from the scene at the willow tree this morning that you two are exploring a dom/sub relationship, is that a fair assessment?" She looked at both of us. I nodded, Loren looked to the floor beet red.
"Excellent. I welcome you to the club. There is a long history, which I won't bore you with tonight, but I strongly urge you to research on your own. The Web is a wonderful resource, definitely use it. The problem is," she took a sip, "there is too much information sometimes, and much of it is contradictory. We'll begin slowly - tonight just some basics. If you find tonight worked for you, we can discuss a plan going forward." She looked again at us for acknowledgment. "I don't think it will take you long to find your own way - perhaps two months at the most. Of course, by then we will be on different terms and it will seem less like therapy, or worse, school, and more like being ourselves." Her voice had an edge to it, a silk scarf pulled tight.
"Let me start with a little theory, since you're both new to this. Lo...er Elke, your position as submissive in the power relationship is extraordinary. You serve your master, you gain pleasure from his pleasure and you control the timing, the manner and virtually all of the interactions...You doubt it?" She responded to looks of confusion on Loren's face. It seemed counter-intuitive, so I was interested in hearing more.
"I...I never thought about being a 'submissive,' Anna...I just need to be punished...sometimes." She looked down when she said it.
"But," I injected, "you have been finding excuses to be punished, lately, haven't you Elke? It's getting more and more difficult to simply live your life without satisfying that need, right?"
"Yes...I...yes...you're right." Loren continued to look down, still uncomfortable with being the center of attention.
"So, the key point: you are in control, Elke. You 'lead from the bottom.'" She stopped to make sure Loren had acknowledged it, even if she still didn't believe it. I was skeptical, but was willing to see how that could be true.
"Well, this will be where we begin. To start, you should become very familiar with several submissive positions. Since you are standing, let's get into a classic standing sub pose. Take your hands and lock them behind your neck, your fingers intertwining."
Loren hesitated only momentarily before doing as she was told, raising her elbows up to let her fingers interlock.
"Now push your elbows back so they are behind your shoulders if you can. That's right. Notice, Master Rick, how her breasts are now raised up and available for you. She is offering herself. And because your fingers are interlocked, Loren, you are helping yourself to stay in position when things get uncomfortable." She motioned to Mamiko who quietly moved behind Loren.
Loren looked around, first at me, then at Anna and then trying to find Mamiko.
"Keep your head looking at your master," Anna commanded gently. She pointed me to a chair suggesting I move it about four feet in front of Loren.
"Master Rick," she continued, "it often helps the sub to see the effect her efforts have on her master."
The implication was clear. I licked my lips and realized I too was going to have to put some "skin" in the game. The alcohol had been a little stronger than I had first thought, I guess, because I felt just fine unbuttoning my trousers, unzipping my fly and pulling them and my underwear down to my ankles. My penis was stiffening, but still half lolling, its head tracing a ticklish path on the hairs of my upper thigh. I looked up to see Loren staring at it.
"Keep your eyes on your master, Loren. Your master tonight is Rick's delicious looking cock. (It is delicious looking, Master Rick...I can't wait to see it fully erect)." She nodded again, and Mamiko reached forward, under Loren's arms to the front of her dress. Loren jumped at her touch, surprised or tickled it wasn't clear.
Mamiko started to peel the elastic top down, pulling and rolling it until Loren's breasts popped free, her nipples erect, her areolas deepening in color as they began to pucker. The auburn patch of hair under her arms distracted me for a heartbeat.
Loren closed her eyes momentarily as the sensation of being exposed in the room hit her. She quickly re-opened them, knowing she had dis-obeyed the very first instruction.
"That's alright, dear. I understand. The feelings can be intense. But rest assured, the infraction did not go unnoticed. By the way, Rick, do you like Elke unshaved?"
I nodded, looking at how vulnerable she was, exposed and under these two women's control.
Mamiko began stroking her fingernails on Loren's breasts, starting from their base where the skin transitioned to her underarm and continuing up to and over her nipples, to meet at the center of her breast bone. She kept up the motion, back and forth, the pulses of pleasure obvious from Loren's changes in breath.
My cock continued its upward motion, wiggling and pulsing without my control. The thought it was adding to Loren's excitement added to
my
excitement.
"This position," Anna continued with her instruction, "is straightforward and easy to maintain, but you need to do a little more. Spread your legs as wide as is comfortable."
Loren shifted her legs, opening one and then the other, keeping her eyes on my cock. Mamiko had stepped back momentarily.
"Shortly you will be stripped naked..." Anna obviously had no idea how easy that would be... "and we can continue some additional instruction at that point. But before we go there, we should talk about safety." She motioned again, and Mamiko bent down to pick up the hem of Loren's dress pulling it up her legs. I suppose Anna had intended to expose Loren bit-by-bit, to increase Loren's tension about being on show. It was a little anti-climactic to see Loren's beautiful bush appear as Mamiko returned to standing.
"Very nice, you two. You are full of surprises. That's okay Mamiko, you can tuck it in." Mamiko busied herself with Loren's dress, rolling it into a strip around her waist, tucking it into the belt and waistband, in some inscrutable form of fabric origami. Loren stood in the center of the room, her front completely exposed, her hands behind her head, her eyes locked on my now almost fully erect penis.
"Maintaining control of the situation means you have an agreed upon escape clause - a rip cord, a back door way out in case you have or are about to cross a line. For Elke to feel safe, she must know that you Master Rick will cease and desist the moment she declares the need. For you Master Rick, you must know that Elke, and Elke alone, is the person who can determine what is and is not permissible. Because the line might change from one scene to another, you can't always rely on what was acceptable yesterday."
Mamiko had finished and walked back to the other end of the room where she was busying herself at a cabinet. I looked back at Loren. She was beautiful, open, expectant, submissive. I wanted to get up and fuck her right then, my cock pulsed at the thought. It pulsed again at the prospect of Anna's evening.
"The day-to-day ways in which we tell someone to stop doing something is to say 'No' or 'Stop.' But these are so ingrained in our behavior that we say them unconsciously, without thought. If every time Master Rick punishes you and you beg him to stop, he won't really know if you mean it, or if you are just reacting. No, these are wholly unreliable and unacceptable words to indicate you really need him to stop." She stopped to take a drink, watching us watch each other. My cock pulsed.
"You must come up with, agree upon and completely respect a 'safe-word' or safe-phrase. A word that would unlikely be spoken during a scene, that you won't forget and that you can always hang onto as the situation approaches the breaking point."
"Laundry basket," Loren/Elke said without stopping.
"Okay," she paused, "that's okay, but it's a little lengthy. How about just 'basket?'" She waited for Elke to nod. "Okay, from now on, until you both agree to change it, your safe word will be 'basket.' Master Rick, here's your commitment to your sub: whenever and for whatever reason, no matter how much you need the scene to go on, you will immediately stop whatever is happening when Loren...Elke utters the words 'basket.' Do you understand and are you committed to Elke to respect her needs?"
"I do." I looked straight at Loren to make sure she understood I felt this was like a mini-wedding ceremony. I could see water building up in her eyes - this was everything she had hoped for with Bill, and she was getting it here, tonight.
"And Loren...Elke...dear, we're going to have to get this straight. I understand the need to have a sub-name, but I'm concerned about that for now. Would it be a terrible nuisance to simply call you Loren?" The break in the proceedings was almost comical, the growing tension magically dissipated.
"Loren would be okay," she said, again softly, her eyes fixed on my cock.
"Thank-you dear. Soon enough we won't be using your name at all. You'll understand in a moment. But, this is important: do you trust that Master Rick will honor those words when you utter them, and that you will only utter them when you truly need the situation to stop, to not trivialize them by using them unnecessarily, in jest or with disrespect?"
