Dylan motioned for Kate and handed Sawyer a piece of paper. When the woman approached, Sawyer was impressed with her looks. She was tall with wavy, shoulder-length auburn hair, had the body of a porn star and looked like she loved being fucked in dishonorable ways. Perhaps even punished.
“Mr. Morrison,” she nodded gracefully. “I’m looking forward to finding out what kind of Dom you’re going to be.”
“So am I,” he countered.
They all walked back to a large, bright room where several people were already gathering behind a dark tinted viewing glass to watch the inexperienced Dom’s first scene. It reminded him of the seedy parts of town he had experienced in his youth and watching people fuck as he looked on anonymously. He stood glaring at them, nervous butterflies starting to build in his stomach. He wasn’t keen on a group of strangers watch him fumble around and/or make a fool out of himself. He ran his palm over his face and lowered his head.
“I chose this room so that we could dim the outer lights and the crowd is out of view. In the meantime, make your sub your only point of focus,” he heard Dylan over his shoulder.
Easier said than done. He sighed to himself, revolted at the thought of exposing his cock to a group of unknowns.
Pushing past his anxiety, he walked over to a table where a dozen or so items were laid out, many of which he was familiar with only by having read about them. He picked them up, one by one, touching them and studying them. He wished Sarah were by his side, explaining how each of them felt on a woman’s body.
Kate sauntered up next to him while he read over her hard and soft limits, making herself a little too comfortable for his tastes and rubbing herself against him like an animal in heat. She reached for a thick wooden paddle and fingered it.
“I like this very much. And this too,” she commented, pointing towards a large purple butt-plug. Pushing gently past Sawyer she continued to grab several of the implements, her actions quickly grating on his nerves. He gripped her upper arm firmly and held her at bay.
“I’ll take your wants into consideration. Now let me finish reading.”
Her eyes widened infinitesimally and she smiled mockingly. “Yes, Sir,” she snickered.
“Undress and seat yourself over there, please,” Sawyer nodded toward an oversized wooden chair with a padded leather seat and restraining points on each of the legs and arms.
Sawyer wasn’t sure what he wanted to start with and waited for Isabel to join him. When she moved next to him, she began talking about the items he had set aside.
“The tawse can be sharp and painful, but it also feels fantastic when used gently. It warms up the skin nicely. Even though this flogger is small, it packs a punch. See how the ends are knotted? They really bite,” Isa waggled her eyebrows up and down.
He quickly put the flogger back. Bite wasn’t the sensation he was going for.
“Feathers are nice and playful and can be used to build up to more intense play,” she continued. “So is this double-sided paddle. One of my first experiences with Dylan he used a double-sided paddle on me. Each of the contrasting sides offers a wonder of sensations.”
Isabel’s eyes drifted off as if thinking back to her time with Dylan. Sawyer heard Dylan clear his throat from behind.
“Focus, Isa.”
“Yes, Master. Your expertise in these matters is better than mine,” she stated, stepping aside, letting Dylan take over.
“For experimental items, these will do just fine,” Dylan nodded.
When Sawyer turned to face Kate, her toned and muscular body was gloriously naked, her bronze skin glowing under the yellow-gold lighting. It was hard for him not to appreciate such a fine specimen even if she wasn’t his type. Sitting in the chair, her legs were spread wide as she fingered herself.
Dylan motioned with his head toward Kate. “Did you give her permission to do that to herself?”
“I most certainly did not.”
“Deal with it,” Dylan instructed.
Sawyer grabbed a pair of fur-lined leather cuffs and strode over to her, gripping her wrist and pulling her fingers out of her glistening pussy.
“Enough of that,” he grumbled.
Kate poked her tongue out and attempted to bring her fingers to her mouth, but his strong grip didn’t allow her to. He swiftly pulled her hand down and fumbled with the cuffs before securing one of her hands to the shackles. She softly giggled at his mishandling of the restraint and Sawyer’s eyes shot up to hers.
“You only get to laugh at me once,” he snarled, staring directly into her eyes.
With the speed and agility of a man who meant his words, he strapped her other wrist down purposefully, cinching the cuff to an appropriate but secure fit, and tugging on the restraint to test its stability causing Kate to gasp out at his harsh, sudden movement. The smile quickly faded from her face and one side of Sawyer’s mouth curled upwards.
“I’m a fast learner, Kate,” he smirked.
Kneeling in front of her, the smell of Kate’s musky perfume and pussy wafted past his nose, urging him forward, and Sawyer felt the sudden impulse to tease her. He leaned down and licked the inside of her thigh just above her knee while his hands secured her ankles. She closed her eyes and whimpered as Sawyer nibbled his way up the inside of her thigh, thrusting her hips forward the closer Sawyer got to her pussy.
“Lick me… more,” she demanded, her voice breathy and needy.
He didn’t like being told what to do, even if he was new at it. “You’ll get more when I see fit,” he stood boldly.
Her red glossed lips formed a perfect pout and he began to wonder how they would feel wrapped around his cock. He moved back to the table and with Dylan’s assistance, he decided on a bit of sensual torture for the brazen submissive. Sawyer decided first to instruct her to keep her eyes closed, wondering how well she could follow instructions. She complied and he began by sweeping the feathers over her body. First over her nipples causing them to harden and then finishing them off by pulling them to a point with his fingers. Next, he dusted the feathers over her cheeks and Kate’s eyes popped open.
“Tsk, tsk. I said closed,” he said smoothly with no expression on his face.
Kate’s mouth curved into a cynical frown. Standing back, his hands fell to his side. He meant what he said. When he stood motionless glaring at her, she gave in and closed her eyes. Dylan then handed him the tawse next and Sawyer began to slap the stiff leather over the tops of her breasts and thighs, pinking up her skin.
He liked the way it felt in his hands; firm and unyielding. It would be too easy for him to get overambitious with his efforts and he worried he might be delivering too hard of blows, so before he continued, he asked “Color?”
“Green. Keep going.”
Damn if Kate, aka Sam, wasn’t a challenging submissive.
“Flick your wrist more, Morrison. Even if you’re not a sadist, it’s good to remember that pleasure can originate from pain. You just need to moderate the amount of pressure delivered based on what you’re trying to achieve. Do you have anything to add, Isa?” Dylan looked over his shoulder.
“Just that aftercare is a requirement, not an option, especially after an intense scene.”
Sawyer paused, contemplating both of their instructions. He had to trust what Dylan was telling him and believe that he wouldn’t steer him in the wrong direction, and neither would Isabel.
Kate writhed, her skin squeaking against the leather and her breathing becoming louder as he flicked his wrist with his next delivery. Beads of sweat began to build on his temples as he paced around her, flicking the tawse in rhythm with the music that Isabel had picked, Breathe by Breaking Benjamin. It was a good choice and the deep bass began to vibrate underneath his feet, sending shock waves to his ball sack and making the experience more arousing.