by Cole Denton
“Did I say that you could touch yourself, you pathetic piece of shit?” Elise shouted.
“No, Mistress Elise,” Joshua mumbled, playing the part of a disobedient sub well.
James probably had a discussion with Joshua before the session to let him know he would be a learning tool for Elise and her real life topping experience. Joshua was smart too, he could also manipulate a session, which is most likely why James selected him for the guided session.
“You need to make me come before you even think about coming, Mr. Worthless. Use that goddamn tongue!” she growled.
“Fuck,” Brandon mumbled.
I glanced over at him, and his head was leaned back against the wall and tilted upward. His eyes were closed, and his chest heaved while his stomach muscles tightened. Well. Brandon likes humiliation and degradation play. I smirked as he hurried past me, probably on the way to the locker room.
I now had my cock poking out from between my boxer brief pouch, and I continued to slowly stroke myself as Joshua devoured Elise’s pussy. It appeared that Joshua began to start using his tongue in just the right way because Elise started to moan out in pleasure. The sight of her with her head tilted back as she received oral sex nearly undid me. I began to imagine her at the coffee shop sitting at the table, talking to Liz while I licked her pussy under the table.
“Fuck,” I panted out as Elise moaned.
My orgasm snuck up on me, and I put my hand in front of my head to catch most of the cum. Thankfully, I had a handkerchief in my back pocket, which made for an easy click clean up. My dad told me to always keep one, and James told me that a gentleman always has one on hand. I’m sure, for times just like these. I folded up the handkerchief and put it in my messenger bag that was still slung over my shoulder and across my body.
I took a deep breath as James wrapped up the session and discussion with Elise. James pointed out the reminder on safety, and I was a bit surprised that Elise hadn’t really apologized about it other than saying she would keep it in mind.
She hadn’t said that she’d adhere but would keep it in mind. My coffee shop friend was dark and dangerous. It called to me on so many levels.
“We’ll meet tomorrow for coffee and to further discuss the session,” James told Elise.
“Great, thank you for your tips and guidance tonight. And Joshua, thank you for finally using that tongue,” Elise smiled and headed to collect her bag near the door.
I frowned as I realized that that appeared to be it and her dismissal. Wasn’t she going to—
“Elise,” James caught her. “This would be the opportunity that you would spend some time with your bottom and session partner. You would want to make sure that they felt okay, or if they had any abrasions that needed tending to.”
Yeah, the aftercare. I was waiting for that.
“Okay,” Elise said and walked back to Joshua.
She didn’t reach out to touch him at all.
“Are you okay?” she asked Joshua.
“Yes, Mistress Elise.”
“Do you have any sore spots or abrasions?” Elise asked in the most clinical sort of way.
“No, Mistress Elise. I don’t think so,” Joshua replied as he looked down at his body.
“Good. Thank you for the session,” Elise thanked Joshua and then turned to James. “I’ll look for your text in the morning as to the time and location that you’d like to meet, James.”
James nodded, and Elise collected her bag and headed this way. I quickly opened my messenger bag and lowered my head to pretend that I was looking for something. While my head was down, I glanced up and saw her leather boots saunter by. When I was sure that she was gone, I looked into the room. James had his arm around Joshua’s shoulders and gripped his upper arm. I could hear James talking in a lower tone to him, asking Joshua to tell him what some learning points were for him. He also asked Joshua that if it had been a real session, what would be warning bells.
Warning bells?
I could easily rattle off a few. And even though there were quite a few, I still would step into one of these rooms with Elise. Mistress Elise.
4
Elise
Two days later, I found myself in line at the coffee house with Liz. In a hushed tone, I began explaining what Joshua had looked like and what a charmer he was. We moved through the line for coffee at a relatively good pace, or maybe I just thought that since I talked the entire time.
“So, you enjoyed dominating Joshua in play?” Liz said, her voice sounded as though she was playfully mocking me.
“Yes, oh my God, yes!” I exclaimed while being as poised as I could as we waited in line. “I think I could do that every day. Maybe all day and all night, and never have any other relationship but one like that.” I slowed down for a moment to give my mind a chance to catch up. Could I have a relationship dynamic like that? “James was fantastic. He was in the room with me and gave me some tips and pointers—”
“I’d take his pointer any day,” Liz interrupted and leaned in to add her opinion of James.
Both of us laughed. I admitted to her that James was captivating to talk to and to look at. I felt a pang of guilt in my stomach as I thought about how handsome James was and that I found myself incredibly attracted to him. I never thought I’d ever feel a physical attraction to anyone but Jacob.
“Just a large house coffee, please,” I told the cashier and handed over my cash.
“Hey, Elise.”
I looked toward the receiving end of the counter in the direction of where the voice came from. Andrew waved at me with a paper cup in his hand as he swiftly moved about his station. I smiled and moved toward that end of the counter as soon as Liz had ordered.
“How come James doesn’t have a sub?” I asked purely out of curiosity. Mostly out of curiosity.
“James is very picky. Well, he’s particular, I should say,” Liz corrected herself.
“Picky, huh?” I said as I watched Andrew move behind the counter.
“Trust me, I don’t think he ever has a shortage of play partners. And, I’m certain that he has a plethora of friends with benefits.”
“But no one he wants to keep?” I asked the same question as earlier but in a slightly different way.
“No. James is very multidimensional, and out of fairness for him, he needs someone who craves all of his dimensions,” Liz said.
“Elise and Liz,” Andrew said in a chipper tone.
Liz and I stepped forward to collect our coffees. I had a few dollars at the ready and deposited them into Andrew’s tip jar. He stood on the other side of the counter with a smile on his face.
“Thank you, Andrew,” Liz said and winked at him.
“You’re most welcome, Liz.” Andrew shifted his eyes to look at me, still wearing that smile. “How are you enjoying the house blend, Elise?” Andrew asked as two of his fingers drummed along the counter.
“I’m enjoying it immensely, Andrew, thank you,” I replied with a bit of a flirty kick to my tone.
Andrew’s smile broadened, and he looked down at the counter briefly. When he brought his eyes up and looked at me again, there was a playful gleam in his eyes. I have no idea why, but that look from him unlocked the cage that I successfully had kept my inner cougar tucked inside. I let her out to play with Joshua a few nights ago, and I had enjoyed it…immensely.
“Sometimes, you just need to change things up a bit,” Andrew suggested.
“You are awfully bright-eyed and peppy for a Monday morning, Andrew,” Liz finally added something to the awkward but addictive chat with Andrew. “Did you have a lovely weekend?” she asked.
Andrew’s cheeks flushed, and his smile was glued to his handsome face.
“I had a great weekend, Liz. It was very…stress relieving,” Andrew elaborated. “Have a great day, ladies.”
“You too,” I offered up before following Liz to our usual table by the window. “He was very talkative this morning, wasn’t he?”
“I wond
er what that stress relieving weekend entailed exactly,” Liz said as her lips wrapped around the straw.
“Perhaps some pussy,” I said quietly.
“Or some dick,” Liz commented in a low tone.
We both laughed and began making terribly inappropriate, but funny, comments about Andrew and the things we’d do to him.
“It would be like two cougars preying on a cub,” Liz said, causing both of us to laugh again.
“He’s still young enough, and he could keep it up and recover quickly. He’d keep us entertained for at least an afternoon,” I joked.
Even though we joked and teased about it, I did imagine the stubble from his chin between my legs rubbing against my sensitive skin. Then my mind switched gears, and I began to think about Joshua from the other night. I felt the pressure build in my clit as Liz and I spoke about my session with Joshua. I began telling Liz that James said I could come back this weekend to have another session with one of the other bottoms in his care.
“That seems like an interesting arrangement,” I commented and sipped on my coffee.
“The fact that he cares for some bottoms?” Liz asked me what I meant exactly.
“Yes, I mean, it sounds wonderful. James said there are three current ones that he is caring for. So, I just wondering if he just cares for them in a kink aspect, or all of life.”
“I don’t know exactly. I’m sure there is lots of sex, though,” Liz added.
A chill of excitement raced down my spine as I thought of James and Joshua. As charismatic and intimidating as James is, and as good looking as Joshua was, I’d imagine the two of them would set the club on fire.
“The way James sits drives me crazy,” I tossed out that topic starter.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been around him in a sitting situation. What does he do?”
“He sits with his legs parted and leans forward to talk.”
“That drives you crazy?” Liz frowned.
“Yes! First of all, he has the top two buttons undone on his shirt. Peeking out at the top is some chest hair, and you know chest hair is a weakness of mine.”
“That’s right. You have that instant clit swell when you see men with chest hair,” Liz recalled.
“On top of that, he has a massive bulge between his legs. When he sits like that, my eyes start at the flesh between the notch of his shirt, and then they quickly travel down to that bulge.”
While Liz laughed, I could feel myself becoming aroused just talking about James.
“I haven’t experienced it myself. However, I have seen him naked during a session,” Liz started and then took a quick sip from her straw. “James is very well equipped.”
“You’re killing me,” I teased and reached for my coffee cup. “And I kind of hate you a little right now for having seen him naked,” I added.
“Do you know who you’re topping this weekend?” Liz asked.
“I haven’t met her yet,” I admitted.
“Her? Mmm this will be good. Are you comfortable with that?” Liz asked as she wore a huge grin.
For as long as I have known her, Liz has played with men and women. Gender isn’t a deciding factor for her. She has an open and mature stance on that and is attracted to the person rather than their gender.
“I am. To be honest, not only am I finding that I’m comfortable with a lot of things that I had never tried, but that I love some of the things. Joshua, for example. I had so much fun demeaning him. I know that sounds horrible, but as I said mean things to him and punished him for not making me come right away, it turned me on so much.” I shrugged and set my coffee cup down. “If the mouth on my pussy is a guy or girl, it doesn’t matter to me. They’re both trying to achieve the same goal.”
“That’s the spirit,” Liz encouraged.
“James said it’s his alpha bottom,” I explained.
“Oh, that will be good for sure. Though she’s submissive, she also has a streak of a dominating characteristic in her.”
“What does that mean?” I asked. I was genuinely perplexed. An alpha submissive wasn’t a term that I had been exposed to with Jacob or in our experience in the club.
“She submits, but among submissives, she can lead them.”
This sounded very interesting.
“Well, little bitch alpha girl better be good at listening and pleasing me. Otherwise, she might find herself getting a nice fat cock from my strap-on up her bitchy ass,” I said in a matter of fact tone.
I kept a straight face as long as I could until Liz burst out laughing.
Staring at the dash of dark hair that peeked out from the white button-up shirt, I had no trouble at all focusing on James as he spoke. He could read the dullest article or recite a political speech, and I’d still give him my complete attention. He was just that kind of man. He had a sexy voice, and the way his eyes bore into mine as he talked made me melt inside. With his sleeves rolled up as they were, I could see a hint of a tattoo, and I was so curious to see the rest of it. What had spoken to this man enough to ink his body with it?
In the back of my mind, I could hear Liz telling me how well-endowed James was. For a brief moment, I had a fleeting thought that made my clit throb. The thought I had was kneeling for him and begging him to feed me his cock. That thought was even less likely to happen, considering the fact that I was done submitting. Jacob was the only one who earned my submission.
I cleared my mind of the dirty acts that I would do with James…if he was to fall into my hands.
“Alice is sweet, but she can be a handful. She has a very playful side and can jump into whatever mindset you require for a session. She is a masochist, so I think you will relate to her need for pain,” James informed me as he stroked his salt and peppered five o’clock shadow.
“Joshua, from last weekend, he wasn’t a masochist, was he?” I asked.
“Joshua isn’t a full-blown masochist. He doesn’t need pain, but he likes pain,” James said and then paused for a moment to let me think about what he said. “As a Top, it is imperative that you recognize the difference. Otherwise, you won’t meet the needs of the bottom.”
Meet the needs of the bottom? Well, what the fuck about my needs? I have needs too, and those are the needs that I am mainly trying to meet. If they come too, great. If not, oh fucking well. Surely, James knew this.
“Do you understand the difference, Elise?” James prompted me to respond.
“Yes, I understand,” I said.
I didn’t really see why it mattered. I would be a Top, negotiating sessions that I found fulfilling. If the bottom wanted to help fulfill my needs, then so be it. I certainly wasn’t a nurturing, Daddy Dom type like James was. I wanted to discipline and punish. I wanted my needs met.
I smiled politely as a beautiful young woman approached and stood beside James’ chair. This must be Alice. For whatever reason, she already grated on my nerves the way she clung close to James…her protector. James wrapped his arm around Alice with his hand resting on her hip bone. I wondered if he fucked her whenever he wanted. Jealousy reared its ugly head, and I had no idea why. James wasn’t mine, and I had no right to him. Yet young, Miss Masochist obviously had some claim to him, and it pissed me off.
“Elise, this is Alice…Alice, this is Elise. She will be the one topping you this evening. It will be in a learning environment, so I may interject at times to point things out,” James introduced us.
“It’s lovely to meet you, Alice,” I said with a smile plastered to my face.
Her smile appeared polite, and she nodded at me.
“Thank you for offering to top me this evening, Mistress Elise,” she said as she tucked a strand of her jet-black hair behind her ear.
She wore a cute matching bra and panty set in pale pink with dark pink piping that I wanted to rip off. Her tits filled her bra perfectly. I guessed that she was a C cup. I wondered if James sucked on those tits whenever he wanted. I hope she enjoyed having them slapped and pinched because this girl w
as already due a lovely punishment session.
Oh, this would be fun.
“Remember, this would be the ideal time for you to ask about hard limits and triggers, Elise,” James suggested.
I knew that. I knew how to play safe and felt somewhat offended that he felt that he needed to tell me something so remedial in front of Alice. I smiled and pushed my embarrassment and annoyance down.
“Thank you, James,” I said to him, though I kept my eyes on Miss Perfect Tits Masochist. “Alice, do you have any hard limits or triggers?” I asked. I glanced at James when I realized that my voice sounded rather mocking and condescending.
“No, Mistress Elise,” Alice replied quickly.
I kept my eyes on James, waiting for his cue. When he motioned for me to continue, I informed Alice that I was interested in a punishment session and to see if that was something she was agreeing to.
“Yes, Mistress Elise. That sounds wonderful,” Alice said gleefully.
This girl just grated on my last nerve. I couldn’t tell if this was her normal personality, or if she was playing it up just to see what I would do with it. Either way, I wasn’t going to tolerate her lip.
“What is your safe word?” I asked her.
“Let’s just use ‘red’ please,” Alice offered.
I repeated her chosen word as I stood.
“Let’s go. Follow me,” I instructed and walked with purpose to the room that James had told me he reserved for our session.
Behind me, I could hear her bare feet skipping along. Was she a brat too? I remember some of those prancing around the club that Jacob and I used to attend. Jacob hadn’t cared for that personality at all. I hadn’t been bothered by it then…however, now, I couldn’t stand it. It was as though Jacob’s likes or dislikes were now embedded in me.