I nodded. I’d figured as much. “Tell me this. Are you gonna be lenient on her?”
His eyes hardened. “Not at all. She’s getting what she wanted, and I won’t say I’m not glad it happened this way. I was having a hard time watching her with Chaos and he’s a big fucking teddy bear. However, I need to know she’s willing to see this through.” His eyes fell to the floor. “I honestly don’t know what I’ll do if she doesn’t.”
I didn’t bother to tell him she would, but I knew.
After all, my heart was involved, and the damn thing seemed to be fine-tuned to these two.
For the first time in my life, I knew exactly what I wanted and I damn sure wasn’t going to let anyone or anything get in the way of that.
FIFTEEN
EDGE
Saturday, November 10, 2018
BEING IN CONTROL WAS INGRAINED IN ME. A natural response. And when I felt as though I was backed into a corner, I relied on it to keep me sane.
Since Jamie insisted on pushing my buttons, I figured now was the time to show her exactly who was boss.
“As you might’ve noticed,” I told the group watching me intently, “there are some additions to our class. This is due to a significant change I’ve decided to make.” I peered over at Jamie, held out my hand. “Come here, sweetness.”
The only sign of hesitation was the way her eyes slightly widened seconds before she stepped forward.
“Kneel,” I instructed, pointing toward the floor beside me.
“Yes, Master Edge.”
Before she could go to her knees, I stopped her, tilted her chin up to look at me. “Who am I?”
She swallowed, another twinge of trepidation in her gaze. This wasn’t the sort of fear that had a human running for their life though. It was the kind that kicked the endorphins into high gear and made the blood heat.
“Professor,” she said softly.
“That’s correct. I better not hear you refer to me any other way.”
“Yes, Professor.”
“Kneel.”
Jamie gracefully lowered herself to her knees, hands on her thighs, chest forward, head tilted down. The pose was perfect. Just as she was.
“In case it’s not obvious, I’m laying claim to a submissive right here, right now.” I kept my hand on her head. “I’ve never done this before.” I peered down at her. “And I don’t intend to do it again.”
Wow. Quite the revelation, yeah?
Ignoring the voice, I continued, “So, I’ll make this very clear to everyone in this room. Miss Lautner belongs to me and Cav. While we believe this class is important for her, we’re unable to sit back and watch her interact with other Dominants. Therefore, she’ll remain in our care for the duration of this training session.” I scanned the faces, the line of Masters who had positioned themselves along one wall and the row of submissives currently in the middle of the room. “Because of this, I’ve made a significant change to this class. The Masters have paired up and they’ll remain that way throughout.” I grinned. “That should be interesting.”
A couple of Doms chuckled.
“Before we proceed, I’d like to have the Doms introduce themselves.”
Mistress Jane took a single step forward. “You can refer to me as Mistress Jane. I have yet to take on a submissive of my own, but that doesn’t mean I’m not in search of one. I won’t pull any punches with you, so during your time with me, I suggest you be on your best behavior.”
“Talon?” I nodded toward the giant of a man. He made me look like a small man. He clocked in at the same height of Zeke. Enormous.
“You may refer to me as Talon.” His voice was eerily dark, a rough growl lacing every word. He smirked. “When I allow you to speak, that is. You will not, under any circumstance, refer to me as Master. I am not, nor will I be, your Master. However, I’m more than happy to show you what it’s like to belong to one.”
One of the submissives sighed dreamily and I fought the urge to smile.
I motioned for Nash.
“My name’s Kason Nash. You may call me Master Nash. If you use my first name, I will not respond to you,” Nash stated firmly. “And it’s best you know, I like to hear you beg.”
Ian and Isaac were next. “To avoid confusion, my brother and I will be teaming up together. Considering that’s how we work anyway, it won’t be a problem. You may refer to us as Master Ian”—he placed his thumb on his chest—“and my brother is Master Isaac.” They stepped back with mirroring grins on their faces.
Timothy came forward, cleared his throat. “Those who’ve been at the club for some time know who I am. They call me Master Chaos. I’ll allow you to figure out why. By the end of the class, I believe you’ll all be familiar with the reason.”
Cameron gracefully stepped forward, smiled deviously. “You may refer to me as Mistress Cameron. I am a Sadist. I tolerate very little and I enjoy dishing out pain for minor infractions. Beware of that.”
Ransom chuckled. “Call me Master Bishop. Like Mistress Cameron, I’m also a Sadist. Training you is going to provide endless enjoyment for me.” He grinned. “I can’t say the same for you.”
“For your sake,” I interjected, speaking to the submissives, “I have not paired up the Sadists. I figure one is more than enough.”
The final two stepped forward and I had to admit, the two Mistresses together were quite the pair.
“My name is Ximena Naquin. You may call me Mistress X. I’m rather honored to be a trainer and I’m looking forward to my time with each of you.”
“They saved the best for last,” Mistress D said when she smiled. “My name is Demetria Nevrakis, but you may call me Mistress D. I, too, am a Sadist. And I have a penchant for sweet young women. You’ve been warned.”
When Mistress D stepped back, I took the floor once more. “I’d suggest you thank your Masters often for their participation, because if it weren’t for them, you wouldn’t be here.” I poked a thumb behind me. “Our panel. We have Master Harris as well as Master Landon Moore and his twin, Master Langston Moore. These Masters have submissives of their own, therefore they won’t be participating in our sessions. They will, however, be keeping a close eye on the class.” I nodded toward the submissives. “We also have one new student, Everly Hughes.”
I began to pace in front of the class.
“For the next four weeks, you’ll be experiencing something not many get the opportunity to experience. A chance to get time with each of our trainers, to learn about them as well as about yourselves. I suggest you be on your best behavior. You’re here because you asked to be here. Remember that. Since we’ve already lost some time, let’s lay out the alignments so we can get this show on the road.” I motioned toward Cav.
He proceeded to call out the pairings. When he was finished, he took a step back.
I paced the room. “As I mentioned before, this week is now shortened due to the changes. I apologize for that. But don’t worry, you’ll have more time with this pair of trainers in week four because you’ll end the course with them. Masters, please take a moment to give your submissive any requirements you have and then I’ll lay out the plans for the coming weeks.”
As they began to chat amongst themselves, I turned to Cav and Jamie.
“Please stand, sweetness.”
With a hand, I helped Jamie to her feet. She stood, hands behind her back, chest thrust forward.
I walked around her, stopped at her back, leaned in close to her ear. “I’ve changed the structure, sweetness. Not only because you asked, but also because that’s the way Cav and I prefer it. This isn’t a hardship, so don’t get the wrong impression. But I do want you to know…”
I moved to stand in front of her, tilted her chin up with my hand. “This won’t be a cakewalk for you. It’s the real deal now. And the three of us…” I made sure she held my gaze. “We’re in it for the long haul. Understood?”
“Yes, Professor. I understand.”
I grinned, but it wasn’t
a sweet smile. “We’ll see if that’s your answer once the night’s over.”
With that, I geared up to show this naughty student just who was in charge.
Jamie
ALTHOUGH HE SMILED, I COULD SEE THE deviousness in Edge’s gaze.
I wasn’t worried.
Much.
Okay, fine. I was a little worried. There was no denying I was happy with the change he’d made, but I also knew not to expect this to be easy. I figured this was the easy part. Edge certainly had a plan and I got the feeling I was going to be front and center.
“All right, class,” Edge addressed the room. “When you’re ready, we’ll relocate to the classroom. We’ll spend one day a week in there, and today’s that day.”
When he moved toward the door, I started to follow but was pulled up short when Cav gripped my hair, held tight. A tingle shot down my spine, igniting my lust. What did it say about me that I loved that he did that? There wasn’t much pain, but it was the actual act of him gripping my hair, holding me in place that did it for me in ways I hadn’t expected.
“Hold up, cupcake. I didn’t give you permission to leave yet.”
I turned to face him, keeping my hands behind me. The outfit I wore did little to hide the way my nipples puckered at the gruffly spoken words. I’d found it in my locker when I arrived tonight, and I instantly knew it wasn’t something Master Chaos had selected for me. No, Master Chaos had selected relatively tame outfits. Demure was a good word for them.
This … the black lace demi bra did little more than cup my breasts, a hint of my nipples peeking over the top edge. And the matching lace thong was so thin it wasn’t really there at all. I’d stood in front of the locker room mirror for the longest time before I finally forced my feet to move. I had agreed to this and I’d be damned if I would allow them to intimidate me into backing out now.
Cav held up his hand, showing off what appeared to be a necklace. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was not a necklace, but a collar.
Heat slammed into me.
“While we’re at the club, you’ll be required to wear this at all times.”
Cav took the leather strap and ringed it around my neck. It was cool against my overheated skin.
“While I won’t be using a leash on you, it’s always a possibility.” He slipped his finger through the loop on the front, pulling me toward him. “For now, I expect you to remain close at all times. You are not to walk anywhere without one of us. Understood?”
“Yes, Professor,” I whispered, my voice catching on the emotion churning inside me.
“And you will not leave the building without permission. Agreed?”
“Yes, Professor.”
I knew they’d told me not to rely on the stories I’d read, but I couldn’t help it. I had no frame of reference otherwise, and since collars seemed to be an outward sign of possession for a Dominant, I took it to mean as much for the three of us.
Cav leaned in, pressed his lips to mine. “I’m very fond of this outfit, by the way.”
My breath hitched as he licked his tongue over my bottom lip. I remained as still as possible, wanting to obey his every command.
The backs of his fingers grazed my nipple. “I look forward to seeing you without it, though.”
I swallowed, the sound loud between us.
“And if you’re a really good girl, perhaps I’ll even give you a little something to remember me by.”
When he kissed me this time, it was full on the mouth. His tongue slid past my lips, meeting mine. It took everything in me not to reach for him.
“Now, cupcake, let’s join the class.”
“Yes, Professor.”
He allowed me to walk in front of him. The collar snug around my neck, a constant reminder of who I belonged to. It would take some getting used to, sure, but I wasn’t complaining. Not even a little.
Cav steered me toward another room, one I’d yet to see during my time at the club. It looked like a regular classroom with three rows of tables and chairs. From what I could tell, all of the chairs were filled, leaving no place for me to sit.
“This way, cupcake,” Cav said, his tone firm.
He led me to the front of the room, where Edge stood waiting.
“Kneel,” Edge commanded.
I went to my knees, remembering to keep the lines of my body appealing, my only goal to please these two men. It wasn’t easy to ignore all of the eyes on me, but I forced them out of my mind.
“Thank you, sweetness,” he said before addressing the class. “If you walk away learning nothing else, I expect you to know the most basic, the most important aspect of BDSM.”
Edge began to pace across the room as he spoke. “Have you heard the terms safe, sane, and consent? Yes? No? Maybe?” He chuckled, then sobered. “Well, listen carefully. Those are the three basic rules of BDSM. Safe, meaning to do things in the safest way possible, knowing the risks and adjusting to minimize them. This isn’t merely a rule a submissive will follow. During our Dom training here at the club, this is drilled into our heads. And let me tell you, this class is a leisurely stroll through the park compared to that. A Dominant who undergoes training here at Dichotomy is subjected to every instrument, every toy, every piece of equipment repeatedly in an effort to teach them the safe way to use it. If a Dominant does not understand what it feels like to be whipped, flogged, or sealed in rubber, he has absolutely no right to perform this on his submissive. It is imperative that we keep our submissives safe at all times. And it’s your responsibility to recognize when something appears unsafe to you.
“Sane is exactly as it sounds. While this may seem like a fantasy world to you, it’s very real. The equipment out there on the floor … those aren’t toys as we often refer to them. The role-playing you engage in, while it may seem otherworldly at times, it’s very real. Being restrained, chained up, strapped down, suspended in the air, it’s not make-believe. Ensure that you are grounded in the real world before engaging in any sort of play. The same applies to your Dominant.
“As for consent…” Edge stepped closer to me, placed his hand on my head. “That is your right. You choose whether to participate and how you participate. This goes for those who choose to give up all consent during a scene or in the lifestyle. No one has the right to choose this for you. It’s up to you to decide if you will participate. If you aren’t making the choice yourself, it’s abuse.”
I drifted on the sound of his voice, my mind absorbing every single word. While some of the blogs I’d previously read said there was no such thing as submissive training, I had to disagree. The information Edge was bestowing on us was important.
“While each of these Dominants has their own requirements, rituals, protocols, and such, these are the basic rules. Do not assume because someone refers to themselves as a Dominant that they are trustworthy, that they deserve your submission. Any man or woman can dominate you. That isn’t necessarily a good thing. Without consent, it’s abuse. Without trust between the two of you, it’s simply ignorance.
“During this class, you’ll get to experience the tools and the toys, to feel what it’s like to be spanked with a crop, tied up, strapped down, stimulated with a violet wand, but know this.” He stopped moving. “Just because a Dominant can yield a whip does not mean he knows how to handle it, that he won’t cause you significant harm. The same goes for any of the toys you play with. You should know what to expect and know your limits. Communication is key between a Dominant and their submissive. You cannot wall yourself off and not share your thoughts with your Dom. And vice versa. That’s a disservice to you and to them. Talk to them. Before a scene, after a scene, and any other time you have questions, comments, or concerns.”
I got the sneaking suspicion Edge was talking about me. I’d clearly run from our issues, hidden from them, refused to talk. Looking back on it now, I understood his side of things. He had no idea what I wanted or needed because I hadn’t shared that with him.
I could hear
the sincerity in Edge’s tone, knew that this was the most important part of his training class.
For the first time, I did not think about my dissertation.
Not even once.
CAV
“NOT ALL DOMINANTS ARE LOOKING FOR A possession,” I said, when Edge deferred to me. “Some are looking for part-time sexual submissives. In the bedroom, in the club, that sort of thing. Others want a full-time submissive, one who will cater to them in whatever manner they’ve chosen. And though you feel you’re submissive, otherwise you wouldn’t be here, this doesn’t mean you’re suited to one or the other. For example, there are Sadists who get off on causing pain, but a responsible Sadist won’t settle for any submissive. Their objective is to identify and connect with a masochist, someone who craves the pain and/or humiliation a Sadist can offer.”
I kept my eyes on each of the students as I spoke, ensuring they were listening.
“Do I think you’ll find the person you’ll spend the rest of your life with in this class?” I moved toward the first row of tables. “Absolutely not. That isn’t the reason these trainers are here. They’re here for your benefit, to help you understand the variety of Dominants we have here at this particular club. Do we do things the same way as other clubs? Absolutely not.”
Edge took control again. “While there are other upstanding clubs out there, you have to be aware of those that are in it for the wrong reasons.”
I stood back, listened as he gave his spiel regarding the various clubs, the abuse that sometimes occurs and so forth. He continued on for several minutes while my attention drifted to Jamie.
So far, she’d held up well. When I first saw her wearing that barely there lingerie, I’d been somewhat surprised she had stepped out of the locker room. I had to remember to give Edge shit about it. The least he could’ve done was give me some sort of warning. The second she’d walked through that training room door, I’d damn near swallowed my tongue.
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