by Red Phoenix
She just stares at me.
When she remains silent, I ask, “Have I offended you?”
Samantha leans back in her chair, uncrossing her arms. She purses her lips, thinking for a moment before replying. “What would that even look like?”
“I was planning to show you by example. I’d demonstrate with a submissive and you could then practice what you’ve learned.”
She crinkles her brow. “Where would you find a willing submissive?”
“I’ve already spoken to someone who says she’s willing.”
“She?”
“Yes. Is that an issue for you?”
Samantha’s lips slowly curl upward. “No. Not at all, actually.”
“Are we a go, then?” I ask, surprised by the unexpected turn of events.
“Davis, do you really feel qualified to teach me?”
“No, but I promise whatever I learn, I’ll pass on to you. There may even come a point when you are teaching me.”
Samantha nods, now noticeably more relaxed. “I like your honest answer. I’ve seen far too many Doms have a cocky attitude which makes me want to slap those irritating smirks clean off their faces.”
I chuckle to myself, thinking of Durov. If these two ever meet, there would definitely be fireworks—and it wouldn’t be pretty.
Femme Fatale
I’m not exactly sure how I’m going to swing my college courses while practicing BDSM and teaching Samantha on the side, but I am exhilarated by the challenge.
As much as I enjoy my scenes at the dungeon, what motivates me is knowing that every experience, tool, or technique I learn will be passed on to my subs, as well as Samantha. It stirs something profound in my soul.
The act of instructing is an aphrodisiac in itself.
I am riding high, a feeling I never thought I would know again, as I put in the extra hours needed to keep up with my studies.
“I have to say, buddy, you’ve been burning the midnight oil for weeks now. I’m getting a little concerned for you.”
“Don’t be. I’ve finally found my balance.”
“What? Working yourself to death?” Anderson asks with concern. “You really need to take time out for yourself.”
“Playing at the dungeon is my time.”
“But you told me you’re adding a student to the mix, so I’m legitimately worried about you, man.”
“Don’t be. That’s what I’m looking forward to the most. The idea of teaching someone else seems to invigorate me in a way not even my college classes can.”
Anderson strides over, putting his arm around me. “Then it sounds like I’m getting closer to winning our bet.”
“You may be…” I concede. “Hey, did you ever finish that chemistry paper you were talking about?”
He chuckles. “Ah, hell. I done clean forgot about it. Guess I better burn the midnight oil with you tonight.”
Anderson doesn’t see how easily I’ve led him into my web. Before this semester ends, I will make a serious scholar of him yet…
I rent a hotel for my first session with Samantha. It seems humorous, renting a room as if I’m having an illicit affair, but I need a private place to instruct Samantha, and a dorm room won’t do.
I plan to keep this first session very basic, focusing on the dynamic of Dominance and submission. I firmly believe the mental aspect of the power exchange is the real allure of BDSM.
While Samantha insists on meeting me there, glee is grateful when I offer to pick her up. When I arrive at glee’s apartment, I get out of the taxi to open the door for her.
Glee looks at me shyly. “You don’t have to do that for me, Sir.”
“Yes, I do,” I correct her. “You are doing me a considerable favor tonight.”
She smiles up at me. “But it is my pleasure, Sir.”
Once we’re on the road, I notice glee seems to be anxious and ask in a low voice so the cabbie can’t hear, “Are you nervous about tonight?”
“No, not really.”
“A little?” I press.
She gives me a half-smile. “I’ve never been in a situation like this. I’ve scened with two Doms before, and I’ve had both Doms and Dommes, but to be part of a lesson? It holds so much more gravity.”
I brush my hand against her cheek. I can appreciate that she feels as invested as I do. “The only thing I ask of you is that you respond naturally, and remain completely open and honest.”
She blushes. “Even if I have to say something critical?” Glee rolls her eyes upward, shaking her head. “The thought of critiquing a Dominant, even a newbie, freaks me out.”
I look at her, admiring her even more for her kind heart. “This is not a typical situation. We are here to instruct. Therefore, your critiques are vital.”
She nods but still looks unsure of herself.
“Glee, the only thing required of you is your honesty. I want you to understand the profound value of it.”
She looks into my eyes and smiles. “Thank you, Sir.”
I kiss her on the forehead. “I appreciate you for joining me in this new venture.”
I hide my anxiety as I check us in under false names, not wanting anyone to know who we are. I let the desk clerk know I have another person joining us and, being in LA, the woman doesn’t even bat an eye.
“What does she look like?” she asks.
“Tall woman. Long, blonde hair.”
“I believe she’s already stopped by the desk. She mentioned she would be waiting at the entrance.”
I’m surprised I didn’t see her, but thank the clerk before I go in search of Samantha. I order glee to remain at the check-in desk while I locate Samantha.
Returning to the entrance, I still don’t see her. It isn’t until I scan the lobby that I catch her coming out of the restroom. I can tell by the way she keeps touching her lips to check her lipstick that she’s nervous. Her eyes dart around the lobby apprehensively, but as soon as she sees me, she straightens her back and lifts her chin, walking over with practiced confidence.
I’m actually relieved to know she is feeling nervous, as well. It’s a natural response to anything unknown but, as a Dominant, it is important to exude inner confidence.
The trick, however, lies in not letting that confidence interfere when a scene isn’t working.
I recently heard a story about a Dominant new to bondage who honored the wishes of a submissive he was pursuing. She wanted to be suspended with rope. He had no business granting her request, having only witnessed suspension bondage before, but he agreed anyway, hoping to win her devotion. Unfamiliar with human anatomy, he unknowingly cut off the blood supply to several parts of her body with poor rope placement and ended up causing permanent nerve damage.
He admitted to another Dom afterward that his overconfidence got the best of him. Even though he felt uneasy several times during the scene, he ignored it because he wanted to impress her.
His need to impress ended up crippling her for life.
Several Doms at the dungeon have shared with me that even if they’ve performed a scene a hundred times, there’s always one where things go wrong. However, an experienced Dom will end the scene and face the sub’s disappointment.
I’ve personally vowed to be as honest with myself as I expect my subs to be. If something isn’t working, I will end it rather than risk the safety of my sub or myself.
Of course, that is not going to be an issue with this first lesson. However, moving forward, I believe it’s an important topic to address with Samantha. I will not train someone who refuses to put safety before ego.
When Samantha reaches me, she smiles and says coolly, “Davis.”
“Are you ready for your first lesson, Samantha?”
She glances around, and then eyes me with suspicion. “Where’s the sub?”
I chuckle, knowing she still harbors fears that I have an ulterior motive.
“Glee is over there,” I answer, pointing to her. “Let me introduce you.”
; When glee sees us approaching, she bows her head slightly so as not to attract the attention of others.
“Glee, it’s my pleasure to introduce Ms. Clark to you.”
“It’s an honor,” she replies, giving Samantha another small bow of respect.
Samantha looks her over and smiles. “I see that Davis has extremely good taste in submissives.”
Glee glances up at her briefly, her cheeks coloring before looking back down at the floor. I can already see there’s chemistry between them, which will make this evening go that much more smoothly. While chemistry with a sub is not essential to a scene, it definitely adds to the enjoyment of it for all parties involved.
As we head up in the elevator, the three of us are silent as we each contemplate what’s about to happen. The minute I step into the hotel room, I stop being Samantha’s friend and take on the role as her instructor.
“Glee has graciously volunteered her time tonight to help me demonstrate the concepts I will be covering. I feel seeing firsthand what is being taught, then by applying what you’ve learned, it will help cement the concepts for you.”
That’s my plan, at least…
Samantha nods. “I see the value in that.”
I explain to her that my focus for tonight’s lesson is on the power exchange itself, then proceed to share what I have learned and experienced thus far. It’s not just for her benefit, but for glee’s, as well. I want both women to feel comfortable with where the night’s curriculum is headed.
“Now that I’ve covered the basics of the power exchange, let me demonstrate how that plays out at the beginning of a scene.”
I turn to face glee, telling Samantha. “I want her to undress, but there are several ways I can accomplish this, and each one will invoke a distinctive response from your sub. Observe…”
Addressing glee, I explain to her, “I’m going to give you a command, but I don’t want you to follow through with the action. I only need you to tell me how it makes you feel after you hear it.”
“Yes, Sir,” glee replies, swallowing nervously.
She has done countless scenes with extremely demanding Doms, but it’s her feeling of responsibility toward Samantha that has her concerned and anxious—and I cherish glee all the more for it.
“Glee, please undress for me.”
She looks at me questioningly.
“How did that make you feel?”
She blushes when she answers. “It makes me feel like you’re not very confident. That wasn’t a command. It was a request.”
“Exactly.”
I bark out the next command. “Strip, now!”
“That’s very commanding, Sir. It lets me know we’re heading straight into the scene.”
I move over to her, fisting her hair and kissing her roughly before growling in her ear, “Bare yourself to me.”
She purrs softly. “Sexy and commanding…”
Changing tactics, I scowl at her. “Strip, bitch, like the whore you are.”
“Oh, I know I’m going to experience a humiliation scene with that command.” She smiles at Samantha. “And, I happen to enjoy those, so that’s hot for me.”
Moving in closer to glee, I command huskily, “Look at me while you undress.”
“That’s intimate, Sir,” she says breathlessly. “Makes me feel vulnerable…in a good way.”
I turn back to Samantha. “It’s important to be conscious of your words and the tone of your voice. I believe every word spoken during a scene should reflect the emotion you want your submissive to experience.”
Samantha nods, her lips curling into a smile of understanding.
“Now, imagine if simple words can have that kind of effect on your sub, how important every look, every touch—even a simple pause—can be? I’m a firm believer that before you dominate the body, you must first dominate the mind.”
I’m encouraged by the excitement and understanding I see in Samantha’s eyes. “Any questions?”
“No, please go on,” she insists.
It’s as if Samantha is a sponge, soaking up everything I tell her—and I find it almost as exhilarating as performing BDSM itself.
“Obviously, it’s important to have a conversation with the submissive beforehand, unless you already have a well-established history together. In this case, I know two things about glee that I will share with you. She is a masochist and she enjoys having marks.”
I turn toward glee and she smiles up at me. “Yes. I do, Sir.”
“Asking permission to leave marks is a must,” I inform Samantha. “Consent is key.”
Turning back to glee, I ask, “Do I have permission to leave marks on you tonight?”
“You do, Sir.”
I explain to Samantha, “As I stated earlier, the lesson tonight focuses on the power exchange, so we will be utilizing a very simple technique this evening.”
I turn back to glee. “I want to bite you. It may be on the neck, your shoulders, the fleshy part of your chest, or even your ass. Are you agreeable?”
Her eyes widen in excitement. “Yes, please!”
I look back to Samantha. “By asking, I have accomplished two things. I now have her consent and I have glee anticipating what I am about to do, but not knowing exactly where I plan to bite her.”
“You are a canny one, Davis,” Samantha states with admiration.
I correct her on my name, letting her know I prefer to be called Sir Davis when we work together like this.
She raises her eyebrows. “Okay…Sir Davis.”
“And how would you like to be addressed?”
Samantha looks at glee and a slow smile plays on her lips. “You may call me Ms. Clark, Sir Davis. But you,” she tells glee, “will call me Mistress.”
Glee bows her head. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that coming from her lips,” Samantha tells me. If it wasn’t obvious before, it is now—she was made to play the role of a Dominant.
“As with anything you do to your sub, you should understand how to bite safely to leave marks. It’s important to know the safe areas to bite and the right pressure to apply to get the desired mark. The aim is not to break the skin, but to bruise it. The level of bruising is up to you, once you’ve perfected the technique. For the greatest impact on your sub, you’ll want to find the bite.”
“Find the bite?” Samantha asks.
I look at glee and smile as I answer.
“You want to explore her body with your mouth. Start with kissing, then slowly up the pressure of your teeth on her skin with light nibbles. When she gives you a response by either moaning or leaning into your mouth, you know you have located a good spot to bite deeper. Sink your teeth in and slowly up the intensity as you let your sub get used to it. If they start pulling away, that’s your cue to back off a bit.”
I turn to glee and find her looking at me lustfully. Apparently, the thought of my biting her has the little sub excited.
With my gaze still on glee, I tell Samantha, “For simplicity’s sake, I will concentrate on her throat for this demonstration.”
I turn glee’s head to the side and lower my mouth to her neck. The instant my lips touch her skin, I feel her tremble slightly. Her instinctual reaction is a turn-on for me.
I move in and start lightly kissing the area I want to mark. I build up the sensual tension as I nibble on that tender area of her throat.
Her subtle sounds of pleasure let me know I have a perfect location. Like a lion, I take possession of her as I start biting her throat harder.
I feel glee tense up while her moaning grows louder. There is a heightened feeling of power as I continue to increase the pressure and feel her move into the bite. Grasping her neck, I bite even harder, knowing my teeth are bruising her skin.
Her passionate sighs of pleasure are erotic, adding to the intimacy of my simple embrace. When I pull away, I look down with satisfaction at the teeth marks I’ve left behind.
“Oh, Sir…” she whispers, enco
uraging me to continue.
As much as I want to, this demonstration is not for me, so I turn to Samantha. “Are you ready to play out a short scene with glee utilizing what you’ve learned tonight?”
“Could I have a few minutes to play it out in my mind before I start?”
“Of course. I expect you to plan out the scene mentally to accomplish the goal you wish to achieve.”
Samantha stands up and begins pacing the room as she works out what she wants to do with glee.
I notice glee watching Samantha intently. I’m curious how this scene will play out between them. To make sure my libido doesn’t get the better of me while I observe them, I remind myself of my role here.
When Samantha turns and states that she’s ready, I notice the change in her. Instead of an interested student, I see a woman ready to take charge.
I sit down to observe, determined not to interfere unless I’m needed. I want Samantha to own this scene.
She walks over to glee and commands, “Bow to me.”
Glee immediately kneels on the floor.
“As I said before, you will address me as Mistress.”
Keeping her head down, glee answers, “Yes, Mistress.”
“I want you to take all your clothes off and turn around slowly several times so I can admire your naked body.”
I smile to myself, appreciating the initial tone she has set for the scene.
Glee stands up and quickly undresses, setting her clothes to the side. As ordered, glee begins spinning slowly for Samantha, who looks on her lustfully.
When glee stops after several turns, Samantha tells her, “Keep spinning. I’m deciding where to bite you.”
Glee’s face lights up as she slowly turns again for Samantha.
“Stop,” she orders when glee is facing away from her. Samantha grazes her skin with her long fingernails. Taking heed of my instruction, Samantha does not rush as she runs her hands over glee’s body.
After exploring her through touch, Samantha orders glee to lie down on the bed in order to build up the anticipation.