Having decided to go to the second induction event, she had now got cold feet, hence why she was avoiding the other delegates and conference staff.
Sighing heavily, she picked up the induction package she had been given. One of the sheets listed various acronyms including what BDSM actually stood for.
BDSM was invented to join together several different activities.
B&D stands for Bondage and Discipline
D&S stands for Dominance and Submission
S&M stands for Sadomasochism
The last she found particularly disturbing and winced when she read it. What the hell had she got herself into? She groaned trying to remember exactly why she was here, and Ben’s face came unbidden into her thoughts.
She smiled. Yup. That was why she had originally agreed with Ellie’s harebrained scheme.
Sitting back in her chair, she wondered exactly where she going with this after the week was up and ruefully acknowledged to herself that she had absolutely no idea. It’s not as if she could walk up to Ben and say, “Hey I’m a submissive now. Take me. I’m yours.” She giggled at the image, as if a submissive would do something like that anyway.
* * * *
The man standing in the doorway leaning against the doorframe watched Kat closely. She didn’t seem to have noticed him as she read her paperwork.
When he had seen her at the reception as she arrived, he had done a double take. Part of him wasn’t sure it was actually her here at this event. The other half of him knew it had to be, her looks were so distinctive.
He’d seen her previously on a few occasions, the last being Jon’s wedding. In fact, the first time he saw her he was instantly attracted to her and had to move away quickly to hide his erection—who wouldn’t be? She was stunning. Her face was beautiful beyond compare, and she had gorgeous red locks that tumbled down to her waist, sparkling blue eyes, and legs that went on forever, unlike her tiny sister’s.
As for her figure, he groaned—she was Venus de Milo reincarnated.
Ben remembered having been a little rude to her, but it was the only way he could avoid bending her over a table and making love to her in front of everyone.
But then his instincts had softened his rampant libido when he saw how forthright she was as she instructed the wedding party as to their respective duties. She probably had to be in her profession as an office manager. However, he liked his women docile, who did what he told them, who were preferably at home when he arrived in the evening and not working late to finish a project.
Deciding to make his presence known as they would probably bump into each other this week, he suddenly called out, “What’s the laughter for?”
As she twisted around, he saw Kat nearly fall out of her seat when she saw him standing there. Her jaw dropped, and his question went unanswered.
He walked slowly forward and perched on the arm of a nearby sofa about ten feet away. That was as close as he was prepared to get to her. Already he could feel his cock hardening in response to her presence. “It’s Kat, isn’t it? Rebecca’s sister.”
She nodded. That seemed about all she could do as she appeared so flummoxed. He raised an eyebrow at her lack of articulation.
“So if I ask you another question, am I going to get an answer out of you or just a nod?” He chuckled as she nodded but still didn’t speak. “What exactly are you doing here?”
After clearing her throat, she finally answered him, her voice somewhat husky, “I’m reading a program.”
He grinned. She had clearly misunderstood his question. “No, I meant here in the hotel.”
“I’m here for a training event.” He watched as the realization hit her that he was probably at the same training event. Her expression of dismay was a picture, and a gasp left her, her hand coming up to her mouth as if to take it back. She then went pale as she became conscious of the implications, and freckles he hadn’t noticed before stood out on her cheeks. The implication being that they may be attending the same sessions. Sessions on BDSM.
“Okay then why are you in this room by yourself and not at the induction event or attending a session with the others?”
“Oh!” He saw her swallow convulsively.
He didn’t remember her being this tongue-tied in the past, and that bemused him. “Yes, oh. I have to say I’m rather surprised to see you here. I didn’t get the impression when we met before at Jon and Rebecca’s that you were into this lifestyle.”
“I am, I think.” She ducked her head as she spoke, not looking at him. She appeared embarrassed. “I saw a leaflet advertising this event and thought I’d come to see what it’s all about and why my sister is into it.”
That got his back up, and he practically shouted at her, “I hate to contradict you, but Rebecca is not into it. She mildly flirts with it, that’s all.” He grimaced at himself. He hadn’t meant to be that brusque, but it was something that annoyed him.
As he said this, she jumped, finally looking up at him, her surprise evident on her face. She then frowned as she framed her next question, “Is the girl I saw you with at the wedding here? I’m sorry I’ve forgotten her name.”
It was his turn to frown at the change of topic. “Laurette. No, she’s not here. This event is intended for beginners, and she is beyond that.” He chuckled grimly. “Besides which, we’re not a couple anymore.”
Looking curiously astounded at that, she asked, “Oh. I was under the impression that she was your…uh…submissive?” Her voice rose on the last word as if she was unsure she had correctly understood his relationship with Laurette.
Ben narrowed his eyes trying to analyze her tone of voice and where she was coming from with that question. What does it matter to her if I have a submissive or not? Then he remembered she was a participant at this event and so must have some interest in the lifestyle.
Recalling her question, he replied, “No. She was only on trial, and she didn’t pass.” He said that in a rather depressed tone, as he had had high hopes when he had taken her on.
Kat looked goggle-eyed at that response. “Um, can I ask why?”
“That’s somewhat forward, isn’t it?” He raised an eyebrow at her and saw her bite her lip. Ben continued, “Didn’t you know submissives are not supposed to take the initiative? That is precisely why Laurette failed. I like my subs to be totally into the lifestyle twenty-four seven.” He grimaced to himself rather than at Kat. “She had a habit of going off and doing her own thing, not being there when I needed her. There was a time I used to think Jon liked his women like that, too.”
Visibly bristling before him, Kat sat up straighter. “You don’t like my sister?” she asked coolly. Her voice was suddenly very authoritative and icy, the mother hen protecting her family even if she was the younger sister.
Chuckling, he crossed his arms. He could “do” commanding, too. “Rebecca is very lovely and she and Jon are very much in love, but I have to admit to being somewhat disgusted at how easily she has prized him away from a lifestyle he was fully committed to, or at least, I thought he was.”
He could have sworn her back straightened even more as if she had an iron rod suddenly thrust up her. Her hands were tightening on her papers.
“Surely their lifestyle is just as valid as anyone else’s. If it works for them, why dismiss it?” It was her turn to nearly shout back at him.
Getting annoyed with their conversation now, he felt his face tighten in anger at her response. “You clearly don’t know that arguing with a Dom is unacceptable. That is if you want to become a submissive, although I seriously doubt you do.”
She jumped at this.
He frowned pondering her reaction. Was it from my tone of voice, or does she have her own doubts? “And to refer back to my previous question, why are you here and not with the other women?”
Flushing at his abrupt return to this question, she admitted, “Um, I’m finding it a bit overwhelming to be honest.” All the fight seemed to have gone out of her.
Ben
uncrossed his arms and stood, shaking his head as he did. “If you are overwhelmed by the induction, then this is not for you. I suggest you go home back to your vanilla boyfriends.” He had tempered his tone of voice, but the wince on her face told him that the words still hit her, hard.
He turned away from her and left the room, wondering if that was the last time he would see her. Part of him was sad, and that surprised him, but he wasn’t prepared to consider why he was sad. He just knew she was not right for him. He just had to tell that to his cock.
* * * *
She sat stunned. Her jaw dropped again by his sudden exit.
Go home! How dare he suggest that? He didn’t really know anything about her or why she was here. And in any case, surely this type of event was to try it out and relieve any doubts?
And another thing—how dare he criticize her sister! It was one thing for her to have doubts about what her sister was getting into being married to a Dominant but quite another thing for someone else to do so. She only had her sister’s best interests at heart.
Then she laughed ruefully. Of course her sister might say the same thing about her coming to an event like this without telling her. She and Ellie had kept it secret from their respective sister and brother.
That brought her thoughts back to why exactly she was there in the first place. She bit her lip. It all led to Ben. Glancing in the direction he had gone, she sighed deeply and threw her head into her hands. That meeting had not gone well. In fact, she couldn’t recall any time when she felt good about meeting him, but that didn’t stop her wanting him—desperately.
She realized he was the reason she had let Ellie persuade her to attend this conference, contrary to everything her conscience told her. She knew some of her attraction was lust but another element was the dominance he exuded which called to parts of her she’d never analyzed before. And now he thought she was totally unsuitable for him. Shit! Then she realized with a start that, actually, he might have been kind by trying to put her off. That maybe he didn’t want her to get hurt.
Sitting forward in her chair, she cupped her jaw and deliberated likely courses of action. Well, she’d just have to get her own back by attending the classes, listening hard, and showing him what he was missing. And at the same time seeing if this was a lifestyle she could handle. Yup! That’s the plan.
And with that she gathered up her papers and scurried out of the room.
Chapter Two
After a brief enquiry at reception, Kat quickly caught up with the induction class and slid into the back of the room unobtrusively—or so she had thought. Ben was in the room at the front with the other teachers, and he didn’t hide his glare at her for interrupting his talk. She felt herself going red, and it wasn’t a good color with her hair.
Oh shit. She hadn’t considered the idea that Ben might be one of the trainers.
She groaned in dismay. Of course—this event was for women only. He therefore had to be a trainer or organizer or both. And that meant he would probably criticize her whenever he got the chance. Damn, damn, damn. Her well-laid plans were beginning to go up in smoke.
Aware that he was about to start again, she quickly glanced at the handout on the chair. The session was entitled Induction - The Dom’s responsibilities and expectations.
“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, we expect obedience and respect from our subs. As will any Dom. Would anyone in the room like to tell me why obedience is important?”
Ben looked in her direction, but she kept her mouth shut in case she got it wrong.
A woman near the front eagerly put her hand up. At Ben’s nod, she answered, “For our safety. That is, if we are told to do something and we don’t do it, we may get hurt.”
“Like how, Master?” came a question from a person a few rows in front of Kat.
“It’s Paulene, isn’t it? If you are tied up and blindfolded in readiness for some punishment and told not to move but then shift your body just as your Dom has swung at you, say with a whip, instead of getting it squarely on your buttocks, you may get it on a part of your body that is more sensitive.”
“Oh.”
“Indeed, oh. But also consider another reason for obedience. If you are told to be somewhere when your Dom isn’t with you and you don’t do it, or you delay, there may be people watching knowing you are into this lifestyle and who may take advantage thinking you are ripe for any sort of play. I can see by your faces that I have just scared some of you. With good reason—this can be a dangerous lifestyle, not for the halfhearted.”
He might have said that to expound on the point he was making, but Kat knew he was also getting at her for trying to duck out of the session and not being where she was supposed to be.
Another instructor came to the front, clearing her throat as she looked at Ben, her face showing her slight surprise at the degree of brusqueness in his speech. “Um, what Master Ben has said is very true, but here’s another reason to obey—for your enjoyment.” Her voice took on a note of sensuousness. “Your Master will be experienced and know how far to take you. If you disobey him or her when they say, ‘Don’t come yet,’ you won’t get the full force of your climax.”
Kat raised her eyebrows at this. How can anyone tell us not to come? It was impossible, wasn’t it?
The female trainer continued, “There is an expression ‘Topping from the Bottom.’ The top is the Dom or Master, and the bottom the submissive, naturally. So by taking control of a scene, the sub may not only compromise their safety but certainly their enjoyment.”
Good Lord, thought Kat, fascinated. She was starting to think this week might not be as bad as she had originally thought.
“Okay, to recap. We’ve already said the key motto is to be ‘safe, sane, and consensual.’ We recommend you have no alcohol so that your and your Dom’s wits are not impaired in any way. We also don’t advocate taking part in asphyxia games. We’ve said to trust your Dom. They are the experts and deserve your respect, so call them Master or Mistress, ask permission to speak or to do something, and so on.”
A hand went up from the other side. Kat tilted her head but couldn’t see who it was. “So what will the Dom give us in return, just a good fucking?”
There were a few titters of laughter at that comment.
Someone else from the stage moved forward. “I’d like to answer that.” He had a deep voice. “Consider your Master in the role of parent-substitute or guardian with all the responsibilities that goes with that role. They have to protect you, look out for you, and care for you. The latter may involve making sure any binding isn’t too restrictive or harming you in any way. It may also involve making sure you are hydrated as these sessions can take a lot out of a person. And it may also involve cleaning you afterward.”
“Why would they do that? Surely it is the sub’s role,” a voice piped up. This came from the same argumentative person who had made the sarcastic comment a few moments ago.
“There are many different roles the sub can take. I suspect you are thinking about slave submissives, and we aren’t getting into them at this session as we are talking about the Dom. But I’ll open it to the rest of you. Why would a Dom clean their sub after a scene?”
The eager woman at the front raised her hand again. “Oh, please, Master Gary, can I answer?”
“Very well.”
“You, the sub, might be tied up and unable to clean yourself.”
“Certainly. Any other reasons? No let someone else answer,” Master Gary stated as the eager women put her hand up again only to dejectedly drop it.
“Is this something to do with sub-space?” asked Paulene.
“Ah, sub-space. I can see from your mixed facial reactions you are unsure what this is. Sub-space is a place where a sub can be mentally taken if the Dom is very experienced. I say ‘can be.’ It isn’t always guaranteed. Sub-space is a bit like being drugged and on a different plane, I’ve been told, and as such, if you are out of it like that, you won’t consi
der your own caring. But how about the simple reason that it is something that the Dom does. We choose to be a Dom because we want to care and protect.”
“But what happens if the Dom gets carried away?” The unseen woman was still arguing.
“Then you will use your safe word that we discussed earlier.”
Damn, this must have been raised when I was out of the room and could be useful.
“To reiterate what we said at the start,” the speaker continued. Thank God! Kat cried to herself, pleased to catch up on what she had missed earlier when she had been dithering about attending. “You must choose a safe word that you would not normally say in conversation, like Mickey Mouse, but only use that safe word when you are truly unhappy, and your Master will know to stop instantly. If you use it indiscriminately, your Master will not know if you are just fooling around or truly scared.”
The female trainer from earlier stepped forward again. “Now we are going to undertake an exercise. Can you all move your chairs back against the wall so we have some clear space in the front?”
This took a few moments, during which time Kat looked around at those in the room, bemused as to what might be happening next. So far it was proving to be intriguing. She was glad Ben had taunted her into staying, even if that hadn’t been his intention.
Master Gary called their attention back to him. “If you are already interested in taking this further, you might have given some thought as to what Dom you will end up with, possibly eyeing up some likely person already. But the short, old, dumpy Dom might be the person who is interested in you.”
“Oh God, I don’t want someone like that. I couldn’t possibly have them touch me.” The unseen person started arguing again, and Kat could see her more clearly now. She didn’t look to Kat like a submissive-type person, but then was there a generic type?
The trainer clearly had the same thought. “That is not a very submissive attitude. If that is your view, then maybe this isn’t the best lifestyle for you.” The woman blanched at this stern reply to her comment.
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