by Cole Denton
“To have someone in my care and under my protection, for me, is a blend of mentoring and some ‘Daddy Doming.’ I help guide bottoms and help them to understand their needs and desires. Once they realize what those needs are, I help them to make healthy decisions for what they desire. When they want to negotiate a session, I am involved with that. I help them make sure they are asking a Top the right questions and that they take into consideration their own well-being.”
“That makes perfect sense,” I replied.
I could see how this would be a great way for a new bottom or sub to find a safe play partner. I thought back to when I was brand new and learning everything from Jacob.
“It’s a good way to make sure they stay safe and unharmed. Many new faces don’t know or understand themselves or their needs completely, so it makes it difficult for them to find a good partner for their needs. I try to help them discover themselves while giving them a safe environment to do so.”
“That is really a great idea. So, you have three that you’re caring for?”
“Yes, at the moment three. Brandon is my newest. Right now, he needs the most attention from me. My other two have been with me for a while. They know what to ask, and for the most part, they can articulate what they need and want out of a session. Brandon,” James began and closed his eyes, shaking his head. “Brandon is nowhere near that yet. He will get there, though.”
“He seemed very respectful,” I commented.
“He is, yes. But he is a danger to himself right now. You may have noticed the red necklace. That is an indicator to any Top or Dom in the club that no one is to approach him to negotiate a session without me present.”
Though I was curious and would sit here and listen to this man talk all day long if he wanted, I felt that anything further regarding Brandon was private and between the two of them. James shifted our conversation away from Brandon and to my reason for being there.
“I know we touched on some details over the phone, and we can approach this a few different ways. We could either arrange a session with a bottom, and you orchestrate it on your own while I observe. Or we can arrange a guided session with a bottom where I will actively be involved.”
“What would the details be for the option of you actively involved?”
“I would openly provide suggestions as you go along. It could be giving you a pointer about body position, or why an action is good, or not so good. Some find this very helpful, while others find it to be intrusive.”
“I think it would be very helpful to me for you to be actively involved in the session. Since I have only been a submissive, there might be things that my mind isn’t trained to think about. So, having an experienced Top right there will be helpful for me.”
“Very well. That won’t be a problem. Just to elaborate a little on the fact that you have spent a fair amount of time as a submissive, that is a very good thing,” James said. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his legs closest to his knees.
“It is?” I asked. My eyes were drawn to the bulge pressing against his pants between his parted legs.
“Yes, you already know how a submissive, or a bottom, might think in a particular situation. In the back of your mind, you will be aware and cognizant of that. Not all Tops have that knowledge. Some do, but not all.”
“Do you?”
A broad smile spread across his face.
“Oh, yes. I do. It is one of my greatest tools as a Top. Before I begin a session, I know how I want it to go and what I seek for the end result. I know how to manipulate the bottom to arrive at the desired destination. Visualizing the scene before you step into a room is invaluable.”
I nodded along with him and gave his words serious thought. He was absolutely right. I wondered if Jacob had been like that.
“Aside from the well-being of your subject, you must always remember that every action has a reaction. While you can’t always predict what a bottom’s reaction will be, you must always have in your head the idea of how you think they will react.”
“Every action has a reaction,” I repeated and thought more about it. This man was very experienced; how did he not have a submissive of his own?
“One thing that I wanted to discuss with you was from our phone conversation; you mentioned you were a masochist.” James paused for a moment and then said, “You need to receive physical pain.”
“That’s right, though, it’s been seven months. I don’t know if I still feel the same about it.”
James rubbed his jaw with his thumb and index finger as he thought about what I had said. I honestly didn’t think that I would be able to accept pain from anyone other than Jacob.
“You mentioned that in private, you often acted as a Top and reprimanded with a crop. I’m curious, and if you don’t mind my asking, do you recall becoming aroused when you delivered the punishment?”
Though I was slightly embarrassed, I admitted to being aroused when I struck the pillow sub. In fact, I felt a little embarrassed talking to this man about strutting around my bedroom and swatting a pillow. But I was sure that it was all useful information for James. When I admitted to being turned on immensely while dominating a pillow, he nodded and smiled.
“I think you will find fulfillment with topping, Elise.”
3
Andrew
The week had been long and emotionally heavy. It had been the tenth anniversary of my brothers’ deaths, and the tenth anniversary of my mother’s death was right around the corner. As usual, my dad drank himself into a depression this time each year. I had spent nearly every night this week at his place trying to keep him occupied.
With the stress that this time of year brought each year since their deaths, I had been looking forward to tonight all week long. Tonight I was going to the club and hoping to negotiate a heavy session. I needed to feel some physical pain to relieve my emotional pain.
As soon as I got off work, I drove home, took a quick shower, trimmed and shaved, and headed to the club. I dressed in my jeans and a button-up shirt, tossed my club wear into my messenger bag, and headed to the club.
Once at the club, I went straight to the men’s locker room and went to my locker. When I opened it, I hesitated when I saw an envelope sitting on the top shelf propped up against my bottle of shower gel. I pulled down the envelope and opened it. Inside was a greeting card.
Andrew,
I know this week is a rough one for you. When you need to vent, you know how to find me.
James
I read it over again a few more times before tucking the card into my messenger bag. James had always been kind to me and was a true friend. I stripped out of my clothes and put them in my locker. From my messenger bag, I retrieved my black jockstrap with the leather pouch and pulled it on. In my bare feet and wearing only my jockstrap, I headed out to the lobby. As I was coming out of the locker room, I saw James coming down the hall towards it.
“Hi James,” I greeted and waved as I walked down the hall.
“Andrew, it’s good to see you,” James said as we stood in front of one another. “I’ve been thinking of you this week.”
“I know, I just got your card. Thank you.”
“How are you doing? Did you see your father?”
“Yeah,” I sighed and looked away for a moment. “He’s depressed, obviously.”
James knew all about my family and the loss.
“I figured as much about your father, but, how are you?”
“I’m okay,” I replied. I felt I needed to say more and point out the obvious to him. “It’s been ten years now.” I paused and took a slow deep breath to calm my nerves. “So, what do you have going on tonight?” I asked and shifted the conversation away from me.
“I have a new Top coming in shortly. I’m going to do a guided session with her and Joshua.” Part of me had hoped that he didn’t have something going on and could give me the session I had needed. “Are you going to negotiate a session tonight?” James came right
out and asked.
“Yes. I have been looking forward to it all week.”
James nodded and folded his arms across his chest.
“You will be mindful of your inner voice, right?”
“Yes,” I answered.
“When it tells you that you’ve had enough and you begin to pull away, what do you do?”
“Say my safe word.”
“Good, Andrew. Negotiate safely. I will be around tonight. If possible, I’d like to see you before you leave the club.”
I wanted to remind him that I was no longer under his care, but I caught myself. James was just a concerned friend, and I couldn’t fault him for that.
“You know how it goes, Andrew. Even when you leave my nest, you don’t leave my heart.”
James grasped my shoulder as he stepped around me and went into the men’s locker room. I took a deep breath and went in search of what I hoped to find.
I found one of the club’s most experienced female Tops, Mistress Rose. Luckily, she had not negotiated a session with anyone yet. With confidence, I successfully negotiated the heavy session that I had needed.
Quite a while later, I felt my legs buckle as I came. I caught myself by gripping the chains that dangled from the bar overhead. I blinked a few times as the black painted bricks of the wall came into focus. As Rose wrapped her arm around my waist to help steady me, I looked down. The elastic top of the jockstrap was pulled down and tucked under my balls. My cock was exposed, and Rose’s hand was bringing me down gently.
“Feel better, Andrew?” she asked.
I rolled my shoulders and could feel the warmth from the pain spread across my upper back. I nodded my response to Rose and let go of the chains that had helped me keep my balance.
“Thank you, Mistress Rose,” I said quietly.
“You are most welcome, Andrew. Now, let’s go sit in the main room for a little bit,” she suggested.
Mistress Rose wrapped her arm around my waist and guided me out of the room and down the hall. As we walked by some occupied rooms, I could faintly hear people in the midst of their sessions. I glanced into the room at the end and saw Joshua on his hands and knees. James was in the room too, but because the new Top was standing between James and Joshua, I couldn’t see her face.
After I sat with Mistress Rose in the main room for a while, before I left, she parted her legs for me and pulled her panties to the side. I knelt on the floor and began to lick between her folds. Eating pussy was one of my favorite things to do in the club. As I licked and sucked on that swollen clit of hers, she dragged her fingernails along my aching back. The additional pain felt incredible and made me lick faster and push my tongue in deeper. She held my head against her pussy as she came.
“As always, you are a delight, Andrew,” Mistress Rose complimented me as I stood and wiped my hand over my mouth and jaw.
“Thank you, Mistress Rose. I enjoyed the flogging session as well,” I said.
I excused myself when it appeared our aftercare time had concluded. I took myself down the hall to the men’s locker room and took a quick shower. I brushed my teeth and got dressed then headed back to the main room. I sat down and hung around for James since he said he wanted to see me before I left.
I waited around for about twenty minutes and then decided to go back down the hallway to watch the session James was guiding the new Top through. Leaning against the wall, I watched James show the woman where to swat a man on his perineum with a crop. I smiled as Joshua grunted and his body jerked.
I could still only see the back of the woman, and damn, she was hot. She wore sexy black stockings with black leather boots, and a black and burgundy corset. She had legs that went on forever, and a set of tight ass cheeks hiding behind those stockings. I found myself getting hard as I watched the woman swat Joshua. I could tell that this wasn’t the first time that the woman had used a crop. Maybe the first time on a man, though. Honestly, I was kind of jealous of Joshua. But he was a bottom under James’ care and protection…just like I had been.
“Come on, Josh. Take those swats,” I said under my breath when I was certain no one would hear me.
Joshua was close in age to me, but he was relatively new. He was a tall hard body that most of the Doms and Tops loved to play with. Joshua came from a good family background, and now he and I were like brothers. When James had taken him under his wing, I was still under that wing. He’d only been exploring for about a year, and it had already been established that he wasn’t a masochist. I’d seen him take on physical pain as part of sessions, and he did seem to like it, but I wouldn’t go as far as to say that he loved it and would seek it out. Not like I would.
This new Top, from what I could tell so far, could probably get off on giving out pain. I glanced at James…just like he did. But James was different than most sadists. He had a tricky combination of kinks that I think always would make it difficult for him to find a sub that could handle all sides of him. James was indeed a sadist, with a penchant for humiliation play, and packaged up with the need to love and care. This club was full of members that loved and needed one part of him, but not all. James knew that too, and I think had come to terms with that.
Slap! Slap!
“You’re a very bad boy, Joshua!” the new female Top scolded Joshua as she continued to slap his ass.
“I’m sorry, mistress,” Joshua apologized.
The way the woman stalked around him made my body ache. She had poise and confidence in the way she carried herself. Maybe there was a touch of arrogance there, I’m not sure. But, fuck, what I wouldn’t give to be in Joshua’s place right now and taking that punishment. The woman strode between James and Joshua, masking my view again. She stood in front of Joshua and propped the pointed end of her boot on a notch that stuck out from the whipping post nearby.
Holy fuck!
I pushed myself off the wall and stood up straight. The crotchless stockings definitely caught my eye and caused my hand to gravitate towards the fly of my pants. But it was her voice and seeing her face finally clearly that made me nearly come in my pants.
“Only because the sight of your face disgusts me will I allow you to bury it between my legs.”
“Yes, Mistress Elise. Thank you,” Joshua respectfully replied and quickly crawled forward to enjoy his reward.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Elise.
Elise from the coffee shop.
Elise, that lost her husband seven or eight months ago.
Elise, that I have jacked off to many times.
She was here, taking pointers from James, and she clearly was into dominating. Was it all for play, or was she possibly looking for a permanent boy toy? Whatever it was, I wanted to sign up for it.
From where I stood, I could tell that she had a beautiful pussy. And really, all pussies were beautiful. She had a triangle patch of dark curls that led to the holy place. I was so jealous of Joshua. Lucky bastard. I was liable to smash my mouth against his just to get a taste of her.
Elise, er, Mistress Elise tried to swat Joshua’s ass as he licked her, but because of the height and her reachable distance, she ended up slapping him hard around his kidneys, causing him to yelp. Even though I knew those slaps would especially hurt, it still made my cock throb.
“Fuck,” I mumbled as I rubbed myself over my jeans.
“Careful,” James said evenly. “Be mindful of the location you’re striking and connecting with.”
There didn’t seem to be any sort of reaction or recognition from Elise. At first, I thought it was kind of odd but then figured that she was just getting lost in the feeling of being eaten by Joshua. James crouched down by Joshua and rubbed on his back. He was always good to every one of us that he played with. I flashed back to my memories of having heavy pain sessions with him. He could be brutal and inflict physical pain, but he was always right there to take care of us too. Part of me missed that kind of care.
I turned my head to the side when I heard a muffled w
hine. Brandon stood about ten feet away from me with his hand in his boxers. He was also watching Elise with Joshua. I personally didn’t know a lot about Brandon yet, and what little I did know was information from Joshua. I only knew that Brandon was barely old enough to be a club member and that James very quickly had taken him in. Since James had taken Brandon in, that kind of made him like a little brother. In some sort of twisted way, I suppose.
I moved along the wall closer to Brandon to show camaraderie, but also to keep some distance. Joshua told me that Brandon could use the support and friendship of fellow bottoms as a lot of what he knows about the lifestyle is false.
“It’s hot, huh?” I whispered to Brandon.
When he looked at me, I gestured with my head toward the room where Elise was. Brandon nodded and slowly pulled his hand out of his boxers. I could tell that he felt like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I worked quickly to try and reverse the guilt that he now had.
“Hey, it’s okay,” I said quietly and then pointed to my pants with the zipper down. “I’m over here in the same boat as you are,” I whispered.
He nodded and slowly moved his hand back inside his pants. I began rubbing on myself again at the sound of Elise’s voice.
“Use that tongue, Joshua!” Elise barked.
Damn. Fucking use that tongue, Josh.
“You like pain?” I asked Brandon, trying to strike up a conversation of some common ground.
“Mmhmm,” he mumbled.
Brandon’s eyes were fixated on Elise and Joshua. His mouth was open to accommodate his heavy breathing and keep himself from sounding like he was panting. As Elise yelled out things that were intended to make Joshua feel bad, it turned me on even more. By the sounds and look of it, Elise’s humiliating talk was driving Brandon wild too.
“Suck that clit, Joshua!” Elise shouted.
I was all for rough play, and this wasn’t considered rough by a long shot; however, I even winced when Elise tightened her grasp on his hair and shook his head. Since James was still crouched by Joshua’s side, he reached his hand up and covered Elise’s with his. It was a silent reminder for her to be mindful of what she was doing. Elise recovered in a way that I thought was pretty hot. She slapped the crop down on Joshua’s hand that he had been using to stroke himself while he licked her pussy.
