by Ivy Nelson
When it was five minutes past the start time, someone shut the doors and one of the other people at the table introduced the people on the panel.
Darci was excited to soak up everything the panel had to share. She had spent months observing Carrie and Peter in a power exchange relationship and she wanted to experience something like what they had some day. Still, the idea of giving control of any kind to someone else was scary. Just a few short months ago someone had assaulted her, and that loss of control still plagued her thoughts. Darci shook her head. Now wasn’t the time to be dwelling on that. This lifestyle differed from what her attacker had done to her.
Peters booming voice pulled her out of that line of thinking and she focused her attention on him.
“Carrie and I have been in a power exchange relationship for over four years. We met after I had her arrested.”
“Turns out locking me up got him all hot for me,” Carrie interrupted, causing the audience to laugh.
“It’s true. I found her annoying, exasperating, and downright stubborn and yet, I was hooked the day we met. It just took us a little while to realize it. Once it came out that we were both kinky though we were able to negotiate a relationship that worked for us.”
Michael leaned over and whispered, “I didn’t know Peter was a cop.”
Darci shook her head and whispered back, “He isn’t. Former secret service. He had her arrested when she tried to break into the CIA building for a story she was writing. Or something like that.”
Michael raised an eyebrow. “That’s insane. You know that, right?”
Darci shrugged. “They work really well together.”
Someone in the audience was asking a question. Darci turned to listen.
“You and Carrie seem really different. She seems kind of… bratty. No offense. And Peter, you seem very serious most of the time. How do you make those differences work for power exchange?”
Carrie grinned. “You mean how am I not constantly being punished for not being submissive?”
The man asking shrugged and said, “something like that.”
“Well, to be fair, I do sometimes have days where I get in trouble more than others but ultimately, we’re playing a game. It’s a very serious game that defines our relationship, but it’s a game, nonetheless. And we figured out a long time ago that if we don’t play by the rules of our game—the rules that work for us—it’s no fun. So, Peter pulls me back into line when I stray and get too bratty, and I help him remember that life isn’t all serious all the time. Not to mention, I happen to be fond of him turning my ass red so really, it’s a win-win.”
The audience chuckled, and the panel continued taking questions. When the session ended, Darci’s longing for that kind of relationship had grown. Michael wasn’t sure what to think but thought it was all very interesting. As the audience drifted out into the hallways, Michael excused himself to check into his hotel room and Darci sat near the back of the room waiting for Peter and Carrie to finish talking to class participants.
The couple approached her a few minutes later and settled into chairs in the row ahead of her.
“Hey, Kitten. How was that?” Peter asked as Carrie snuggled close to him.
“It was great. I learned so much.”
“You look a little sad, honey,” Carrie said.
“Not said. Just… I’m not sure what the word is. I want what you guys have. At the same time, I’m terrified I wouldn’t be any good at it, or that I don’t know what I’m getting myself into.”
“You’ll find it someday, sweetheart. In the meantime, you could try some more submissive things out and see how you like it. You’ve played with other people before. Why not try taking on a submissive role with someone? Maybe find someone to mentor you and help you figure out what you want from power exchange.”
“I don’t know. It would have to be somebody I trust. I haven’t really forged that kind of relationship with anyone in our circle.”
“What about Michael?”
Darci’s eyes went wide, and she crinkled her nose. “Gross. He’s like my brother.”
Peter chuckled. “OK fair enough. We’ll help you find somebody.”
Darci twisted her fingers. “What about you Peter?”
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Peter raised an eyebrow. “You want to be submissive to me?”
Darci shrugged. “I trust you. It’s not like I’m asking to have sex with you. I just want to learn more about being submissive and whether I even like the idea.”
Peter was quiet, seeming to ponder her words. “I only hesitate because we’re all good friends here, Darci. I don’t want that to change because I scare you off of submission or something.”
Just then, someone stuck their head in the door. “Next presenter needs this room soon.”
Peter stood. “We were just headed out.” Turning back to Carrie and Darci he said, “Come on, girls. We can go to the hotel bar and talk about this some more. I’m free for the rest of the night.”
Peter walked ahead of them, and Carrie lagged behind, walking with Darci.
“I’m sorry, Carrie. I should have asked you first before I made this suggestion.”
Carrie laughed. “Oh, honey you’re fine. I think it’s a lovely suggestion. Peter is right, though. We have to negotiate this carefully, so if you decide you hate power exchange, we don’t lose our friendship.”
Darci nodded. “Have you two ever done anything like this before?”
“We have. Sort of. We actually had a girlfriend once. I’m hopelessly bisexual and Peter accommodates that really well. She was submissive to him. It ultimately didn’t work for a lot of reasons but watching my Master dominate someone else was one of the hottest things ever.”
They had arrived at the bar and Peter them found a small table in the corner.
“OK, Darci. Explain a little more what you’re looking for from this.”
Darci picked at a napkin as she tried to gather her thoughts.
“I don’t know. What did you mean when you said I should find a mentor? I liked the sound of it. You’re someone I trust. So, I thought why not ask?”
Peter smiled and pulled the napkin from beneath her fingers.
“Don’t be nervous, Kitten. I’m flattered. I just want to handle this with care. You’re special to us. We don’t want to scare you off. You said yourself that I’m mean to Carrie.” He winked at his wife as he spoke.
Darci huffed. “That’s not what I said. I said some people might think you’re mean to her.”
“I’m just teasing you, Kitten. My point is, I don’t want you to shy away from me just because I’m suddenly the dominant figure in your life. I like your sass, I like your independence. I don’t want you going all quiet and serious on me just because I have to paddle your ass when you break a rule or disobey me.”
Darci blushed. Is that what he would do to her? The thought made her squirm.
“So, I’ll ask you again. What are you looking for out of this?”
Darci took a deep breath. “I want to learn in a safe place, and I want to keep sex out of it while I learn. Since I don’t want to have sex with you, and I trust you, it seems logical.”
“Kitten, I’m crushed. You’ll make out with my wife, but you don’t want to have sex with me?” He was teasing her.
“I told you, she’s prettier than you are.” She winked at Carrie, feeling steadier now.
“Yes,” Carrie cheered. “I love it when I win the pretty contest with Master. It’s not easy you know. Have you looked at that man? Dear god, he’s gorgeous.”
Darci rolled her eyes. “You have to say that. You’re married to him.”
Peter frowned. “You’re not winning any points here kitten.”
Darci grinned. “Sorry. You’re fun to tease.”
“Uh huh. OK. So, no sex is easy. That’s not the relationship we have. What other limits do you have? When you say no sex do you mean nothing sexual at all? Or are vibrators or me i
nstructing you to masturbate OK?”
Well that was specific. Darci didn’t think they would negotiate little details. Though, she supposed sexual pleasure was a pretty big detail when you thought about it.
“I think I just don’t want to see your penis. Toys are OK,” she said.
“You’re missing out Darci. His penis is prettier than the rest of him.”
“Carrie!” Darci exclaimed, thoroughly embarrassed. The tiny blonde grinned.
“I’m right here ladies,” Peter said. To Darci he said, “OK. Here’s a proposal. We’re here in kinky land for the next four days. Why don’t we experiment here? It’s just a few days and if we hate it, we can go back to the way things were when we get back home.
Darci thought about it for a minute. “OK. That sounds good. Are you going to give me rules to follow or something?”
“We’ll talk a little more about your limits and what you will and won’t do submissively. For now, some basic rules. You are to address me as Sir when you speak to me and no orgasms without my permission.”
Darci blushed and nodded. “OK.”
“Try again, Kitten.”
“Sorry. Yes, Sir.”
“Better. Now, let’s look at the program and figure out what we want to do tonight and tomorrow.” He withdrew the program and laid it on the table. They were studying it when Edith approached them.
“Peter, I was trying to reach you on the radio. I didn’t realize you had stepped out.”
“Sorry, Edith. I needed to have a talk with my girls here. What’s up?”
“We have a situation. Someone here is snapping pictures of people without their consent and posting them up on an anonymous twitter page. They’re using the con hashtag. We have a couple of upset people because one of the pictures included faces.” The older woman looked as if she was ready to cry.
“Jesus Christ people are idiots. OK. Let’s get the rest of the staff together and come up with a game plan to find the fucker and kick them out.”
“Thank you, Peter. This sort of thing could ruin an event like this.”
Peter stood and motioned for Carrie to join him.
“Kitten, I’m sorry I have to run off and leave you in the middle of an important conversation. We’ll be back as soon as possible. Look around. Have a good time.”
“Don’t worry about it, Sir. I’ll be fine. Michael is around here somewhere. I’ll pester him. And if you need help from me with social media let me know. You know that’s what I do.”
Peter leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “Come on, Carrie. Let’s go clean this mess up.”
Carrie blew Darci a kiss, and just like that, she found herself sitting alone watching the two of them walk away.
She decided to go up to her room and put on the outfit she planned to wear to the dungeon. It wasn’t too risqué, but it made her feel sexy.
Back down in the main event space she wondered around and looked for Michael, but he appeared to be missing in action. She wondered if he had chickened out and stayed in his room. Inside the dungeon, she grabbed a blue wristband and slipped it on. It signaled that she was a bottom willing to play.
She found a chair and sat down to watch others as the play party was just getting going. A few minutes later, a tall dark-haired man approached her. “Hey there. I’m Chris.”
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Darci smiled up at the tall man standing in front of her chair. “Hey, Chris. I’m Darci. Nice to meet you,” he said over the music. He sat next to her. “I noticed your wristband.” He held up his left hand which was sporting a red wristband. The sign that he was a top willing to play.
Purple bands meant someone was open to topping or bottoming and a black wristband meant please don’t talk to me.
“Would you like to play with me?” Chris asked.
“Well, I don’t know, Chris. What kinds of play are you into? How much experience do you have?” Darci asked, turning to face him more directly.
“I really like impact play and I have some new floggers I’m looking to try out on somebody. Unfortunately, my normal bottom couldn’t be here this weekend, but I’ve been playing for a few years now.”
Darci thought for a minute. She enjoyed impact play and it was something that was easy to do with just about anyone.
“OK, Chris, but I’m not open to anything sexual. Is that OK?” While she enjoyed pick up play, she didn’t really like getting overly sexual with strangers unless the chemistry was right.
“Sure thing, Darci. I just want to test these out. Do you mind taking your top off or is that too sexual?”
It was a good question and Darci appreciated him asking. “I can go topless. I just don’t want you to grope or fondle me or try to get me off.”
Chris grinned and seemed excited to get started. “I see a play station over there. Want to go now or should we talk some more?”
“Let’s go. I assume red is OK as my safeword?”
“Oh, for sure. I don’t intend too get crazy or anything, Darci. You shouldn’t need a safeword. But if you do, red is just fine.”
The two made their way across the dungeon to the empty play space. Chris pulled floggers from his bag and Darci grinned. They looked like nice ones. She couldn’t wait to feel them on her back. It had been a little while since she had done impact play with anyone.
While he laid out floggers, Darci undid the hooks on the front of her corset. When she had them undone, she pulled it off and laid it on the ground next to the wooden St. Andrews cross they were going to play on.
“Nice breasts,” Chris said when he noticed that she had removed her top. Darci frowned That was not a necessary statement. She didn’t say anything though. Just turned and faced the cross. Some guys couldn’t help it, and some didn’t know better. It didn’t automatically make him a creepy guy.
It may have been better for her to say something and let him know his comment made her uncomfortable, but instead she said, “I’m ready. Let’s try those kick ass looking floggers.”
“That’s the spirit. I’ll start light until I figure out what you can handle.”
Chris stood on the other side of the cross and seemed to be examining her before he got started. Darci was just about to ask him what he was staring at, when he slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
“Pardon me for a minute. I need to answer this text,” he said after he studied the screen. Darci just nodded.
When he was done, he put the phone back in his pocket and rounded the cross to stand next to the table his implements were laid out on.
He picked up a heavy looking suede flogger and flicked it at her back. The falls fell gently across her skin and she sighed. It was a nice feeling.
“Ready?”
She nodded.
Then he landed a harder swing, and she groaned. It was a superb flogger. She would have to ask him where he got it when they finished playing. After a few strokes, he increased the strength and soon it felt like she was getting a deep tissue massage. It felt amazing and she let out a loud groan every time he struck her. After several minutes, the flogging stopped, and he was standing close to her his body nearly touching hers.
“How are you doing, Darci?” His hand caressed her back.
“I’m good. That’s an amazing flogger.” She almost didn’t recognize the sound of her own voice. The flogging was turning her on.
Chris’s hand continued to caress her back. “You’re a great bottom, Darci.” He pressed his lips to the juncture of her neck and shoulder and she stiffened. What was he doing? Just because the flogging was turning her on didn’t mean she wanted the scene to turn sexual. Not when it hadn’t been negotiated. She felt panic rising in her throat. Before she knew it, his hand was no longer caressing her back but was groping her left breast instead.
“Excuse me. What the hell are you doing?” She whirled around and covered herself with her arms. “I said no sexual play.”
“Sorry. I’m sorry. I just go
t carried away.” Chris lifted his hands as if he were surrendering and backed away from her.
Darci was shaking with fury. “I think we’re done,” she said she bent to pick up her corset and hook it back on. Not bothering to hook all the buttons, she turned and walked away from the play station, leaving Chris dumbfounded. She was so furious, she didn’t notice the tall man standing in her way until she ran smack into his chest.
“What do you think you’re doing, Kitten?”
It was Peter. “Shit. Sorry, Peter. I didn’t see you.” She looked up at him. He was not happy. In fact, she could feel waves of some intense emotion, fury maybe, rolling off of him.
Fuck. Had she messed up? Yep. The way Peter gripped her arm and marched her toward the wall where chairs were lined, told her she had indeed fucked up.
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“You have some explaining to do, Darci.” Peter said when they stopped at some chairs where Darci noticed Carrie and Michael were sitting. Oh, man had they witnessed everything that just went down?
“Did I do something wrong?”
“What do you think?”
Darci wrung her hands together and tears welled up in her eyes. “I don’t know,” she whispered.
“Woah. Kitten. What happened? We’ll deal with my feelings in a minute. What’s going on?”
“Just a prick who doesn’t know how to listen.”
“Did he hurt you?”
She shook her head, but Michael was on his feet. He must have overheard Peter.
“Where did he go?”
“Michael please. He just groped me when I asked him not to. That’s not what we had agreed to. He just said he wanted to try some floggers on me.”
Peter was still standing behind her. His arms folded
“Did you have permission to play tonight, Kitten?”
“I...” She glanced at Michael and Carrie, suddenly feeling shy. Peter closed his eyes then turned to his wife.
“Little one. I need to talk to Darci alone. Is that OK?”
