Double Dom Fantasies

by Cassidy Browning

  AJ just shook his head and pushed the completed form back to Allie. “You’ll have to forgive him. A few too many hits to the head. He has delusions.”

  Allie laughed again. “That’s okay. We get all kinds here. Speaking of which, you guys understand this is a hands-on intensive learning workshop, right?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” they answered, their heads bobbing in unison.

  “Good. Do you have partners coming to work with? We supply all the toys but not bodies.”

  Ducking their heads, they mumbled, “No, ma’am.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry.” Allie looked from one to the other. “You’re a couple? I had you in separate rooms, but I can change that.”

  As if it was choreographed, the two men hastily took a step apart. Crash blurted, “Oh, no. We aren’t qu—”

  Before he could finish the word, Allie was in front of him, her right index finger jabbing him in the chest and her body leaning forward aggressively. “Watch it! We don’t say things like that here.”

  “Damn, Crash. I can’t take you anywhere,” AJ chastised him. “You had best apologize, because I haven’t ever seen a scene that reminded me so much of David and Goliath. Even you must know that didn’t turn out so well for the giant.”

  “Sorry, ma’am.” Crash’s face went beet red. “I didn’t mean anything.”

  “All right then. Apology accepted.” Allie took a step back, relieved that she wasn’t going to have to try to punish him. If she tried to put him over her knee, she probably wouldn’t be able to walk for a month. She settled for giving him a friendly lecture instead and kept her voice stern, even though she had the impulse to laugh at his expression. “This place is all about accepting alternative lifestyles. If that’s a problem, I will refund the fee you sent in and ask you to leave immediately. If you can behave yourself, then we’ll see if you can’t learn a thing or two. Which is it going to be?”

  “I’ll be good, ma’am. I promise.” He gave her a pleading look, like a small boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar again.

  Her boyfriend Brad rushed into the room. “I thought I heard yelling. Is everything okay?” He stopped short when he saw the newcomers, and his head tilted back slightly as he took in their full size.

  “Yes, babe. Thanks,” Allie told him with an appreciative smile. Brad wasn’t short, but next to these two he looked a bit like a terrier wondering if it could defend its territory against a couple of invading mastiffs. She had no doubt he would have fought them if necessary, so she put a hand on his arm to reassure him that it wouldn’t be. “Just a little misunderstanding. It’s all straightened out now. I was just explaining that we only have one single female registered for the weekend, but we’ll figure out something for these two.”

  Brad’s face relaxed. “Oh, that’s easy enough. Just share her. Two guys and a girl works pretty well for us.” He gave them all a friendly smile, kissed Allie on the cheek, and left, saying, “I’d better get back to work.”

  Allie watched him walk away and then went to the staircase. “Follow me, boys, and I’ll show you to your rooms.”

  Crash turned to his friend. “What’s he mean, two guys and a girl works for them?”

  AJ shrugged as he picked up his duffel bag and followed Allie, leaving a perplexed Crash to follow a minute later.

  Chapter 2

  AJ unpacked his suitcase slowly and methodically, grateful for a few minutes of peace and quiet. He knew it wouldn’t last long, and he was right. Just as he was hanging up his last shirt, there was a sharp rap at the door, followed immediately by Crash bursting into the room with his usual hurricane-force energy.

  He threw himself on the bed. “Aren’t you done yet?”

  “Almost.” AJ made a show of opening every drawer in the dresser and smoothing down the contents. Then he took his bag into the small bathroom and set out his toothbrush, comb, razor, and aftershave. By the time he went back to the bedroom, Crash was inspecting the teddy bear on the dresser. It was tied up with small leather straps and had a tiny ball gag where its mouth should be.

  “We should complain,” he told AJ with a frown. “We didn’t get Bibles. I always look forward to the Bibles.”

  “I shudder to think what you do with them, since I didn’t think you could read. But anyway, that’s most likely going to be the least of our issues this week.” AJ took three bears off the bed and put them next to the one Crash was replacing. “You realize if this girl that’s coming doesn’t like us, we could very well end up practicing this shit on each other? I don’t even want to think about some of the things they might expect us to do.”

  “Well, for the record, I refuse to kiss you. Even if you buy me dinner first—which would cost you, by the way. I would be worth it, of course, but still not gonna happen.” Crash opened the door and motioned for AJ to exit.

  “You think I don’t know you’re an expensive date?” AJ cocked an eyebrow at him as he went past.

  Crash put a hand on his stomach. “Speaking of food, get a move on, would you? I’m starving, and Allie said she’d have snacks at this informational meeting.”

  They went back downstairs and found a nice spread laid out on the dining room table. A middle-aged man came out of a door that must have led into the kitchen carrying a plate of brownies and a pitcher of tea. He was dressed like a biker, in leather pants, boots, vest, and hat, but his T-shirt under the vest was fresh and white. He was also clean-shaven, although his hair was a slightly grizzled gray. He was saying something about dogs to the person behind him, who turned out to be a very attractive redhead, also laden with plates of food. Must be a breeder, AJ thought.

  “May I take those for you?” AJ rushed forward to relieve the woman of her burden, and she blinked pretty blue eyes at him, looking more startled than he would have expected.

  “Oh—thanks.” She let him take the plates but then whirled back to the kitchen, muttering something about seeing if there was more to get. AJ watched her speedy retreat, wishing there was more time to admire the view of her backside. She filled out her jeans very nicely. There was actually some meat on her bones, which he could appreciate. He glanced at Crash. They both tended to go for the same type, so if he wasn’t careful, he could end up being a third wheel this week. The thought was surprisingly unpleasant. If he had been in the market for a girlfriend, he’d definitely be interested in the redhead.

  He shook himself a little, remembering that he was out of the game. That was the whole reason they were here. He might be able to get Tammy back if this turned out to be something he could do. He had serious doubts that was going to be the case. Just the idea of what they might try to teach him brought back his grandmother’s face, scolding in her deep Southern drawl that he must never, ever, ever hit a girl, even if she was as evil as his cousin Darla. So what was the point in getting interested in another kinky girl? If he couldn’t do it for Tammy, he wouldn’t be able to do it for the pretty redhead with the killer eyes and ass. But he was going to have to get a good look at her tits when she came back in. She hadn’t been tall like Tammy, but the short, soft, round types definitely had an appeal all their own.

  Allie bustled in from the kitchen then, the other girl close behind as if she was using Allie as a shield.

  “I think that’s everything,” Allie was saying, counting glasses and people. “Let’s all go ahead and sit down, and we can get started.”

  Before he could stop himself, AJ found himself lunging to pull out the chair that the redhead had been reaching for. She jerked back in alarm, and AJ could have kicked himself.

  He put on his most charming smile as he offered her the seat, trying to show that he was a gentleman and not a pervert. He stopped suddenly as a thought struck him. They were all perverts here, weren’t they? That meant she probably was, too. This was just too confusing. Was there such a thing as a gentleman pervert?

  She sat down with a mumbled “Thanks” and a wary glance, and AJ went to the other side of the table, noticing gratefully that Cra
sh had pulled out Allie’s chair. Maybe he wasn’t completely hopeless after all.

  Allie smiled around at the group, apparently oblivious to the fact that one of her guests seemed to be on the verge of making a run for freedom. AJ realized suddenly that this girl, totally apart from being absolutely adorable, was the only thing that would keep him from having to perform pseudo-sexual acts on Crash. That in itself was a strong motivation to get on her good side, he thought. It was a relief that the girl they were going to be working with was actually cute. Her tits were exactly what her backside had led him to expect. Round and luscious, with just a hint of soft white cleavage visible where her top button was undone. As he glanced at it, her hand reached up and tugged self-consciously at the material, but she didn’t close it. AJ tried to catch her eye to give her a reassuring smile, but she stared resolutely down at the table. Her neck was flushed—probably not a good sign. He grabbed a handful of chips from the bowl nearest him and tried to eat them as quietly as possible. To his surprise, they didn’t taste like normal potato chips. They had a much sweeter flavor, and the texture was unusual.

  He handed one to Crash, who was eyeing the table like a small boy on Christmas morning who can’t decide which toy to reach for first. “Try this.”

  “Welcome to the Introduction to BDSM Boot Camp here at Clifftop Fantasies,” Allie said as AJ took another handful. “We’re very excited to have you all here. In case anyone is nervous, you’re all free to leave at any time. The shackles and cages are strictly voluntary.” She laughed to break the tension, then motioned to the biker-type man sitting next to her. “This is Daddy Dave, as he’s known in the community. He is going to talk about a few aspects of the leather community and some of the ways he and his boys play.” She cocked an eyebrow at Crash, who gave her a sheepish smile as he helped himself to the chips. “But before he gets into that, I’m going to tell you a little bit about our resort. Clifftop Fantasies was established a little over a year ago. I inherited the house from my father, Allen Walker.” Her voice held a note of pride, although AJ wasn’t sure who Allen Walker might be.

  “There are three of us who own and operate Clifftop,” Allie went on. “I’m Allie Walker, but you already all know me. My Master, Karl, is the boss here. He’s gone into town right now. You’ll meet him later. Brad is my submissive and fiancé, and he does our accounting. A couple of you encountered him earlier.” She winked at AJ. “Brad works for an accounting firm in town, but we’ve just gotten to the point where he can work from home several afternoons a week, focusing on our business. So you’ll see more of him later. To alleviate your obvious curiosity, boys, yes, I am in a relationship with both of them. It’s called polyamory and means that we believe it’s possible to love more than one person at a time, as long as everyone is open and honest about it. You’ll find many in the kink community are poly, but certainly not all.”

  She looked at both of them, apparently waiting to see if they were going to comment or ask questions.

  “Okay, so that’s what he meant earlier,” Crash whispered, elbowing AJ in the ribs.

  Allie simply raised her eyebrows and went on. “The classes and play sessions will usually be held in the barn, which is a fully equipped dungeon as well as an art studio. Please be respectful of any photographic equipment or painting supplies you come across. Karl is a photographer like my father was and also quite an artist. You can see much of his work throughout the house.”

  “Is that you in the pictures?” the redhead asked shyly, blushing furiously.

  Allie gave her what looked like a self-conscious smile. “Yes. Some of the pictures here were done by Karl, and the others are from Charlie Wayne, a noted erotic photographer.”

  Daddy Dave cleared his throat. “If Allie hasn’t hidden it, you might come across a book that Mr. Wayne did recently. It has current pictures of Allie as well as ones from her college days—what was that, a year or two ago?” Allie gave him a playful slap on the arm. “We’re all very proud to have such a talented model and businesswoman in our midst.”

  “Anyway,” Allie interrupted. Her face was red, but the scowl she gave Dave didn’t seem completely real. “Let me go over the rules of the house before we get on to the interesting stuff. Nudity is allowed anywhere on the premises, inside or out, except the front lawn. Meals are served communally, whenever we can work it into the schedule.” Her eyes flashed again to AJ and Crash with a distinctly worried look. “If you get hungry, feel free to browse through the kitchen. I mark any food that I need for a particular meal, so anything that doesn’t have writing on it is fair game. I’ve asked you already for your food restrictions, but if you have special—and reasonable—requests, jot them down and I’ll do my best to accommodate you.”

  She waited for everyone to nod their agreement, then handed around sheets of paper. “Classes will be held in the barn. Here is the schedule. You’re free to come and go, of course, but please make sure you’re here at those times. If you’re going to be part of the community, it’s important that you’re at least familiar with the major forms of play. If you don’t want to participate in an activity, that’s fine, of course. But try to be as open-minded as possible. You don’t know what you might enjoy until you give it a chance.”

  She let them look over the sheet for a minute. “If there are no questions, then let’s introduce ourselves. Oh, wait—there’s one other thing first. Many people in the community do not use their real names at the clubs and parties. There is still some prejudice about alternative lifestyles and occasionally someone will be fired, get kicked out of their apartment, or even lose custody of their children if they are ‘outed’ for being kinky. Please be respectful of other people’s privacy before asking their names or professions, and consider if you want to choose a scene name for us to use. For example, when I am in slave space, Karl often calls me allie syn, and Brad goes by the name of liege when we’re at the public club. Just as an interesting side note, submissives frequently spell their names without capital letters to signify their position and the hierarchy of their relationships. That’s not a universal thing, but it is meaningful for the people who practice it. So now, let’s go ahead and introduce ourselves, with real or scene names, and if you’re comfortable doing so, give us a little information about why you’re here, so I know if there’s anything special you want to learn.”

  She looked around the table expectantly, settling on Crash. It was probably a good thing, since Sami looked like she would rather have her fingernails pulled out than give personal information about herself. Allie was giving her more time to decide what she wanted to tell them, AJ thought.

  Crash’s face split into a wide grin. “I’m Crash. It’s a nickname anyway, and yes, before you ask, it does have a story. I always get asked that, so I’ll just tell it and get it out of the way now.”

  Allie started to say something, but Crash went on, obviously already on a roll.

  “So there I was on this recruiting trip to ASU with AJ here. They took us to this party at one of them sororities, see. I’m thinking we had hit paradise. There were hot, sexy women everywhere, and I was determined to lose my virginity, just like you see in the movies.” He looked around the table and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

  AJ shook his head and mumbled, “Here we go again.”

  Crash ignored the comment. “Now, as an eighteen-year-old virgin, you can imagine that my skills as a player might be, shall we say, lacking. Well, let me tell you, you would be right. I was so pathetic that I struck out with every co-ed there. It was so bad that all the guys started calling me Crash and Burn. Luckily for me by the time I went back there for school, most of them just shortened it to Crash and the name stuck.”

  AJ looked up at him. “Wow. Just wow.”

  Putting on a pathetic puppy-dog look, Crash turned to Sami and said, “So you see, I’m harmless.” He smiled broadly. “But it’s okay, because AJ here is just as harmless. That’s why we’re here, after all. He needs to learn about this stuff
because he got dumped last month by this chick—”

  “Crash,” Allie interrupted him with a stern look. “Remember what we said about privacy?”

  He looked confused. “But I—Oh. Sorry, man.”

  AJ put a hand over his face and rubbed it briefly. “It’s okay. I don’t mind being called AJ, and I suppose I should mention that I’m not really sure about all of this.” He gave Allie an apologetic look. “Not that there’s anything wrong with it. I just don’t know if I can do it. I like to think I’m a Southern gentleman, and my grandmama would kick my ass if she thought I was mean or disrespectful to a lady.”

  She nodded. “That’s understandable. Many of the people who come here are nervous and hesitant. Hopefully we’ll be able to help you understand more about BDSM play, its benefits, and some of the psychology behind why we engage in it. By the time we’re done, you will see the purpose in what we do and why it isn’t mean or disrespectful.” She turned to the redhead. “Would you like to go next?”

  The girl’s face was almost as red as her hair. She shot an anxious glance at AJ and Crash, then fixed her eyes firmly on Allie. “I’m Sami, and I guess it’s okay to call me that. I’m here because my friend Carly brought me. You can probably tell that I’m really nervous about this.”

  Allie patted her hand. “Try not to stress too much. I’m sure Crash and AJ are perfect gentlemen, and if they’re not, you just let me know and I’ll take care of them.” She glanced meaningfully at the men before continuing. “Like I said, you’re perfectly free not to do anything, but I would highly encourage you to try as much as possible.”