Double Dom Fantasies

by Cassidy Browning

  “Yep. Why do you guys let him bully you around like this?”

  “What can we do? He represents the town government.”

  Crash shook his head. “It doesn’t sound like it to me. I think he’s running some kind of racket.”

  “Do you think he’s getting a kickback from all the remodeling he’s forcing us to do?” Carly stared at him.

  AJ and Crash exchanged a look. “I wouldn’t think so,” AJ said slowly. “We just had coffee with Dennis Cooper. It sounds like he’s doing what he can to help the people Lou’s screwing over.”

  “I don’t know. That could be an act.” Carly went to another pile and began tossing garbage again. “I don’t think I trust him. He’s too good-looking to be real.”

  “Really? You don’t trust good-looking people?” Crash looked at her pointedly, with her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and her Barbie-doll figure.

  She flushed even more, scowling at a piece of metal before flinging it so hard that it made a dent in the back side of the dumpster.

  “I don’t trust good-looking men,” she corrected him. “They all think they can get away with anything. I don’t have any problem with women.”

  “Yeah, because beautiful women are all virtuous and noble,” AJ said wryly. “Come down to Oakland sometime and I’ll introduce you to the Sisterhood of the Cheerleading Paragons.”

  She smirked. “You know what I mean. Dennis is just too good to be true.”

  “Well, that may be, but it doesn’t automatically make him a bad person. Don’t you guys preach acceptance and not judging a person on their looks in the leather community? That’s as bad as saying someone must be immoral because they’re ugly.” He looked around. “It also doesn’t mean that you couldn’t use some help with all this.”

  “I bought this place, and I’m perfectly capable of taking care of it.”

  “So you’re going to do the plumbing?”

  “No, but I don’t need Mr. Big-Shot Dominant’s help. I can find a plumber all by myself, thank you very much.”

  “Mr. Big-Shot what?” Crash stopped in the act of picking up a large, rusty sink. He stood with it in his arms.

  Carly tossed a handful of wood chunks into it. “He thinks he’s God’s gift to submissives. All the women at the club are crazy about him. He’s won the MacGyver Contest like four years in a row now. I can’t stand people like that.”

  “What’s a MacGyver Contest?” AJ asked. Crash took his sink to the dumpster, emptied it, and carried it back for Carly to refill.

  She chuckled, bending down for more wood. “One night a year they do a contest. The Dominants are given a bag of assorted stuff, and they have to do a scene with it. sky goes to the dollar store, the party store, places like that, and picks up goofy shit. Ribbons, toys, balloons, anything. Of course he’s going to win it! He’s a builder, for God’s sake. The fuss they make over him, though, you’d think he was curing cancer.”

  “Sounds kind of interesting. I never knew kinky people were so playful.” AJ began throwing rusted kitchen equipment into the dumpster, glad that she seemed to be distracted from ordering them to leave.

  “Oh, yeah. People are always coming up with crazy things to do to each other,” Carly said. She and Crash had developed an efficient little system of her loading him up with junk and him quietly carrying his sink back and forth. “A couple weeks ago Daddy Dave took one of his guys—Tony, I think it was—who’s afraid of heights. He had him blindfolded and tied to a chair. Dave and Chuck were both down on their knees, messing with him so that he thought he was way up, even though he was only about six inches off the ground. Then they dropped him. He opened his mouth to scream but before he could make a sound he realized he was on the floor. I’ve never seen anybody so red in my life.”

  She stopped and looked around, realizing that there was only one pile of junk left. “Well, I’ll be damned. That wasn’t so bad after all. Would you guys like a quick snack before you go back?”

  AJ started tossing pieces to Crash, who had just deposited his sink in the dumpster. He barely escaped taking a hunk of metal to the side of the head as he reacted to Carly’s offer.

  “No, thanks.” AJ took a quick glance at his watch. “We need to be getting back for lunch. I think even Crash can go another half hour without eating.”

  “It’s okay,” Crash agreed with a sigh. “Besides, I’ve still got a couple of popovers in the car.”

  “Before we go, though, let me ask you a question,” AJ said casually. “Does he demand attention from the women of the club or is he just the object of their interest?”

  Carly stopped in her walk toward the back door, a hesitant look on her face. “You know, I never really looked that closely.”

  “That’s kind of what I thought. He seemed like a decent guy to me, not some egomaniac. Believe me, we’ve known our share of those. You can usually tell the difference. Just something to think about.”

  * * * *

  Sami made sure she was sitting as far away as she could from Crash and AJ at lunch. She was still pissed at them, although it was beginning to be kind of tiresome. Still, she couldn’t let them treat her like some kind of hooker. She just couldn’t. They might think they could come to a kinky resort and just pick up whoever looked like a quick fuck…

  She felt her face going red and forced herself to calm down. The thought of having sex with either of them, or both of them, made her pulse start racing and her juices start flowing, but she absolutely could not allow herself to go there. She had sat on the same side of the table, but with Roy and Lucy between them, on purpose so that she couldn’t see their massive muscled arms and shoulders or have to pay attention to their joking. Whenever one of them leaned over to try to catch her eye, she deliberately turned away, pretending she was listening to Roy’s descriptions of life as a luxury car salesman.

  “Then one day who should come into the dealership but Daphne Monroe. She had just signed a movie deal and wanted to celebrate. She had her two guys with her, and they spent hours deciding on just the right car. It had to be big enough for all of them and fast enough for her. She’s the one that told me about this place. Lucy had been reading about BDSM, so I thought it’d be the perfect getaway for us. How did you guys hear about it?”

  Greg tilted his head in Susan’s direction. “Suzie read the article in Exotic Travels Magazine. You could have knocked me down with a feather when she said she wanted to come here. But I’m glad we did. It’s been a real eye-opener.”

  “So what’s on the docket for this afternoon?” AJ asked before Roy could ask them the same question.

  “Negotiations.” Allie looked around the table. “As I’m sure you’ve already guessed, the initial schedule has to be rearranged, thanks to Lou. We’ll do our best, but for now we’ll be meeting in the living room. When you guys are done, just go ahead and start congregating in there. I’ve got to make a couple of phone calls and then we can get started.”

  She got up and went into the kitchen. There was silence until she’d disappeared, then Lucy leaned forward, speaking in a low voice. “She looks terrible. I wish we could help.”

  Roy nodded. “Does anybody know what’s going on? I mean, I know about the inspector guy this morning. What do they have to do exactly?”

  AJ sighed. “They have to install a sprinkler system in the barn, and he’s doing another inspection of their plumbing. Seems the guy is new and going crazy imposing fees and demanding unreasonable amounts of so-called ‘repairs.’”

  Greg looked thoughtful. “Sounds like he’s on the take.”

  “Could be. I think Dennis from this morning is trying to arrange the work for her at a reduced rate, but it’s going to be a huge job either way. They also apparently need to get more permits in order to hold classes out there. Clifftop is still a fairly new business, and I don’t think they really have the cash flow to deal with all these new charges. She’s really stressed out.”

  “Looks like it,” Roy agreed.


  Susan stood up. “Well, the least we can do is get the lunch dishes cleared away and washed for her while she’s taking care of her phone calls.”

  “Great idea,” her husband agreed, and everyone set to work.

  An hour later they were all gathered in the living room. Sami had been trying to avoid the guys and didn’t make it in the room until everything was set. Of course at that point the only seat available was on the couch—between AJ and Crash. She hesitated in the doorway, debating how best to handle it. She couldn’t ask one of them to move. They looked as if they’d been planted on each end, and while they were chatting with other people, she got the impression that seat had been saved for her specifically.

  It would have been overtly rude to sit on the floor somewhere else, and there really weren’t any other spots open anyway, except directly in front of the couch. That would definitely send the wrong signal, she decided, and took the open space. No point in being childish. If they would lay off the offensive proposals, she could still be friendly. She’d just have to keep her raging hormones under control. No more fantasizing about them, singly or together. She knew it was stupid to be mad at them for suggesting exactly what she kept daydreaming about, but she couldn’t help it. If she could avoid it, she would have to make sure she didn’t put herself in the position of removing clothing in front of them. That just got her desires going, and she didn’t need any more temptations there. Crash had seen her breasts through the chain-mail top, but surely he saw enough enhanced female anatomy on a regular basis that he wouldn’t even remember what hers looked like.

  Allie came into the room behind her, passing out sheets of paper as she went. “Good, you’re all here. I’m afraid I’ve got to run an errand in a few minutes, so I’ll get you started and then leave you on your own to practice. I’m sorry. This isn’t how we wanted the workshop to go, but Lou seems to have other plans.”

  Sami looked at the paper in her hand. It was a checklist of various sexual and kinky acts, and at the bottom there were blank spaces for “What I want from a scene,” “What my partner(s) want from a scene,” “Safeword(s),” “Limits,” “Things to know about me,” “Things to know about my partner(s),” “Sexual acts allowed,” “Sexual acts not allowed,” “What I’m not willing to do,” and “What I am willing to do.”

  Oh, dear. Just looking at the list made her aware of the blood rushing to her face again. It rushed to other places, too, if she were honest with herself. At least the blushing there wasn’t so obvious to the group. She’d never blushed so much in her life.

  Allie held up her stack. “Take a few minutes to look through them. We’re going to do some practice negotiations. It doesn’t need to be something you really want to do, but it’s always good practice to think through what might happen, how you would deal with it, and what you expect from your partners. You’re in natural groups already, of course—” She shot a look at Sami. “But feel free to mix and match, or combine. Work on as many different types of scenes as you want to, but try to do at least two. Remember, we hope to have some play parties at the end of the week. This is good practice for that. Are there any questions?”

  Susan raised her hand. “What do you mean by ‘limits’?”

  “Well, if there are things that you feel strongly about that may not come up in a particular negotiation, you should mention them there. If we’re discussing bondage, I might have something in mind, and the top might be thinking something else. I need to put out there everything I can think of that would be a hard limit. Personally, I strongly dislike gags, so that’s one thing I would put in the initial negotiation, just so we’re all on the same page. If you’re willing to have some sexual activity but don’t want actual penetration, that’s another limit you might write down. Or none at all.”

  “Isn’t it all sexual activity?” Roy asked.

  “Not necessarily. It’s possible to do scenes, even completely naked, with no sexual contact at all. Floggings, needles, mental play, even bondage is not sexual in and of itself. They combine well with it, but can be kept completely separate.”

  Sami looked at her list with more interest. If she was going to have to negotiate a scene with AJ and Crash, it would help to be able to keep it away from any discussion of sex.

  Lucy raised her hand. “Can we negotiate a scene with everybody in it?”

  Allie smiled. “You certainly can, if everybody is interested. Remember, no pressure. BDSM is not a tool for manipulation, even if there is power exchange involved. Everything should be completely consensual.”

  “I don’t really get the difference between BDSM and power exchange,” Greg said. “If I’m beating—pardon me, flogging someone, doesn’t that make me dominant over them?”

  “For that scene, yes,” Allie said. “Usually. But power exchange goes far beyond individual scenes. If I were topping you for a scene, I would be doing it because you wanted to be topped and I was willing to do it. My dominance would not extend beyond the end of the scene. If we were to enter into a power exchange relationship, that would be a completely different negotiation process.”

  “What does ‘topping from the bottom’ mean?” Susan asked.

  “Once you’ve negotiated the scene, then most tops want to be completely in charge,” Allie told her. “They don’t like it if the bottom tries to manipulate them into doing certain things or doing them differently. If I want you to hit harder, I might start calling out directions or try to piss you off so you’ll naturally put more into it. That’s considered ‘topping from the bottom’ and will cause most Dominants, or tops, to not want to play with you anymore.”

  Sami found herself asking, “Is that what a ‘SAM’ does?”

  Allie laughed. “Often, yes. Or they’ll try to provoke some kind of punishment without negotiation. It’s a kind of adrenaline rush for them, I think. They like the danger of having their Dominant actually pissed off. Normally that’s not a good basis for a scene.”

  She waited to see if there were more questions. “Okay. I’ll be in the kitchen making a few more calls and putting together my list of things I’ve got to get done. If you have urgent questions, feel free to come find me. I’ll be leaving in about a half hour. Have fun!”

  She was gone. Sami felt a flash of panic as AJ turned to look at her. “Are you willing to work with us?”

  Dignity, Sami. She tilted her chin up and met his eyes. “Sure.”

  The other four announced they were going to move to the dining room table to work. Lucy issued an invitation for the others to join them, and AJ told her politely but firmly that they were going to work on a scene between the three of them first.

  “Buffy, why don’t you start?” AJ offered. “What kind of scene do you want to negotiate?”

  “No sex,” Sami said immediately, then felt like an asshole. She ducked her head to study her list.

  “All right. No sex.” AJ and Crash obediently wrote it down.

  Sami thought about a wax-play scene, then realized that would require a certain amount of nudity. She bit her lip, noticing “kidnapping” on the list. Images flashed through her mind of Crash and AJ grabbing her, carrying her off somewhere, holding her securely between them. It was an incredibly erotic fantasy, and her entire body flushed hot. It seemed to be very hard to find anything to talk about that wouldn’t get her hot and bothered.

  “How about some kind of bondage?” she said finally.

  “Would you want to try a rope dress?” AJ asked.

  “A rope dress?” Sami looked up from her list. That sounded fairly safe.

  “Yeah. I think we saw one at the club, didn’t we? She was naked except for this really intricate ropework—”

  “No nudity,” Sami interrupted.

  He took a deep breath. “Okay, then. What kind of scene do you want to pretend to negotiate?”

  “I don’t know.” Sami stared down at the paper in her hand. “They’re all so—sexual.”

  “Well, yeah. That’s kind of the point, at least for m
ost people. I don’t know why anybody would want to do this if it wasn’t at least kind of sexual. Are you interested in sensation play at all?”

  “Yes, I think so. But it all requires nudity.”

  He ran a hand over his eyes. “For God’s sake, Buffy. It’s not like you’re going to be legally obligated to actually do the scene. We’re just practicing. Remember? Besides, what’s wrong with nudity? You’re gorgeous, and the people in this community really seem to appreciate someone who is willing to take their clothes off.”

  She sighed, knowing she was being stupid. “I know. I guess I’m just having a hard time getting my head into it today.”

  AJ stared into the distance for a moment. He took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and let it back out. Then he seemed to come to a decision and resolutely poised his pen over the paper. “You said you might be into sensation play. So let’s start there. Keeping in mind that this is just pretend, and nobody’s going to actually force you to take off your clothes or tie you up or anything, could you get into pretending you were negotiating that kind of scene?”

  She thought about it. “I suppose so. I am curious.”

  “Okay, then. So if we were to theoretically do a sensation play scene, would you want to be tied up first?”

  A tremor went through her lower abdomen. She ignored it. “Theoretically? Yes, if that’s how it’s normally done.”

  “Fine.” He wrote something. “Hands and feet? How about blindfolds?”

  “Okay.”

  “Completely naked or panties?”

  “Panties.” Her voice was starting to sound breathy. Sami cleared her throat.

  AJ looked at Crash. “Some help here?”

  “Oh, sorry.” Crash cleared his throat, too. “Umm, let’s see. Earphones with music?”

  “Ah, yes. Great question. Would you like that, Buffy?”

  “That sounds nice.” She squirmed a little, trying not to imagine herself tied to a table, naked and blindfolded, knowing they were about to do things to her but not able to see or hear them.