“Precisely. That way when the production company calls, you’ll be able to stand firm because you’ll know your numbers,” Iadded.
The rest of our dinner conversation surrounded Sadie’s nervousness and worries over her script. She just needed to be settled, and talking like we were would do that. Settling souls was in my nature and I briefly thought ofRyan.
I leaned against the stone pillar in the club’s dungeon area as I watched one of the Tops make a chest and shoulder harness out of some links of chains. For a moment, I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of the links brushing against one another. I felt myself harden, and opened my eyes to catch the beauty that unfolded beforeme.
Donned in a chained harness, the graceful bottom knelt while the Top stalked around her. He examined everything from her posture right down to her breathing pattern. He paid attention to everything; as he should. She placed her trust in him, and it would be foolish and even dangerous for him to not pay attention toeverything.
He carried a crop, and when he found an area that he felt he needed to draw attention to, he tapped it with the leatherend.
“Spread your knees outward about one more inch,” heinstructed.
She obediently did as instructed and then began to raise her head. The Top placed the end of the crop on the top of her head and halted hermovement.
“Keep your head down,doll.”
I winced and glanced at Nick as we watched the sceneunfold.
“Such a shame,” I said under mybreath.
Nick nodded his head in agreement as we continued to watch. I preferred that a bottom kept their head up so I could see their reactions to my actions. Their body, and especially their face, would tell me anything that their voice didn’t. This would be something that I would focus on teaching to Ryan. I was quite certain that Ryan wasn’t going to be a Top, but if somehow he did end up topping, he needed to know and understand that a hidden face removed his ability to act on his gut instinct based off somethingvisual.
Eventually, Nick took Sadie to a room on the second floor of the club. I stayed to watch the scene in front of me play out. I had been mildly entertained, but there wasn’t much of a connection between the Top and bottom. I had seen the two play before; he’s a hardcore sadist, and she wasn’t quite the masochist that he needed. None the less, they negotiated sessions often together, so perhaps they received more fulfillment than was visible. The only reason why I stopped to watch was because I had heard the rattling ofchains.
I pushed myself away from the stone pillar to move along the hallway and watch some other sessions. I hadn’t been in the mood to negotiate a scene as my thoughts were partially here and on my pending session tomorrow withRyan.
As I moved along the corridor, one of the club’s well-known switches came up to me. Leonard was in his late thirties and good at playing either a bottom or a Top. I knew many Dom and Domme friends of mine enjoyed topping Leonard. Leonard posed few challenges, if any, and some liked that. He had been impeccably trained to be a bottom, and had been mentored into being able to be a Service Top. He had few soft limits, even fewer hard limits, and he had zero problems topping or bottoming for either gender. In a sense, Leonard was a kink robot. He could do whatever, whenever, and he had the ability to switch from a Service Top to a bottom in the blink of an eye. Leonard also knew that he was good at playing bothsides.
All of these things were great to some, but in my eyes, Leonard lacked in one very crucial element; he wasn’t genuine in either role. I felt that Leonard would only be able to exist as a Service Top or bottom. He was too sterile and lacked authentic concern to be a Dom. And on the submissive side, he lacked true heart to please his Dom orDomme.
“Master Russell,” he called to me. “Sir, I was wondering if there’s anything that I may do to please you thisevening.”
Be cordial. Firm, butpolite.
“Leonard, are you myslave?”
“No, Sir. But if you’d like, I couldbe.”
Iblanched.
“Leonard, do I have aslave?”
“No, Sir.” He paused for a moment before he added, “Would you like one,Sir?”
“I would not like a slave, Leonard, nor do I have the desire to obtain a slave for any period of time. I am not a ‘Master.’ Please reserve that title for those who do haveslaves.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. Thank you for teaching me thatlesson.”
I nodded and resumed my walk. Unfortunately, he picked up the pace right besideme.
“Sir, may I speakfreely?”
“Ofcourse.”
“I wished that you would have mentoredme.”
“You had very good mentors,Leonard.”
“I did, yes, Sir. I agree. But, you are thebest.”
