“I appreciate thecompliment.”
“Sir, I know that it’s been a while since you have mentored, and I had wanted to have the opportunity to learn from you. May I bottom for you tonight and show you how obedient I can be? Perhaps if I’ve pleased you, you’d consider taking me on as anapprentice?”
“I’m sorry, but I’ve just taken on an apprentice,Leonard.”
“But, Sir.” He ran ahead and stopped in front of me with an urgent look on his face. “Sir, had I known you were accepting an apprentice, I would have reached out to express myinterest.”
“I wasn’t accepting applications, Leonard.” I sidestepped him and casually looked in a few of the public playrooms.
“But, Sir. You took someone new. Is it someone from theclub?”
“No. And if it were, it wouldn’t be yourconcern.”
“But,Sir—”
“Leonard, our conversation is done. Please go find a suitable Top to submit to this evening.Goodnight.”
I left Leonard standing with a shocked expression on his face and went to an area of the club where many people often congregated when they were looking to negotiate with a Top. I wasn’t surprised when I saw about eleven people waiting. I knew that one of the other Service Tops was still playing with the masochist. There were few experienced Service Tops in the club, and those of us that did exist, were never short on sessions. Even though many waited in hopes of locking up a session with a Top, I wasn’t one who would hurry a session along just to get to the next one. Any bottom, Dom, or Domme that negotiated a session with me received my full attention for the duration. I don’t cut corners and everyone in the club knew that. I had quite the reputation and had been proud ofit.
I had thought that once I saw all of the people who had waited for a scene tonight that it would have put me in the mood to negotiate with a bottom. If anything, all it did was want to drive me further fromhere.
My thoughts were on Ryan. I decided to leave a message for Nick at the front desk to let him know I had gone home for the evening. I wanted to prep the play room for tomorrow before my phone call with Ryantonight.
As I cleaned the leather pads on the spanking bench, I couldn’t keep my thoughts from straying to Ryan. I began to think about all of the bottoms or couples that I had played with over the years. They had all had needs. Some greater than others. There had been one other bottom that I had played with that reminded me an awful lot of Ryan. She and I had played on a number of occasions and I had been almost disastrously drawn to her in my youngeryears.
There she was.Again. She hadn’t been brand new to the club, but she wasn’t seasoned either. She always came directly to the area by the window where bottoms congregated as they waited for a Service Top or someone who had been looking just for a session. She never arrived with anyone, and never left with anyone. She kept to herself; never started up conversations or engaged in club gossip. She had simply been there to feel fulfilled and have her needsmet.
She played many nights and often came back the next for more. The ache that burned inside her was too much to ignore, or keep her away. She was a hurting soul and no one around me saw it. Or if they did, no one said anything. Perhaps that’s why she sought Tops. Any form of commitment ended upon the completion of the scene. Few questions asked. Hurting souls were a lot like that. They give in just enough until the aches go away temporarily and then they backaway.
I approached her and asked what sort of session she had wanted. This was after months of watching her and observing her from a distance, and I knew she leaned on heavy impact sessions. I rarely asked questions that I had no idea what the response would be, so I had an idea of what was coming. She looked up at me with wide stunned eyes and then looked quickly behindher.
“Me?”
“Yes, sweetheart.” I glanced around, noting no one else was in sight. She had been surprised that I had spoken to her. “You are looking for a session tonight, yes?” I calmlyasked.
She nervously rubbed her index fingers over her thumbs. I had seen her do it a million times. She quicklynodded.
“It’s just—” She blushed and looked down for a moment before she brought her head up and looked at me. “I had never expected to be able to scene with a man likeyou.”
“The club has many great Service Tops. You’ve played with some I’venoticed.”
“Yes, Sir. They have all been great to play with. But they all say you’re the best. I’ve overheard the other bottoms and even the submissives, say that you’re thebest.”
She was kind enough to mention that all those that she had played with had been great, but she still came in night after night looking for something or had a need, an itch that hadn’t been scratchedproperly.
“Thank you for the compliment, my dear. What are you interested in thisevening?”
“Paddled,” rushed from her lips. “Sir. To be paddledhard.”
I nodded and held out my hand for her to take. I helped her stand and went over my routine set of questions that I asked of all the individuals that put their trust in me for asession.
“Do you have any areas on your body that I shouldavoid?”
“No,Sir.”
“Any medical condition in which I should be awareof?”
“No,Sir.”
