4
Russell
I had been followingthe monthly calendar of events at the local kink club I belonged to as I was eager to find a new opportunity to share with Ryan. While I had taken Ryan to the club twice before, they were both on nights that the club wasn’t busy and no events were taking place. I had wanted Ryan to get his feet wet in that atmosphere, and simply walk around with me. The next step would be for me to play with him in the club. He had done well at parties, but the club would be a different atmosphere for him.
Since nothing was taking place tonight, I felt that it would be a perfect night for us to go and have a light play session. I didn’t want a heavy session, though. I reserved heavy sessions for home where we are free of any distractions. What I had in mind for tonight was a flogging session, and I proposed the idea to him when we met for breakfast.
“Ryan, there aren’t any events scheduled tonight at the club,” I began. I watched him while he shoveled a fork stacked with pancakes and dripping with syrup into his mouth. “I thought that since there won’t be a lot of people there tonight that to would be a good night for us to go and have a session. What are your thoughts?” I inquired.
He nodded as he chewed and then reached for his juice. When his mouth was free of pancakes, he leaned back in his chair and flashed me his smile. I focused on that dimple as he spoke.
“You want to take me to your club and fuck me,” he playfully teased.
I raised my eyebrow at him, as if I could ever just fuck him. I casually reached for my coffee cup, took a slow sip and then addressed his idea of the evening.
“Not quite, Ryan. I would like to take you to the club and have your first session there this evening. Specifically, a flogging.”
He nodded again, this time growing more serious.
“Okay, yes. I would like that,” Ryan admitted.
I could see the wheels spinning in his head as his eyes darted around on the table. His hand seemed to nervously reach his for his stomach.Settle him.
“You and I will pick a room or station together. If you are uncomfortable with one, we will pick another, Ryan.”
“But, aren’t you supposed to pick it?”
Even though Ryan has known for a while now that what we have is different and very special, he sometimes falls into some misconceptions.
“We will negotiate the location together and session together, as we do at my home or at a party.” I gave him a few moments to settle on that statement. “Just because we are playing in a club, doesn’t mean that aspects of our dynamic go to the wayside,” I explained.
“Okay, I understand,” Ryan agreed.
“Explain to me what you understand,” I instructed.
Too many times, Ryan will say that he understands something when I’m not certain that he fully grasps the entire meaning. Sometimes he thinks he understands and then when I ask him to explain, he has latched onto a misconception.
“I understand that we will still pick the details of the session out together even when we’re in the club,” he replied.
I wasn’t completely satisfied and wanted to take it a step further.
“What about your safe word, Ryan?”
“We still use it, even in the club,” he responded.
“Good boy. And when do we use it?”
“When I feel like I need the session to stop.”
“Good, but when else can we use it?” I probed further.
“Whenever I’m uncomfortable in a setting. Or party. But in terms of the club, I think if we were watching a scene that made me uncomfortable, I would use it.”
“Good boy, Ryan,” I praised.
His boyish smile had returned along with those dimples that hold me hostage.
“Russell,” Ryan began but then his voice trailed off.
