It had been a while since I had watched James play or have a session with someone. He was amazing to watch because he took so much pride in what he did. He also cared so much about his play partner and took good care of them. I missed that.
Elise is new and will get there.
“I don’t think they are having a session. James didn’t reserve a room or anything, but they may have found one,” Ali informed me as she looked at the room reservation sheet.
“Okay. I’ll roam around and see if I can find him and will wait for a good time to talk to him.”
I picked up Elise’s crop and headed inside. James sticks out in a crowd, so I glanced around for him in the main room. He’s tall, but it isn’t his height that catches attention. He has a presence about him that instantly draws eyes to him. I thought that if I spotted him now and if he didn’t look like he was in the middle of something, I’d talk to him about the crop.
When I didn’t spot him right away, I headed down the hallways past some of the rooms to the men’s locker room. My ass was aching badly, and I was in dire need of the lotion. As soon as I turned a corner, I could hear his deep voice and came to a stop. A short distance away, James stood in a doorway to a room with Brandon.
James wore black pants with a white button-down long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up just past his elbows. His arm was around Brandon’s shoulder, and his hand hung loosely down Brandon’s chest. James was explaining something to Brandon about aftercare. The tone James was using sounded as though this might be a delicate topic. Brandon was watching whatever was going on in the room while sporting a hard-on.
I wasn’t able to make out more than a few words that James was saying. As I watched James’ hand flatten and then pat Brandon’s chest reassuringly, I couldn’t help but feel a longing ache in my chest. As much as I loved the fact that I had grown into my own in this kink world, I still missed being under James’ care and protection. It was times like these when I saw him mentoring and caring for someone else, that I felt the loss the most.
Elise will get there.
I quickly went into the locker room to take care of my main reason for coming here today. I opened my locker and spotted the medication lotion quickly. I set it on the bench, and then I pulled off my shoes and pants before I stuffed them in the locker. After I put Elise’s crop in the locker, I closed it and went over to the section in the locker room that had padded massage tables set up. Thankfully, no one was around because I didn’t want anyone to ask me anything.
I pulled a rolled-up towel from the warming rack and draped it over the massage table. After I pushed my boxer briefs down and off, I put some lotion on a few fingertips and tried to carefully apply it to some of the welts. When it felt like I had the welts covered with the medicated lotion, I got on the massage table, balled up another towel for my head, and laid face down. I turned my head to the side and put the side of my face without the mark on the pillow that I made out of the towel.
“Ah, this is nice,” I said under my breath.
The ceiling fan overhead moved slowly and gave the damp lotion on my ass a cooling effect. The locker room was quiet and peaceful, and this padded massage table was so comfortable. Since I had been sleeping on a rough, wooden pallet for a while now, even the things that were slightly soft seemed luxurious to me. Though I had earned a throw from Mistress Elise for the pallet, it hadn’t made it very soft.
I closed my eyes, relaxed, and let my head run wild with everything that had been on my mind. As I laid there under the calm draft of the ceiling fan, I thought about my current state. Many things that have happened recently would be considered red flags to most people in this club. Even though I knew there were a lot of things that were red flags, I decided to dissect them down. Besides, I was in no hurry to move off this padded surface.
I was banged up, had to call out sick to work, and lying alone in the locker room of Club Oxygen. My ass might have permanent marks from Elise paddling me multiple days in a row without giving the wounds a chance to heal and the skin to recover.
That sucked.
I frowned at the thought of my ass being possibly permanently marred, and in doing so, I winced at the slight throb on my face. Her ring had cut me when she slapped me. That was an accident, though. I thought back to our mutually signed contract. In the comments section, I specifically put that I didn’t want any marks on my face.
She ignored that.
Hadn’t she?
Hmm.
The more I thought about this, I wasn’t so sure if I could categorize my face wound from her ring as Elise blatantly ignoring something from the contract. We had determined that slapping my face was okay and acceptable. I liked it, actually. The ring part had been an accident.
As I thought about it, I realized that I couldn’t say the cut on my cheek was from her being reckless.
However, she ignored my safe word. She had been relentless with paddling me. Multiple times she had hit my tailbone, which had caused my body to jerk and move. Each time my body jerked out of the direct path of being hit on the tailbone, she’d get angry and hit my lower back. After the fourth or fifth strike to my lower back and kidneys, I had to put an end to it. No longer was it safe play.
I reminded myself that she had stopped. Eventually. She stopped once she realized that I had been saying my safe word, so that wasn’t all bad. She did stop. It just took her longer than I would have ever imagined.
In all my years as a member of this club, I had never ever said my safe word. All of the Tops, Doms, Mistresses, and Domme’s that I had played with had always asked me what my limits were and what my safe word was. I never had a doubt in my mind that they’d ignore my safe word if the situation arose where I needed to say it.
I thought back to this afternoon. Maybe I hadn’t said it loud enough for her to hear. Maybe she had top-space going on and was trapped in a tunnel vision type of state. I could come up with lots of excuses, but I knew that she had been in the wrong.
“Damn,” a familiar voice said. “Dude, are you okay?”
I opened my eyes and saw Brandon walking closer to me. His eyes kept flicking from mine to my ass. I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked over my shoulder to watch him as he looked at my injured ass. His stylishly, messy light brown hair concealed his raised eyebrows. I knew how this probably looked.
“What happened, man?”
“A lengthy paddling,” I said with a smirk.
