“I’m hosting a dinner Saturday evening,” Elara explained. “Just for the submissives in the workshop and maybe a few others. A chance to connect without the Dominants around, you know? Share experiences, support each other. I’d love for you to come.”
The invitation surprised me. “Really?”
“Absolutely.” Scarlett smiled. “We’ve all been watching you this week. You’re doing great, and it would be nice to get to know you better outside of class.”
“It’ll be ten to twelve of us,” Iris added. “Casual, supportive. No pressure.”
I looked at Majesty and Lex. “Is that okay? Can I go?”
Something shifted in both their expressions. Pride, maybe. Or appreciation that I’d asked.
“Of course you can go,” Lex said. “You don’t need our permission for something like that.”
“But I appreciate that you asked,” Majesty added, his hand squeezing my hip gently.
“Then I’d love to come,” I said to Elara. “What should I bring?”
“Just a bottle of wine if you want. We’re having it at my cabin on the property. Six p.m., casual dress.”
“I’ll be there.”
The women smiled and headed back to their groups, and I turned to find both men watching me with expressions I couldn’t quite read.
“What?” I asked.
“You fit here,” Majesty said simply. “With us, with this community. It’s good to see.”
“I feel like I fit.” I glanced around to make sure no one was close enough to hear. “Especially after last night.”
Lex’s eyes darkened. “Don’t start something you can’t finish right now. We have a whole afternoon of class ahead of us.”
“Who says I can’t finish it?” I raised an eyebrow, feeling bold.
Majesty laughed. “She’s getting bratty. I like it.”
“We’ll deal with the brat later,” Lex promised, his voice low. “Right now, we have students to teach.”
They moved back toward the front of the room as people started filtering back in. I settled into my observation spot, trying to focus on the lesson and not on the fact that I could still feel where they’d been inside me.
The afternoon session on truth layering was fascinating to watch. Partners asking progressively more intimate questions, learning to be vulnerable with each other.
“What’s your deepest fear about this relationship?” one woman asked her partners.
“That I’m not enough for both of you,” came the honest answer.
“What’s the hardest thing you’ve never told us?” another person asked.
“That sometimes I feel invisible when you two are together.”
The room was heavy with emotion, with people sharing truths they’d been carrying. And through it all, Majesty and Lex guided them with such care, such respect for their vulnerability.
During one exercise, Lex called me over. “Cami, I want you to demonstrate with us. Is that okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
We settled on the mat, me in the middle with them on either side, facing the students.
“The three of us are building something together,” Majesty explained. “It’s new, it’s intense, and it requires constant communication. So we’re going to demonstrate truth layering in real time.”
