“I’m trying not to sound terrified,” I admitted.
“You should be a little terrified,” Majesty said with surprising frankness. “If you weren’t, I’d be worried you didn’t understand what you were signing up for. But that’s why we wanted to meet tonight—so you can ask us anything. No filters, no judgment.”
The server arrived then. Candace, whom I’d seen here dozens of times. She gave me a quick, curious glance before taking our drink orders. Majesty ordered a bourbon, Lex a scotch, and I asked for a glass of white wine, needing something to take the edge off.
“So,” I said once Candace left, deciding to be brave. “What exactly made you both decide to teach this course? Multi-partner dynamics isn’t exactly beginner-level stuff.”
Majesty and Lex exchanged a look, one of those wordless communications that spoke of years working together.
“We’ve been teaching various workshops for about five years now,” Majesty explained. “Started with basics, rope work, impact play, and protocol. But we kept getting the samequestions from people in established dynamics who wanted to expand their relationships. How do you add a third? How do you maintain balance? How do you prevent jealousy from destroying everything?”
“Those are complicated questions,” I said. Hell, I was curious myself.
“Exactly.” Lex’s fingers drummed once against the table. “Most people approach multi-partner relationships from a place of fantasy rather than reality. They don’t understand the communication required, the emotional labor, and the constant negotiation. We wanted to create a space where people could learn those skills in a structured environment.”
“And you need an assistant because...?”
“Because,” Majesty grinned, “we’re going to be demonstrating a lot of these dynamics in real-time. Having a third person who’s willing to participate–even just observationally—helps students see how the communication actually works. Plus, you’ll help with logistics, answer questions when we’re in the middle of a demonstration, that kind of thing. There’s nothing that helps submissives feel more at ease than another submissive’s testimony.”
“What kind of demonstrations? Testimony?” I asked, then immediately wanted to take it back. Did I really want to know?
“Nothing you’re not comfortable with,” Lex said immediately, his tone firm. “That’s non-negotiable. We’ll discuss your limits before we even begin. Hard limits, soft limits, things you’re curious about but need to ease into. Everything is negotiated. And they’ll want to know your thoughts, too.”
Candace returned with our drinks, and we paused to order food. I suggested the seafood-stuffed steak, and both men took my recommendation, Majesty getting the mac and cheese and fries, Lex opting for the broccolini and mashed potatoes–same as me.
Once Candace left, Majesty raised his glass. “To new adventures and clear communication.”
We clinked glasses, and I took a sip of wine, letting it warm away some of my nerves.
“So,” Lex said, setting his scotch down with deliberate care. “Any other questions for us?”
I had about a thousand, but one rose to the surface first. “Why do you two work together? I mean, you co-own a business, you teach together—that’s a lot of partnership. How does that work?”
Majesty’s laugh was warm and genuine. “That’s actually a really good question. Most people don’t ask that.”
“We complement each other,” Lex said simply. “Majesty is better with people—he reads a room, knows how to make someone feel at ease. I’m better with structure and technical precision. Together, we cover more ground than either of us could alone.”
“Plus,” Majesty added with a grin, “he keeps me from being too chaotic, and I keep him from being too rigid. It’s a good balance.”
“How long have you known each other?”
“Eighteen years,” Lex answered. “Met at college, realized we had similar philosophies about teaching, kinks, wood techniques, and community building. Started the furniture business three years later.”
“That’s a long time to know someone. What kind of furniture do you make?” I asked, genuinely curious.
Majesty’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “The fun kind. Spanking benches, bondage frames, custom pieces for people with specific needs. We do a lot of high-end custom work—stuff that looks like regular furniture but has hidden features.”
“Like what?”
“Like a bed frame with discreet attachment points,” Lex supplied. “Or a coffee table that converts into a kneeling bench. We pride ourselves on craftsmanship and discretion.”
I tried to picture their workshop and failed. “That’s... not what I expected.”
“What did you expect?” Majesty asked, clearly enjoying my reaction.
“I don’t know. Something less legitimate?”
Lex’s eyebrow arched. “You thought we were running an illegal operation?”
