The McGruders might intimidate Chris, but Yvonne was a refreshingly open girl with long blonde hair, big blue eyes, and blushing cheeks he wanted to bite. Her conversation was entertaining, and though she had an accent, her English was good.
Maybe scening with Yvonne would help take his mind off Kate. She was the first woman he’d been attracted to since his night with Kate, now almost a year ago. He’d done his DM shifts and helped others with scenes, but his heartwasn’t in it, and he hadn’t had sex other than with his right hand.
“So, you’re a masochist?” he inquired.
Yvonne bobbed her head, her eyes wide. “I am. I played with a sadist back home, but I’m also submissive, and he wasn’t very dominant. He just got off on giving pain.”
Chris gripped the hair at the back of her head and tugged; she melted on the spot. Oh yeah, the girl was submissive. He bent forward. “Would you like to do a scene with me?” he whispered in her ear.
“Umm, yes,” she squeaked.
Chris kissed her cheek and released her hair.
Yvonne sighed.
He chuckled. “Since we’ll be doing a short introduction scene, we don’t need excessive negotiations, but we need boundaries.”
More than her decisive nod, her answer showed her experience in BDSM. “My safeword is ‘Appel.’ It’s, umm, it’s Dutch for apple, I don’t know if I’ll remember to talk English, would you recognize it?”
He inclined his head. “Sure. Why apple?”
Yvonne chuckled. “I’m allergic to apples.” She tilted her head. “Very inconvenient, but an easy safeword to remember.”
“What about limits?” Chris inquired.
“I like clamps and clothespins. I’m open to a lot of impact play. No permanent damage, of course. Umm, no knives or burns. Wax play or fire cupping is okay, and I love electrical play. I think that’s about it.” She peeked at him expectantly.
“We don’t allow blood play at the club. A lot of what you describe, I won’t do in a first scene andmaybe not ever. I’m more Dominant and not a Sadist myself. There are Sadists in the club.” He pointed at Kate, who was wearing a dungeon monitor vest. “Kate is a very accomplished Domme and Sadist. How do you feel about playing with a woman?”
Yvonne chewed on the corner of her mouth. “Umm, I don’t know. I never tried it. I’m more attracted to men, I think.”
Chris smiled widely. “Good to know. How about sexual touching?”
“I… I like sex. Mark, um, my friend back home, had a physical problem, so we didn’t…” She fell silent and sighed. “We didn’t have sex, but I’m open to it.”
“All right. Anything else we should cover?” Chris asked, and Yvonne shook her head. Chris rose, pulled her to her feet and led her to the St. Andrew’s cross in the main room.
“Strip,” he ordered and watched as she shed her clothes with an easy acceptance. Nudity in a room full of people was clearly not a problem for her.
Chris contemplated his options for tonight’s play. A Dom always had the responsibility for the sub and the scene, but especially with someone new, he needed to pay attention to every detail. On the one hand, Chris liked the challenge it provided, and truth be told he hadn’t met a submissive yet who’d kept his attention for more than a few play sessions. On the other hand, after seeing his closest friend James fall in love, he wondered if he could find that special connection.But am I a ‘one-woman man’? And if not, why do I have this yearning inside?
He forced himself to focus on the woman at hand. He’d warm her up with a heavy flogger, paddle her a bit, and try taking a cane to her ass and upper thighs. He wanted to findout if she really was a masochist. She wouldn’t be the first person to overestimate her pain threshold. If she needed more, he would introduce her to a member with more sadistic tendencies. He wasn’t opposed to using a single tail, like James, but electro play wasn’t his kind of scene.Kate, on the other hand… Chris stopped his train of thought.
Why did his mind always wander to her? She was a Domme and a sadist and clearly not interested in him. When she couldn’t avoid him, she was distant and painfully polite. He hated it!
Chris still wanted to investigate his submissive side, but not tonight. He tied the now naked Yvonne to the cross and stroked her back and shoulders.
He pressed his chest against her back, giving her his weight and adding to her sensation of being restrained. She let out a shuddering breath.
Nice!
“Ready for the flogger?”
“Please, Sir.”
Good enough. Chris took the multi-strand whip and alternated light strokes with caresses of his free hand. When her eyes fluttered closed and she relaxed into the touches from both the leather and his hand, he ramped up the pace and intensity. When he reckoned she was warmed up, he pressed into her back and touched her pussy. Not completely dry but not dripping. He looked at her face. Calm, no signs of pain.
All right.
