Chapter 14 : Now, Strip
Chapter 14: Now, Strip
Callan
“It doesn't exactly work like that.” Gideon said.
“If you want to enter the lifestyle to spice things up in your relationship, he will have to take training as a dominant as well.” He added.
“Oh, he has done the training.” I replied, lying smoothly. I don't even know what he is talking about.
“It is just me who needs to become a better submissive.’
“Did he do it here? What is his name?”
Crap, I didn't think there would be follow up questions.
“No, he did it at another club.” I replied evasively, hopefully that will be enough.
“Are you about this? Even if you trust your boyfriend, you shouldn't submit to him on a certain level if he doesn't know what he is doing.” He explained.
“Otherwise, it can easily lead to abuse.” He added after a small pause.
I flinched at the last words and he looked at me very concerned. It was such a bad idea to come here. He is going to guess and I don't want to replicate the experience of the last time social services visited us.
“No, it is nothing like that, don't worry.” I said joyfully.
Again, I flash my best smile to drive my point home but he barely seems to believe me.
“Besides, what is the problem with learning?” I didn't want to think of what would happen to me if I came home without having learnt anything.
“If you are sure then.” He finally said.
“We will do a bit of theory and then a practical lesson. Please sit down.”
I barely restrain a sign of relief as I take a seat in a chair in front of him.
“Bdsm is basically a form of roleplay in which someone surrenders control to someone else.” He began.
“The one giving up control is called a submissive and the one taking it is called a dominant. It has various degrees of intensity, in some relationships. It is practiced only during sex while others live their everyday life according to it. The central point of this lifestyle however, is that it is always practiced in a consensual way. The submissive may look like he is being abused by his dominant because the latter orders him around but it is just appearance.”
I feel I didn't manage to convince this master Gideon properly since he spent a lot of time insisting on avoiding abuse. He continues by explaining to me how the duties and rules of the dominant and submissive are listed in a contract that both parties sign in the case of a relationship that goes further than one night. Then he broached the subject of safe words.
“Since the scene enacted can get really intense, physically or mentally, the submissive always has a way to back out of it by the use of a safe word. They are often the words agreed by both parties. If the submissive is gagged, a gesture is agreed upon beforehand to replace the actual word but there is always a means to escape. You should never agree to begin a scene with your boyfriend or anyone else without having agreed on a safe word or a way to stop that you can escape.”
This sounds a lot like what the stranger explained to me before our threesome. He must have been dominant. It is true it was nice to have a way to stop everything, I will try to convince Asher to use that in the future. Since he loves me, he should accept when it is just too much for me, right?
“Do you have any questions at this stage?” He asked.
“No, it is pretty clear.” I replied with fake enthusiasm.
“We are going to delve into the practice lesson now. You should address me as Master Gideon for the remaining time.” He told me.
“There is a sudden shift in his stance, like he looks bigger and more commanding. His tone doesn't make room for negotiation and I naturally want to obey his request or mess up a bit and see what happens.
“Yes, master Gideon.” I replied, barely repressing a sigh.
The whole Master thing is just ridiculous, how can people say that with a straight face and to random strangers at that?
“I won't ask difficult things, but I expect you to immediately obey any commands that I give from now on like a dominant will require of you. Is that clear?”
“Yes, master Gideon.” I replied.
“But shouldn't we agree on a safe word first?” I add, smirking.
I know this is a bit insolent but he just spent the better part of filthy minutes explaining their importance to me.
“Someone listened very well.” He chuckled.
“So you can say red if things go too far for you. Now strip into your boxers.” He ordered.
His authoritative voice makes me shiver in anticipation. I didn't really hesitate before complying. I have never been a modest person anyway. I hope he won't notice my semi-hard dick in my tight boxers but I didn't really care if he does. I am sure he had seen plenty of others.
“The first position you will learn is attention, this one is very simple. Just stand straight, your feet joined together, your head slightly lowered and your arms along your body, hands on your thighs.”
I follow his directions, which are quite easy indeed, then he makes me adopt another position he calls standing display with my legs a bit more parted and my hands laced behind my back.
“In this position, your dominant can inspect your body.” He explained.
“What is this by the way?” He asked, pointing at the yellow spot on my side.
Shit, I should have hidden it better. By now, I know I have to conceal faded bruises with make up but I hadn't thought I would have to get naked.
“Nothing, master Gideon.” I lied smoothly.
“I fell badly.” I added.
I can't tell if he believes a word of it or not, I have never been good at reading people.
“You should be a bit more careful,” he said as if nothing had happened.
“Your knees are all red and a bit bruised, we will use a pillow for practicing the kneeling position.”
He taught me two different kinds of kneeling to learn to kneel gracefully from the standing ones to those but that we will practice this another day.
“And that is the end of our lesson today.” He said.
Is it? I am not sure of what Asher expected. I don't think he will be very pleased, quite the opposite. None of this is going to make me a better slut in his eyes so he will be quite pissed to have spent money for nothing. Waves of panic start to hit me but I can't lose it in front of this man.
“You can put back on your clothes.” He said.
“Thank you, master Gideon.” I muttered, making me decent again.
“Goodbye then.”