Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
That rankled a bit, and Tyler hid a smile as he followed his Mistress.
I glanced over at Ivy and found her looking back at me, clearly laughing behind her raised hand.
I subtly shot her the bird.
That only made her laugh harder.
Red faced, she shook her head at me and smiled so bright I couldn’t help but smile back in return.
Her smile fell a little bit, then reformed into something softer.
Something infinitely more powerful.
The bell for class beginning rang and I turned my attention to the front of the room.
As much as I wanted to spend the entire class staring at my obsession, if Mistress Susan caught me spacing out, she would no doubt call me on it.
I was not going to give that woman any excuse to torment me.
The room grew dimmer as the sun began to disappear over the horizon, creating an intimate atmosphere that Mistress Susan furthered by sitting on a wide, black leather couch rather than sitting behind the desk near the wall facing away from the windows. Tyler sat on the floor next to her, and she idly ran her hand through his hair. Crossing her long legs, she gave everyone a friendly, happy smile.
I wanted to shout to everyone to be careful, that her smile was a lie, but I kept my mouth shut.
“Welcome to my class on edging and orgasm denial,” Susan said and I could easily hear her through the speakers at the back corners of the room. “I have always had a fondness for this particular kink, one that my submissive shares. Isn’t that right, Tyler?”
He grinned up at her, his affection open and easy. “I love whatever you love, my Mistress.”
She gave his cheek a sharp slap, a pink handprint appearing on his skin as she said, “Honest answers only, Tyler. You know I don’t like pretty drivel.”
He rested his head against her thigh as he said, “I both love and hate it. The orgasms are intense, the connection between us powerful, but the frustration is….”
“Exquisite?” Mistress Susan said with a small smile.
“Not quite,” Tyler replied in such a dry tone that everyone laughed. “More like the ultimate itch that I can’t scratch. And it just gets more and more intense and irritating until I think I’ll go out of my mind. But the relief is so, so good when you finally let me climax. I swear I come so hard I nearly black out.”
Mistress Susan gave him a dry look, the lines around her mouth deepening as she said, “You find my technique irritating?”
He immediately took her hand and placed a kiss on it. “Only in the best of ways.”
She smiled down at him with a sigh. “Thank you for being honest with me.” Turning her head at an angle that emphasized her pretty face, Mistress Susan looked at the class as she said, “See, that is what honesty in a BDSM partnership looks like. He said something that I could have easily taken offense to and punished him for, but that would be silly. We aren’t in a scene and my ego isn’t so fragile that a few words will have me in tears.”
The class laughed at this and I risked a glance over at Ivy. She seemed entranced by Mistress Susan, and I was reminded again that Ivy had a taste for women as well as men. I didn’t mind sharing her with another submissive, but another Dominant was a whole different thing. Ivy was mine. Period. No other Dominant would get the pleasure of her touch or taste.
“If you are going to Master, or Mistress”—Susan’s knowing wink was met with soft laughter—“the art of edging and orgasm denial you need honesty with your submissive. If they lie about being close, or that something turns them on, or that they aren’t into what’s going on, you are going to have a very unfulfilling scene. And as I’m sure we all know, nothing is more tragic than a lovely sex scene fizzling into boredom. The kind of sex where you come just so you can get out of there.”
“Coming in self-defense,” Tyler said with a grin at his Mistress.
“Exactly.” She ran her hands through his hair, her gaze on the class as she said, “And subs, don’t think you get out of any responsibility for the success of a scene. Even if your shared kink is to have you lie there and just take it, BDSM is nothing without the mental and physical connection between partners. You can’t pretend with BDSM, it has bad consequences. Ask my friend who hated nipple play but pretended to like it for his girlfriend. He endured two years of it until one day he snapped and the truth came out. They broke up not long after. Please consider this as I continue with my lecture. At the end of my presentation, we’ll do some hands on experimentation. I’ll need volunteers, but only honest ones.”