"Grace... I need you to dom Jim."
"WHAT?" Grace protested. "I take over your regulars so you can be with Jim!"
Claire nodded, crossing her arms and staring down at the floor. "I know. But this is what I need now."
"Why? I won't even think about it unless I understand."
"Because I'm falling in love with him, Grace."
"So you want him to sleep with someone else?"
"Not necessarily sleep with... unless it comes to that, I guess. But I need him to experience someone else. I need to know he's in love me and not just in love with a Domme."
Grace sighed. "I would feel like I was damned if I do, damned if I don't. If he hated it, he would hate me, and you would think I didn't treat him right. If he loved it, you'd be disappointed thinking he didn't love you. Which I think he does, for the record. This just doesn't sound like it will end well for me, no offense. What about the others?"
Claire shook her head. "He won't go with any of the others. I've tried."
"What makes you think he will go with me?"
"Because," Claire began. "I told him that I need him to be with just one other Domme. For my piece of mind. And that you and I have a past and that I trust you. I made it clear we can't move forward until he agrees to experience someone else."
Grace felt helpless. She really did have a hard time saying no; sometimes she felt she was good-hearted to a fault.
"Why don't you just believe Jim when he says he cares about you and wants to be only with you?" Grace tried one more time. "He's such a good guy... he's not tricking you or playing with your heart."
"I know," Claire agreed. "But I'm afraid he doesn't know his own heart. Doesn't know what he really wants. And if I'm going to do this with him... I need to be sure."
Grace furrowed her brow. "Do what with him, exactly?"
Claire hesitated. "Give up my power. When we're together outside of the club, I'm... different. He's just Jim. In the club he's different. But the Jim I've always known, worked with... I'm different with him. And if I'm going to commit to being that person, I need to know, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that he's in love with ME, not Mistress. Please?"
As Grace rode the monorail to the Asylum, this conversation with Claire last week zoomed through her head on replay.
Grace was now a bundle of nerves. They had been through so much together; they were thicker than blood, and she couldn't handle that level of loss if their friendship were to break. Plus, if Grace was being really honest, she did not enjoy dominating. She much preferred to be a sexual submissive but was able to switch every now and then. Grace decided she would make this experience as clinical as possible. She would use this as a teaching/learning experience for Jim. She would separate herself and would absolutely NOT allow him to penetrate her - she just couldn't do that to Claire.
Jim sat at the bar talking to Zac as he gently nursed an iced tea, a bit apprehensive. Claire had said she needed him to scene with Grace so that she could be positive he had feelings for Claire and not just Mistress. He'd been reluctant but agreed. She was worth one night of awkward discomfort. He did wish he could settle his nerves with a bit of alcohol, but Mistress Grace was clear that she had a zero alcohol policy; she insisted her playthings were completely sober and consenting.
He wasn't told to wear anything specific so he chose to wear jeans, a white button-up, and a corduroy blazer. He was starting to feel more confident in his own skin— almost desirable. Claire had done a lot for his confidence over their limited time together. Jim glanced around the room, waiting for his temporary mistress to arrive.
At 11:00 p.m. Grace entered the club. She wanted to arrive right on time, since her anxiety would get the better of her if she had to sit and wait. Claire had said Jim would be punctual, and sure enough, he was sitting at the bar waiting. Grace had to admit, he was cute in a puppy-dog sort of way; not her usual cup of tea, but he really was adorable. Maybe playing this evening wouldn't be so bad. She strode up to the bar, feeling powerful as her heels clacked with every stride she took. Mistress Grace was mentally prepared for the evening, so she tapped Jim on the shoulder and demanded, "Come."
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Jim followed behind Mistress Grace, finding himself needing to jog a bit to keep up with her. She was a tiny little thing but apparently quite nimble. Jim felt a bit guilty when he caught himself glancing at her bottom, but he tried to shake it off. Claire wanted this for him, and he was determined to give it a fair shot, if only to prove to her that he loved her. He chuckled to himself, realizing most men would be envious that their "girlfriend" wanted them to sleep with someone else with full permission. Grace was cute— not quite Claire of course, but he found her attractive enough. Jim doubted he'd be aroused enough to have sex but figured he'd at least see if Grace would teach him to be the perfect sub for Claire.
Jim almost bumped into Mistress Grace outside room 3; he was too busy with his inner monologue to pay attention. He needed to get into a better headspace, or he was sure he was going to earn a punishment. Mistress Grace opened the door and ushered him in.
"Don't just stand there with your mouth hanging open. You look like a fish out of water," Mistress Grace scolded.
Jim was just taken aback by the room. Honestly - what type of establishment was this anyway? Wayne was eccentric, — Jim knew— but this...? First, there were what he would consider to be "typical" BDSM playrooms. Then he knew they had a classroom because he had used that before. And now a fucking doctor's office?!
I am not doing a goddamn prostate exam. Hescowled as he berated the room in his head. This was not the evening he was wanting. But then his new Mistress took off her overcoat to reveal one of those sexy little nurse outfits, and he couldn't help but ogle her.
Beneath that coat was the sexiest nurse he had ever seen. Mistress Grace had dressed in a black leather nurse costume. She had a short, pleated skirt that hardly covered the crease beneath her bum. Her thong straps came well above the waist of her skirt, resting against the crests of her hip bones. The red accented skirt was paired with a small, crop top jacket with built-in brazier that cupped her supple breasts in a most delectable way.
Jim felt guilty about the twitching his cock was doing as his eyes roamed over her body, but he kept reminding himself that this was all for Claire. He closed his eyes, allowing his mindset to switch to a more submissive role. He knelt on the floor the way he knew his Mistress liked, lacing his fingers behind his head, spreading his knees and waiting for instruction.
"Alright, Pup. Mistress Claire has informed me that you have indeed been a naughty boy and that you wish to seek out some training to make your mistress happy. Is this correct?" Grace rested her hands on her hips in the most authoritative way she could. She got a bit self conscious when she watched the man's mustache twitch a little as he held back a laugh. Jim just couldn't help it though. This woman held no candle to Claire, and try as she might, this little pip squeak of a girl was not domineering at all.
"What are we even doing here?" Grace scoffed with her own amusement. Jim sensed the mood change and allowed himself some freedom.
"I have no damn clue," he said with a chuckle.
"Look, let's just sit for a second, if that's ok?" Grace allowed her features to soften as she took Jim over to the examination table to sit.
He took the time to take in the room completely for the first time. The table was blue vinyl, complete with a thin layer of paper and a little stool to help climb up. The details of this room were incredible, right down to the smell of rubbing alcohol.
"Look, Jim. I know this is... awkward at best. It is for me too. I care a lot about my friendship with Claire, so I feel a lot of pressure going into this. Perhaps if we talk first— get the awkwardness out of the way... we could continue our scene. How do you feel about that?"
"Sure," Jim offered with a reassuring smile.
"What do you want out of this? We both know Claire's goals, but what are yours?" Grace crossed her legs at the ankle as she sat on her little doctor's stool, and she crossed her arms over her chest. She was uncomfortable with this whole situation and suddenly felt self conscious and silly.
"I... I guess I want you to show me what Claire wants. I want to know how to please her. If that's you training me to be a better sub, so be it. I can't think of a better trainer than another submissive, to be frank. But... maybe..." Jim trailed off, seemingly having a difficult time putting his thoughts into words. Grace sat and waited patiently. "I don't know, maybe you could teach me what you like in a Dominant?"
Grace's eyes grew large at that, and she pulled the corners of her mouth down in surprise and disagreement. "What? You.. you want to learn to be a Dominant? I'm sorry Jim, but Claire won't like that. She was a submissive one time, and it didn't go as she expected. She very much needs to dominate," she stated matter-of-factly.
"No, not necessarily. But... Claire won't let me... you know... make love to her." Jim looked away and shrugged off the embarrassment that he felt at expressing this intimate detail.
After composing himself, he continued, "She always seems to pull away. This Mistress/Toy thing isn't all that she wants. I can tell. And it's not all I want either. I just want Claire. But I think if I give her something else, something different... well, I'd want to do it in a way that won't scare her off. Like you said, she didn't have a good experience and I don't want to make it worse. Could you give me some do's and don'ts, maybe? You know her better than anyone else."
Jim exhaled a deep breath that he didn't know he was holding as he poured out his soul to Grace. In response, Grace reached over and placed a hand on his knee and squeezed; her eyes held empathy and understanding.
"You're good for her. You know that? I can already see her changing." Grace smiled softly before uncrossing her legs and standing. "Ok, how about this? Let's just... make this clinical. Like a 'how to be Claire's lover 101.' I don't think either of us are interested in sex with each other."
She glanced at Jim as he nodded in agreement. "Right. Ok, so let's just have lessons. I've played with her before. I know what she likes and doesn't. I know how to be the perfect submissive, and I know a few Dom tricks. It's not my cup of tea, but every now and then I have to take on that role, so I can teach you some of that as well. Plus, I can show you what I personally look for from a Dominant."
Jim nodded and offered Grace the cutest grin she had ever seen. He was like a cute little puppy— so eager and excited to please. Grace felt confident now that they had this conversation.
Time to get started.
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"Okay, Jim. This is just... just two friends hanging out." Grace giggled as she tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "Let's start with what Claire wants in a submissive, shall we? I know one of her biggest kinks is sensory play. How do you feel you do on that front?" Grace walked over to her "medicine cabinet" to look through the equipment this room had to offer.
Jim watched as Grace rifled through the cabinet, thinking back on his only sensory experience and realizing it was deprivation over sensation. "Well, to be honest— we only tried it once, I think. It was sort of a punishment, and we did a sensory deprivation thing. But it brought up some bad emotions for me, from being a cop I guess. Part of it was fun. I just can't be completely alone with my thoughts."
Grace found a handful of items, put them on her prep tray, and wheeled it over to Jim.
"Jim? Do you have safe words with Claire?"
"Yes. Red, Yellow, and Green."
"Good. Ok, so to address the sensory deprivation. As a submissive, I feel it is one of the most freeing things I can experience. To be so... reliant... dependent... on your partner. It really gets me off. But I can see how it could be upsetting. You've already experienced that anyway, so this little doctor's appointment is going to be all about touch. Do you know what this is?" She held up some sort of hand-held spiked pinwheel. It was a few inches in diameter and looked terrifying. Jim's eyes bulged out of his head, and he scooted back a bit.
"No. No, I can't say I have any clue. Can't say I'm excited about it either," he added honestly.
"Touch it with your finger. It's not so bad. It's called a Wartenberg pinwheel. It feels absolutely orgasmic when it's run over your body. For women, especially over the nipples and clitoris. Strip down for me and lay back on the table. I'm going to restrain you for this, but just remember your safe words, ok?"
Jim clamored off the table and quickly took his clothes off. He actually found himself a bit shy at this point. Perhaps it was being stone cold sober and taking this from a clinical perspective, but he knew he'd get over it in time. He got back on the table and laid down on his back, spreading his arms and legs so he could be restrained into an "x" position.
Grace allowed herself a quick glance at the man's body. He was slender, fairly pale, and nearly hairless. He didn't quite have the body type she typically went for. She preferred her men a little more chiseled... dark hair and full beard... and German. She pushed that image out of her head and set her mind to Jim.
"Anything we do tonight you can learn as a submissive, if you like. But you can also do it to Claire, perhaps... assuming she's consenting to it. I like it when my Dominant starts on my chest."
Grace lowered the tool to Jim's sternum. He hissed a bit at the feeling of the cold metal, as well as the tiny sharp pricks he was feeling. She slowly rolled it across his chest, causing little pinpricks to form over his pale skin.
"You can use very little pressure like I'm doing, but some like it to be applied harder, especially if someone has a blood kink. You can very easily draw blood. But for our purposes, I will not be doing that."
Jim figured it couldn't feel that much different than a tattoo, except the surface area was larger and the pricks weren't as rapid. Still, it wasn't too bad— it tingled more than anything.
Grace moved over to his nipples next, watching them peak and grow stiff as she rolled across each one. She moaned a bit as she watched this happen, excited that she was able to elicit a response out of the man. Jim grunted a bit and tugged at his restraints as she continued working her way down his body. She spent a lot of time working his thighs and groin, informing him it would be particularly sensitive for a woman. Jim silently agreed; he was biting his lip as he felt his cock twitch. He had been steadily growing hard as his body got used to the sensation. He closed his eyes as she continued rolling across his body languidly.
Jim jumped and snapped his eyes open when he felt Grace grip his cock. She giggled at his anxiety.
"Don't worry Jim. I swear we won't fuck. But it doesn't mean we both can't enjoy this," she teased.
"Oh, doll, I'm not worried about that," Jim assured her. "I'd never be able to sleep with anyone else— it'd feel like cheating. I'm more worried about what you think you're going to do with that torture device that close to my... you know..."
Grace actually laughed at that. She wiped a tear from her eye before grasping his length again. "Oh no, trust me. You're going to like this. And if Claire lets you do this over her clit? She will explode. It's amazing. Let me show you."
She slowly and lightly ran the device over his length as he moaned and arched his back. Grace was right... this did feel good. She ran it ever so lightly across his glans, and he felt he might cum. He bit his lip as hard as he could as he grunted and tried to pull away. Grace was merciful and placed the tool on a separate tray to get disinfected later. She picked up a bottle of lotion, explaining a side effect of the tool could be itching and to always use lotion as well as disinfect any areas that had bled. Jim verbalized his understanding and eagerly waited her next device.
Grace then grabbed a wax candle and held it up for Jim to be able to see. "Have you ever engaged in wax play, Jim?"
He shook his head 'no' as he attempted to prop himself up on his elbows, fumbling a bit due to his restraints.
"Well, the first thing is to know that you can't just use regular candles. Make sure you use body-safe ones because they melt at a lower temperature."
Grace set the candle down and walked over to the sink to fill a basin of warm water. She carried it back to the prep table. "You also want to make sure you have a basin of warm water in case there are any accidental burns. Of course, you'll want to make sure you have safe words established."
Jim nodded in understanding.
"I'm actually excited for this one," he admitted. "Not necessarily for me, but I think I'd like to try with Claire. I saw it in a movie once." Jim wiggled his eyebrows and giggled, causing Grace to giggle as well. His laugh was just as addictive as Claire had mentioned.
"Alright, Jim— last thing, but it's important— prep. Make sure if you do this at home that you don't do it near anything flammable and set up some plastic sheets or something so it doesn't ruin anything. Also, we need to prep your skin. I like to use baby oil. And if the area has hair, you'll want to shave. But I see you're pretty bare-chested, so it should be fine."
Grace grabbed a bottle of baby oil and squirted a nice amount on his chest before languidly rubbing it in. She took her time and gave him a nice massage. Jim could easily see how someone could make this a very sexual and sensuous experience, but he appreciated how Grace was keeping this more on the 'friendly' side of things. He closed his eyes and imagined himself rubbing oil all over Claire's body, taking the time to pinch and twist her nipples until she was squirming beneath him. He felt his cock twitch a bit and instantly blushed. Grace cocked an eyebrow at him in a mock reprimand.
"Sorry, I was thinking about Claire," he confessed.
"That's fine! Fantasize away. This is just to help you spice things up with her. I'm not taking anything that happens or doesn't happen, personally." She winked at him.
He felt some relief at her words. He was holding back a bit, he noticed. He didn't want to get aroused by another woman, yet trying not to think of all the ways he could please Claire was stressing him out and becoming distracting. He now felt relief overtake him as Grace continued to prepare his skin. If anything happened with his body, it was because of his thoughts and excitement for Claire, and now that Grace knew and understood, he wouldn't be ashamed.
Grace lit the candle, allowed the wax to melt, then blew it out. Jim was expecting to smell some sort of vanilla or lavender scent but he didn't. It just smelled like... candle. He must have had a questioning look because Grace answered his silent question.
"Never use scented candles or beeswax either. Regular ol' paraffin wax is ideal." Grace tilted the candle and Jim closed his eyes, fearful of how hot it would be. But he was pleasantly surprised as the warmth of the wax melted into his skin and cooled. The warmth was relaxing and felt amazing. Once it cooled, he could feel the pulling of his skin and found himself eagerly anticipating the next drizzle of wax. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the experience. After a few minutes, Grace released his restraints and asked him to follow her to the mirror so he could see the intricate mandala design she'd made on his skin with bright red wax. He raised his eyebrows, impressed.
"Wow! Doll, this is amazing! I doubt I'd be able to make anything more than a blob or my initials. But this? Just wow! I'll have to practice."
Grace smiled, proud of her own work.
"Thank you! Now, normally you'd want to take your time peeling all this off, making it a sensual experience. The skin will be nice and soft underneath, and it'll feel amazing to writhe on top of one another after the wax is gone. But for our purposes, go ahead and peel it off into the sink. I'll clean it up after you leave."
Jim started to get to work on the wax as Grace gathered his clothes and laid them on the countertop next to him.
"Are we done already?" He tried to not sound disappointed, but there were more things he wanted to learn.
Grace snorted. "Not yet, Master Jim," she teased. "Now it's time to learn the fun stuff. I'll teach you what I like in a Dominant. Nothing too crazy— only the things I know Claire likes from when we play together."
"Mmm, speaking of... one of these days you girls are going to have to give me some details about that." Jim smirked, and Grace blushed.
"When you're done, get dressed and pop over to room 9," she instructed. "I'll meet you inside. I believe that's where you got your start, so I find it fitting to teach you there."
And with that, Grace left the room.
How will Daddy Gordon fare in Dom training? Stay tuned for part II with trainer Grace.
