Page 59 of Rousing Renee

CHAPTER 18

Ezra

The submissives had been extremely excited all day about their performance. We decided to open up the seats to more than just me and their course partners. Anybody at Rawhide Ranch was allowed to attend. At first, the girls were nervous, but when I explained to them that they were innovative and everybody wanted to see their transformation take form, they became excited.

I was able to blend the last two sessions into one, so they finished their course work on Wednesday. Now, for their final.

I sat in the front-row, center seat with my tablet in hand. Directly behind me were the course partners. The rest of the seats were filled with their true audience. Kelly was beside me on the right and Aiden, Sampson’s husband, was on the left. We’d bonded when I picked him up from the airport earlier. Sampson had been a drill sergeant since he’d been here, and Renee said it had made all the difference. She felt like the show was going to be on the next level with the changes he’d put in place. Aiden told me Sampson was submissive through and through, but when it came to his choreography, he didn’t play.

The lights above flashed, signaling the show was about to begin. Everybody settled down and when the music started, I’d heard the intro enough times to know that this was the song they were performing too. The girls came out on the stage as if they were on a runway, moving into position almost flawlessly. They all wore black corsets with gold on them–chains, clips, buckles, lace, belts and accessories. The shorts were spandex and hugged every curve of Renee and the stiletto boots she wore the first time we met didn’t help me keep my eyes off her body. They all wore boots but on Renee… males were in the back; the rest of the girls were arranged in a vee shape. Babygirl was in the front, showing them how it was done. Though they all wore gold masks to cover their faces, I knew her body with my eyes closed. That was my girl. The lights that shone on them alternated between red and white, directing your eyes to what they wanted us to see. Then it faded into what sounded like a live version of it. When the woman singing the song began the first lyrics, that’s when the show began.

Their hands moved to trace their bodies, ending at their chin before they trembled, as if going through withdrawal. The words brought it full circle when I realized she was singing about “The High” you get from sex. She didn’t mention whips or chains, but she was surely talking about endorphins. There was a move where they pretended to play the violin and trailed their fingers down the center of their bodies and between their legs, closing them quickly, and lowering to a squatting position. Slowly, they rolled their hips, gyrating as they came up.

“Damn…” Kelly muttered. “Sampson really did whip them into shape. They look good!”

“Tell me about it.” I loosened my collar and tried to focus on the group and not Renee.

They rocked from side to side and the tempo changed, a mixture of some kind of reggae drum, but the woman was still singing. Then they did different variants of the same dance, reaching for the sky when she said “high”. When Renee moved her hips, belly dancing, I stopped paying attention to everyone else. She tossed all that gorgeous, curly hair to one side, nibbled on the tip of her finger, and became lost in the groove. Something in her changed when we made eye contact. Her movements became even more seductive, and the teasing intensified.

This was for me…

“I think she’s trying to tell you something.” Aiden leaned over to me. “Whatever it is, I hope you understand because… she’s definitely not talking to me.”

Yeah, I understood. She was being bad, and I had some punishments in mind for her.

Memories of the other day flashed in my head about how vulnerable I’d made her. When she woke up, she’d dropped that fast. Crying and needing me to hold her. I did and took care of my girl until she was better. We’d both been better since.

But I remembered how willing she was, wet, needy, and accepting. Submissive. The way she looked into my eyes as I spanked her until she completely gave in to me. Subspace… I needed more of that in my life. We both did.

Renee sang the lyrics and pointed to me when “you” or “your” was used. As her hands moved, she doubled tapped them in certain places. She then raised her hand to her neck, almost as if she were inviting me to choke her. They fanned out at the top, and then her body moved as if she were an enchanted snake. Then she popped her body, turned away, and rolled her butt to the music. Bucking to the beat, it was a clear invitation to fuck. She peeked over her shoulder, continuing to dance. I moved to stand, and Kelly pulled me back to sit.

Fuck.

At the end of the song, the woman sang a cover of another song. They took off the lace gloves they wore. Next came the shorts they unzipped that fell to the floor, revealing gold thongs, and then a few of them danced together. Renee didn’t, giving me a one-woman show.

The song echoed the last notes until it ended. The other dancers left the stage, but not Renee. She held a pose while the others left. Sampson walked out and unzipped the corset she was wearing, removing it entirely. He revealed that her thong wasn’t just a panty, but a lingerie piece made of lace that covered her breasts, pushing them out Jessica Rabbit style. She removed her mask to reveal gold makeup swirled around her eyes and nose, reminding me of the makeup used in Black Swan.

When new music came on, I closed my eyes and shook my head in disbelief. It was one of my favorite songs and she knew it. “Do 4 Love” by Snoh Aalegra was about devotion to someone special and how they have the power to make you do things they wouldn’t normally do. No matter how you try to fight how much you feel about that person, it’s still there, pulling you back into their orbit. Well, that was my perception of it. I wanted that kind of love and devotion.

Renee began dancing, and Sampson stayed there as a prop when she needed him. It seemed more like expression and interpretation. I watched as she swirled and danced. Nothing provocative, but it was still captivating. Toward the middle of the song, she motioned for me to come to the stage and for a second, I doubted that it was what she was asking.

“Go up there, Captain.” Kelly took the tablet from me.

I approached the stage standing on the ground level. She slid down Sampson’s body and crawled to me, again singing as she moved. Temptress at her finest, her entire body accentuated every move she made, reminding me of a black panther. When she neared me, she slid down into the splits and pulled my face to hers like she was going to kiss me. But when I came in to claim it, she pulled away and scooted back. Then her legs went up in the air as she leaned on her back, resting on her arms. She scooted towards me while rocking side to side and when she lowered her legs, they were over my shoulders.

She tugged me up, and I crawled up the stage and on top of her, where she kissed me as the last of the lyrics were sung. Everybody in the audience clapped and cheered, but as we stared at one another, she smiled.

“I love you, Haven,” she said to me, “and I’d do anything for you.”

“Same, babygirl. I’d give you the world.”

“Does that mean…”

“That I love you? Fuck yes, I do.”

She squealed and pulled me in for another kiss.

“I have something to tell you…” she said, but Sampson was on the stage thanking everybody for coming, which reminded us that we were on the stage making out.

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