Page 18 of Irresistible Little Ivy

Jennifer giggled but kept it quiet as the lights were dimming and people behind us began to applaud. We turned in our seats and craned our necks to see Dr. Ramsfield and Dr. Joi strutting their way down the center of the classroom like they were on a runway. In their late thirties, the husband-and-wife duo looked a bit like each other. Both had pale skin, jet-black hair, and silvery blue eyes that stood out in a rather astonishing way. They both wore black business suits, though Dr. Joi wore a leather harness beneath hers barely visible from the front.

Both Dominants, Dr. Joi and her husband Dr. Ramsfield had spent the last ten years touring the world and exploring the culture of kink. They’d pretty much seen and done it all and had written close to a dozen books on the subject. In addition to their academic work, they had a popular podcast and an upcoming reality show featuring them on a streaming network.

I’d been a big fan of theirs for years and seeing them in person turned me into a total fangirl. I applauded as hard as everyone else, wishing I could somehow let them know how much I enjoyed having them as part of my life. Even though we’d never met, I felt like I knew them. After all, I’d listened to them three days a week for the last four years.

On the stage, Dr. Ramsfield briefly held his wife’s hand, their gazes meeting for a moment before they both smiled at each other, then stepped apart.

My heart gave a little pang, wanting to have that kind of rapport with someone someday.

To share one brief look and smile filled with enough love to last a lifetime.

My romantic notions were shoved to the side as Dr. Joi snapped her fingers and a naked man with lovely, tanned skin, and a healthy dark erection, moved onto the stage next to the couple. He wore a pair of nipple clamps with silver bells, a thick silver chain around his waist, and that was it.

And his face was beautiful. A graceful mix of soft masculine, almost feminine, but not quite. The lines of his body were entirely masculine, with well-defined muscles and very little body hair. As my gaze traveled back up his body, I made a little involuntary noise of appreciation deep in my throat.

“Right?” Jennifer whispered next to me. “Yum.”

We snickered softly, but there were enough people in the audience that no one paid us any attention. They were all focused on the doctors explaining erogenous zones. I gave myself a little mental smack and forced my mind to pay attention. Caleb said I might be part of a demonstration, and I didn’t want to be clueless as to what I might be getting myself into.

As the couple began to demonstrate different techniques, I started to get turned on all over again. Not because of what was happening on the stage, but because I kept imagining doing all those lovely things to Caleb. I would blow his mind with pleasure. Be the best he ever had so he would never forget me when this week was over.

Damn, where had that melancholy thought come from?

Brushing it off, I focused anew as the woman Caleb had been speaking with earlier was brought on stage, now nude except for nipple clamps and a chain around her waist like the man. While Dr. Joi softly caressed and praised the woman, Dr. Ramsfield began to casually slap the submissive male’s erect cock. Something the man evidently liked, if the copious amounts of precum wetting the tip of his erection was any indication.

I squirmed a little in my seat, then grew still as I realized that while I’d been distracted, Caleb had appeared on the stage. Dressed in his jeans and hoodie, he stood out from the two submissives being demonstrated on, and the Doms continuing their lecture. Unlike most people in the room, he wasn’t watching the stage.

He was staring at me like I was the most interesting woman in the room.

My skin grew sensitive and my nipples drew into hard, uncomfortable points. It was almost painful, and I knew the only relief I’d get was if Caleb were to take them into his mouth. Lick the tip of my breasts, take away the odd sting of unfulfilled arousal. Or he could lay atop me, our bodies rubbing together as we kissed. I wanted to kiss him, so badly. Caleb broke our stare and I gave myself a little shake as he moved back into the shadows a bit to speak with one of the assistants standing at the back of the stage.

The class continued, and when I could tear my attention away from Caleb, I learned a good bit about the body’s different erogenous zones and how to stimulate them. The doctors were both funny and educational, and I soon found myself as caught up in the class as everyone else. It was really, really nice to be able to sit back among my fellow kinksters and talk about sex like it was no big deal.

“And now,” Dr. Joi said as she held her arms out to the audience, “we need some volunteers to help us demonstrate g-spot and p-spot orgasms.” She glanced behind her with a smile at Caleb and a few other people now standing to the side of the stage. “Rawhide has kindly supplied us with some of their best Doms and Dommes who know how to work that magic spot in a woman. They have generously agreed to help us with our demonstration and have a little bit of fun. Before you raise your hand, please keep in mind that this is a class on human sexuality and you will be exposed in front of everyone. For all you subbie exhibitionists out there I’m sure this isn’t a problem, but for some of you it would be a nightmare come to life being actually naked in front of all your classmates on the first day of class. There are options, so please speak up if you’d like to keep some of your body parts a mystery to the general public. Remember, you are a cherished volunteer. We want you to be comfortable.”

Dr. Ramsfield straightened his black suit coat as he joined his wife, their two demo submissives standing by obediently. “For our male submissives, we will need a few volunteers so we can demonstrate the “P” spot.” He winked at the audience. “For those that are unfamiliar with the term, I’m talking about prostate orgasms. Our Doms and Dommes will select their partner from the audience one at a time. If you are selected, your Dom will use you as part of their demonstration on how to find and work those magic spots. Now, I realize for some of you this will be your first time playing together, so after you’re selected you’ll have a few minutes with your Dom to go over boundaries, safe words, and expectations. Remember, honest communication is key to any good relationship, BDSM or otherwise. So don’t feel like you have to lie to somehow impress or please your partner. Tell them the truth about what turns you on, and what doesn’t, and you will both have a much better experience.”

“Also,” Dr. Joi added while joining her husband, “please do not feel pressured to perform for the class. Every one of you is uniquely different in what turns you off and on. We are well aware that not everyone reacts to stimulation in the same way, so if this type of play doesn’t do it for you, don’t punish yourself for not having an orgasm or being aroused. We learn as much from observing what doesn’t work as what does. Don’t beat yourself up if things don’t work out how you think they should.”

“Punishing you is our job,” one of the men next to Caleb said with a menacing chuckle.

Everyone laughed, then they began to go through the Doms, and when they came to Caleb my arm shot up, along with most of the women in the room. Who could blame them. He was the kind of man who just gave off an invisible sexual aura. Combine that with his razor-sharp bone structure, sapphire eyes, killer hair, and what I was hoping was a good body beneath his baggy clothes and you had a Dom women would fight over.

Including me.

My palms got a little sweaty as Caleb pretended to scan the room for a moment before he pointed to me.

Disappointed groans whispered around me, along with more than one woman calling me a lucky bitch.

Jennifer gave my butt a light smack as I stood from the chair and said, “You go girl!”

My heart pounded so hard I was sure my chest was shaking as I scooted out from my desk, thankful I’d worn a pair of white sneakers instead of the high heels I usually favored. While I could hustle across an office building in heels for hours, running around on gravel paths and grass lawns in heels was a whole different ball game. And truth be told, my feet were ever so thankful.

My mind nattered on about the benefits of sneakers as I approached the stage in a weird dreamlike cloud of anxiety and anticipation. I swear I didn’t even feel my feet hitting the stairs. It just seemed as if Caleb was on a conveyor belt and I was being pulled toward him by some invisible force. Even the noise of the room dulled to a background hum as I stood before him. I hesitated a moment, unsure if I should kneel as some of the other subs were doing, look down at the ground, or meet his gaze.

Caleb must have sensed my unease because he took a step forward and said in a low voice, “Remember, use your safe word if you need it. Otherwise I’ll ignore all pleas for mercy. Have you ever had a g-spot orgasm?”

Heat rose to my cheeks as I glanced away and said, “I’ve tried on my own, but I don’t think I was doing it right… or something.”

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