Page 23 of Irresistible Little Ivy

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.”

The overhead lights flicked on, dim but still enough to fight back the encroaching darkness. Mistress Susan was both funny and entertaining as she taught, and I found myself having a good time despite my earlier trepidation. She hadn’t paid any more attention to me than anyone else, instead focusing on her instruction. I nodded along with what she was saying about overstimulation making nerves numb and found myself watching Ivy. She had a notebook open before her and appeared to be diligently writing down things as Susan lectured. I wondered what points she was highlighting, how her mind worked and what she was thinking. Maybe I could find some way to sneak a peek at her notebook. Or just ask her if she would mind reading me her notes, as my dog ate mine.

Music, a deep and sexy instrumental, came from the speakers, instantly changing the mood.

Everyone kind of shifted a bit as we all adjusted to the new sound, and I looked away from Ivy to the front of the class.

What I found had my gut clenching.

Mistress Susan smiled directly at me, and in the distance of my mind, tornado sirens wailed in warning.

“I often find it is best to teach my technique by instructing someone one on one with the class observing.” Standing, she motioned to Tyler. “Have them bring in the chair, darling.”

As Tyler spoke into his phone, Mistress Susan stood posed in her high heels, looking down at the class with narrowed eyes.

No, wait, looking down at me with narrowed eyes.

Inwardly I sighed and knew she was about to get her revenge on my turning down her guest speaker request.

“Caleb,” she said in a firm tone that had most of the submissives sitting up straighter in their seats.

It would have been amusing if that tone hadn’t been aimed at me.

Holding her hand with her pink manicured nails gleaming in the lights she said, “Please, join me on the stage.”

Her look dared me to say no.

Or maybe to say yes.

Either way, I was more than aware of Ivy watching me.

And like all foolish men trying to impress a woman, I didn’t want to appear to be a coward in Ivy’s eyes.

Besides, Mistress Susan would want me to use a submissive to experiment with. She didn’t share Tyler, and neither he nor myself were into men. I would ask, or insist, that it be Ivy. Mistress Susan might dislike me, but she’d never hurt Ivy and I wouldn’t touch anyone else. She couldn’t force a partner on me I didn’t want as it would violate the first rule-consent.

Standing from my seat, I quickly approached the stage and stood before the confident woman. I stood about an inch taller than her, but it felt like we looked square into each other’s eyes. Sometimes, when two Dominants got together they could work together seamlessly. Other times, when two Dominants got together, it was like rams endlessly butting their heads together.

Guess which one Mistress Susan and I were.

“Can I talk to you, in private,” I said in barely above a whisper.

She took off her microphone, handing it to Tyler who then began to give the class tips and tricks for negotiating a scene.

Mistress Susan practically hissed like a snake as she said, “What is so important that you had to interrupt my class?”

Leaning in a bit, I said in a low voice, “I’m guessing you’ll be having me edge a submissive as part of the demonstration.”

“You’re partially right,” she replied. “What’s your point?”

“I would like to select my submissive, if you please,” I said quickly, trying to charm her a bit.

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