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“I’m sorry, I’ve been thinking about it and I think that's the best place to start, right?” She looked up at me with her beautiful green eyes.

“Actually, I found out that there is a woman who holds classes,” I said, wondering how she was going to take it.

“A class?” Her eyes grew wide. “What is it, Dominating 101?”

I chuckled, “Vincent said his friend, Genevieve, holds the class. It’s about female dominance.”

My cheeks heated.

“Wow, I didn’t know that would be a thing,” she said, biting her lip. “What does this class entail?”

“I don’t know yet, but Vincent said she is amazing and it might be a step in the right direction for us,” I said, cringing a little.

Would she get mad that I had talked to him about it?

“Oh, I’m assuming he knows everything?” she asked, scrunching up her nose.

“No, he only knows we were struggling, but no details, this is the only thing he knows about because I was worried about telling you,” I said, grabbing her hand. “He said that we should do this, it's about trust and communication. I know we are working on ourselves, but maybe we can give the class a try and go from there. If at any point you don’t like it, we will leave and we can forget this entire nonsense.”

She gnawed at her lip, it was her sign that she was nervous.

“How many people are in the class?” Thankfully, she was asking questions.

“I don’t know, but he says her classes are usually small,” I said. “He was going to see if she had anything coming up soon and get back to me.”

“Ok, can I be there when you talk about the class?” She squeezed my hand.

“Of course, if you have any questions, we could also ask him,” I said, quickly knowing Vincent would be ok with it. “It will be better than watching porn.”

“I’d like that.” She chuckled. “I won’t be doing that ever again.”

“If this doesn’t work, maybe we can watch porn together and preferably at home,” I smirked.

“I was curious!” she laughed.

We went back to eating our dessert talking about our plans for the weekend. It was normal and comforting. Maybe Vincent was right, maybe this was the right direction for us. We were saving our relationship and maybeIneeded to do this or I would always keep wondering what it would be like.

3

Genevieve

Nothing in my closet jumped out at me. I ran my hand over the leather and latex wanting something different, but I knew I wasn’t going to find it. It seemed like I needed to go shopping at my favorite store to see the eclectic owner who did alterations and made kinky attire. He always had something amazing in his store or if I was lucky, I might be able to convince him to custom make me something.

I grabbed my favorite vegan leather get-up. It was a pain in the ass to put on, but the skirt made my ass look good and all the straps and buckles had rhinestones on them. Yes I love sparkly things, fucking sue me. Diamonds might not be a girl's best friend, but hell if I’m not going to say no to some.

Brushing out my wet hair, I debated leaving it down or up. Tonight’s class would be small, with only four couples. Small classes were easier to teach and I usually wore it up, but I wanted a fifties wave to show off my freshly colored red hair. It always made me feel more feminine and desired.

My subs decided to break their contract because they decided to move to Texas. They caught me off guard and while I knew it was for a job, it still stung that they had left, especially without even a goodbye. I thought that they were different, it had feltdifferent. They had been one of many subs in the last year that had graced my bed.

I had hoped they would stay, there was nothing worse than finding a new sub; the constant search for new subs was getting exhausting. My last subs had been perfect and I truly thought we had maybe a year or two before we all moved on. Maybe tonight, after the class, I would go to The Atelier and find someone to play with or… my previous sub, Easton, was coming, maybe I could convince him to do a session for old time’s sake.

After curling my hair and pinning it up, I finished my makeup. I slipped—well not slipped, but shimming it on with some oil and weird positions testing my strength— into my outfit. Just as I was adjusting the harness on it, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall.

My heart began to beat a little faster, hearing them come closer. Easton had been one of my favorite submissives. He was a switch, making things interesting, keeping me on my toes, a little too bratty for my taste at times, but we worked together well. He gave me what I needed and I gave him what he needed.

It had been years since we had gone our separate ways, but maybe it was time to go back to something familiar, maybe this time I would try and make it work. We had weekends where we would stay together and at one point in time, I thought he wanted more, which of course made me nervous. Feelings made me queasy, so as I got older, I realized I had closed myself off too many possibilities. When feelings were involved, people became loose cannons and I hated not being in control. I’ve always wondered what would have happened if we had stayed together.

A soft knock brought my attention back to the present.

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