Page 28 of João
“Joããããã!!!!” Gisele’s long supplication combined with her trembling legs as she reached her high all by herself. My caged heart thrashed, begging for me to cave and give her all she wanted, but this intense reaction was all the reason why I couldn’t. I didn’t trust myself around her.
“Good girl…that is how it would be with me. But that shit cannot be. So, you’ll find another person to dominate you because my hands are twitching to spank you until you’re crying my name over and over, and after that, I would strap you tomy desk and do unspeakable things to you. You make me feel too much, Gisele, and domination demands control. I don’t have that with you.”
And with that, I exited my office, leaving her behind with her eyes still closed.
the class
GISELE
It was one thing to read erotic stories about kink and how fulfilling those scenes were for me with the trusty aid of my wand. Another thing was to exist in the moment, with no other thoughts but the world my Dom created for me, every molecule of my body attuned to his commands. Every breath I took elevated because of them, every word out of my mouth instinctual because of that bond of trust.
There had been instances in my life where I’d been transported to another plane while in church, an inexplicable sense of otherworldliness. Every time I hovered between the physical and spiritual realms, all my senses were overstimulated, even as a sense of peace settled in me. Any feeling in me was exponentially amplified. Never had it happened outside of a place of worship….until last week with João. It solidified in me a craving for him I couldn’t get rid of, and his words before he left me in his office haunted me.
Did he really think he couldn’t control himself around me? João still hadn’t even kissed me; if that wasn’t self-control, I didn’t know what was. There was something deeper operatingin his mind, something holding him back. I wanted to point this out to him and help him navigate his feelings, but that wasn’t my place, and he needed to want it for himself. He’d made a decision that hurt him and me, but there wasn’t a thing I could do about it.
I wasn’t willing to push his boundaries when he wasn’t ready to deal with his demons. Outside of work and volunteering, all my energy went into the conundrum that was João, and João wasn’t even trying to be my Dom.
So much of my mental energy went into our last encounter that I briefly forgot I had my first 101 submissive class at Q’s tonight. The reminder in my phone chimed fifteen minutes before starting time as I was pulling into my driveway, the tasks of the workday still lingering in my mind and my stomach aching with hunger. With my heart in my throat, I pressed the pedal and headed out of my neighborhood, hoping traffic had died down a little since my commute.
It hadn’t.
Twenty minutes later, I parked in the ample parking lot and hurried inside the club, where security checked my member badge and biometrics. João didn’t play about security here.
The nice security guard gave me a quick rundown on how to get to the classroom, and five minutes later, I twisted the door knob with as much gentleness as I could, avoiding eye contact with anyone inside. The melodious voice of a lady, the same one that was greeting people at the munch a couple of weeks ago, stopped as I clicked the door shut. Finally making eye contact, the lady smiled at me as a droplet of perspiration traveled from my forehead down the side of my face. I felt sticky, my heart was racing, and I was about to be put on the spot.
Great.
“So sorry I’m late,” I breathed, searching the room for an empty seat. Around a dozen more submissives sat in the room, amix of women, men, and nonbinary members, all staring at me with anticipation.
“It’s alright, Gissy, I was waiting for you. So glad you were able to make it! You haven’t missed much, I promise. My name is Aisha, and there should be a seat right there in the middle for you.”
A bolt of awareness hit me as I smiled at Aisha. Oddly, it wasn’t coming from her. I searched the classroom space, a comforting room with white lounge furniture scattered around in clusters and colorful touches of erotic art on the walls. The energy in the room compelled me to look until my gaze collided with João’s. He sat in the back corner in a regal purple armchair, wearing a black hoodie and black pants. His face was impassive, but I could tell he was pissed. The tension in his jaw said everything I needed to know. I gave him a cool nod and rushed to sit down.
Throughout the class, his presence nudged me, my back warm to his unwavering attention. Full concentration was futile with his aura glowering from the corner. Whenever I glanced back, I’d find him on his phone or paying attention to Aisha. The topics were nothing he hadn’t heard before, but he respectfully listened to her explaining how to negotiate a dynamic once you found a person aligned with your kinks. We discussed vetting processes, how domination looked different to different people, and some misconceptions many newbies brought with them. Knowledge and experience made the class worth it, even with my tormentor silently following every breath I took.
“Alright, y’all, I’ll email you the links to the books I’ve mentioned tonight. They’re all great resources, and I recommend you read them before our next session!” Aisha said two hours later, wrapping up the class. By this point, my hunger had morphed into a painful gnawing in my belly. If I’dremembered I had this class, I would have prioritized my lunch break. Instead, I’d worked through midday and beyond.
Screeches of wood sliding over tile and the hum of everyone gathering their things and walking out kept me from looking behind me. I slowed down, closing my notebook and laptop and slipping them both into my bag.
“I’m so glad you could make it today, Gissy! I haven’t had time to introduce myself after you became a member, but I’m the head submissive in charge here. I mean, until Master Q finally collars someone, but in the meantime, I help out with education and some admin work during my free time.”
Aisha was gorgeous, with a kind smile, the slim, thick type of body, and a sparkle of mischief in her eyes. I wasn’t the jealous type; maybe if I had been, I’d have picked up on my ex-fiancé falling in love with another woman right under my nose, but I just chose to see the good in everyone I met. Aisha’s heart glowed bright, so her comment about being the head submissive in charge shouldn’t have bothered me. But it did. There was probably another person who had the privilege of being dominated by João. The acrid aftertaste of meeting Aisha disturbed me because, yet again, this man was raising emotions that were foreign to me.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Aisha. Thank you for the class. That is great that you can support João in his endeavors.” I met her gaze and gave a small, poised nod, letting silence do the rest.
“Oh, so you know Master Q like that? Interesting…” Aisha’s eye twinkled as she stole a glance toward where João still sat, his aura telling me I was in trouble. “Master Q, you didn’t tell me your special friend was visiting today.”
“Aisha, thanks for the class today. As always, amazing.” João’s voice rumbled seductively, and even though Aisha was wearing what was clearly a discreet dainty necklace with a lock, she still looked up at him with a goofy smile.
“Ah, you know I’d do anything for you, Master Q.”
“Now, Aisha, don’t play with me like that, or I’ll have to call your Sir to ask permission to punish you.”
“And he might say yes,” Aisha said before her infectious laugh filled the classroom. Apparently, I was immune to hilarity. My chest tightened, all these foreign sensations flooding me as I imagined João…Master Q doing some nasty things to Aisha, and Aisha loving every minute of it.
“Well, I can tell when I’m the third wheel. Again, it’s so nice to meet you, Gissy, and if you need anything, Master Q has my consent to share my contact information with you.”
“Bye, Jasmine,” João rumbled, making my nipples tingle inside my bra.
