Page 24 of Entertaining Distraction
“What would happen if you moved while I was in mid-swing?”
“I’d risk throwing off your aim and velocity, and would probably need stitches to close the deep laceration I’d end up with.
“Have you learned how to wield the whip?”
“Yes.”
“Will you ever use the whip on your sub or anyone else?”
“Probably not,” the Dom admitted. “Even after all these months of training, I wouldn’t attempt it.”
“Why?”
“Because I still slice through the practice paper. I can’t ... I won’t risk doing that to my sub’s skin, or anyone else’s.”
“Thank you, Master Logan. Dakota, you’ve observed your Master’s sessions with me for quite a while now, correct?”
The sub sat a little straighter in her Dom’s arms. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Have you ever been whipped for a scene?”
Most, if not all, of the students were probably unaware Dakota had been attacked and whipped by the “Kink Killer,” who’d been torturing and killing BDSM submissives, several months ago, but Mike knew about it. How she’d recovered and then willingly let someone use a whip on her for a scene blew Mike’s mind. She was a helluva woman and cop.
“Yes, Ma’am. Two weeks ago, with Mistress Roxy. You and my Master were present.”
“That was your first time?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Well, technically, it was since the other time hadn’t been her choice.
“Why did you finally decide to be whipped after so many years in the lifestyle?”
Dakota’s gaze softened as she looked into Reese’s eyes. She smiled at him. “Because I love Master Logan and wanted to completely understand what he was experiencing. I know the reasoning behind his need to be whipped, and it meant a lot to me—and him—for me to experience it. I might not scene with a whip again—it’s back on my hard limits because I’m not that big of a pain slut—but I can fully appreciate now what he’s going through during a session.”
“Master Logan, if you could use one word to describe your sub for scening with a whip, what would it be?”
The Dom was still staring at his sub with pure love in his eyes—it was as if no one else was in the room except the two of them. Reaching up, he cupped her cheek, and she nuzzled his palm. “Courageous. I know it was very hard for her to come to the decision to try it. I’m proud of her.”
Charlotte stopped pacing in front of the couple and smiled at Dakota. “So am I. Thank you both for sharing your experience with the class.” She spun around, her fierce gaze finding that asshole, Roy, again. “If you haven’t figured it out yet, ‘wimp,’ ‘scaredy-cat,’ ‘momma’s boy,’ ‘pansy,’ and any other derogatory word or phrase out there are not what I—and most Doms—wouldeveruse to describe their submissives. In fact, in my book, submissives are more courageous than any Dom could ever be. They’re willing to face their fears and place their trust into a Dom’s hand, and that’s not something that should ever be done lightly. Master Stefan’s submissive Cassandra, who couldn’t be here tonight, puts her trust in him every time she lets him tie her up. There’s so much that can go wrong during a Shibari or whipping scene—or any other scene for that matter—and the odds of something bad happening increases dramatically if the sub doesn’t completely trust their Dom. So, Roy, if you think just calling yourself a dominant means you’re a good one, then you’ve got a lot to learn. Because your attitude is one I abhor to see in a so-called Dom.”
“I agree,” Master Stefan added. “You’re here for all the wrong reasons, dude, and I strongly recommend your sub runs for her life—if you don’t straighten your ass out—because you’re a disaster waiting to happen.”
Master Logan shifted Dakota on his lap. “I second that. Just because youthinkyou’ve got the balls, doesn’t mean you do. You wouldn’t last two seconds with a whip before screaming for your momma, boy.”
Mike wasn’t the only one stunned at the three Dominants calling Roy out in front of the rest of the class, but that didn’t mean the fucker didn’t deserve it.
Roy glared at Charlotte, but, this time, he wisely kept his mouth shut. The tightness in his jaw said he was grinding his teeth, trying to not dig his grave any further. He also didn’t look at the other two Doms.Typical bully,Mike thought,and a chauvinistic pig. It was evident Roy still believed Charlotte, being the only woman, was the weakest of the three. Mike wouldn’t agree. His Domme was the strongest person in the room, and he was damn proud of her.
Having made her point loud and clear, Charlotte turned and strode over to Mike. “Dakota, please stand. Master Logan and Michael, please remove your shirts and kneel.”
As the three stood and began to do as requested, Charlotte addressed the rest of the class. “Since my submissive is not allowed to play in the club yet, and also has whipping on his hard-limit list, like most newbies to the lifestyle, I’ll only be using him for warmup demonstration purposes. Dakota has been training with Mistress Roxy and me on how to prep her Master for a whipping scene. Her participation brings them closer together, instead of alienating her for the duration of the scene.”
After removing his shirt, Reese knelt on a pillow that Dakota placed on the floor for him, with his back to the class. When she put another pillow next to the first, Mike thanked her and then lowered himself to his knees.
Standing next to Mike, Charlotte placed her hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “Just to be clear, this is not about imposing my dominance over another Master. It's about supporting and empowering others to practice the techniques safely and with proficiency. Master Logan knows this and isn’t intimidated by my request for him to be on his knees. The main reason they’re on their knees for this part of the demonstration is, if they were standing, they’re both too tall for Dakota and me to properly prep them. If they were sitting, the chair backs would be in the way. I’ll have to ask Master Mitch to order an ottoman or two for the garden.
“Masters, if there’s a reason your subs cannot kneel for the prep, and you don’t have a seat that doesn’t limit your access, you can also have them lay down on their stomach. I don’t recommend you have them stand during this part of the scene unless they’re very experienced with it—they’ll actually start to go into subspace once they’ve gotten used to it. Over time, your subs will also warm up faster to the prep, but you still need to make sure it’s done properly. Don’t rush it. Now, the first thing we’re going to do is joint compressions. Using the heels of our hands, we press down into the joints of their shoulders, and massage their upper arms and back. It helps them clear their mind and allows the muscles to relax.”
Mike’s head hung down between his shoulders as Charlotte continued to explain what she was doing and why. Her hands worked him over, and he relaxed further and further into her touch. He tuned everyone out as her voice vibrated through him. It’d finally struck him during her speech earlier to that asshole—Charlotte wasn’t with Mike because she thought he was weak; she wanted him because she saw his strengths. Jake had never brought anyone he’d been dating to meet Mike and their mother. Mike realized, now, it wasn’t because he’d been embarrassed or ashamed of who he was seeing, but because none of them had been good enough. Jake wasn’t with Nick because he thought his sub was beneath him. Instead, he’d fallen in love with the man he thought was his equal or better. Charlotte’s dominant nature didn’t mean she wanted someone who was spineless and feeble. She wanted a sub who would challenge her; someone who was secure enough in himself to trust her implicitly. Was he that man? Mike wasn’t sure. Did he want to be that man?Damn fucking straight.
