Top Bottom Switch (The Club) (3 page)

W
hen my eyes
open and the light filters in through my sheer curtains, I cover my face. For a second, I panic before I remember it’s Saturday. I don’t have to worry about work, grading papers, or answering emails. I can relax all day and maybe catch up on some reading.

I sigh, rolling over, and whimper. My nipples are still tender from where the asshole attached the forceps, the bite of them still on my mind. When I finally fell asleep last night, I dreamed of being trapped with that madman. Every time I closed my eyes, I’d see him.

I bury my face in my pillow and reach for the phone on my nightstand. Using only one eye, I read the screen.

Unknown: Good morning,
piccola
. When you wake up, snap a photo of your toy chest and send it to me.

Ugh.
Rolling over, I hold the pillow against my face and scream. Letting someone peek into my toy box is like giving them a window into my kinky soul. I’ve never shown it to anyone, not even my ex-boyfriends.

When I finally work up the energy to climb out of bed, I do everything but send the photo. I brush my teeth, start the coffee, add his name to my contacts, and straighten up my bedroom—the entire time thinking about its contents.

With a fresh cup of coffee on my nightstand, I kneel on the floor and stare at the box under my bed. It looks inconspicuous, but I know the dirty things that are inside. Slowly I reach underneath and slide it out in front of me.

“For the love of God,” I mutter and stare up at the ceiling. “Why?” I don’t know if I expect a reply, but one doesn’t come.

The box has grown over the years and become more intricate. The contents kept me sane through all the breakups in my early twenties. Carefully, I lift the lid and set it on the floor to the side.

“I’m a perv.” I cackle and rock back on my feet before resting my ass on the ground.

Do I take everything out or just send him a photo as is? When it’s all thrown together, it just looks like a jumbled mess of plastic and metal. Taking out a rather large dildo, I feel the weight in my hands and cringe. “Jesus,” I whisper. “You’ve been a great lover, but you’re going at the bottom.”

Although I don’t mind pleasuring myself with it, it’s a bit large to show him right away. I don’t want him to get any ideas. I push aside the contents, toss the dildo to the bottom and cover it up again.

“That’s better,” I tell myself, leaning forward to get a better glimpse, and realize it helped nothing. Nipple clamps, vibrators, dildos, and other particulars are in full view.

Lifting my phone, I snap a picture because maybe it won’t look as bad on the screen as it does with the naked eye. I don’t even have to zoom in to see every kinky lover’s dream chest. The photo has done nothing but accentuate the collection. I turn the flash off to darken the photo, and once I feel it’s hard to make anything out in great detail, I send it to Ret.

Staring at the toys, I smile to myself because I feel sly, like I got one over on him. That is, until my phone beeps.

Ret: Use a flash and lay it out on the floor.

Fuckkkk.
He can’t be serious.

Ret: I’m serious.

My mouth hangs open, and I peer over my shoulder, wondering if he can see me. “Bastard,” I whisper to myself as I start to remove every toy and implement and lay them out in two rows.

Row one is for insertables—dildos, vibrators, and plugs. Row two is for everything else. I hadn’t taken stock of my assortment in a while, and I am shocked by the variety and size.

Most of it I purchased after attending a demo at The Club. I figured if I were going to try my hand at being a Domme sometimes, I’d need the tools for the job. Usually, I ended up using them on myself for pleasure because I couldn’t seem to pull the trigger with anyone else.

Covering my face with my hands, I try to figure out how to get out of sending the photos. It won’t all fit on one screen, so I’ll have to take a number of shots. My hands drop from my face when I come up with the brilliant idea to stand and take one shot from far away, hopefully making it difficult to see.

I snap one, with the flash on, and send it off before checking it. After it switches from
Delivered
to
Read,
I open it too and zoom in.

“Fucking hell,” I say to myself and scroll to the left.

Everything is visible—clear as fucking day.

I set the phone down in front of me and sit cross-legged before reaching for my cup of java. I keep my eyes on the screen, waiting for his response as I take a sip.

I’m not really embarrassed by my collection, but I’m worried about what he’ll think or use on me. It’s both exciting and scary.

Ret: Thank you,
piccola
. Send me a photo of your hard and soft limit sheet next.

That, surprisingly, is less worrisome. I’ve shared it with many people during my time as a Club member. It not only covers what I’m willing to do, but also what I’ve done.

I click a few buttons and send it off to him without hesitation.

I shake my head and take another sip, letting the vanilla cream sit on my tongue before swallowing.

Ret: We’ll discuss this list together next time we see each other. Today, I want you to put in the purple butt plug, and don’t take it out unless you must or I tell you to remove it.

I purse my lips, twisting them around. Not because I dread the idea of shoving something in my ass—I’ve done if before, many times. I know that wearing it all day will turn me on. The tiniest movements will send waves of pleasure through me.

Me: Yes.

I sigh and pluck the purple one from the assortment and set it to the side. As I start to throw the toys in the box and wonder how many times today I’ll have to pleasure myself to maintain my sanity, he sends another text.

Ret: You’re not allowed to touch yourself. No coming until I say so.

I flick off the screen and groan.

Ret: Be a good girl and follow directions, and I’ll make it worth your while.

Again, I turn around and wonder if he can see me. I laugh to myself and shake my head because I’m probably not the first girl he’s done this with, and he can see my reactions coming before I do.

I climb up on the bed with the plug and a bottle of lube. “Thank God he didn’t pick the pink one,” I say, covering the plug in the clear lubricant. The pink one I’ve always had issues with inserting on my own.

As I rise up off the bed, balancing my body on one arm, I slide the plug against my asshole and ready myself. Slowly, I work it inside, turning myself on from the contact. A small pinch of pain causes me to wince before it’s fully seated.

I collapse, letting my ass get used to the fullness and wonder how this happened. How did I let Master Ret in?

My phone beeps and I scurry to the edge to see what he says next.

Ret: Take a photo of it.

I gape at the phone.
He can’t be serious.
I remember what I had on my list. Exhibitionism is marked
Yes
with a willingness of 5 which means
Hell Yes.

Reaching behind, I try to take a good photo without giving him too much of a view. Craning my neck in this manner doesn’t seem to work. I roll onto my back, spread my legs and raise them high in the air. Reaching down, I snap a photo and take a quick peek.
Not too shabby.

I send it off to Ret and wait for my next order. I did tell myself last night that I’d give in to him. For once, I’d put my faith in someone else.

Ret: Good girl,
piccola
. Meet me at The Club tonight at 8 p.m. Remember
—
no touching.

Me: Yes.

I shake my ass, letting the plug move around, and I can already feel the wetness between my legs. It’s only noon, and I’m dreading the next eight hours of my life.

I
spent
the entire day sending her short messages, filled with commands to test her comfort and willingness to comply.

An hour before I leave for The Club, I send her a message with a few simple commands.

Me: Leave the plug in, wear a skirt or a dress, no panties, and be on time.

I head out and make a pit stop at my favorite adult store. She’s missing something in her collection, and I figure we can have some fun with it tonight—although, it’ll probably be more fun for me than her.

When I arrive, I run upstairs and reserve a room in case we get to that point. Standing at the bar, I order a drink and keep my eye on the entrance as I wait. Mak, the owner and my friend, wanders through the area and spots me. We chat for a few minutes, but my attention is elsewhere.

“You all right, Ret?” he asks, following my line of sight.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I tell him and drag my eyes to his. “I’m just meeting someone.”

He cocks an eyebrow and smirks. “Someone I know?”

“Alese,” I answer quickly and wait for him to call me crazy.

“Interesting choice, but possibly the smartest one you’ve ever made.”

“I think my hard-on last night may have restricted some blood flow to my brain, but for the first time in a long time, I’m excited about tonight.”

He slaps me on the back and laughs. “Have some fun.” His eyes dart toward the door. “She’s here,” he tells me and motions to the entrance with his chin.

When I turn around to look at her, my heart starts to race. She’s dressed in a plaid cheerleader style miniskirt, red tube top, black thigh highs and matching fuck-me pumps. She smiles at me as she speaks to the hostess.

“Keep me posted,” Mak says and taps me on the back before leaving me alone.

Every step she takes toward me, I imagine the plug in her ass, rubbing her insides. “Good evening,
piccola
,” I say when she comes to a stop in front of me.

She stares downward. “Good evening.”

I touch her chin and raise her eyes to mine. “Please look at me unless I tell you otherwise.” We’re still trying to find our trust, build a connection, and eye contact is vital at this point. Her eyes flutter to mine and she grins, but she doesn’t speak as I drop my hand from her face. “How are you feeling tonight?”

“Horny,” she replies with a small smile.

I laugh softly. “I’m sure you are. But as I said before, I won’t touch you until you beg me and I feel you’re ready.”

Her smile fades, and the corner of her mouth twitches as her eyes begin to roam.

“Eyes on me,” I remind her. Sometimes, looking someone in the eyes is the most uncomfortable thing for a person to handle. It shows our vulnerability.

“Sorry.”

“Would you like a drink before we go sit down?” My plan isn’t to get her liquored up and take advantage of her, but she could use one to take the edge off her nerves.

“Yes, please,” she stammers.

“A glass of your best champagne,” I tell the bartender, but I keep a watchful eye on Alese.

She fidgets at my side, moving back and forth between her feet, and grimaces.

I grab the drinks off the bar and turn to face her. “Let’s sit and talk a while.”

She nods and follows behind me, her heels clicking on the floor as we move. I wait in the aisle of the VIP section for her to sit first. I want a bit more privacy so I can test her comfort before we go upstairs. I slide in next to her and set down my drink before moving hers closer.

“You only get one drink tonight, so go slow.”

She probably thinks she’s the only one uncomfortable with a plug in her ass, but my cock is screaming for relief.

“I’d like to discuss your list and then your wants and needs. Are you comfortable with that?” It’s a talk we need to have, even if it pushes her comfort level. With her experience, it shouldn’t be an issue.

She wraps her hands around the glass, rolling it between her palms. “Okay.”

“First, I want to know you’ve worn the plug. I need you to crawl to the end of this seat and show me.”

I know she has, but this is a test. Would she willingly comply with my command, or protest?

She draws her lips into her mouth, her eyes flashing with uncertainty for a moment before she moves. She raises her ass high in the air and crawls as I instructed. She pauses, glancing at me over her shoulder.

“Now spread your legs and raise your skirt,” I tell her, reaching down and squeezing my cock in my hand.

She lifts her skirt, giving me the most beautiful view of her ass, and looks back at me with red-stained cheeks.

“Open your cheeks,” I tell her, lifting an eyebrow and gritting my teeth to hide the need in my voice.

She complies, reaching around and moving her cheek to the side, giving me the most spectacular view. The purple plug is snugly inside, and her pussy is glistening even in the dim light of the VIP section. She moves, causing the plug to shift and my cock twitches.

“Wider,” I say because I want to stare another moment. She puts her head down and spreads herself more. I groan softly and squeeze my dick harder. This is going to be a test of will on my part.

“Perfection,” I tell her and lick my lips, itching to touch her, but I keep my hands to myself. “You may sit now.” My cock is throbbing, but I release it when she turns around and adjusts into the booth. “Tell me about yourself.”

Her eyebrows draw together for a moment before relaxing. ”What do you want to know?” Her hands wrap around the glass again, sliding her fingers up and down the wetness that has formed.

“Everything,” I tell her through gritted teeth, transfixed by her hand movement.

“There’s not much to tell, really. I’m twenty-seven years old. I live alone, and I’m a teacher.”

“Ah,” I say, clicking my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “It makes sense.”

“What does?”

“That you’re a teacher. You’re used to being in control all the time. It has to be hard to come here and change. I want this to be a place you can come and let everything go. The pressure. The stress.”

She nods and bites her lip. “It is different.” She laughs softly before lifting the glass to her lips and taking a tiny sip.

“Why are you a member of The Club?”

Everyone has different reasons for joining. Some just want to play with like-minded people. Some are looking for a long-term relationship that centers around kink. Others are looking for a 24/7 master-slave relationship.

She holds the glass in her hand but doesn’t set it down. “At first, I joined to enjoy my kink, but it’s changed over time. I’m getting older and sick of playing around without my center. I want to find that person I click with—the one who becomes my other half. You know what I mean?”

I nod, because I do.

“I don’t want to give up the lifestyle, though, but I want to have something with more meaning. A connection to someone so strong that I can’t breathe without it.”

I exhale and give her a small smile. “I know exactly what you mean.”

“Do you want that?” she asks, glancing up at me.

“I didn’t think I’d ever want to settle down, but lately, it’s become more appealing to me,
piccola
.” She smiles and blinks slowly as I continue to talk. “Do you like being a Domme?”

She grimaces and sets the champagne on the table. “I thought I would. The classes were really interesting, but every time I try, it’s an epic failure.”

“Did it bother you today when I told you what to do?”

She shook her head and grinned. “It was sexy,” she whispers and bats her eyelashes at me, staring at me from under her lashes. “I felt naughty.” Her cheeks turn pink and she squirms.

“Good. Are you comfortable with me?” When she nods her agreement, I grab my phone from my back pocket. “Let’s talk about your hard and soft limits together and see where it leads.”

“Okay.” She shifts her body to one side and moans, which earns her a wink.

“Let’s start at the top.”

For a solid hour, we go line by line through her checklist. The activities she wasn’t willing to partake in were beatings, blindfolds, bruises, cages, caning, clothespins, receiving marks, stocks, thumb cuffs, and swallowing semen.

I pause over the line about semen and tap my finger against the screen. “We need to discuss the swallowing semen limit for a moment.”

She blinks and nods slowly, but she doesn’t reply.

“Why?”

“Well,” she says and clears her throat before averting her eyes. “I don’t want to swallow a virtual stranger’s semen. I mean—” She pauses and brings her eyes to mine. “If I’m in a committed relationship with someone, I don’t have a problem with it at all. But I’m not doing it for everybody.”

I nod, and although I love it when a woman swallows everything I have to offer, I like that Alese is selective. It makes it special. “I can understand,” I tell her and start on her list of things she’d like to explore more.

She likes for people to watch, just like Stella, doesn’t mind being slapped in the face, which could be hot. She also likes having her hair pulled, doesn’t mind nipple play as long as it doesn’t include forceps, she likes being spanked—which I think happens a lot to her anyway.

There are many things she is willing to do that she hasn’t had much experience with. She wants to be double penetrated, she wants to get more anal experience, which thrilled me to no end. She has never used a violet wand, but the idea excites her, and she’s never had a TENS unit used on her.

I don’t know how she’s lasted in this club for so long without hitting those items on her list. But there are some Doms who have a specific fetish. I know mine. I love a girl’s ass as much as her pussy, and there is something about Electro-Play that has always enthralled me.

“Can we go to a private room?” I ask after we finish the end of her list and have gone over the topics in depth. “I still don’t plan on touching you.”

She swallows hard, pausing with the champagne glass in front of her lips. “Yes,” she stammers out with widened eyes.

“Are you comfortable with me?” I asked her before, but I need the reassurance that nothing has changed between us.

She nods and starts to gulp down the remaining champagne in her glass.

“Same rules apply. No gags, no restraints, no touching.”

Her nose wrinkles when she hears my words. “Then, what will we do?” she asks before licking the last drop of champagne from the rim.

It’s my turn to grimace. My cock is so hard after picturing scenes together while going through her list. The way her tongue caressed the lip of the glass has me wishing I hadn’t promised not to touch her.

“You’re going to pleasure yourself, and I’m going to watch.”

“Oh,” she says and sits up straight. “Okay.”

I set my lips in a firm line and raise an eyebrow. “Try that again.”

“Yes.”

I smile and slide out of the booth, watching her groan and close her eyes as her bottom moves across the seat. The plug scrapes against the leather, and her body jolts with each movement.

“Don’t worry,
piccola
. You’ll find relief soon enough,” I tell her and snicker with my back turned to her as I reach out for her to take my hand.

I give her fingers a tiny squeeze as we climb the stairway and glance over my shoulder at her to make sure she’s not freaking out.

This could be really great or a complete clusterfuck. Based on her responses so far, I’m guessing it’ll go off without a hitch and probably with her begging for me to touch her.

When we enter the VIP lounge, I stop and grab her by the shoulders. “Are you still comfortable with the idea of going into a room alone with me?”

Without hesitation, she says, “Yes,” and nods her head.

My grip tightens. “I reserved Private Room Two for us. I could leave the door cracked, even though it’s against regulation, if it makes you more comfortable.”

She shakes her head and looks me straight in the eyes. “I’m fine. I know you’re not
him.
” she starts and pauses. “The one thing I know is that you have an impeccable reputation. You may not be easy, but no one speaks poorly of you.”

I release her shoulders, motioning toward the room next door. “Let’s agree that green means you’re good, yellow is nervous but we can proceed, and red means stop and we’ll discuss things.”

Her head bobs and she shakes out her hands. “I can remember that.”

It’s Club Basics 101. We aren’t a couple with the cute little words that set off alarm bells in my head. I want something we can both remember, so this doesn’t fall to shit in a hurry.

I hold out my hand and wait for her to place her trust in me. When she slides her palm into mine, I close my fingers around hers and lead her to the room.

She walks in first, eyeing everything and slowly turning in a circle. “Nothing’s set up.”

I shake my head and smirk, because I have my own plan. “I have a bag of stuff,” I tell her, and I reach into the cabinet where I placed it earlier tonight.

Her hands are clutching the bottom of her skirt, and she watches me with curiosity as I unzip the bag. “Brought your own?” she asks and laughs.

I nod and pull out the remote control bullet I purchased for her earlier. It is my present to her and is for her to use when we aren’t together. It is the latest, greatest, state-of-the-art bullet on the market. Anytime she’s near Wi-Fi, I can control the vibrations and sensations from my phone, even at great distances.