Chapter 5
say yes to edging
Nia
Desmond stands beside me and peeks over his shoulder as Madame continues speaking on what this demonstration entails. I drone out her voice as his scent envelops me, his proximity setting off the usual alarms in my brain that sound at every sight of him.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, but it’s too late to back out now.
“Um, Nia? I’m going to edge you,” he informs, reminding me of what I have volunteered for. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“No. Um. Yes—I-I’m here to learn.” I take a breath and clear my throat. “I raised my hand, didn’t I?” I quip, challenging myself and him.
Who the hell am I?
He assesses me, considering his response, and I swallow, unsure of where this bravery has come from, but I think I like it?
This is way outside of my comfort zone but I feel that these few months attending classes and getting more comfortable with kink have enticed me to explore this.
Desmond being a familiar face is only an added bonus.
“Okay then. Well, you can have some privacy in that changing room over there, and put this vibrator in your panties. You’ll take this,” he explains, separating the tiny vibe from the magnet, “and place it in your panties, facing you. This magnet holds it in place on the outside. Then you’ll come out here on that X-Cross to be edged.
You cannot come until I say so and if you do, we’ll discuss a worthy punishment. Understand?”
A punishment? If it’s spanking, I’m all in.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he asks with a raised eyebrow. “If you’re assuming this role, how do you properly address me?”
Shit. Mr. Maxwell? Daddy? Sir? Let’s try Sir.
“Yes…Sir?”
“That’s a good girl.”
Oh my God.
He shifts on his feet, as if he forgot something, and glances into my eyes. I will myself to focus on his words. “One more thing. I cannot touch you without permission,” he admits, staring expectantly at me.
“You can touch me, Sir. I’d love that.”
Oh God. Why did I say that? It’s the eyes. Those fucking eyes.
He leans in, offering a soft smirk that sends heat to my lower belly and my breath hitches.
“Well, if you didn’t like it, that would be a problem. Please let me know if this is too much at any time. Speak up and I’ll stop everything. Just say when. I’ll need you to pick a safeword, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart.
I blink away the cartoon hearts likely forming in my irises and skim over all the notes I’ve taken over the last few weeks. Safewords can be anything—some people aim for foods, animals, and silly phrases, and for those who prefer the stoplight system, that’s an option as well.
“Pomegranate,” I declare, easy to remember and sexy enough for the occasion.
“Pomegranate,” he repeats. “You got it.”
He takes my hand and carefully guides me over to the changing room to ensure I don’t tumble over with all the random platforms behind the main stage.
“There are toy cleaners in there and everything you need. I’ll be right outside the door to help you back. I’ve busted my ass on this stage a time or ten and would like to make sure that doesn’t happen to you.” He chuckles.
“Thanks. I won’t be long,” I assure, shutting the door behind me and making quick at getting started.
My ex wasn’t interested in much aside from missionary in bed, so all of this is very new and defiant of me. I can’t say I’ve worn a vibrator in public or even been edged before, but here I am welcoming it with open arms.
When I get home tonight and call Vik, she is going to be elated that I did something outside of the box.
After all, that’s the reason she offered me a guest pass in the first place.
She was so happy when I became a member and no matter what happens, I’m thankful I listened to her, because this new version of myself happens to be my favorite so far.
I head over to the sink to wash my hands and notice a spray bottle of silicone toy disinfectant on the counter as I dry off. I grab some extra paper towels and follow the instructions on the label, generously spraying the vibrator and wiping it clean.
I tug my panties down my thighs, thankful I chose to wear cute cheeky ones today and remove the magnet to apply the toy.
I line the thumb-sized vibe up to my clit and snap the magnet on the outside of the fabric to secure it into place.
It feels good as is and I can’t imagine how much better it’ll be once Desmond controls it.
I clean my hands once more before meeting Desmond outside the door. He smiles softly and asks, “You ready? If you’ve changed your mind, that’s perfectly fine.”
“No, I’m doing this. I’ve thought about it.”
“Alright,” he says, taking my hand once again as he leads me safely back to center stage where the X-Cross awaits. I’ve only seen these mentioned in the courses; the real thing looks a bit terrifying, but I’m not backing out of this if I can stand it.
I back into the device while he squats down, gently instructing me to spread my legs, and I do, hoping I’m not noticeably shaking.
The cuffs are soft against my skin and he stares up at me, adjusting them and looking for an indicator that they aren’t too tight on my ankles.
I nod assuredly and he rises up, repeating the same motions with my arms as he secures my wrists comfortably above my head.
“How do you feel?”
“Nervous, but I’m fine.”
“Please tell me if that changes. Seriously. Don’t bite your tongue with me. I enjoy rewarding good behavior. Keep that in mind, sweetheart.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper, following with a gulp.
He retrieves an earpiece from his pocket and slips it in his ear, pressing it until a soft beep sounds.
“Let’s get started, shall we?” he asks, turning away to face the class and proceed with the demonstration.
“Today we have Miss Nia, who’ll be my lucky volunteer. I am going to demonstrate edging and orgasm denial with the help of Madame X and one of my favorite tools.” He pauses, removing a small remote from his pocket and waving it toward the crowd.
He presses a button to shift on the lowest setting and I breathe through the soft hums kissing my clit. I bite back a moan, attempting to focus on his commands, but I can’t hear much over my heart thumping in my ears.
I cannot believe I said yes to this. It’s so hot and unlike anything I’ve ever done.
desmond
I will survive this as long as I stay focused on the task at hand and maintain eye contact only. Nia can moan, writhe, weep, and squirm all she wants to, but I will not let it deter me. I have hosted many of these in my career without fail and can do them with my eyes closed.
I am a professional. I am a professional. I am a professional.
I face the crowd and begin, gauging them when I tap the button on the remote in my hand, fighting the urge to steal a peek at her reactions.
“I am starting off gradually, with light, teasing pulsations from the toy in her panties. Miss Nia has granted me permission to do whatever is necessary to complete this demonstration.
We will be using the traffic light system to gauge her comfort level because this is new to her, but we have discussed her safeword and she has been instructed to use it whenever needed. I’d like for you all to assist me in keeping an ear out. The safeword is pomegranate. Repeat after me.”
“Pomegranate,” the crowd repeats.
“Good, good,” I say, turning the setting up another notch and taking a deep breath when a needy moan escapes her throat. “How are we doing over there, Nia? Give me a color.”
“Green,” she squeaks.
“Alright. You heard her. We’ll keep it going.
Let’s get into orgasm denial and why it’s one of my favorite things.
First, I’d like to mention that it’s an intense kink and you must know your partner’s limits.
There needs to be a way to ‘safe out.’ This isn’t negotiable and it is imperative that you are mindful of this during scenes as your partner must be able to express to you in some way that they need you to stop or slow down.
If your partner is bound, don’t gag them and vice versa. One or the other because they need to be able to ‘safe out.’ Any questions?” I ask, tapping the button to halt the settings. The whine she lets loose makes me smirk to myself.
I call on a few attendees with questions about safewords and the traffic light system while flipping on the toy for her. Madame X sits pretty across from us on stage, taking every other question on as I check in with Nia, who’s doing great.
“Alright, let’s get back into it. Orgasm denial is not for everyone, but it is for me.
” I pause and the crowd cackles. I wait for them to settle down and continue.
“It’s not about withholding pleasure. In fact, I prefer the intensity of the orgasm that comes from all the teasing, stopping, and applying pressure.
It’s rewarding for both myself and my partners,” I admit.
“More,” she whimpers.
She begs beautifully. She’ll be rewarded for that.
I acknowledge her need by increasing the setting and closing my eyes as her moans wash over me.
“If you’re interested, I recommend trying it alone first or even during mutual masturbation with someone.
This will allow you to determine your limits and build intimacy with your partner.
Also, for anyone curious about this toy by the end of our session, it is available to purchase from our toy chest. I’ll let Madame handle this round of questions,” I add, padding across the stage to approach her while maintaining a respectful distance.
She gave me permission to touch her, but I don’t trust myself right now.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, muting my mic and holding eye contact.
I ignore her pebbled nipples poking through her mini dress in my peripheral.
“Like I need to come.” She winces.
Madame is still answering questions as I lower the setting on Nia’s toy and the wrinkle in her brow is so cute when she’s irritated.
“You’re doing so good for me. Soon. Still green?”
“Yes, Sir. Still green. I can wait,” she agrees with a nod, eyes welling up with tears. “I want to earn it.”
“Such a pretty girl. I’ll make it worthwhile. Do you trust me?” I ask, staring into those watery brown eyes.
“I-I do,” she manages through short breaths.
I want to make her come. So badly, but she’s gotta wait. I can’t let her have it that easy.