The Class
GISELE
I t 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 Jo?o. 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?
Jo?o still hadn’t even kissed me; if that wasn’t self-control, I didn’t know what was.
There was something deeper operating in 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 Jo?o, and Jo?o 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. Jo?o 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, a mix 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 Jo?o’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’d remembered 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 Jo?o.
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 Jo?o 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 Jo?o 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.” Jo?o’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 Jo?o…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,” Jo?o rumbled, making my nipples tingle inside my bra.
“Oh boy. Bye! Stop getting me in trouble,” Aisha said, waltzing out of the room with her smile still intact.
Oh, it was on. See, I might be God-fearing, quiet, and soft-spoken, but I did not like people who tried to pull a fast one on me. Leaving my seat, I approached Jo?o, whose gaze zeroed on my face until I stood right before him.
“Why haven’t you communicated with me this past week?” His clipped tones were so different from the husky rumble he’d used with Aisha, which had my temple ticking.
“Come again?”
“You heard the question the first time.” The completely unemotional response told me everything about how much he was trying to keep in control. The fact I could tell that already settled in as comforting and alarming knowledge.
“I didn’t know what to say after our last conversation. I…you removed every opportunity for us to be something before we could be.” I tried to keep the accusatory tone down, but his flashing gaze said it all. Just as he was going to reply, my stomach decided to take charge. Loudly.
“Did you have lunch today?” There, he emerged at last, that husky, deep rumble of his making me shiver in recognition.
“I…” Shit, I was pissed, hungry, and annoyed at his anger, but I recognized that glint in his eyes and the flare of his nose. The calm, controlled cadence of his words. The languid repose, one leg bent over the other, back relaxed against the armchair.
“Do you consent to receiving punishment for not taking care of yourself today? For not texting or calling the whole week?” He asked it as if inquiring about my well-being during a romantic stroll. My entire body jolted in delicious anticipation, licks of heat kissing my skin.
“Why would I consent when you aren’t my Dom?” I challenged back, my voice cracking under the weight of my emotions.
“Oh, we’ll speak about that after. At this point, you leave me no choice, do you?” Jo?o chuckled without one trace of humor. He was testing me, trying to scare me with his ominous words and deceiving calm. What would he do if I challenged him? What would he do if I actually pushed his buttons?
“Fine, I accept the punishment, and that’ll make you my Dom.” I shrugged, ignoring the tautness stretching between us. His control would not cede to my taunts. We both planned to tug until there was no more to give.
Air. That was what I felt at first; air shifting and swirling around me.
Heat singeing my front as Jo?o’s body bolted in front of mine.
My heart thumped wildly, aware of my fate sooner than my brain.
A rugged hand grasped the back of my neck.
Our clothes clung to each other for a brief second as my muscles turned weightless.
The ease he moved me with made my pussy throb in anticipation.
Wetness gathered between my legs. My knees settled on the armchair as my breasts crushed against purple velvet.
Bowing to the pressure he exerted, I bent to his leisure.
All of this happened in less than a minute. Air caught in my lungs, unable to escape. My mouth popped open and before any words slipped out, Jo?o’s heavy hand connected with my behind, the lower flesh of my rear recoiling and vibrating at the swiftness.
“I don’t know how to control myself around you. That shit dangerous. You’re danger,” he growled as my moan resonated in the quiet room.
“Sorry, Master! Sorry for not taking care of myself,” I cried, my legs slick with my passion.
“No sense why the fuck this feels so good.”
“Because you can show me the real you. And I want the real you.”
“There is nothing hidden, Gisele; what you see is what you get.” Jo?o relentlessly kept swatting my ass.
The pain was manageable; never did he inflict serious harm.
It was a delicious sting that warmed my bottom and ignited my pussy.
His expertise was obvious, the spanks coming in timed succession until I relaxed enough, learning the cadence before he changed it up on me, surprising me with a spank offbeat.
“Not hidden, just not uncovered…” I whispered, and the spanks paused. He lifted me by the shoulders, his hands gentle even with the force he used to move me.
“You shouldn’t want this,” he breathed audibly. We were equally worked up, our chests rapidly mimicking each other.
“You don’t get to control that. But you get to negotiate what you can control with me, and I promise you…you won’t regret this.” The same sense of faith that I’d always walk under the light of God assured me this was right. This was right; if only he could see it too.
“We’ll do this correctly. We’ll vet each other first. And we’ll agree to clear parameters, limits, and rituals; I need your full consent.”
Jo?o’s mesmerizing dark brown eyes penetrated me, searching for an answer he thought he’d never find. I allowed him his perusal, my faith bubbling out of me, a smile threatening to run away from me.
“Yes, Master Q.”
“No, don’t call me that. Call me Master Jo?o,” he purred.
“Yes, Master Jo?o,” I repeated, instinctively knowing no one had ever called him that before.
Jo?o eyelids fluttered low for a second. My breath whooshed out of my lungs as his intense gaze ensnared me, his hope shimmering fathomless within him.