Chapter 14
CHAPTER 14
Renee
Master Derek texted me to let me know that the 101 Room would be available for us to do our presentation in. He’d also made that same room available for rehearsals. When I stopped by to make sure the space was clean and ready for our session today, I was surprised to see clothing racks inside and a woman on her phone. When she saw me approaching, she smiled.
“You must be Renee,” she greeted me. “I’m Kelly.”
Bombshell. She was about my height, Italian maybe, long brown hair and curves that didn’t stop. She was incredible. Her taste in clothes was immaculate as well. She wore a red off-the-shoulder dress, black wide belt with three fasteners on the side, black, white, and red sneakers, and a black knitted cable sweater. Though it was hot outside, it was very cool inside this room.
“Ezra’s assistant?”
“One and the same. He’s been kind enough to fly me down to come hang out with you over the next several weeks. Seems like we have a show to prepare for?”
I groaned inwardly. I didn’t need him taking over.
“Yes. I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were going to be here.”
“It’s okay. The only instructions I have are to assist you with whatever you need. It’s your show, so tell me what you need, and I’ll make it happen. I have a few friends who work in theater, and I was able to talk them out of some things. I hope you don’t mind.” She pointed to the clothing rack, and I moved to look at what she’d brought.
Corsets, lingerie, and other props lined the metal bar. It was more than enough to choose from.
“Also, I was able to figure out the speaker system thanks to Master Derek. So, if you need help with that, let me know.” She pointed to a table on the far wall where a laptop and a chair were set up. “I’ll mostly be over there working, but don’t be afraid to bug me if you find a reason to put me to work.”
“We have class first and then practice after. Which… you already know.” I scoffed and shook my head. I don’t know why she made me nervous.
“I do, but the reminder is nice. Also”—she nodded to the bin in the corner and what appeared to be a small concession area—“Ezra dropped off some things for you guys to have during rehearsal. The bin has fresh towels, the cooler has drinks, and the snacks are for whoever wants them.”
“I can’t believe he did all this.” I spoke the words more to myself than to Kelly, but she’d heard me.
“Sometimes, people just know.” She walked over to the table she’d arranged as her work station. “Do you mind if I walk with you to class?”
“Not at all. You’re attending?”
“Something like that. It’s week two, which means it’s time to get you guys out of your heads and live out your fantasies.”
I learned what that meant when I got to the room and Ezra wasn’t present. Everybody chatted until Kelly took control of the class.
“The reason why you were all asked to wear really comfortable clothes is because you’ll be doing lots of moving around today. In order to feel sexy when you’re in a very vulnerable state, you’ve got to get out of your head about it. Master EJ is a D-type. He can show you what he likes to see, but he can’t help you get your mind in the right space.” She pulled up a seat and sat down. “We handle the process differently than Dominants do. They summon the active or external version of control. The parts that make a scene move forward when they want, stall when we need, and then pull it all together. For us, our control comes from within or is internal. Our minds keep everything in check and are also being challenged by that outside or external force.”
Weirdly enough, she was making a lot of sense.
“However, we can’t allow our thoughts to pull us completely from the scene. That’s why we have to express our thoughts through our body, pulling some of that control to other areas. For instance, if I’m nervous about a scene and I’m told to kneel, it might look something like this.” Kelly got on her knees and stiffly remained in position. “But if I’m in control of my mind, I can push that into my body.” She relaxed her posture so that her kneel felt more approachable. “And if I’m trusting, in control, and in touch with my feminine energy, I’m more daring. Sexy.” She spread her legs, put her hands behind her back, and looked seductively toward the floor. Every once in a while, she batted her lashes, slowly and deliberately. The top of her breasts were on display, pushed out by her pose, enticing whoever wanted her.
“You expect us to do that?” somebody asked.
“I do. And you have the entire class session today to convince yourself you can do it. Partner up. Remember one thing,” Kelly said as she stood, “you’ll do yourself no justice if you take it easy on one another. Offer suggestions. Help pull one another outside your mental spaces.”
Chatter began as we moved around, partnering up. Elara looked at me and I nodded. After an hour of practicing, I understood why Ezra wasn’t present. Kelly was hands on and helped to adjust us. It also facilitated our ability to relax into the assignment. I don’t think that would have been possible if he had been present.
“Renee, accentuate more of your power through your body. You have beautiful curves that are enticing by themselves. You have to lean into that feminine energy and trust yourself. Give it your all.”
“Submission on the deepest level, taking care of me because you want to, not because you have to, obedience, being open to me however and whenever I want. Enduring as much or as little pain as I want you to. Suffering for my pleasure. Orgasm denial and control. Mind fucks. Degradation. Humiliation. Privately, of course. What’s mine is fucking mine. Wearing my scent. Feminine energy.” I heard Ezra’s voice loud and clear in my mind. “Suffering for my pleasure.”
I closed my eyes and thought about how he made me feel when he watched me suffer. How aroused he became because I was open to him. I relaxed into my pose, resting on my heels, and I tossed my hair to one side, leaving my neck exposed. I found a spot on the floor that was close to where I thought his feet would be if he were watching, and I focused on it. My chest rose and fell heavier because I was aroused, but that was okay. It was for him.
“Perfect!” Kelly kissed my forehead and moved on to the next person.
“Well shit, how do I get a kiss?” Elara sassed.
“Are you into women?” I asked her.
“No, but I have a praise kink and that was hot.” She laughed.
It didn’t take the entire class for everybody to get their stamps of approval, so she taught us a few other poses and how to change them up. Then we all walked over to the rehearsal space. I showed them the routine in pieces. It felt weird at first because I wasn’t used to being the lead. Then I remembered what we’d learned in class and let those preconceived notions die. We accomplished the first part of the moves. I wanted to give everybody two sessions to get it right before I considered cutting people from it. I put emphasis on practicing alone. The better they showed up prepared, the quicker we’d get the routine.
After it was over, I let everybody browse the racks and choose what outfits they wanted. Kelly helped those who needed it, and I tried not to get overly excited about the possibilities this show would bring. I was going to dance again, in front of others who would also be cheering for our success. Though small, it was a dream come true.
The rest of the week was very similar. Ezra wasn’t there at all, but his presence was made known. Flowers at my job, lunch delivered to my apartment, refreshments for every rehearsal, Kelly at my disposal, and he even had a giant-size teddy bear delivered to me with his name embroidered on the shirt it was wearing. I stopped by his apartment on Thursday night, but he wasn’t there. When I asked Kelly about it, she explained that he had real estate properties he was selling this week, but he’d be back in the middle of the third week.
I hated I’d told him I needed space from him, but at the time, it felt necessary. By Tuesday of the third week, I was anxious from all the attention from him though he wasn’t present. I missed him like crazy and needed a hug like yesterday. When I stopped by, he didn’t answer, which hopefully meant he was either asleep or not back yet. Regardless, I wasn’t happy about it and moped all the way to my bed.
I guessed it was going to be yet another sleepless night.