Chapter 1: Classification
The examination room seemed to have grown several degrees colder since the doctor had handed her her test results. The kindly looking older woman with the pencil stuck in her updo looked sympathetically at her as her face fell and she crumpled the piece of paper in her fist. It was so simple, just containing her name, the doctor's information, and the result of her screening.
She had presented late, twenty one rather than eighteen. They'd screened her every year since then, but the results had always come back as inconclusive.
"Are you alright?"
The doctor's voice was kind, but Alyssa didn't care. She was frozen in place, disbelieving, because this wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed... Her sisters weren't...
She didn't look like a submissive. She was big and muscled, and no man had ever dared to follow her on the street. She was supposed to be a dominant, not... not this.
The doctor put a hand on her shoulder and Alyssa tensed, clenching her fists harder.
"I... I know this is hard to accept for some people," said the doctor, handing Alyssa a folder full of papers. "But, I want to assure you that it's nothing to be ashamed of. This folder contains some basic information, including the names of government verified establishments where dominants and submissives can go. Many of these places also run groups for newly classified dominants and submissives, and I would encourage you to check them out, especially if you find yourself uncomfortable with this."
Alyssa stood up and shoved the piece of paper containing her test results inside the folder, storming out of the clinic.
Amanda had texted her a question mark, as she had every year since her twin had been first tested. Alyssa turned her phone off- she had no idea how she was going to tell her family about this. Logically, she knew that they wouldn't be disappointed. They had told all of their daughters that, no matter what, they would always be proud of them. But still, both of her sisters were dominants, she was supposed to be a dominant too.
She and Amanda shared an apartment, so she knew that she would have to tell her sister eventually. But, she reasoned, shoving the folder of papers in her shoulder bag, there was no need to do it yet. She paced the streets until, finally, she ended up in her favorite bookstore. Wandering through the stacks of books, she felt her fists begin to unclench, little by little. Being surrounded by pages upon pages of stories, the stories of people who weren't her, Alyssa Naeher, newly classified submissive, made a little bit of the weight lift off of her shoulders.
Grabbing a Tolkien novel off the shelf, she flopped into one of the bookstore's reading chairs and flipped it open to the beginning pages.
Middle Earth, a world without dominants or submissives, a world where she didn't have to worry about any of this...
"Have you read it before?"
A quiet voice interrupted her before she could even finish reading the first page, and Alyssa stuck her finger in to mark her place, even though she didn't need to- there was no way to lose it. She looked up to find the owner of the voice, a blonde woman with her hair in a loose braid. She had a pair of stylish reading glasses on the top of her head and her jeans were high-waisted. Her face looked even kinder than that of the doctor, and, to make a long story short, she was pretty.
But, even though the woman was beautiful, Alyssa couldn't help but feel a surge of anger rising back up into her chest. She had just begun to relax, to block out the world and forget about the bad news, and then this woman had to come charging into her bubble and interrupt it.
So, she gave a terse nod, ponytail swinging from side to side. Her smile was just as tight as her nod, and she hoped that the beautiful woman would get the hint and leave her to her book.
No such luck. Rather the opposite, in fact.
There was an empty chair beside her, and the woman sank into it, eyes raking across Alyssa. Not judging, more... analyzing.
"It's one of my favorites," she said softly. "Do you read much Tolkien?"
Again, Alyssa nodded, hoping that the woman would leave her alone. Her torso was angled away from the newcomer, and she almost felt bad for being so unfriendly, especially when she saw the woman's lovely face fall slightly.
"Are you alright?"
Alyssa was about to nod, but found herself shaking her head instead, minutely.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
This time, her head shake was bigger. She caught the woman's nod out of the corner of her eye while she was pretending to study the cover of the book intently.
"Okay," said the woman, getting up and placing a gentle hand on Alyssa's shoulder. "I hope you feel better."
Then, she walked away, leaving a sweet smell lingering in the air.
She stayed in the bookstore until the clerks began to close down, and then she put the book back on the shelf and began the walk back to the apartment she shared with her twin sister. It seemed ten times longer than normal, thanks to the dread which filled her from head to toe at the thought of telling anyone that she wasn't the dominant they all thought she would be, and was instead a submissive, with biological instincts just waiting to boil to the surface and fuck up her entire life.
She considered taking a few extra spins around the block, just to put it off a little longer, but then Amanda was calling to her, head poking through their second story window, and she knew that she couldn't avoid the conversation any further.
"So," said Amanda, once she had pulled the spaghetti off of the stove and served it up for the two of them. "Why'd you ignore my texts?"
Alyssa shrugged, poking at her noodles, moving a lump of tomato sauce from side to side and watching the red spread across the light yellow of the pasta. She took a sip of her water, and Amanda set her fork down on the table, a little bit too hard.
"I sent you four texts, Lys. You didn't answer any of them. For hours. You've never done that before. I almost called mom and dad."
Despite the lump in her throat, the regret at making Amanda worry, Alyssa just shrugged again.
"Okay," said Amanda, picking her fork back up only to slam it down again, even harder, making her twin sister look up. "There's something going on with you, Alyssa Michelle Naeher, and you are going to tell me what it is, or else I'll... I'll..."
Alyssa had to hold back a laugh. Amanda wasn't great at threats.
"Please," she said. "Just tell me. Whatever it is, there's no way it can be that bad."
Alyssa wanted to take a bite of her pasta, just so that she'd have an excuse not to answer her sister, but her stomach was roiling too much. So, she decided, she just had to spit it out.
"Well," she said, hesitating. "My... My test results came back."
"Ah, fucking finally," said Amanda. "We've been waiting for years! So, what is it? Joining the club?"
When Alyssa didn't immediately perk up and confirm Amanda's statement, instead seeming to collapse into herself, the other twin got the picture. She reached a hand across the table to her sister and put a gentle hand on her arm.
"Oh, Lys," she said. "Are you..."
Alyssa buried her head in her hands as Amanda stroked her arm. The silence confirmed it.
"Alyssa," she said. "It's okay. It's nothing to be ashamed of. So, you're a submissive. So what? You're still the same Alyssa-"
Alyssa shoved her chair out and glared at Amanda.
"You don't know what it means, Amanda! I didn't either, beyond what we learned in school! But now, it's... it's fucking different! I never thought I'd have to worry about what... what fucking happens! I don't want to need someone to... to... I can fucking take care of myself, I don't need a dominant!"
Amanda just sat there, listening to Alyssa yell about how she wouldn't be one of those submissives, the ones that everyone saw on television, completely dependent on their dominants.
"I know," said Amanda, standing up and opening her arms, inviting her twin to take comfort in them like she had when they were little. "You... Alyssa, I don't know what to say to you. I'm not... I'm sure there are people who can help you... understand this."
Alyssa felt tears pricking at her eyes, and she rushed into Amanda's arms, burying her face in her twin's shoulder. As Amanda stroked her back, the tears grew. Her sister led her to her bedroom and, the next morning, she found the folder from the doctor's office sat on her bedside table.
She hadn't looked at it yesterday, other than shoving her test results inside. But today, feeling slightly better after having a day to process it, and now that someone knew, even if it was only Amanda, she decided to open it up and take a peek inside.
Other than the basic information about the proper healthcare for a submissive- really, no different than her former routine- and warning signs of subdrop, there was an official looking sheet of paper which listed names and addresses of what she supposed were the government approved clubs and establishments where dominants and submissives alike could go to get training, advice, or simply to meet other recently classified people and make friends. And, of course, the part she had been dreading.
Where submissives can safely obey their biology in the care of experienced and understanding dominants.
Even though Alyssa wanted to crumple up the piece of paper and throw it into the fireplace, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of interest. Something in her chest wanted to know what it would be like to be in one of those places.
Curiosity killed the cat, Alyssa, she said to herself. But, she couldn't stop looking at the list, and one entry caught her eye.
It was so close to her apartment. And, no matter how much she hated it, she couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine at the thought of it.
She googled it, and found that it was open beginning at eight in the evening. Entry fee was only twenty dollars. And it was so close.
Really, she had no excuse not to go.
So, at eight thirty, Alyssa pulled her hair up into a high ponytail and donned a jean jacket and a pair of leggings, then grabbed her purse and waved goodbye to Amanda. Her sister gave her a smile and returned her attention to the episode of The Office which was being cast to their television from her laptop.
She walked the two blocks to the club, and took it in for a moment. It didn't look like what she had imagined one of these clubs to look like- rather than being dark and mysterious, it had a polite sign out front, like that of a daytime cafe, and the windows, while they had blinds covering whatever activity was taking place inside, were lit with a pleasant glow.
She chewed at her lip, tapping her toes nervously inside her pair of ankle boots.
"Fuck," she whispered. "Am I really doing this?"
There was a light laugh from behind her, and she turned around to see two women, one blonde with numerous tattoos visible from underneath her sleeves. She was dressed in jeans and sneakers, and she didn't look like someone who Alyssa would have expected to find at one of these places. The other woman, a brunette, was in a pair of Doc Martens, tights and a dress. There was a thin collar around her neck, like the ones that Alyssa saw on all of her friends who were married submissives, bonded to a dominant. They didn't look like the type of people Alyssa would have expected to find in one of these clubs. Then again, in her experience, the submissives and dominants who went to these places regularly were like the ones in the porn videos which she had accidentally walked in on Amanda watching, with the former completely subject to the latter.
Maybe it was like that.
She really just had no idea- she was lost in a world that she had no idea how to navigate.
"I know it seems intimidating," said the smaller woman, the submissive. "But I promise, everyone in there is incredible. I was nervous too, but there's really nothing to worry about."
Her partner nodded in agreement, arm wrapped around her submissive's waist as she pulled the door open.
"We promise," she said. "You'll be okay. You've just gotta take the plunge."
The couple disappeared into the building, leaving Alyssa alone once again on the sidewalk. She took a deep breath, working herself up to it. She couldn't help but let the women's words comfort her, a little bit. So, swallowing down the lump in her throat, she opened the door and took her first step inside.
The first thing Alyssa noticed about the place was that it smelled almost... nice?
Not like sex, although that was mostly likely the primary activity, but like a sweet-smelling perfume, sprayed in just the right amount. There was an elegant beaded curtain between the reception desk and the main room, and Alyssa stared at it long enough to memorize the order of colors- red, green, black, red, green, black- rather than turning towards the receptionist and revealing the blush on her cheeks, which grew deeper and more scarlet each time she heard a soft noise from behind the curtain.
Another two people came in behind her, a tall woman and a shorter one, both blondes. The shorter blonde handed the receptionist thirty dollars- Alyssa supposed that there must be a discount for couples who came together?- and greeted her familiarly.
"It's nice to see you guys," said the receptionist in a sunny voice, and the shorter blonde returned the sentiment, then grabbed her partner's wrist gently and led her through the curtain. As they left, the taller woman gave the receptionist a small wave. It slid back into place before Alyssa got a chance to see what was behind it.
"Can I help you, honey?"
Alyssa shouldn't have been as startled as she was when the receptionist addressed her- she had been standing near her desk for nearly five minutes without moving. But still, she jerked violently and turned around to face the receptionist, her high ponytail swinging and brushing against her neck.
"Sorry," said the woman, looking at Alyssa with a smile. "I was just wondering if you were lost?"
Alyssa shook her head, trying to catch her breath.
"I'm... I just..."
The receptionist's smile widened as she twirled her pen between her fingers. When Alyssa looked closer at her desk, she could see several identical pens in a mug with a bulldog on it.
Alyssa nodded, picking at her cuticles nervously. A piece of her fingernail fell to the floor, and she covered it with the heel of her shoes.
"It can be hard," said the woman sympathetically. "But, everyone's been there. Well, a lot of people anyway. I promise, it'll be okay."
Alyssa nodded, not quite believing her but desperately wanting to.
"Do you wanna go in?"
She did- she didn't think she would want to go in as badly as she did, but it was as if every muscle in her body was in conflict with itself, begging for her both to take a few steps forwards and see what was behind the curtain and to turn on her heel and run all the way back home.
"I'll tell you what," said the receptionist, tucking her pen in her ponytail. "Go on in. I work until one, and if you don't like it or if you get too scared, come back out here and I'll give you your money back."
And, there went her last excuse. Alyssa nodded and approached the desk, handing her twenty dollar bill to the woman, who grinned.
"Okay," she said. "Since it's your first time here, I've just gotta have you fill out some basic paperwork while I run your ID to make sure you're not going to pull out a machete and murder everyone."
Alyssa forced a smile at the receptionist's attempt at humor, and exchanged her driver's license for a clipboard, and a pen plucked from the bulldog mug. She watched as her pen slid across the paper, blue ink spreading as she wrote out her name and checked the appropriate boxes confirming that she had no medical conditions which could put her in danger inside the club, that she had never been convicted of a violent crime, and that she was classified as a submissive.
"Okay," said the receptionist, handing her driver's license back to her in exchange for the clipboard. She perused it quickly, entering the data into the computer as Alyssa tucked her driver's license back into her wallet.
"Everything looks great! Since you're here by yourself, would you like me to see if any of our doms have any availability? No extra charge," she added. "We get government funding."
Alyssa chewed at her lip, considering as she handed the receptionist her valuables, to be stored in one of the cupboards behind the desk so as to not get in the way.
"I... I'm not sure."
The receptionist, who Alyssa only now noticed had a badge declaring her name to be Rose, put a hand over hers.
"If you'd rather just watch for now, that's fine too. It's really up to you."
Alyssa shrugged, mind flitting back and forth between the options- take a day to get used to it, or jump in with both feet and see how she would do. She couldn't deny that her dreams last night had been filled with images that confused her beyond belief- ones where she was on her knees, a faceless woman with a hand in her hair, and where she felt, inexplicably, happy. When she had woken up, she had wanted to shudder and put them from her mind as horrid and unthinkable, but she couldn't quite deny the warmth that had flooded through her while she was dreaming them.
"You can always-"
She interrupted Rose, clenching her fists in determination. The woman behind the desk raised her eyebrows, but didn't question her. Instead, she typed something in her computer.
"Alright," she said. "It looks two of our doms have availability tonight. Lucky for you, one of them is Christie- she's the one we usually recommend for our first-timers, just so they have a nice, gentle introduction to it. Does that sound good to you?"
Alyssa nodded, still not quite able to believe that she was taking this plunge so quickly. But, she reasoned, she would have to do it sometime. No time like the present, after all.
Rose gave her another smile and typed something into her computer.
"She'll see you in twenty minutes, in Room 3. Let me know if you have any questions, okay?"
Alyssa nodded, and Rose gestured her through, to the new world which lay beyond the redgreenblack beaded curtain.
As the curtain closed behind her with a gentle rattle, Alyssa didn't know where she should look first. There was just so much going on- so many people. The first thing she noticed was that almost every single one of them was female- there was, in fact, only one man that she could see. He was built like a football player, and laughing happily at the beautiful blonde woman trying to climb up onto his back.
That was, at least, a relief. Alyssa had little to no liking for male doms, and even less trust. She was sure that the majority of them were lovely people, she was just glad that the first time she dipped her toes into the world, she would be able to do so not under the eyes of men.
Her eyes brushed over couple after couple, as well as a few people who seemed to be there on their own. They were mostly chatting with each other, although one or two couples were engaged in heavier activities.
Particularly, there was one couple which made Alyssa's eyes widen and a blush rise to her cheeks. The submissive had a thick collar around her neck, and her dominant had a hand wrapped around her ponytail, forcing her downwards to press a kiss to her high heels.
"Good girl," cooed the dominant, and the submissive seemed to preen under the praise, leaning into her dominant's touch.
"Hey," said a voice. "Over here!"
Alyssa tore her attention away from the couple to see the women she had met outside the club. The blonde was gesturing her over to their little circle, pulling her submissive onto her lap to open up a space for Alyssa.
"So," said the blonde as Alyssa tentatively took her seat. "You made it in! Good for you, kid!"
Alyssa couldn't help but smile at the older woman's enthusiasm, despite the fact that she wanted to close in on herself and avoid the- friendly- gazes of the people whose circle she had joined.
"I'm Ashlyn," said the blonde, reaching over to shake Alyssa's hand. Her grip was firm, and actually helped the younger woman's heart rate to begin returning to normal.
"I'm Alyssa," she said quietly, and Ashlyn grinned.
"Nice to officially meet you, Alyssa," she said. "This is my submissive, Ali."
Ali kissed Ashlyn's cheek, then smiled at Alyssa from her seat on her dominant's lap.
"Ash is fucking crazy," she said. "Just warning you now."
"But," said a short haired woman sitting across from the couple. "It's the good kind of crazy- promise. I'm Megan, and this is Sue."
Sue greeted Alyssa without picking her head up from where it leaned against Megan's shoulder. Neither was wearing a collar, and so it was impossible for Alyssa to tell which one was the dom, and which was the sub.
Within two more minutes, Alyssa had been introduced to everyone else in the small circle- only one more couple, plus two single women. The couple introduced themselves as Tobin and Christen- the latter's position leaning against the former's legs made Alyssa fairly certain that she was the submissive. The two single women were Crystal, a dom who had left her husband at home tonight, and Tierna, a sub who looked like she couldn't be any older than eighteen.
The group tried their best to include Alyssa in their conversation, asking her opinion on various things, seemingly random. At one point, Megan and Ashlyn seemed to be about to get into a heated argument over whether pancakes or muffins were the superior breakfast food, but were stopped in their tracks when Ali planted a line of kisses down Ashlyn's neck.
Before she knew it, twenty minutes had passed, and Alyssa cautiously asked Ali, in a whisper, where she could find the room where Rose had told her she was to meet Christie.
Ali pointed to a hallway, where Alyssa could see several doors, and the young woman rose. Her hands were trembling slightly, and a wave of nerves had washed over her. The entire circle smiled at her understandingly.
"Who are you meeting?" Christen asked.
"C-Christie," stuttered Alyssa, and Tierna gave her a bright smile.
"She's wonderful," said the young sub. "I saw her my first time here, and she was literally so understanding and sweet. She normally handles the first timers, but I still see her sometimes when I've had a really shitty day and just want someone to pet my hair and call me a good girl."
Alyssa swallowed around the lump in her throat and gave the women a smile. She left the circle and walked past the other patrons of the club, trying not to make it obvious that she was trembling like a leaf.
It felt like she was moving in slow motion, her eyes locking onto random details. The individual specks of lint in the carpet. The way the shoes of the dominant woman she had seen earlier with her hand wrapped in her submissive's hair still glittered with the spit of the woman who was now talking to someone else while the collared woman knelt by her feet. The exact sound of the air freshener as it sprayed, spreading the pleasant flowery scent.
She arrived in front of the door, raised her fist, and knocked.
New year, same sporadic update schedule.
Chapter 3: Foray
"Come on in," said a welcoming voice, and Alyssa took a deep breath, holding it in for a few seconds before letting it out with a hiss of air, trying to steel herself. She had hoped that the dominant would open the door for her, or that the thing would just open magically on its own, because even the simple movement of wrapping her fingers around a knob and turning it seemed suddenly impossible, especially with how hard her hands had begun to shake.
She waited a moment, gathering her courage.
"Come in," the voice repeated, without an ounce of impatience, and Alyssa bit her lip, running her teeth back and forth over the bottom one. Somehow, she managed to stop her hands from shaking for just long enough to close her calloused fingers around the shiny brass doorknob, turn it, and pull open the door. It seemed like it was opening in slow motion, but without the creak which so often accompanied those things. Government funding, she guessed, trying to joke with herself to calm her nerves, must also cover WD-40.
"It's okay," said the woman inside as Alyssa lingered awkwardly in the doorway, eyes flitting around the room, searching for the implements that would most likely end up being used on her at some point- if not tonight, then sometime in the not too distant future.
"You can come in, sweetheart. You don't need to be scared."
Alyssa stepped just far enough inside to be able to close the door behind her, but stayed so close that her back was pressed against the wood. The sound of the click as it latched was, at the same time, comforting and ominous. The happy buzz of the rest of the club disappeared. She could no longer hear sounds of the beautiful dom with the shiny black boots praising the woman on her knees before her, she could no longer hear Ashlyn's distinct voice rising above all the others as she chatted with her friends. It was just her and a complete stranger, alone in the silence of Room Three.
The woman turned around to greet her officially, and once again Alyssa was struck by how incredibly normal she looked.
Christie had her hair up in a simple high ponytail, not unlike Alyssa's own, wrapped up with a black hair tie. She was wearing a loose-fitting short sleeve navy top which showed off her lithe arm muscles perfectly, and black leggings leading down into a pair of equally black boots with wide heels. She was holding a flowery clipboard, and gestured Alyssa forward with a gentle smile.
"Hey, sweetie," she said, and Alyssa couldn't deny that her voice sounded kind, almost motherly. She could definitely understand why she was the dominant who was recommended for first-timers. There was a part of her, a terrifying part that she had only seen in her dream last night, that wanted to drop to her knees right there. She ignored that part of her mind, shoving it back down out of her brain. "I just have a few little forms for you to sign, and then we can get started. Sound good?"
Alyssa nodded, took the flowery clipboard, and scanned the forms. They were similar to the ones Rose had had her sign before she came in, ensuring that she was consenting to be here and acknowledging that she could withdraw said consent at any time. There was a copy of the answers she had given Rose earlier, most likely just for Christie's benefit. After she had read them over, she scribbled her signature on the dotted line and handed the board back to the woman who was now in charge of her until their time was up.
"Okay," said Christie, placing the clipboard on the table with a light clack and tossing the pen down next to it. Alyssa examined the walls of the room again, able to get a better look now that she was actually inside rather than lingering awkwardly in the doorway. Once again, they were unlike what she had expected- there were no whips or chains, no paddles or blindfolds or anything else that she had thought she'd find inside one of these clubs- maybe Christie didn't need those things for the type of domination in which she specialized. The only thing that seemed even the slightest bit frightening to Alyssa's inexperienced mind was the fluffy blue pillow deliberately placed on the floor in front of a chair with a wooden back and elegant carved legs. It had no armrests, so that Christie could pull a sub up onto her lap if need be without causing them discomfort.
"I'm guessing you're Alyssa?"
Alyssa nodded in confirmation, accepting the woman's offered handshake. It was firm, warm, comfortable. Alyssa's pulse was steadily rising, and she was sure that Christie couldn't not feel how much her hand was shaking.
"Hi, Alyssa," she said. "I'm Christie. I know it must be really scary to be here, especially since it's your first time. But I promise, I'm here to take care of you, and we can stop any time you want. It's all up to you. I might be in charge, but you're essentially in charge, because we're gonna do what's good for you. Okay?"
Alyssa nodded, a blush rising to her cheeks, and Christie squeezed her trembling hand gently.
"I'll ask you before I do anything, and I want you to ask me if you want me to do anything that I'm not doing, okay?"
"Okay," whispered Alyssa apprehensively, trying to just focus on how warm Christie's hand was in hers.
"Do you have any questions for me before we get started, sweetheart?"
Alyssa was sure she did- she had a million questions, but she couldn't think of any of them right now. All she could think about was how she was about to be kneeling on that pillow, ready to submit in the way she was meant to.
So, she shook her head and Christie smiled, walking across the floor to the chair above the pillow and taking a seat with her legs crossed.
"You can call me Christie. Or ma'am, if you want."
"Yes, ma'am," whispered Alyssa. The word felt strange coming from her lips, but not all together unpleasant. She almost wanted to say it again, just to see if it felt any different.
"Good girl," said Christie, smiling proudly and gesturing for Alyssa to follow her over to the arrangement beside the wall. The younger woman stared at the pillow, still trembling.
"How about you take your shoes off for me?"
Alyssa nodded- that seemed like a good place to start. She knelt down and unzipped her boots. Christie was still wearing her own boots, and so Alyssa had no idea where to put them. Luckily, Christie caught her expression, and told her to put them in the corner nearest the chair.
"Are you comfortable kneeling for me?"
Alyssa, still shaking, nodded and sank down onto the pillow in front of Christie. She didn't quite know what to do with her eyes- she had heard that some doms didn't like it when subs looked into their eyes, and she really really didn't want to get punished the very first time she submitted to someone. So, figuring that it was better to be safe than sorry, she kept her eyes fixed on a discolored knot in the wood floor, right beside the heel of Christie's boot.
"Oh," said Christie. "You can look at me, good little girl. I want to see your pretty eyes."
Alyssa tried to lift her head, to be a good girl and obey what the dominant was telling her, but every single part of her body felt like lead. The pillow beneath her knees, instead of being a soft thing which could give her comfort, seemed to be doing nothing to stop her from feeling the hard wood beneath.
She suddenly couldn't breathe, and seconds seemed to tick by as slowly as hours. Vaguely, she could hear a buzzing in the background of the nothingness- Christie was talking to her, calmly trying to get a response.
Alyssa was so scared, so frozen, and she didn't even know why. Christie hadn't even done anything- they hadn't done anything.
But she couldn't breathe properly.
Keeping one hand in Alyssa's hair, Christie reached over to an intercom button that Alyssa hadn't even noticed and pressed it.
"Becky," she said. "Could you come in here with a blanket?"
Christie continued petting Alyssa's hair, whispering affirmations and helping her to her feet. The older woman supported her, half carrying her over to a beanbag chair and settling her on the soft surface. Alyssa closed her eyes, still shaking as the dominant fed her small sips of water.
The door opened and the sound of footsteps entered, clacking across the room towards her. Christie stood up to greet the newcomer.
"I- I don't know what happened," she said, flicking her gaze back and forth between the woman who had just entered the room and Alyssa, worriedly. "She got scared, I think. I just-"
"Don't worry, Christie," said the newcomer, and through the haze Alyssa thought she almost recognized the voice. "Go and take your break. Your ten o'clock will be here soon- I'll have Rose tell her to meet you in Room Five instead of Three, just in case we're still in here."
Christie nodded, but before she left she crouched down to pat Alyssa's shoulder, squeezing it gently.
"It was so nice to meet you, sweetheart," she said kindly. "If you ever want to come back, I'd be glad to see you again. I'm sorry."
Alyssa tried to find her voice, she wanted to tell the dominant that she had done nothing wrong, that she was just a terrible submissive and it was all her fault, but her tongue was lead. Christie left the room, and the other woman wrapped a soft blanket around Alyssa's shoulders.
"Deep breaths," said the woman, patting Alyssa's back. "It's gonna be okay, sweetie. Just focus on your breathing. In and out, in and out."
Alyssa didn't know how long it took before she started to come back into herself from the dark hole that she had fallen into all of a sudden, but she did know that the woman didn't leave her side for a second, except to get her another cup of water. She gave her small sips, and it seemed to loosen her vocal cords back to the point where she could at least try to talk.
"Shh, sweetie. You don't need to talk unless you want to."
Alyssa rubbed the fabric of the blanket between her fingers, focusing on how soft it was, the slide of the material. She took another sip of water when it was offered, a slightly larger one this time, then took a deep breath and looked up at the woman who was sitting beside her. Her eyes widened in recognition, and she realized why the voice had sounded so familiar.
It was the woman from the bookstore.
Chapter 4: Melt
Alyssa tried to stutter out the words, make clear her recognition of the woman's face, but the woman- Becky, she supposed her name was- shushed her quietly with a stroke of her hand up and down her left shoulder.
"It's okay, honey," she cooed gently. "You don't need to talk yet. Just keep breathing."
Alyssa let the woman keep petting her shoulders, and then tentatively put an arm around them, waiting for any sign from the shaking submissive that she wasn't comfortable with the touch.
There was none, because Alyssa leaned into the gentle sensation, letting Becky continue to whisper calm words to her, telling her that it was all okay, that it would all be alright, that she was safe.
"Honey," she whispered, when Alyssa's breathing had returned to something approaching normal, even if the occasional breathless gasp still occasionally escaped her lips. "Do you want to tell me what happened? You don't have to if you don't want to, you can keep it to yourself. But I think you might feel a whole lot better if you talked about it."
"B-But," she whispered. "I-"
She trailed off, unsure what to say.
"What, sweetie? I promise, no judgement. I've seen and heard it all, and everything is okay. No one here will ever judge you."
Alyssa couldn't help but be comforted by the woman's lithe but strong arms around her, one hand still rubbing at the knots in her shoulder. Becky didn't say anything else, waiting for Alyssa to continue her thought.
The younger woman had to wait a few more moments, letting out a few more gasps before she managed to find her tongue again.
"I just," she repeated. "I couldn't. I felt- I just felt like I was suffocating. I wanted to be good, I really did! I wanted to be a good girl, but I just..."
She trailed off, tears pricking at her eyes again, blushing in shame not only at panicking during her first foray into this world, but at the fact that she was still on the edge of panic.
"Oh, no," cooed Becky. "It's okay, Alyssa. You are a good girl. You just... Alyssa, how long ago were you classified?"
"Yesterday," she whispered, blush deepening. "I... When I saw you in the bookshop, I-"
"Don't worry about that," said Becky, dismissing her worry with a wave of her hand. "I could tell that something was wrong, but you didn't want to talk about it. And that's okay, I understand, and I'm not angry with you at all. But Alyssa, I think you might have jumped into this a bit too quickly."
Alyssa wiped furiously at her eyes, inadvertently bending her body closer to Becky's, in need of the comfort that the dominant's arms provided.
"I-I... I just figured that... I have to do it eventually, I just needed to get it over with. My... This is going to be the rest of my life, so I figured I'd better start getting used to it."
Alyssa couldn't see it, but she could feel Becky's face fall.
"Oh," she said, swallowing around a lump in her throat. "Honey, I... I think you... You might be misunderstanding this. You don't... This isn't the rest of your life, honey. It's not your job to be completely submissive to someone. Sure, you might be a submissive, but that's not all you are. Do you understand me?"
Alyssa chewed at her lip, trying to process Becky's words. They were similar to the ones Amanda said to her yesterday, but she was having trouble believing them.
She would try to start believing them. She had to.
"Do you understand me, honey?"
Alyssa nodded tentatively, and Becky stroked her hair.
"Good girl," she cooed, and some still buried- but emerging- part of Alyssa preened happily.
They stayed there for a few more minutes, until Alyssa felt ready to move. Then, Becky got up and walked over to the corner, grabbing Alyssa's boots and sliding them onto her feet.
Then, she squatted down and helped the submissive to her feet, letting her lean against her as they walked across the room to the door. Becky used her free hand to open it and led Alyssa back out into the club.
Luckily, only Ashlyn and Ali noticed as the women walked past. Ashlyn looked like she was about to get up, to rush over to Alyssa and make sure she was okay, but Ali put a hand on her shoulder, shaking her head and directing her dominant's attention back to whatever Megan was saying.
"Come on," said Becky to Alyssa. "Let's go to my office, real quick."
Alyssa followed her, all the while hoping that no one else would manage to spot her. She couldn't handle being seen by anyone in this state- it would be too humiliating.
Becky shut the door of her office behind them, and Alyssa sank down into one of two plush chairs. It was comfortable, but somehow not quite as comfortable as sitting on the beanbag chair back in Room Three with Becky's strong arms wrapped around her.
As was the theme of this night for Alyssa, Becky's office was completely normal looking. Unless someone read the certificate on the wall, giving her the government's authorization, there would be no way to know that she was running a BDSM club from the contents- a desktop computer, a minifridge and books lining the walls.
"Alyssa," said the older woman. "I have an idea that I think might interest you."
Alyssa didn't say anything, just squeezed at the arms of the chair and waited for Becky to tell her what the idea was.
"We run groups here," said the woman. "For newly classified dominants and submissives. I mean, we run other groups too, just kind of socially, but I think you would benefit from one of the groups for newly classified submissives. We know that it can be a lot to accept and try to deal with, and we just want to help. So, does that sound good?"
Alyssa nodded apprehensively. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about it, but it was better than having this happen again, the next time she needed to submit to someone. Anything that could help her be a good girl, she should probably do.
I'm not supposed to be a submissive, she thought to herself. But, she nodded.
"When do they meet?"
"Well," said Becky. "There's one that actually meets tomorrow morning at eleven. I saw you talking to Ali Krieger-Harris earlier- she'll be there, if that helps you decide. We always bring in experienced submissives to join the groups and answer any questions that you have. I understand if you're not up for it, but if you want to, we meet right here. "
Alyssa nodded, a little bit more comfortable with the idea now that she knew there would be at least one familiar face, and Becky handed her a bottle of water.
"Drink this, honey," she said. "And then I'll take you home. If that's all right with you," she added quickly.
Alyssa took small sips of the water, considering Becky's offer. Yes, she was a dominant, and so Alyssa should listen to her, but it sounded as if Becky was presenting it as a choice, rather than an order.
Yet, the thought of someone walking her home, rather than making her bristle, actually sounded rather... nice. Besides, she wasn't quite sure she was steady enough to get home on her own.
"Okay," she said. "Th-Thank you. For everything."
She finished the water, and Becky snatched the bottle from her, tossing it into a recycling bin.
"No problem," she said. "It's my job to take care of people who come here."
Alyssa grabbed the arms of the chair to help herself get up, steadier on her feet now than she had been a few minutes ago. She followed Becky out past the rest of the people, waving goodbye shyly to Ashlyn and Ali.
"So," said Rose, handing Alyssa her belongings. "Am I refunding you or not?"
Alyssa was surprised with herself when she shook her head, buttoning her jacket and letting Becky lead her out into the night.
Luckily, Amanda was asleep when she got back- Alyssa was in no mood to answer the numerous questions that her twin sister would almost certainly have for her.
Becky stood there until she was sure that Alyssa had made it inside, then turned around and began the short walk back to her club. As for Alyssa, she got ready for bed quickly, then collapsed into the mattress.
She tossed and turned, mind racing. She certainly had a lot to think about, and stayed awake long into the early hours of the morning.
Chapter 5: Nerves
Guess who had a very productive day?? Moi!
Alyssa woke up to the sun peeking through the cracks in her shades. She sat up slowly, raising her arms in the stereotypical morning stretch. Her joints popped and cracked, and she gave an involuntary sigh of relief. Looking at the clock, she couldn't help but be a little bit upset that she had woken up so early- it was only eight, giving her two and a half hours just to think, about whether or not she was going to go to the group that Becky had recommended for her.
Her mind wavered back and forth between the two possibilities.
First, she didn't go to the group. If last night had been any indication, Alyssa didn't belong. It was fine, she didn't need to deal with this. There was absolutely no reason why she should have to deal with this. She could just ignore her classification, and whenever subdrop started to set in, she could just bury herself in blankets and wait for it to go away.
Second, she did go. She put her hair up and walked right back to the club, went in and sat down in a group of people that she didn't know, and who were probably going to be looking at her and judging everything she said and did and oh God, this was so scary.
She didn't even realize that her toast was was burning until someone gave her shoulder a shake, pressing the button to make the bread pop up before it set off the smoke alarm.
"Shit," Alyssa swore quietly, using her bare hands to pick up the charred crust, and then promptly juggling it between her hands until she could drop it onto a plate, gasping at the pain of the heat on her fingertips.
The toast stared up at her, blackened and sad, and she growled and slid the ruined breakfast into the compost bin and went to the fridge to grab some yogurt instead.
"What's up with you, Lyss?"
She shrugged at Amanda's question, trying and failing to look nonchalant as she slid into one of their creaky dining room chairs, sticking her spoon into the food and bringing it to her mouth.
I have no idea what I'm going to do.
"Nothing," she said, shrugging her muscular shoulders and hoping that her twin- the person who had known her longer than anyone else- would believe the blatant lie.
Amanda, of course, didn't. Not even a little bit. She plopped down into the other chair, ignoring the squeak of the wood, crossing her arms and staring at her twin sister with a raised eyebrow.
"Bullshit," she said. "Why are you lying to me?"
Alyssa thought about continuing her lie, insisting that there was nothing wrong, that she was just tired or had slept weird or that she really had wanted that toast, or...
"I've... I've just got a lot on my mind, Amanda."
It was the truth, or part of it at least.
"Okay," said Amanda, her eyebrow rising even higher so that it almost disappeared into her messy morning hair. "Does it have anything to do with where you were going last night?"
Alyssa felt a blush rising in her cheeks, and she immediately lowered her head, trying to hide her face from Amanda- all it would do was confirm her twin's guess. She shrugged again.
"Just... just let it go," she whispered, and she could feel her sister's face fall. Amanda was... well, she was more of a talker than Alyssa was.
"Okay," her sister repeated slowly. "Just... If you want to talk about it, you know where I live."
Alyssa humored her sister with a small laugh at her lame joke, taking another bite of her yogurt and returning to her internal debate over going to this group. She... she couldn't deny that it held a certain fascination, being given an opportunity to dip her toes a little further into this world that she had before now only heard about from Amanda and Abigail, and from her friends, and observed second hand.
Even though everyone was either a dominant or a submissive, it was still a topic which was kept in the shadows, private interactions between couples.
She was so curious, but she didn't want to be curious. She wanted to just ignore this, to go back to the way it had been two days ago before she had been classified as... this.
She finished her yogurt, rinsed out the container and dropped her spoon into the sink, returning to her room to get dressed, for whatever she might choose to do that day.
When Alyssa was finished getting dressed, it was already nine-thirty. Leaving her only an hour to decide whether or not she was going to open her door again, and walk the few blocks to the club. She had felt braver last night, when it was dark. Now, with the mid-morning light shining down and flooding through her windows, she was trembling again.
The hour passed far too quickly for Alyssa's liking, and by the time it was ten fifteen, she wanted nothing more than to never have gotten out of bed this morning. If she was still asleep, she wouldn't have to be making this decision.
And then, her phone buzzed and lit up with a text.
Unknown number: Hey, it's Becky. Hope you slept well! I was just wondering if you were coming, 'cause I wanted to know how many donuts I should get? :)
She wondered for a second how Becky had gotten her number... and then she remembered plugging it into the woman's phone before she went inside last night. Becky had offered, just in case she had any questions about anything.
Alyssa: I don't know
Becky texted back right away.
Becky: No pressure, but I really think you should, it would be good! Plus, AKH is here already helping me set up, and she seemed excited that you might be coming, and I'd really love to see you.
Alyssa: ok, i'll be there.
She had no idea why she agreed: maybe it was the fact that Ali Krieger-Harris (for some reason unknown to her) was excited to see her, maybe it was a fear of disappointing the dominant who had been so good to her the previous night, maybe it was the promise of donuts... or maybe... maybe it was something else.
So, beating herself up as she grabbed her wallet, she walked out the door and started off towards the club.
When she walked in, it was to find the front desk deserted. Even though there was a sign pointing towards where the group would be held, Alyssa still couldn't help but feel like she was doing something wrong as she pushed past the rattling beads and followed the large print signs towards a room with an open door, in which she could see two figures, moving things around. One figure's dark hair was pulled up in a bun on the top of her head, and she was busy arranging an assortment of foods on a fold-out table. The other figure's blonde braid identified her immediately to Alyssa as Becky. She was placing beanbag chairs in a loose circle, counting them to make sure that they had enough.
Alyssa stood awkwardly near the door to the room. She was the first one here- of course she was. She cursed herself mentally- she had such a compulsion not to be late that, like today, she often ended up ludicrously early. Or, in this case, twenty minutes early.
The woman arranging the food propped the box of donuts open and then turned around, catching sight of Alyssa before she could duck out of sight, hide until there were more people here to distract the attention from her. The older woman's face lit up in a bright smile as she gestured the younger into the room, and Alyssa felt silly and stupid that it had taken seeing her face to recognize the woman as Ali.
"Hey, Alyssa," said Ali as Alyssa shyly took a step inside. "I'm super glad you came!"
Alyssa gave Ali a small smile, and returned the wave that Becky gave her. The dominant came forward and put a gentle hand on the small of her back, guiding her further into the room and gesturing towards the plentiful food.
"Take your pick," she said. "First come, first served!"
There was a nervous pit in Alyssa's stomach, all tied up in knots at not only the worries from earlier but at how nice Becky's hand felt on her, quietly and gently leading her to where she wanted her to be. She hated how nice it felt, how inexplicably comfortable she felt when Becky guided her. She almost felt nauseous, but picked up a doughnut anyway- it would be rude to refuse.
"So," said Ali, absently playing with her collar which, now that it was lighter, Alyssa noticed had the name Ashlyn stamped into it. Ali traced her fingers across the engraving of her dominant's name as she asked Alyssa her question.
"How are you feeling? You don't need to talk about anything if you don't want to, but I just want to know if you're okay? You looked... Well, in Ash's ever so subtle words, you kinda looked like shit last night."
"I'm okay," she said quietly. "Becky helped."
Ali sent a smile Becky's way, laughing at the way her friend's cheeks, unknown to Alyssa, reddened a little bit.
"She's good at that," she said, plopping down on a beanbag and gesturing for Alyssa to join her. The younger woman sat on the edge of the neighboring beanbag chair, and relaxed back into it gratefully when Ali didn't press her to talk, just sat there beside her.
Eventually, other people started trickling in. One looked familiar- the tall woman from last night. Becky smiled, welcoming her in and telling her to help herself to anything she wanted from the food table. The woman lingered by the door, casting a nervous look behind her, and Alyssa spotted the other blonde that she had seen with her, nodding reassuringly.
"It's okay, princess," she said. "I'll be back, and we can go get some lunch before my group starts. Alright?"
The tall woman nodded cautiously, picking up a napkin from the food table and messing with it as a sort of stress toy, tearing little pieces off of it and tucking them into her pocket.
"Okay," she said, waving goodbye to a woman that Alyssa now assumed to be her dominant before she sat down in a beanbag chair across from where Ali and Alyssa were. Ali gave Alyssa a smile and hopped up to greet the newcomer. Becky took the seat that she had vacated, and put a comforting hand on top of Alyssa's own.
"Everyone's nervous," she said. "The last group finished up last week, and so everyone's new to this. Everyone's still figuring it out."
Alyssa nodded, slightly comforted by Becky's words as she watched other people trickle in, some alone and some kissing their dominants goodbye before grabbing food and taking seats.
There was a bubbly blonde woman, who gave her dominant a big hug before coming inside, grabbing two doughnuts, stuffing one into her mouth and beginning to introduce herself to everyone.
A young dark haired woman, maybe nineteen, came in on her own and gave the blonde a hug before sitting down and waiting for her friend to join her.
A chestnut haired woman who already had a delicate collar around her neck waved goodbye to her far shorter dominant. Before letting her go, the dominant pulled her down into a kiss and gave her collar a light tug.
When one woman said goodbye to her dominant, she had an English accent. She sat down right next to the tall woman and gave her a hug. Her presence seemed to take some of the tension out of the tall woman, who also waved towards the door where the English woman's dominant was lingering, making sure she got settled.
An absolutely stunning woman with dark hair held back by a thin pink headband, wearing a collar with a pendant hanging down which, Alyssa could only assume, bore her dominant's name, a mark of ownership.
Then, there were a few people who she recognized from the previous night.
Tierna, the young single submissive from the previous night, who took the beanbag beside her. Christen and Sue, who walked in confidently. The blonde woman who had been with the only man present the previous night. The room was filling up, and Alyssa couldn't help but wonder if everyone inside was just as frightened as she was.
She doubted it. Half of them already seemed to know each other. As always, she was destined to be the outlier.
Becky stayed beside her until the clock hit eleven, and then she stood up by the food table to get everyone's attention. When the dominant was no longer occupying the seat beside her, Alyssa felt some of the fear rush back into her- she wished that Becky had just stayed beside her to start the group.
"Okay," she said. "Thank you all for coming! For those of you who don't know me, I'm Becky, and I own this place. So, today's kind of an introductory session. I know it sounds cliche, but I think we should start by going around and introducing ourselves."
Alyssa swallowed around the lump in her throat, hands shaking a little bit and wishing that Becky would come back to sit with her as Ali opened her mouth to get them started.
Chapter 6: Connaissance
A/N I realize I fucked up Tierna' s timeline in this chapter let's ignore that pls I have a lot on my mind
Ali had ended up sitting between Christen and the collared chestnut haired woman, lounging comfortably on the beanbag chair with her legs stretched and her ankles crossed. She waved to the assembled group, obviously relaxed as she introduced herself.
"Hey guys," she said. "I'm Ali Krieger-Harris! I did this group about... oh gosh, Becky, was it five years ago? Six?"
Becky nodded, and Ali rubbed her temple, shaking her head back and forth.
"Gosh, I feel so old," she laughed. "Anyway, Becky was so lovely to have me back to help facilitate. I recently married my dominant, Ashlyn, who has been my dominant ever since we were both classified. She's a total weirdo, and cares way more about her hair than anyone should, but I love her anyway."
There was a smattering of nervous laughs from the assembled submissives- those of them who hadn't been to one of these groups before were beginning to feel the nerves set in, as it grew closer and closer to their time to introduce themselves. Ali gave them all a bright smile, then turned to Christen on her left.
Christen gave the group the same friendly smile that Ali had, scooting forwards a little on her beanbag chair and tucking her hair up into a bun.
"Hey," she said, in the same friendly, sweet tone that Alyssa had heard from her when they met briefly the previous night. "I'm Christen! I did this group a few years ago as well, and so I'm one of your facilitators, along with Ali, Sue and Alex. I'm not married yet," she continued, running her fingers absently across the dip in her neck, the same way that Ali had played with her collar earlier. "But, if anyone wanted to hint it to my dom... Her name's Tobin, and she's the one who literally looks like she's on another planet half the time. Just so you know."
She trailed off with a little laugh, and the rest of the group joined her. Even Alyssa managed a smile, and the introductions moved to the blonde on Christen's left, the first person to introduce herself who hadn't already done the group.
"Hi," she said, without the same level of easy confidence that Ali and Christen's voices had had, but still free of any tremors or obvious signs that she was nervous. "I'm Julie, but you can call me JJ. I'm... Oh gosh, what do I even say about myself? I'm engaged to my dom, Zach. My favorite color is blue... And, I'm an Aries!"
Alyssa started to sweat a little bit as the introductions moved around the circle, picking at her fingernails. She had no idea what she was going to say about herself- there was nothing interesting about her!
Beside JJ, there was the tall blonde woman who looked almost as nervous as Alyssa felt. If Alyssa had had superhuman hearing, the same way Amanda did whenever her twin tried to eat any of her food, she was sure that their two heartbeats would be the loudest sounds in the room. The napkin that the tall woman had been picking at had all but disappeared, shredded into confetti, and her voice was quiet, so quiet that no one except JJ and the Englishwoman on her other side could hear what she was saying.
"Sam," said the Englishwoman, patting her friend's arm. "Babe, I think you've gotta speak up a little bit."
Sam nodded, gripping onto the beanbag chair for support and causing the filling to rustle.
"I'm Sam," she said. "I'm... I just got classified a few weeks ago. My girlfriend got classified a little bit before me, and so we decided that we'd learn about it together, I guess."
Becky smiled encouragingly at her, a similar smile to the one she'd given Alyssa the previous night, and Alyssa couldn't help but feel a pit open up in her stomach.
The Englishwoman beside Sam was far less shy than her friend, and gave the group a little wave.
"Hi," she said. "I'm Rachel! My dominant is this one's sister."
She ruffled Sam's hair playfully, earning an undecipherable look of displeasure from the other woman.
"In case you all couldn't tell, I came here from England a few years ago. From Yorkshire, originally, since almost no one stateside can recognize the difference between regional accents."
Rachel wrapped an arm around Sam, and the introductions moved on to Sue, who revealed that she had done the group at the same time as Ali, which was what had led to the two couples being so close. The blonde, who had already introduced herself to almost everyone as Emily, gave an excited wave before telling them that she was super psyched to meet them all. The small dark haired girl beside her rolled her eyes, then introduced herself as Mal. She, like Alyssa, had been classified very recently.
There were only two people now, before Alyssa would have to think of something to say about herself. She still had no idea what she would tell them, other than the fact that she had been classified two days ago, and that she was nothing special. Becky was still leaning against the snack table, and Alyssa really wished that the dominant would just... just come back to the beanbag circle and sit next to her while she introduced herself.
"Hey," said the beautiful woman with the pink headband and the collar with the tag proclaiming her as married to a dominant. Possessed, in the way that Alyssa was destined to be.
"I'm Alex! I did this group at the same time as Christen, and I married my dominant about a year ago. Her name is Kelley, and she's a total goofball. I'm super glad to meet you all, and if anybody has any questions about anything, you can definitely ask me, as well as my lovely fellow facilitators!"
Tierna was sitting beside Alex, and she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, then took a deep breath.
"I'm Tierna. I'm eighteen, and I literally just got classified last week, so I don't have a dominant yet. I... It's super nice to meet you all!"
Then, it was Alyssa's turn, and she gripped onto the side of the beanbag chair for support in the same way that Sam had. She wished again that Becky hadn't decided to stay by the snack table, and that the woman was still there next to her, her mere presence calming her.
"Hi," she whispered, speaking almost as quietly as Sam had. "I'm Alyssa. I got classified two days ago."
She trailed off, unable to think of anything else to say about herself. It was unbearably awkward, and the silence grew heavy as it seemed everyone else was waiting for her to say something more.
After a few seconds of silence, the chestnut haired woman, separated from Alyssa by the empty beanbag where Becky had been sitting, realized that it was her turn.
"I'm Morgan," she said. "I married my dominant around a month ago, when I was first classified. We always kind of knew," she said with a smile. "What my results were going to be."
Morgan settled back into her beanbag chair, smiling to herself and playing absently with her collar, running her manicured nails over the dark brown leather, and tracing the pendant on the front of it.
Alyssa supposed that it must be a comfort thing- Morgan was the third submissive she'd met today who she had noticed playing with their collar, or the place where a collar would be in Christen's case, once her dominant finally proposed to her. Maybe she would understand it one day, but for now it made goosebumps rise on her neck.
"Okay," said Becky brightly. "It's so nice to meet you all, and I'm so glad that you're here! I know that you guys might be nervous- hell, I was nervous when I was first classified. Just really quickly, I think I should go over the ground rules. I know, I know," she laughed. "It's so high school."
The comment brought out a smattering of laughs from the gathered women, and even Alyssa was able to let a bit of the lighter mood wash over her. She relaxed her shoulders and forced herself to let go of the beanbag chair.
"First rule- and really, the only rule," continued Becky. "Is that this is a judgement free zone. Anything we say in here stays in here, and I can promise that me and the lovely facilitators have seen and heard it all, so no one needs to be embarrassed about coming to us with any questions, comments or concerns."
All of the women nodded, unable to suppress their smiles at the high school-esque feeling of being told the rules. None of them had anything against the rules, of course- like Alyssa, the thought of having guidelines and reassurance actually made some of the nerves lift off their nervous shoulders.
The rest of the time was spent getting to know one another- there were no real talks or activities planned until the next week.
Alyssa mostly spent the time lingering by the snack table, eating the occasional doughnut and watching the other women talk to each other. She had a brief but pleasant conversation with Julie, and a longer one with Morgan.
The woman was a little younger than Alyssa was, but her personality was the perfect combination of quiet and goofy to make the shy woman relax even further. She found herself laughing at Morgan's jokes, and her eyes only occasionally flicked down to look, fascinated, at Morgan's collar. The thin strip of brown leather was cinched firmly around the woman's neck, not too tight that it would interfere with her breathing, but tight enough that Morgan could always feel it, could never forget that it was there.
Alyssa couldn't help but think that it was a reminder, of Morgan's dominant's claim to her.
Morgan snatched Alyssa's phone out of her hands and plugged in her number before heading over to the other side of the room to introduce herself to Tierna.
"How are you doing?"
Alyssa turned around to the sound of Becky's voice. The dominant woman put a gentle hand on Alyssa's shoulder, and her smile was just as gentle.
Alyssa shrugged, and picked at her fingernails. Instinctively, Becky moved her hand down from the submissive's shoulder and took her hand, stopping her from messing with her fingernails, already jagged with the remnants of stress.
"Are you still a bit anxious?"
Becky seemed to be reading Alyssa like a book, and the younger woman nodded in response to the question.
"I know I shouldn't be," she said. "You guys all seem so nice, but..."
She trailed off, shrugging again, and Becky gently squeezed her hand before letting it go. Immediately, Alyssa wished that she had the older woman's strong hand back in her own- she hadn't realized how steadying the small gesture was until it was gone.
"It's okay," said Becky. "You're allowed to be anxious, Alyssa. This is a scary thing, but I'm proud of you for coming out today."
"Thanks," said Alyssa. "I almost didn't."
"Why did you, then?"
It wasn't an accusative or angry question- it was out of genuine curiosity. Alyssa could tell.
"I... I don't know," she said. "I just... I thought I should."
Becky raised her eyebrows- she could tell that there was something more that had drawn Alyssa out today, but she wasn't going to press the girl too far.
"Alyssa," said the dominant woman, clicking her tongue in thought. "I normally wouldn't do this- this is normally a week three activity, but I think that you could benefit from starting a bit early. I'm not going to pressure you, but I want you to spend some time watching some dominants and submissives in the club. Different ones- I just want you to start seeing all the different forms that these relationships can take."
Alyssa's mouth dropped open a little bit, and her eyebrows furrowed in surprise.
"But-" she started to protest, but stopped when Becky put her gentle hand back on Alyssa's shoulder.
"I promise," she said. "That people here are so accommodating and understanding. I'm going to talk to Ali, and see if she and Ashlyn would be okay with you watching in on one of their... sessions, shall we say. I know you've met them already, so that would probably be a comfortable place to start. If money's an issue, I'll make sure all the receptionists know to just let you in. Does that sound... does that sound okay?"
Alyssa wasn't sure- she cast a quick glance across the room at Ali, who was chatting with Emily, and felt a blush rise to her cheeks as she imagined what she might see from the older couple, when they were fully acting in their roles as dominant and submissive, rather than just wives. The thought embarrassed her, sure, but it also lit a fire of curiosity in her brain.
"Okay," she said, then gripped the edge of the snack table for support as Becky dashed off to talk to Ali.
Chapter 7: Cinderella
Oh my gosh, it's been way too long since I updated this! But I'm back, hello, my lovelies!
Ali had, of course, agreed to Becky's suggestion enthusiastically. She hadn't talked directly to Alyssa about it, instead using Becky as a messenger, saving Alyssa from the awkwardness of talking to her about it directly. The older woman had come back over to where Alyssa waited, still by the snack table, blushing furiously and looking anywhere but at Ali. She could feel Becky' approaching her, and somehow it took a little bit of the tension in her limbs away.
"Ali and Ash are down for whenever," said the dominant, her voice calming even as she said the terrifying words, that Alyssa wasn't sure if she had wanted to hear or not. "They were already planning on coming in tonight, though, so if that works for you..."
Becky trailed off, question implicit as Alyssa nodded, wheels turning in her head, screaming at her to stop nodding! She had thought that she'd have a little more time to process this, but then Becky had already given Ali a thumbs up from across the room, and the young submissive's fate was sealed.
"They'll be here around midnight," said Becky, popping the last powdered doughnut into her mouth and tossing the now-empty box into the recycling bin. "Just text me if your plans change, okay?"
Becky was giving her an out- now, Alyssa just needed to see if she would take it.
She took the long way home, walking far more slowly than she usually would.
Amanda didn't press her to talk about what she had been doing during the day during dinner, though she did give her twin a vaguely threatening look when Alyssa picked absently at her food, scooting it around her plate rather than eating it.
"Lys," she said, piling more food onto her sister's plate, hoping that it would encourage her to eat. "I don't know what's bothering you, but not eating won't help anything."
Reluctantly, Alyssa shoveled a forkful of mixed vegetables into her mouth and forced herself to swallow, just to get Amanda to stop looking at her. Her sister knew that there was something up with her- and she knew that she had been bothered the previous night when she had told her about her classification. Really, it was only a matter of time before Amanda guessed it.
"Alyssa," said her twin, and the other Naeher sister raised her head at the sound of a metal fork suddenly hitting their wooden dining table with a clatter. Amanda was looking at her, eyebrows raised but eyes soft as she reached out a hand. Her palm covered the back of her twin's hand, and Alyssa tried to avoid her eyes.
"Hey," said Amanda quietly, not forcing anything as Alyssa quickly looked back down at a point a little left of her plate, where there was one empty spot, the one bite of food she had taken. "Lys, I know you're upset. But I need you to remember something, okay?"
Alyssa's voice was barely a whisper, but Amanda heard her clear as day anyway.
"You can always talk to me, okay? About anything."
Alyssa nodded, and both sisters returned to their food. Alyssa took another forkful, chewing and swallowing. The vegetables, at least, tasted a little less like cardboard now.
As the hours ticked closer and closer to midnight, Alyssa felt more and more like Cinderella. If Cinderella hadn't known if she even wanted to go to the ball, and had been seriously considering her fairy godmother to come and pick her up early. Or to just not bother with the pumpkin carriages and glass slippers in the first place, and let her fall asleep by the fireplace.
By the time it was 10:30, she had drafted at least four different cancellation texts to Becky, telling her that she had the plague. Or that she had a family emergency. Or that her apartment building had exploded, and asking the older woman to apologize to Ashlyn and Ali for any inconvenience she may have caused them. Yet, something kept her from pressing send.
The invisible string of curiosity, pulling her back again, dragging her the few blocks back towards the club.
So, by 11:30, she was dressed again, hair up in her usual ponytail, and headed for the front door. Her flat black boots sounded against the tiled floor of the apartment's kitchen, and she tried to quiet them so that Amanda wouldn't question her. She knew, really, that her sister wouldn't make her tell her anything if she didn't want to, but any interaction might make her change her mind.
She managed to get through the apartment without drawing Amanda's attention, and shut the door behind her, leaning against it for a second. Her mind screamed at her to go back inside, to abandon this... insanity. What was she doing? What was she thinking?
The bottoms of her boots tapped lightly on the stairs as she walked down them, clutching the railing for support and feet compelling her forwards towards the club.
It looked the same as it had the previous night- darker, more foreboding than it had seemed during the day. But still, there was a light emanating through the shaded window, calling to her. Even though she had gone through those doors twice before, her hand still shook slightly as she pushed them open and stepped through.
11:45, said the clock on the wall. She was early.
It wasn't Rose at the desk, and that little fact didn't do anything to steady Alyssa's nerves. Something in her mind had been hoping that everything would be exactly the same as the previous night. But this woman had her blonde hair down around her shoulders, boots up on her desk as she thumbed through what looked like a romance novel. Alyssa stood there for several seconds before the anxious tapping of her feet got the woman's attention.
"Hey," she said brightly, bringing her boots back down to rest under the desk and sliding a bookmark between the pages of her novel. "Sorry about that! I was just getting to the good part! I hope you haven't been waiting long."
Alyssa shook her head, sensitive ears on high alert as she listened to the sounds coming from behind the beaded curtain. Even though she now knew what lay behind it, they didn't sound any less mystic and foreboding. A chatter, with none of the words audible as anything but a buzz.
"Have you been here before?"
She nodded at the woman's question, and whispered her name when it was requested. The receptionist's face broke into a smile as she placed Alyssa's valuables in the same cubby where they had gone the previous night.
"Ah," she said. "Becky told me to expect you. Just head on in!"
Alyssa was about to protest, shoving a twenty forwards, but the woman held up her hand.
"Not my choice, girl," she said, already picking her book back up. "Boss's orders. Go on in. Ali and Ashlyn are waiting for you in one of the back rooms."
Alyssa's blush deepened, filling her cheeks with scarlet. Even though she knew, really, that it couldn't be the case, it seemed like everyone was staring at her. That everyone, from the couples chatting in a similar circle to the one from the previous night, to the the short brunette woman counting out spanks as her blonde dominant chastised her for being a brat again, and the woman who had been on the ground the previous night kissing her dominant's heels, who was now sitting on the other woman's lap, head buried in her neck.
They all had to know why she was there. Somehow, they all knew.
The blonde receptionist hadn't specified which room she was supposed to meet Ali and Ashlyn in, but it wasn't hard to find. There was sound coming from behind Door Four- a woman's voice, sobbing and pleading as what could only be a whip cracked down onto her flesh, punishing her for some transgression that Alyssa would never know. The sound made her shudder, and she sped up slightly, heading towards the open door at the end of the hallway.
The sounds of the whipping faded as Alyssa left it behind, but it rung in her ears.
She slowed down again as she neared it, shudders worsening. There was a nervous lump in her throat that she couldn't seem to swallow around, and she peeked through the doorway to make sure that it was actually where she was supposed to be.
"Hey," came a voice, and her eyes caught on a hand, beckoning her in. "Alyssa! Come on in!"
Alyssa took a tiny step inside the doorway, trying her hardest not to look at the two women waiting for her.
The door shut behind her, with a click of finality.
"Alyssa," came Ashlyn's voice, steady and calm. "We're so glad that you agreed to this."
Alyssa caught Ali's nod of agreement from the corner of her eye, and the older submissive took two cautious steps towards her.
"I know that you must be nervous," said Ali. "I was, when I did this. I thought that I was going to be an interloper, unwelcome. But that's not how it was at all, for me."
Alyssa knew that Ali could feel her shaking, as the older woman placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. She tried to focus on Ali's fingertips, brushing over the cloth of her jacket. Ashlyn approached her carefully as well, only going further when Alyssa didn't push Ali away. The dominant's hand rested on her other shoulder, heavier than Ali's but just as gentle.
"We promise," said the blonde. "That you are not intruding. We are so happy to have you here, and if you ever feel uncomfortable, please tell us. We'll stop any time."
All Alyssa could do was nod, allowing Ali and Ashlyn's hands on her shoulders to center her, calm her.
Alyssa nodded again, and Ali brought her hand down to squeeze Alyssa's. Then Ali was gone, and the younger woman could hear her light footsteps retreating towards the center of the room. Ashlyn stayed by her side for another moment, repeating Ali's gesture.
"Alyssa," she said, allowing a dominant timbre to creep into her voice. "Will you look up, please?"
The younger couldn't help but obey, shivers running up and down her spine. Her eyes adjusted to the room around her, and her jaw dropped.
Chapter 8: Voir
She didn't know where to look first- her eyes caught on every little thing, her brain struggling to absorb all the sights around her.
This room looked a little bit more like what she had expected from the room the previous night, although still not quite as intense as she had thought she might find.
The walls were lined with hooks, filled with implements of pleasure and torture. On one hook, there was a pouch which contained several different sizes of riding crops- everything from silly ones shaped like hearts to more severe ones, black and braided. On another, a harsh-looking wooden paddle that made her ass hurt just by looking at it. A drawer was open, but Alyssa couldn't see what was inside of it. There were no chains, but there was one whip- a short one, two pronged, ready to crack down on a submissive's back and punish them for whatever the dominant deemed appropriate.
On the same chest of drawers, there was a bottle of water, as well as what appeared to be a granola bar. There was a beanbag chair placed at the side of the room, presumably for Alyssa's use, and a chair in the center of the room, similar to the one that Christie had sat on the previous night.
There was a selection of variously sized dildos, resting beside Ashlyn's bag- they had brought them themselves. Also brought with them was a vibrator, and what appeared to be a set of nipple clamps.
Once Alyssa's eyes had taken in all the sights in the room, the BDSM implements that Ashlyn was examining, her eyes drifted and locked onto Ali, preparing herself for the scene.
The older submissive's dark hair was up in a high ponytail, just like Alyssa's own. She was still fully clothed, and she smiled reassuringly at Alyssa. Her collar was still as loose as it had been earlier today, just enough to remind her that it was there. She was lingering around the chair, still on her feet, but barefoot as she waited for her dominant.
The sound of Ashlyn's low-heeled boots tapped across the wood floor, drawing Alyssa's attention to her. The blonde woman was still smiling, but her gaze was slightly more mischievous and commanding than it had been earlier. She turned her attention over to Alyssa, still standing silently beside the closed door, mouth slightly open.
"Alyssa," she said, and the younger woman's eyes locked onto hers, unable to look away, completely focused on what the elder was saying.
Ashlyn pointed towards the beanbag chair, raising her eyebrows.
Her voice wasn't harsh or angry, but it did contain an implicit command. Alyssa knew, really, that Ashlyn wasn't her dominant, and that she didn't have to sit on the beanbag if she didn't want to, but the shivers running up and down her spine made her forget that. She obeyed the dominant's direction, sinking down into the place reserved for her to sit and watch.
Ali was suppressing a smile, and Ashlyn's eyes turned abruptly kinder as she looked at Alyssa.
"Good girl," she said. "And remember, if anything makes you uncomfortable, I want you to tell me. Understood?"
Alyssa nodded silently, the shivers making their rounds again at Ashlyn's praise. Then, the dominant turned her attention to Ali, still lingering near the chair as she waited for her dominant to focus on her.
"Do you remember your safeword, love?"
Ali nodded in answer to her dominant's question.
"Yes, ma'am. It's Storm."
Ashlyn smiled, pulling her wife in for a deep kiss, running a hand through the strands of hair making up her long ponytail.
"Good girl," she praised as they broke the kiss. "Now, on your knees."
Ali obeyed immediately, sinking down until her knees met the soft mat placed in from of the chair. Her back was to Alyssa, and the younger woman could see the gentle curve of her muscles beneath her tank top. Ashlyn stroked Ali's cheek, then reached down to tighten her submissive's collar around her neck.
"Is it too tight, pet?"
"No, ma'am," said Ali, voice relaxed and focused on the task of answering her dominant.
"Good," said Ashlyn. "Now, are you going to be a good girl, show our guest how good you can be?"
Ali answered in the affirmative, and her dominant stroked her cheek again, whispering something into her ear that Alyssa couldn't hear.
"Clothes off," said Ashlyn, playing with Ali's collar absently. "Don't worry about folding them, love."
Alyssa was blushing moreso than Ali as the older submissive obeyed, pulling off her tank top and jeans, leaving her just in her bra and panties. Even though the younger woman couldn't see Ali's breasts, just the clasp of her bra, she felt the heat fill her cheeks as her eyes raked across the ripples and dips of the older woman's back. Ali's eyes were fixed on a point near Ashlyn's shoe, and the dominant looked over to where Alyssa sat, frozen.
"Isn't she pretty?"
Alyssa couldn't do anything but nod, eyes flickering back and forth between Ashlyn and Ali. She didn't know which one entranced her more- Ashlyn was standing so tall, so prominent and powerful. Her tattoos and muscles made her look rough, but her eyes were kind, and filled with love whenever they locked on Ali. The submissive, for her part, was quietly confident, submissive but straight-backed posture not giving the impression that she thought of herself as lesser than her dominant, even with her eyes fixed on the floor.
"I think so too," said the dominant. "She's my pretty girl. Aren't you, pet?"
Ashlyn sat down in the chair in front of Ali, waiting for a response to her rhetorical question. She didn't take long to answer, nodding along with her words.
Ashlyn pointed to the floor with one finger, and Ali immediately sprung into action, undoing the laces of her dominant's boots and pulling them off. She placed them neatly beside the chair, and Ashlyn nodded in approval.
"Pet," said the dominant, unbuttoning her jeans and tossing them into the corner. "Have you been a good girl lately?"
It was a question that Ashlyn knew the answer to- she was always watching her submissive as their daily lives went on, saving up Ali's behavior in a mental file, only wanting to punish her for what was necessary. But, her submissive's answer would determine how much harsher the punishment was.
"Mostly, ma'am," said Ali. The submissive's voice wasn't shaking- that was just Alyssa, heart speeding up as she watched, mesmerized, waiting for how Ashlyn would respond to that.
The dominant smiled at her submissive, placing a hand underneath Ali's chin and bending down to kiss her gently.
"That's right," she said. "You've been a fairly good girl this week. Do you remember what you did wrong?"
Ali nodded silently, returning her gaze to the floor. Alyssa could feel her blush, see a little bit on the back of her neck.
"I disobeyed you, ma'am," she whispered. Her shoulders started to slump in shame, but Ashlyn immediately reached for the riding crop by the foot of her chair. Alyssa expected her to slap Ali with it, but the dominant instead used it to correct Ali's posture, holding it tightly in her hand and running it up her back.
"Posture, girl," she said. "You know better."
Ali's flush deepened as she snapped back up, obeying the pressure of the implement and straightening her back. Ashlyn kept the crop between Ali's shoulder blades, ensuring that she didn't slump again while she looked over at Alyssa, smiling gently at the younger woman.
"She is always," she said. "To keep her back straight when she's submitting to me."
She returned her attention to Ali, bringing the crop down lightly on her shoulder blades.
"You're right," she said to her submissive. "I asked you to empty the dishwasher on Monday, and it didn't get done until Wednesday. I know you're busy, love, but I also know that you could have found five minutes to do that."
Ali nodded, and Alyssa could tell that she was resisting the urge to slump again, in shame. Ashlyn reached over to her other side, picking up a wooden paddle, with fabric covering part of it to dull the sting. It wasn't for severe punishments, then, but it still looked wicked and harsh to Alyssa. She tried not to think about how, in just a few moments, it would be crashing down against Ali's ass, correcting her for neglecting to obey Ashlyn's instructions earlier in the week.
"Over my lap," said Ashlyn, and Ali scurried to obey. There were no arms on the chair, allowing the submissive to drape herself over her dominant's lap. She was facing towards Alyssa, and met the younger submissive's eyes. Alyssa hadn't even realized that she was shaking a little bit until Ali nodded reassuringly at her.
It's okay, her eyes said.
Ali lowered her eyes again as Ashlyn rubbed her shoulders, then abruptly pulled down her panties. Alyssa couldn't see the older woman's ass, but her eyes were locked on the panties as Ashlyn tossed them aside. Ali had relaxed completely, trusting Ashlyn to hold her up, to keep her steady.
"You were mostly a good girl this week," she said. "So you're only getting five hits with my hand, and two with the paddle. Can you count them for me? Show Alyssa that you can be good while you're getting punished?"
"Yes, ma'am," she said. "I can count for you."
Without any further warning, Ashlyn brought her hand down on Ali's ass. The older woman bit her lip, but quickly counted the first spank. And the four after that, the others with Ashlyn's hand. The dominant's world was reduced to the woman on her lap, entirely focused on her, ensuring that she taught her her lesson without hurting her ass too badly. Ali's job was largely done at a desk, and she didn't want her wife to be distracted during the day.
"Five, thank you ma'am," said Ali, and Ashlyn stroked her hair gently before picking up the paddle.
"Continue counting," she ordered. "Start with six."
Ali nodded in understanding, and then the paddle was coming down onto her ass. The submissive gasped sharply, but counted the stroke. Her eyes were glistening as Ashlyn delivered the last blow, the wood smacking down against her submissive's ass.
It took Ali a second to count it, but she did manage to get out the number seven.
Ashlyn pulled Ali up into her arms, kissing the beginnings of tears away and stroking her hair.
"Good girl," she cooed. "That's my good girl, you took your punishment so well. All's forgiven."
Ali nodded into Ashlyn's neck, and for the first time Alyssa worried that she might be intruding. The moment was so... intimate, so gentle and loving, that she had to close her eyes and turn away. There was the sound of a water bottle, Ashlyn feeding Ali a sip to refresh her.
Alyssa kept her eyes diverted from the couple until Ashlyn's voice broke through to her, addressing her softly.
"Alyssa," she said, gentle but firm. "Look at us."
She didn't phrase it as a question this time, and the younger submissive obeyed quickly. Ali was still sitting on Ashlyn's lap, but her dominant had turned her around so that she was straddling her left leg. Ashlyn's hands were helping her stay upright, and she was leaning back against the dominant's chest, eyes red and shifting uncomfortably as her beaten ass rubbed against Ashlyn's leg.
Alyssa tried not to look at where Ali and Ashlyn's skin met- she really tried. She tried to focus on Ali's face, or even her lacy bra, but she found her eyes drifting downward. Ali's bare pussy was spread across Ashlyn's leg, and her hips were canting unconsciously forward. Ashlyn brought her hand down and smacked it gently, nails brushing across the skin of her own leg.
"Keep still, pet."
Ali bit her lip, but stilled her hips- the pleasure wasn't hers to take, it was her job to wait for her dominant to give it to her. Both women were looking at Alyssa, gauging her reaction.
"Are you still okay?"
Ashlyn's voice was slightly concerned, eyes fixed on Alyssa's bright red face and parted lips. She had started to rub her legs together, unconsciously, unable to deny that her pussy was throbbing.
"Yes," she whispered, the first word she'd spoken since the women had begun their scene. Ashlyn smiled, moving her fingers across Ali's swollen clit.
"You're allowed to enjoy watching her," said the dominant. "She's my good girl, and she loves it when I make her cum. Don't you, pet?"
Ali nodded eagerly, squeezing her pussy and trying to get Ashlyn's fingers inside of her.
Ashlyn winked at Alyssa, then returned her attention completely to Ali. She guided her submissive backwards a bit, allowing her to slip two fingers inside. She stroked her wife's inner walls, enjoying the sweet noises falling from Ali's lips and slipping a third into the submissive's wet channel.
"Do my fingers feel good inside of you, pet?"
Ali tossed her head back, riding Ashlyn's fingers with no care for her bruised ass. Her mouth was slightly open, but no sound was coming out. Until Ashlyn removed her fingers, causing Ali to whimper at the loss.
"I asked you a question, pet," said the dominant. "Answer me."
Ali nodded, and Alyssa could see the damp patch on the front of Ashlyn's panties.
"Yes, ma'am," she keened, squeezing her pussy muscles, hole begging for her wife's fingers to return. "Your fingers feel so good inside of me!"
Alyssa watched, entranced, as Ashlyn plunged the three fingers back into Ali's pussy. A faint buzzing sound alerted the younger woman to the arrival of a vibrator, which had appeared out of seemingly nowhere, and was pressed to Ali's swollen clit, coaxing her closer to an orgasm.
"Good girl," Ashlyn praised as Ali's hips jutted forward involuntarily, begging for the release that she could only achieve with her dominant's permission. The blonde pulled the bullet vibrator away from Ali's pussy and pressed it to her own, mouth falling open in pleasure. Alyssa was squeezing her thighs together without even realizing what she was doing, feeling bits of fluid drip out of her pussy and into her panties.
"Normally," said Ashlyn, voice breathless with pleasure as she fingered Ali with one hand and fucked herself shallowly with the vibrator with the other. "I'd fuck her pussy with one of those."
She gestured towards the line of dildos that Alyssa had forgotten were there, but the young submissive's eyes only flicked over to them for a second before returning to watching Ali, transfixed by the way she moved, pleasure subject to Ashlyn's desires.
"But," grunted the dominant, biting gently on Ali's shoulder when the submissive made a particularly loud keening noise, pleading to cum without speaking. "Tonight, I want to feel her cum all over my leg. Did you hear that, pet? You can cum whenever you need. Just remember to-"
Whatever Ashlyn had been about to say was cut off when Ali moaned, tossing her head back as a wave of slick coated Ashlyn's fingers and thigh.
"Fuck," she gasped. "Th-Thank you, ma'am! Thank you!"
Alyssa was so focused on watching Ali orgasm that she almost missed it when Ashlyn grunted, pulling her fingers out of Ali's spasming pussy and using the dripping digits to tug on her wife's collar.
The two women came down from their highs together, and Alyssa once again felt like she was almost intruding. Ashlyn set the vibrator aside and turned Ali in her lap so that she could kiss her deeply, then prompted her to keep her mouth open. Ashlyn slid her fingers into Ali's mouth, and the submissive licked them clean, running her tongue between them until she had gotten every last drop of her own slick.
"Good girl," cooed Ashlyn, stroking her wife's hair absently. Ali kissed her on the cheek and then got up from her lap. She fetched her panties and pulled them on as Ashlyn, too, rose and began cleaning up their implements. The ones they had used went in a bin by the door, while the clean ones were returned to their proper places. Ali, still flushed and breathing heavily, made her way over to where Alyssa sat, impossibly aroused and equal parts frightened and intrigued by what she had just witnessed.
"How are you doing?"
Ali's voice had shifted, from the submissive timbre back to the voice that she had used earlier in the day, during group. Alyssa tried her utmost to look at the woman's face, or even at a point on the wall, just to avoid looking at Ali's damp panties and push-up bra.
Alyssa found herself speechless. She had no idea what she wanted to say, or ask, and so she just stuttered until Ali laughed gently.
"It's okay," she said. "If you don't quite have words yet. But I just want to warn you, Becky's going to text you later to ask what you thought. You did so good, and thank you for trusting us."
Ashlyn repeated the sentiment from across the room, where she was busy returning her and Ali's personal collection of objects to their bag.
As Alyssa stood up to leave, Ali put a gentle hand on her shoulder once again.
"Not every relationship looks the same," she said. "What me and Ash do isn't what everyone does. It's okay to still be figuring it out."
Alyssa whispered her thanks before scurrying out the door and through to the reception area, where she collected her things and was off for home like a shot. She waved apologetically to her new acquaintances, including Morgan and Julie, as she dashed off. She felt bad not to be staying to socialize with the women, but she had several pressing matters to attend to, lots to think about.
She forced herself to ignore everything as she walked home, still dripping into her panties as the sight of Ali and Ashlyn lingered in her mind. But, once she was in bed, she stared at the ceiling and allowed herself to think.
As she sneaked a hand between her legs and started rubbing furiously at her clit, she didn't know which image was more prominent. Ashlyn, giving gentle orders and bringing Ali to her peak, dominant but not cruel. Or Ali, so... relaxed, and peaceful as she trusted Ashlyn to take control away from her, guide her and pleasure her, and bring her back to earth.
She bit her lip to keep from crying out as she came, two fingers in her pussy and her thumb roughly rubbing her stiff clit. As she came down from the powerful orgasm, she couldn't help but let her mind drift places that suddenly seemed... frighteningly less frightening.
In her mind, she was on her knees, completely naked with her face buried between someone's thighs. Even in her state of exhaustion, halfway between waking and sleeping, she knew that she was eating her dominant's pussy, and that the moaned praises from the woman being pleasured made her swell up with pride in herself. A gentle hand tugged at her imaginary collar, guiding her movements, and when she came up for air her eyes locked onto a familiar pair.
"Good girl," crooned the voice in mind, so new and frightening yet so familiar and safe. "That's my good little one."