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Filmy curtains hung around them, and a medieval looking iron wall sconce dominated the wall over the headboard. At first she thought they’d lit candles, but soon realized they had to be the electronic fake candles because she didn’t smell anything.
“Where am I?”
“I have a bed in the playroom. I pulled the curtains so you wouldn’t have to look at what you at first saw as instruments of torture, but may now see in a new light.”
She and Kyle were both naked, but Marcus still had his pants on. She was about to comment on it, but it finally registered that the entire curtained area was all bed.
“This isonebed? Damn, how many people do you need to have in bed at once?”
Marcus laughed. “The more the merrier, I always say. It’s four queen mattresses on a platform, with custom headboard, footboard, and canopy. I had a seamstress sew sheet sets together so it can be made up as one unit, and I had a single pillowtop big enough to cover the whole shebang custom made by the factory, so you can’t feel the seams.”
She shook her head and snuggled closer to Kyle. “So, you’re truly depraved, but I guess I shouldn’t be complaining. I’m still a bit mortified, but not so much I can’t say thank you, because that was incredible. I didn’t think you could do it, but you did — on the first try, when I didn’t think you were even trying.”
His smile was soft, and he caressed her arm with a gentle touch. “I needed you to just relax and feel the sensations without trying to do anything about them. It was better you didn’t know we were trying for anything except total relaxation.”
“It’s funny, in all my study of human anatomy, I don’t remember there being a nerve that travels straight from the nipples to... you know, downthere. But I sure think I felt one spring into existence when Kyle put those things on my nipples.”
Marcus’s smile was bigger this time, and his eyes sparkled. “You’re cute with your ‘downthere’. It’s called a clit. Can you do an inventory for me, tell me how you feel? Any residual feedback I need to know about?”
She flexed her muscles and wiggled a little. “Nothing yet, and there really shouldn’t be, should there?”
“You may have a few small bruises from some of the clothespins. If you do, I need to see them. It won’t mean we can’t do it again, it just means if you’re going to be in a bathing suit in the next week we may want to do something else — or work within the confines of a one-piece suit that covers a little more. If you have major bruises, we can downgrade to normal wooden clothespins. No matter what, there are plenty of other ways to get your body’s attention — if you want to continue.”
Kyle tucked her into him a little more, and she snuggled in. It didn’t feel right, Marcus all by himself while she and Kyle spooned, so she reached for his hand and told him, “You certainly made your point, and I’m willing to discuss your extreme-sex concept. I have a zillion questions, all of which I doubt you’re going to want to sit and answer for me. I don’t suppose there are some books I can read?”
“I have a few I can lend you, but you should always feel free to come to Kyle or me — neither of us will mind answering your questions.” He glanced at Kyle and looked back to her. “If you’re in your own head again, it’s time for another conversation. I’d like you to drink some water first, though.”
He slid the headboard open to reveal shelves and drawers, retrieved a bottle of water, removed the top, and handed her the bottle.
Kyle helped her sit up and the sheet fell down. She was reaching to pull it back up when she realized there wasn’t much point. Marcus had seen her all squirmy and screaming — covering her chest now seemed silly.
Kyle arranged pillows and encouraged her to lean into them, and the three sat propped against the headboard. She noted Kyle’s hard-on, and he told her, “I’m perfect. This is from watching you get off. We’ll play more later tonight or tomorrow morning if you want, and maybe I’ll get off then, okay? Meanwhile, let me enjoy my erection.”
She rolled her eyes at him and pulled the sheet up to cover them both. She turned and lifted her eyebrows at Marcus. “Okay, talk.”
“There are a number of designations in the BDSM lifestyle. I’m known as a Top, a Dom, a Master, and a Sadist. You’ll likely need to take a while to figure out what you are, if anything, but I’m going to start by explaining the submissive side of things, because you need to hear them all.”
Marcus spent a great deal of time explaining the difference between a submissive and slave. He also explained that masochists aren’t always submissives, and submissives aren’t always masochists.
“Then there are the SAMs, but I have no patience whatsoever with smart-assed masochists who try to top from the bottom.”
“Everyone knows this, Marcus,” Kyle said with a chuckle. “You haven’t told her about another kind of submissive, yet.”
Marcus spent fifteen minutes explaining a Service Top and a Service Submissive, which flowed into more discussion about sadism and masochism, which led to a detailed conversation about power exchange. Kyle went to get snacks at some point, and offered Heather a robe, though he stayed nude.
As she learned more and more about how various power exchange relationships could work, she asked Marcus, “When you were talking about service submissives, you were talking about Kyle, weren’t you?”
Marcus looked at Kyle, and Kyle said, “Yes, my love, he was talking about me. Are you okay with that?”
Her beautiful, kind, affectionate, romantic Kyle. Heather’s heart warmed, thinking of all he’d done for her, but she wasn’t right for him. He needed so much more than she could ever give him.
“That’s why he said once you figured out what turned me on, you’d learn to do it because it would be what made me happy. Right? You wouldn’t normally enjoy doing this stuff to someone though. This is Marcus’s kink, not yours.”
“That isn’t exactly right,” Marcus said. “Kyle’s fine with learning what turns you on. A service submissive, by definition, enjoys doing whatever pleases his or her partner.”
Okay, that made sense, but, “If I’m guessing right, I’m going to be a Dom and a masochist? How fucked up is that?”
Marcus laughed. “Not fucked up. A bit unusual, but you’re not the first I’ve met.” He shrugged. “Based on the way you reacted with me, we may find out you’re a switch, but we’ve only scratched the surface. Only time and experience will tell.”
