Spinnerette

Lena Austin offers readers a real-life, one-day glimpse into the life of a BDSM student in a Domination school. All events are factual, only the names have been changed to protect the guilty.

Dante accompanies Lena to Domination school, expecting to be on escort duty. But her teacher, the Black Widow, needs a demo model, and Dante readily consents. Now, she’s got him all tied up.

In this sensual skirmish of Dominants, there will be no losers.

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We arrived early on that cold October day, just in time to help Kelly finish preparing lunch for her students. I was an advanced Domination trainee and was there to play the Assistant. Dante, likewise, had almost finished his training and was there mainly as my companion. Kelly was known nationally as The Black Widow, an award-winning Dominatrix who had recently retired from her professional work. As usual, she was dressed in more comfortable Domination clothes than what she might wear while actually performing. A black leotard and black jeans sufficed for a simple demonstration.

After lunch, Kelly launched into her lesson on “rope clothing,” often referred to as rope dresses or rope harnesses. She demonstrated various knots using a simple cotton clothesline. One of the three new students was having difficulty visualizing how rope clothing could be sensuous in a bondage situation, especially on a male. This new group of apprentices had only recently mastered the techniques that kept play legal and safe. Therefore, they could now learn the techniques used on the human body.

Kelly asked Dante if he would consent to submit, and demonstrate the uses. Dante, of course, knew what was in store for him if he agreed. He was more than happy to assist, stood, and stripped off his clothes. I took his shirt and winked at him as a collective sigh arose at the sight of his smooth, nearly hairless chest and six-pack abs. He muttered to me, “Those workouts just paid off.”

Dante is over six feet tall, well hung, broad-shouldered, with long, blond hair. The other trainees knew him only as another Dominant, and were shocked when he knelt naked at Kelly’s feet. He crossed his wrists over his head in the traditional manner that signals a temporary submission. Kelly grasped his crossed wrists in traditional acceptance. Even I, who had seen him submit before, found it titillating to see a man who resembled the stereotypical, blue-eyed Viking kneel before a woman. The eyes of the students lingered on his sculpted, concave butt and long legs.

Under normal circumstances, such a ritual would not be needed. Dante and I had both submitted when we became Kelly’s pupils. However, the apprentices were unaware of that, since Dante and I did not wear collars. As advanced students, we wore necklaces that were little more than thin silver chains. The traditional ritual showed the novices that Dante submitted to the tiny, brunette woman who barely came to his brown nipples when he stood.

Kelly ordered, “Stand with your back to the door and spread your legs. Place your palms flat against the door and do not remove them.” Her blue eyes twinkled with good humor.

“Yes, Mistress.” He rose gracefully and did as ordered.

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