The Exposure (The Submissive 9)

“I overheard you say once that you’re a switch?” he asked.

“Yes,” she confirmed, and then to keep the conversation from going in the direction she thought it was headed, she added, “But I don’t submit here. I only Top.”

He held his hand up. “I wasn’t going to suggest you sub. Not here, anyway. Though I do think that’s probably what you need.”

She allowed herself a terse laugh. “That obvious?”

“Only to those of us with eyes.”

“Oh, well, good. That leaves out . . . let’s see, no one.”

“But they have to actually use them, and that, as you well know, cuts out quite a few.”

She nodded in agreement. “Unfortunately, I’m not dressed as a sub tonight, and I’m not in the mood to go home, change, and then head out to another club.”

“What if I propose something a little different?”

Master G often shared Melissa with other Doms. Meagan didn’t think he was contemplating anything like offering her to Meagan. She would hope not anyway. Not after she’d explained her current frame of mind.

But he must have given his sub some sort of signal, because Meagan saw the other woman’s body shoot to attention and she whispered something to the group she was with.

“I would like for Melissa to have some experience in switching roles. She’s expressed a desire, and though I don’t think she’s a switch”—he shrugged—“I’ve been wrong before.”

“How do I factor into this equation?” Meagan asked.

“If you’re open to it, we can grab a private room, and I’ll take on the submissive role tonight. You can instruct Melissa in the use of a few implements.”

This was something new. Meagan had often given advice and worked with other women in the lifestyle before. However, she’d never worked with a submissive Topping her Dom before.

He must have sensed her hesitation, because he replied before she could get a word in. “Don’t think of it as Topping me. Trust me, you won’t be. I’ll be in charge. But it would really help me out. I can instruct her while I’m submitting, but it’ll be difficult.”

She should agree. She always enjoyed teaching others, and though she didn’t Top men, she knew Master G was being honest when he assured her that he would be in charge. It wasn’t the same as playing in a scene, but maybe it would help her frame of mind to do something.

“Okay,” she said, decided. “I’m in. What’s the plan?”

A genuine smile broke out across Master G’s face. He’d obviously thought she was going to tell him no. “Thank you. This will be a big help.” He signaled Melissa to come to him. “I think something simple for tonight. Maybe a crop or flogger?”

Meagan’s brain was already working on what she’d do as she listened to Master G’s instructions. Yes, she thought. There was no doubt about who was in charge.

Melissa approached them and dropped to her knees before Master G. “You called me, Master.”

The Dom reached out and touched her shoulder. Immediately, the submissive’s body relaxed and she looked up.

“Yes, dearest. Mistress B is going to join us in a private room. I asked her if she’d help us introduce you to being a Top. You may feel free to talk with her and ask any questions you have. Just keep in mind that even though I’m acting as a submissive, this is still my scene. Understand?”

Meagan could tell Melissa was working hard to contain her excitement. It flashed in her eyes and seemed to pulse throughout her body.

“Yes, Master,” Melissa said. “Thank you. And thank you, Mistress B.”

“You’re welcome, dearest.” He stood up. “I’ll go find an empty room upstairs. Why don’t you ladies talk for a few minutes and then meet me in about ten?”

Meagan nodded.

They waited until he moved out of earshot before talking.

“Thank you so much for doing this,” Melissa said.

“It’s no big deal,” Meagan said. “I’m glad to help.”

“It’s something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. I finally got up the nerve to talk to Master about it a few months ago.”

“Really? Because you were afraid of how he would take it or because you didn’t think he’d be interested in letting you try?”

Melissa gave a nervous laugh. “Both, I guess. Maybe a little bit afraid to change the status quo? But I finally realized I wasn’t being honest with myself. And that meant I wasn’t being honest with him. That’s what made me decide to tell him.”

“And see?” Meagan asked. “He took it okay, didn’t he? And he’s arranged for you to learn.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“How did you know? That you were a switch?”

“I was new in my BDSM journey. I had only recently discovered that I was a submissive. I went to a club, not unlike this one, to learn more about the lifestyle. There was a training class for newbies, and I went. We had to put down which role we mostly identified with. All I had known at that point was being a submissive, but the instructor wanted us to at least experience both sides, so I did a few scenes where I Topped and I found out I enjoyed it.”

“It’s a little scary when I think about being the one in control. What if I mess up?”

Meagan patted her hand. “You will. It’s inevitable.” Melissa looked as if she’d had the wind knocked out of her at that, and Meagan rushed to add, “Go ahead and accept the fact that you aren’t perfect and never will be. Tell yourself you will mess up. Give yourself the freedom to mess up.”

“I like that. Giving myself the freedom to mess up.” She took a few deep breaths and then looked at Meagan. “I’m ready. I think.”

“Don’t worry. Nothing bad will happen. Master G will see to it.”

The mention of her Master made Melissa smile. “You’re right about that.”

“Tonight we’re just going to go over a few implements. Nothing too hard-core.”

“I think I can handle that.”

“I know you can.” Meagan stood up. “Let’s go.”

They made their way past several scenes. The crowd was picking up, and Meagan started to feel better. Maybe being in her element was helping. She nodded and spoke to a few people she knew as they went up the stairs. Melissa was quiet, having only been given permission to talk to Meagan.

Several private rooms were located off the hallway at the top of the

stairs. A few of them had closed doors, so they ignored those and peeked into the first room they came to with the door slightly cracked.

Master G was kneeling, facing away from the door. He had removed all his clothes, except for his boxer briefs. Meagan pushed the door open a bit more so Melissa could pass, but she stood frozen in place.

Meagan tried to imagine how off it must feel for her to have their primary roles reversed. “Go stand in front of him,” she whispered, but loud enough for Master G to hear.

Melissa silently nodded and made her way into the room. Meagan closed the door behind them and then joined the couple in the middle of the room.