Battleship (Anchored 2)

The woman doesn’t look afraid of Destiny, even as she’s tied up.

“That’s called a spanking bench,” Zack says easily. “What do you think of it?”

“I’m not sure,” I tell him honestly. I’ve gotten used to Zack asking me questions. Apparently, this is part of the whole Top thing. The Dom asks the sub questions to gauge how they feel about things. The Dom pushes the sub to his or her limits, and sometimes past them, but is always right there to catch the sub. The Dom is always there. The Dom is always watching out for the best interests of the sub.

And part of me wonders if this is the element that’s been missing from my relationships.

Maybe I should have found a Dom years ago.

My relationships with men have always been tricky. It’s not that all of the guys I’ve dated have been jerks, but they’ve all been selfish in the end. Anytime things got hard, or difficult, or I needed them, they bailed. I think after awhile, I sort of just gave up on men altogether, and while I like women, I’m more bicurious than bisexual.

I’ve never been with a guy who quizzed me on the things I liked. I’ve never been with a guy who pays close attention to how I’m breathing, moving, looking. I’ve never been with someone who watched my body language in addition to my words.

And the truth is that when I look at Christina and how she interacts with Zack, I’ve never seen her happier.

I’ve never seen her more at peace.

And I crave that.

I want it for myself.

I want someone to look at me in that way.

I want someone to make me feel like they can’t live without me, like I’m the most important thing in the world to them.

“What’s Des…what’s the Domme going to do?”

“Mistress D,” Zack says smoothly. “Is going to tie up her submissive. Then, I imagine, she’s going to spank her.”

“But…why?”

“How about you watch?” Zack says. “Then we’ll talk about the scene when it’s finished.”

I turn back to the stage and watched as Destiny – Mistress D – ties her submissive to the spanking bench. The bench is length-wise on the stage, so the audience can see the woman’s face. She looks a little nervous as Mistress D ties her arms behind her back, but she doesn’t move or wiggle or try to get away.

I know she has a safeword, so she can stop the scene at anytime. If she gets scared or nervous or afraid, she can say the word and Mistress D will immediately end the scene, untie her, and take care of her.

Still, it’s quite the exercise in trust.

This woman is allowing herself to be tied up in public. She’s allowing her body and her emotions to be on display for everyone to see. She’s brave, and she’s beautiful.

The music in the club is so loud I can’t hear what Mistress D is saying. She’s speaking quietly to her sub, touching her, running her hands over her. She’s gently calming the woman and helping her relax.

Then she pulls the submissive’s panties off and spreads her legs, and the spanking begins.

Mistress D starts with her hand, but starts to use different elements. Each time she switches to something new, Zack offers me the name of the item and tells me a little bit about it. Soon I feel like an expert in spanking tools: not a beginner who’s never stepped food in a club before.

By the time Mistress D switches to using a paddle, the submissive is crying with each stroke, but she still doesn’t seem in distress. Her bottom is red and I know that’s got to hurt, but she almost looks peaceful.

Calm.

And I realize that she’s focusing only on counting each stroke. She’s focusing on getting through each second of this. She’s focusing only on listening to her mistress and on pleasing her.

And then the spanking stops.

That sub must have the clearest head in the history of the world. My own brain feels like it’s constantly going at top speed. Between dealing with my boss and the parents at work, I feel tired and stressed all of the time. It’s so hard for me to find the energy to do anything else. I wonder what it feels like to have the level of relaxation the submissive appears to have.

I think the scene is over, and I start to get up, but Zack grabs my arm.