"He's actually reacting really well and in typical sub fashion too," Karyn replied. "So many of them show this deference behaviour, as I call it. He defers to your preference in most things now, right? Notice how docile he becomes when I talk to you about him? He likes being discussed in the third person, like an object." Karyn turned her head to look at me, simultaneously objectifying my presence while confirming her assessment.
"Don't you. Are you liking this?"
"Yes. I mean yes, Ma'am."
"Good catch. I approve." She turned her head back to my wife. "See? He likes being the object of our conversation. He obviously likes pleasing women too or we wouldn't even be here talking about this. He cares what I think about him and he wants to please me. That's a very good first response."
"First response? What's that mean? Is there a second response?" My wife asked.
"So to answer your question, yes there is phase two if you want to go there. So far he is suitably maleable about taking direction from females and that's a great first step." She paused, gauging the possible reaction to her next line of thought.
"You're asking me what I think as a pro, right? You want my opinion about how to progress this, yes? I mean, I don't want to make assumptions here. There are few things more annoying than unsolicited advice."
"Of course! I value your perspective as someone who has actually participated in making male submission fantasies come true. So as a dominatrix, what do you think the next step would be for him." Jenna glanced at me, sitting passively between them, not interrupting but doing a lot of being in the moment. I found myself riveted to the conversation and how it made me feel.
"For him," she had said. Like I wasn't sitting right there, listening to these two women discuss me as if I wasn't. They were not talking about whether I should take the next step or even wondering what my input might be. Jenna just wanted to know how to do it. Well, to be fair, she already knew what I wanted and in keeping with the spirit of things, my acceptance of her decision was a foregone conclusion.
"Are you happy with how he performs sexually?" Karyn asked the question casually, like she was placing a take-out sushi order. My wife looked at me. Karyn looked at me.
"He's ok with the question, aren't you?" Her look told me that she expected agreement. "And interested in your answer I think, yes?"
"Yes. Very interested." I was a lot more than just interested but now wasn't the time to push my own agenda. They were doing a great job of that themselves.
"See how he answers direct questions with brief, limited acknowledgements? He never volunteers any comment to the conversation and he has become very passive with respect to your decision making. That's very typical of a sub who is just discovering his role. He's probably not sure how we want him to respond. Plus the whole surrealism of the moment with me here is likely making more than one word answers too distracting from the unfamiliar but exciting reactions he's feeling." Karyn looked at me again. "Yes?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Good. So Jenna, do we need to work on performance or can we ratchet things up? Is he ... up for the next part? Excuse the pun." Karyn glanced at my crotch. "Looks to me like he's up for it."
"He is performing well," Jenna replied. "Although, as we have discussed, he still cannot cum when he is told. That is one of the things I would really like him to learn."
"Have you tried caging him, or using a milking sleeve? Making him dependent on you for an orgasm is a good idea and they make sex toys now that are very difficult to resist.
"I think it's a psychological issue not a physical capacity problem. I'll deal with it. Tell me about phase two," my wife said.
"Well, the next step involves a little more commitment but it's a water-shed moment, beyond which things change rapidly. He's gonna need to be naked in front of a stranger. Well, a relative stranger. He knows me but not well and not for long. Step two means becoming easy with who he is and what he is. We've been referring to him as your sub. Subs don't usually wear clothes in front of Dommes during a session. So the next thing would be to act like a sub in front of witnesses." She glanced at both of us and saw we all seemed to be on the same page.
"That behaviour will reinforce his self identity as a submissive. If someone else besides you treats him like a sub, he will become more comfortable acting that way, get it? Our expectations will let him set aside his inhibitions more easily and respond appropriately." She smiled at me. "Because he wants to please us. He wants us to know he's been a good boy."
"If you want, I can be the first one obesides you to acknowledge him. It's kind of a threshold he'll need to cross at some point if you two expect to go ahead with this FLR you're playing with."
Could I do this? Could I strip naked in front of Karyn? I thought so. I was getting excited imagining being naked, inspected and on display like a slave at an auction. Could I get hard for her? If so, when she saw my erection would she touch it? I was pretty sure I wanted to find out.
"Can I touch him?" Karyn asked, reading my mind. Jenna nodded. Karyn placed her warm, brown hand firmly on the nape of my neck and gently bent my head forward so I was staring at her lap. Her touch felt hot on my skin. Hot, controlling and very compelling.
"I know you must have a lot of exciting emotions running through you right now. They can be confusing. I want you to let go of the idea that you need to be in control of this situation. Just go with the sensations. You trust Jenna and you know you can trust me too. We won't do anything that will hurt you. But we can give you a way out of the male stereotype that you feel trapped in."
"Shouldn't he be naked?" My wife asked.
"All in good time. First let's establish some parameters." She turned her attention back to me. "I want you to get on your knees now. You can keep your hands clasped behind you." Karyn took her hand off my neck and I slid off the couch onto the floor. I knelt in front of them with all my clothes on. Karyn cupped my face in her hand and lifted it up to meet her gaze.
"Let's be clear about what happens next," she said. "You want to find out what happens next, right?" I nodded.
"Yes. I want to know. I want to be used sexually. I want to be trained." I hoped that was the correct wording for the gut wrenching desire I was feeling. In any case, that was about as articulate as I was capable of at the moment. Jenna to the rescue, my impatient wife relieved me of any need to explain further.
"Ok, stand up and take your clothes off. Pile them on that chair by the door then come back and kneel in front of Karyn again." I felt light-headed but I did as ordered. I felt them watching me strip away the physical barriers that protected my privacy. I got down on my knees, naked, vulnerable and visibly excited in front of two fully clothed women.
"Wow. I didn't think he had the nerve," my wife said. "Now what? He's hard and on his knees. Is there a typical next step?"
Karyn fished around in a purse the size of a shopping bag and pulled out a black leather collar embedded with four chrome D-rings, one in the front, one in the back and one on each side.
"Bow your head toward me," she instructed. She buckled the collar around my neck and sat back to admire me.
"Perfect! Your collar is your cue," she said. "It is a symbol of your submission. When you are wearing it you will strive to be the best sub you can be. The collar means you are the submissive property of the dominant women who are in charge of you. Only Jenna or I can collar you or release you from the servitude the collar imposes. You understand?" I nodded, afraid my voice would crack if I spoke.
"So what are you?"
"I, ... I am your property, a sub," I managed to croak.
"Close enough," Karyn smiled." You may kiss my feet."
Naked, collared and erect, I crouched forward on my hands and knees and lowered my face to the floor and kissed her shoes.
"Stay there," Jenna said. She turned to Karyn. "Now that he is wearing a collar he has to do everything I say, does he not?"
"Well, you can't abuse the privilege. You can't just surprise him one day by slapping a collar on him and expect him to be ok with cleaning the house for the afternoon," Karyn laughed.
Then more thoughtfully, "Unless he can do that naked, maybe. Don't forget, he's being complicit because it's a turn-on for him. If either of you decide the D/s scene is not turning your crank anymore, then it's over." Karyn looked at the naked sub at her feet. "Probably not much danger of that happening anytime soon."
