This story contains a consensual sexual relationship between two adult men that consists of a slow build romance, and BDSM (including bondage, dominance and submission, whips, and various sexual encounters). Not all chapters will be sexually focused, but many will. If you are uncomfortable with any of these elements, please pass on this story rather than placing yourself in an uncomfortable situation and/or rating it unfairly. Thank you!
Chapter 1: The Contract
I turned slightly, taking one last look in the mirror before heading down the stairs. I rarely put much thought into my appearance these days, which shouldn't be mistaken for lack of care. I simply knew what I had to offer. My wardrobe consisted of precisely two types of attire, leather bondage gear and the casual t-shirts and athletic pants I wore when I wasn't in my leathers. As the owner of a popular BDSM club, nearly all of my time was accounted for, and I rarely found the occasion or need to wear anything else. While I wasn't someone that would likely be described as shockingly handsome, I was attractive enough. At precisely six feet tall with a muscular, athletic build that I cultivated primarily with diet as I had little time to work out, I was comfortable in, or out of, nearly any attire. My skin was pale and my glossy, straight black hair hung just below my shoulders. I often tied it up haphazardly by the end of the day, but for a lunch meeting it was still loose. It had been several years since I'd taken the type of meeting that was on my schedule this afternoon, and I'd had to rummage through the back of my closet to find the pair of tight black jeans and casual V-neck cashmere shirt. I wasn't thrilled with the slight darkness that pooled just beneath my pale green eyes, but it had been a later than normal night at the club, and I'd only managed to climb into bed around six this morning.
I was astounded by the physique of the man that I found settled in one of the plush wingback chairs in my office. I'd been doing this for nearly twenty years now, and I'd seen every gender and body type imaginable engaging in, in truth, more activities than I'd care to have seen. While I tried my best not to stereotype, it was still certainly unexpected for a man that looked like he'd stepped off the cover of a men's health magazine to come in asking to train as my submissive. He was perhaps 6'1 and 230 lbs., composed of nothing but pure muscle. While he was in his late twenties or early thirties, his skin was smooth, clear, and lightly tanned. He was neatly dressed in slim fit grey chinos and a dark burgundy long sleeve tee shirt that served to highlight his broad shoulders, firm chest, and wavy blond hair. Though his hair was relatively short, it looked as though he'd just come in from a day at the beach and given up trying to tame it. The contrast between its wildness and his neatly put together clothing and posture was stunning. His most extraordinary feature however was his eyes; a blue so pale they were almost silver.
He'd shaken my hand firmly as I'd entered the room, and politely accepted my offer of tea. He sat silently as I carefully prepared it, watching him from the corner of my eye. He looked inquisitively around the room, seeming a bit nervous, but trying his best to keep his composure. I liked him. I've had plenty of partners in my life; always taking subs by short-term training contract only. I'd spent no more than six months with any one of them while avoiding any personal, emotional, or sexual relationships outside of that dynamic. After so many years of sexual and emotional training, I was stunned by the way my body was responding to the idea of training him.
I handed him a cup and settled into the opposite chair with a gentle smile. "So, how is it that you come to me today?"
He smiled nervously. God he was handsome. I honestly couldn't remember the last man I'd encountered that could have held their own against him in the looks department despite the fact I spent most of my time around attractive and nearly undressed people. Having owned the club for a decade now, I've become largely immune to the effects of naked and attractive men unless I'm of the mind allow myself to be affected.
"In truth, I don't know that I have an answer for you that is as clear as it should be."
I liked that answer and smiled, encouraging him to continue.
"I've spent a lot of time in relationships that haven't worked, both in and out of the bedroom. People see me, and they assume I'm this big tough guy and in truth that's just not what I enjoy. The most recent relationship I was in, the guy was into a lot of kink, I just didn't know it at first. Even though we didn't really connect on a personal level and the relationship only lasted a couple of months, the idea of being his sub was intriguing to me. We only toyed around with it a bit, but when we broke up, I spent a lot of time reexamining what I really want for myself. I mean when you first realize you might be into BDSM it's a little shocking." He smiled broadly as he continued "but it just sort of seems to fit what I've always been looking for."
He had calmed down and he sipped his tea slowly before continuing. "I've spent more than a year tentatively going to clubs and researching online, things like that. While I really do feel that the definition of submissive appeals to me, I don't want to just hope to meet someone that says they know what they're doing only to have them screw up the whole experience for me. I'd like to know what I want and what I expect before I go trying to find the right person to partner with, so I decided I should look for a trainer. I've been to your club a bunch over the past few months and a few people have mentioned that you're between subs right now, that while it's been a few years you occasionally take trainees, and that I might be your type."
He blushed slightly and looked down into his tea for a moment as he mentioned that I might find him attractive. Fucking adorable. I had never hoped for someone to agree to contract with me so much during a first meeting.
I finished my tea, set down my cup, and smiled kindly. "All of those things are indeed true. I do take trainees on occasion, I am between contracts and the moment, and..." I looked him up and down slowly and deliberately, "you are most certainly my type. Additionally, that was one of the most complete and thought-out answers I've ever heard to that question."
He smiled brilliantly. It was truly blinding.
"That said," I continued seriously, "most people that find themselves in that seat don't always know what they're asking for, so I'd like to start out by explaining a few things."
His eyes grew serious, and he leaned slightly forward as he nodded.
"First, kink is something that is unique to each person. While there are some generally accepted definitions for various types of play, everyone decides what does and does not work specifically for them. Within the BDSM community, there is a difference between dominance and submission and sadism and masochism although there is often an overlap. S&M incorporates an element of pain. Typically, it is connected to sexual gratification, though not always. Personally, I consider myself to be a minor to moderate sadist. I enjoy exposing my partner to some bondage, some level of pain, often utilizing whips and spanking, and slightly uncomfortable penetration."
He blushed, but his gaze held mine. He was genuinely perfect.
"That said, I only enjoy inflicting pain when it is combined with pleasure and I don't enjoy activities that might cause bruising, draw blood, or would simply cause pain for the sake of pain. My ideal sub is certainly somewhat masochistic, but not to the point they require pain to enjoy themselves as that's certainly not primarily what I offer or enjoy. If you prefer to engage in play with no pain at all, or higher levels of pain than I am comfortable offering, I am likely not the dominant for you."
He simply nodded and waited for me to continue.
"Dominance and submission is often a part of the relationship for sadomasochistic pairs, but many dom/sub partnerships don't bring pain into their dynamic. At its core, dominance and submission is about power, connection, intimacy, and freedom. Engaging with someone else in an intimate way with a clearly defined power dynamic can be an incredibly liberating experience for both partners. While it often includes a strong sexual element, that's not the case for every pair. It is however, a large component of my contract and I do expect my subs to engage in any number of sexual acts. All of which should be enjoyed by both parties. After all, if you're a sub in training, the goal is to use the contracted time to safely learn what you do and do not enjoy, and you have to experience something to make that decision.
There is often more to these sexual relationships than most people consider. For most, a sexual act is something they think about on a purely physical level. In a dom/sub relationship, often multiple levels are explored. For example, if we think about penetration," I stood and closed the few steps between our chairs slowly, "There are many ways I can penetrate you, but I image you're only considering two or three."
He looked nervous but nodded as I continued, "You're probably thinking about your mouth and your ass."
I moved closer, resting my hands on the arms of the chair and holding his gaze as I moved my eyes mere inches from his. "But I can penetrate your mind with my words." I paused to let it sink in, gratified when a shiver ran through him. "And your soul with my eyes." I held my place until he shivered once more before I smiled softly and moved back to my chair. "Ultimately, this experience is about learning to connect, and to let go."
"S&M can also mean there is a Slave / Master dynamic at play. While this is quite popular within the lifestyle, I've found it's not for me. I prefer to have a submissive that still has a mind and preferences of their own to the extent that's allowed within our power dynamic. A slave is too passive for me."
He continued to nod professionally and listen intently as I laid out precisely what I offered when I contracted with a sub, wrapping up the conversation perhaps fifteen minutes later.
