Nelson sighed as he hung the maid costume up on the back of the bathroom door. He’d found it in the costume room when he’d been on the hunt for a dress for Lennon and it looked about the right size for Shea. There was the dress, a little frilly choker, white gloves, a little white cap, and knee-high stockings and that was it. No panties and that mean Shea’s ass would peak out in the cutest of ways when he had to bend over.
Hearing the knock, Nelson answered the door and beckoned Shea in, “Hey, so, I know we talked domestic, and I still want to do that, but I have a little surprise for you too. You can refuse it, there won’t be any hard feelings, okay, but I thought you might enjoy the scene better with it...” he reached out and brushed the backs of his fingers against Shea’s cheek and then nodded towards the washroom, “In there, you can change or just leave it, choice is yours okay but when you come back outta the bathroom the scene starts. Any questions before we go to?” @desperatelyxxshea
Who: Eli and @aerolynrose
When: Fall Scene Week
Where: Aerolyn’s suite
What: Age play, colouring and a movie
Classes Covered: Aerolyn: Age play, Eli: Sub 102
Age play was something that Aerolyn found incredibly intriguing and something that she was excited to experience with Eli as well. He was incredibly sweet and had been since she’d arrived at the institute. Even when he’d had no reason to care, he still wanted her to be taken care of. And it certainly left her with a bit of a soft spot for him; something that would definitely come in handy for an age play scene. Hearing the knock on the door, she moved to let him in with a soft smile. “Hey, cutie. Come on in.”
Eli was definitely intrigued by age play. He hadn’t done much with it, just what he’d learned in his sub 101 and 102 classes so far but he thought it was definitely something he wanted to try and Miss Aerolyn was perfect to try with. She was so kind, he really liked her, and she seemed into age play too... what else could he ask for really? He was at her door a few minutes early, backpack on his back with the brand new onesie that he’d gotten in the mail in Friday shoved in. He wasn’t sure they would use it but he thought he’d bring it, just in case! “Hi Miss!” he greeted warmly as he bounced up and came into her suite, “I’m super excited, Miss! We totally don’t have to use it but I got a onesie thing in the mail yesterday and it’s super cute, it’s a flying squirrel! But you might already have something in mind so… I just wanna show you cuz it’s cute!”
She stepped aside to allow the submissive to walk in, closing it behind him. The exuberance coming from the submissive would have been enough to make her extremely excited for whatever was to come if she hadn’t been already. “I would love to see that adorable onesie of yours, sweetheart. Come sit on the couch with me and we can talk about things for a moment before we get settled into the scene okay?” She moved to sit on the couch, smoothing out the dress that she was wearing once she was settled.
“‘Kay, ‘kay,” Eli did a half-skip before walking the rest of the way to the couch, pulling off his backpack as he did. He pulled it out and shook it out, holding it up so Aerolyn could see, “See?! Look it’s got the wings and everything!” He held it out to her as he sat down and took a deep breath to try and calm himself a little, not wanting to go over-excited. Not really knowing what to expect poked at his anxiety a little, even though he trusted the switch implicitly. Unconsciously, his heel tapped a quick, quiet, rhythm against the floor, anticipation starting to build.
She gently took the onesie in her hand and felt the smooth and soft fabric, a smile staying firmly planted on her face. “This is so darn adorable, Eli. You are definitely going to wear this for sure.” She said, glancing up at him as she noticed his heel tapping. “Hey, you’re safe with me okay? I will do my best to make this a pleasant experience for you and we can stop whenever you need to.” She reached over to gently grasp his hand. “We don’t even have to do the spanking portion. I would honestly be happy to just spend some time with your little self.”
Eli giggled when Aerolyn liked it as much as he did and he was really glad he was going to get to wear it. He still wasn’t entirely sure what it was going to be like but somehow, the thought of the onesie made it easier. As soon as she mentioned he was safe, he was aware of his leg and he forced it to stop with a nervous laugh, “Yes, Miss, sorry…” he held her hand tightly, “It’s just sort of the first time so I’m nervous.. Not really sure what to do, you know?” his smile was apologetic but just the fact that she had noticed when he hadn’t even been aware and then said something eased his nerves quite substantially.
She shook her head and rubbed her thumb over his hand as she squeezed it. “That’s perfectly okay, Elijah. We will go slow. As slow as you need to. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for.” Aerolyn stated, rolling her shoulders slightly. “Have you done anything with age play before at all?” The Switch questioned, tilting her head to the side slightly. “And is there anything you think or know might help you get there?”
Eli smiled at her reassurances and sighed gently as she asked her questions, “Uhm, no, not really anything at all… I was trying to understand what it was like, you know? Like… is it just acting? Pretending? Or is it……. deeper than that? I feel like it should be deeper but I’ve never really experienced it so I’m just not sure. Have you ever been on the little side before, Miss? Do you know what it’s supposed to feel like?”
She paused and thought back to the time when she had been on the other side of the age play scene and nodded her head. “I do believe it’s meant to be more than just acting, but I also think that sometimes it takes a bit before it really feels like it’s something more. Not for everyone of course, but it’s okay if it takes you some time. Or if you choose never to do it again. There’s nothing wrong with attempting things, cutie. And I’m glad you’re comfortable enough to try it with me.” She paused and hummed softly. “What was your favorite childhood movie?”
Listening carefully, Eli nodded. It made sense that it was deeper than just acting and, again, Aerolyn’s reassurances were a big relief. Eli did tend to put too much pressure on himself to have it all figured out but, really, he didn’t have to. Not right then and there, that was for sure. “My favourite… uhm… heh, Little Mermaid, Miss…” his cheeks went a little red at the admission, not many boys counted it as their favourite but he knew all the songs by heart and really connected with Ariel’s feelings of wanting more and to follow her heart, “What was yours?”
She felt her heart melt at his words and the look on his face. He truly was adorable. “That is a wonderful movie, Eli. Great choice.” She stated, pressing a kiss to the side of his head; hoping to allow him to start slipping into his little space. “My favorite movie was always Hercules. But I really like Moana now.” Aerolyn offered, with a nod of her head.
Eli lit up at the mention of Hercules, “Oh! Miss, Hercules is great!! I loved the little… the little goat guy, what’s his name? Uhm… ahh, I can’t remember but yeah, a great movie! And Moana too, I love Maui, he’s so funny, oh my gosh and did you know that was really Dwayne Johnson singing? He’s such a cool guy, so kind to everyone and everything!” he was gushing about the movies and didn’t have a bad thing to say about any of them, barely even had time for a breath, “Do you have a favourite song from them Miss? I think mine is the ‘lookit this stuff’ song in Little Mermaid, you know, when she’s in her cave and going through all her stuff before her dad wrecks it all?”
“His name is Philoctetes. He’s pretty darn cool.” She said with a grin and a nod, her head tilting to the side slightly. She giggled softly at the excitement on the submissive’s face and she squeezed his hand once more. She was glad that the Disney movies had brought about the reaction that she had wanted from him. “I have lots of favorite songs from them, sweetie. I don’t know if I could choose just one. But that’s a really good song choice. I like it a lot.” She said with a nod, rubbing her thumb over his hand. “Why don’t you go change into your comfy PJs cutie?”
“Phil! Right, Phil, Philotoc-.. Philoc-... Phil!” Eli beamed despite not really being able to get his tongue around ‘Philoctetes’. He understood not being able to choose a favourite but he was so glad that Aerolyn liked the song he had picked. It was such a great song. In that moment, Eli was completely in the present and tapped in to that side of himself that had been craving a release. The side that didn’t have to worry about points, or dominants, or graduating, or the slave house. There was just Disney movies, Aerolyn, and his new PJs and what was better than that? When she suggested changing, Eli smiled wide and nodded and a split second later took off, onesie in one hand, running to the bathroom, sliding in the hall and overshooting a little before scrambling to get into the room. Quickly he got out of his clothes, leaving his socks and boxers on, and jumped into the onesie. Leaving everything in a haphazard pile on the floor he launched back into the living room with a giggle, cheeks bright red as he pulled up the hood and then pulled it down over his face in embarrassment. “Ahhh….” came the quiet cry, half a laugh, half a mortified groan feeling suddenly very self-conscious about everything.
Watching Elijah run off, Aerolyn laughed softly. He was super cute. She waited patiently for ihs return and was not disappointed by how he looked in the onesie. Though she was a little concerned with the way that he was acting. She wanted him to feel comfortable, that was the only way the scene would go well for either of them. “Hey, why are you hiding your face from me, cutie? Come here. Come sit with me again.” She said, standing up to move and grab his hand before leading him to sit down with her on the couch again. She gently moved his hand away from the hood so that she could pull it back a bit and see his face. “You are adorable. Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours though...are you alright?”
Eli let himself be pulled to the couch, slumping down next to Aerolyn heavily. He didn’t protest his hand being moved and looked up at the switch when she pulled the hood back a little, his smile apologetic. Huffing a little laugh at being called adorable, Eli bit his bottom lip and shrugged, “I, uhm… it’s okay, right?” he asked, realizing that the question made no sense and scrunching his nose at it as if it would change that fact, “I mean… it’s… I’m not, it’s okay?” That wasn’t much better but he didn’t know how else to ask for permission to act the way he was, carefree and innocent, when everything in the world demanded the opposite. Demanded duty and a hard heart. He hated that and this feeling, this wonderful free feeling he was experiencing in that moment with her, he wasn’t sure it was okay.
Her eyes softened as she looked at the submissive and she reached a hand up to cup his cheek. “You’re doing just fine, cutie. I think that you and I are going to have a great day together.” She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead before pulling back and booping him on the nose. “You’re safe in here with me, okay? You can act however you want to...especially when we’re engaging in a scene like this. You do whatever feels right to you and I will take care of you. I promise.” Aerolyn said, hoping that her words would help ease whatever turmoil was going on within him.
Eli leaned into Aerolyn’s hand, nuzzling against it as he watched he speaking, smiling lightly. His eyes fluttered, smile widening at the little kiss and the boop and he giggled as he rubbed at his nose with the back of his hand. Her words were a great comfort and he nodded, this was a place that was safe to experiment in, where he could be free and do exactly what he felt in the moment. He trusted Aerolyn and let his head fall back against the couch, looking at her adoringly, “Thank you, Miss….” he mumbled happily, leg fidgeting a little as he played with the edges of the wings of the onesie, “What are we gonna do?” he wasn’t sure what was next but he was sure he could come up with something if necessary.
Watching him relax against the couch, she felt herself ease as well and she nodded her head. You won't have to thank me. But you're welcome, cutie.” At his question, she hummed softly. “Well, we can watch a movie, play a board game, or we could color. Which would you like to do?” Aerolyn had made sure to have a bunch of activities for different ages because she hadn't been sure where Eli would fall.
Three options, all equally as fun but Eli positively lit up at the possibility of colouring. He sat up from his slouched position, wide smile on his face and jumped up a little so he could get his leg under himself, kneeling on the couch facing Aerolyn, “Colouring!!” he exclaimed loudly, “I wanna colour! Can we colour, please? Please, please, please??” He could watch a movie any ol’ day and a board game sounded like way too much work, but colouring? Oh, colouring sounded absolutely, perfect.
She giggled softly and nodded her head in agreement. “We can definitely color, sweet boy. Come sit at the table with me and I’ll get the coloring books ready for us.” She led him to the table and waited for him to sit down before heading to grab coloring books and some crayons. She brought them back to the table before moving to turn on some music, choosing her Disney playlist before taking a seat with him. “Which book do you want, cutie?”
“Yessssss…” Eli jumped off the couch and followed Aerolyn to the table, kicking his feet in excitement. As he waited for her to bring the books he played around with wings of the onesie until she placed the colouring books in front of him. He moved them around and then grinned, “This one!” it was a Disney Little Mermaid one, “That’s okay, right? Maybe there’s one with Max!!” pushing the others out of the way, he started to flip through, seeing if he could find Eric’s dog somewhere, “Oh… I don’t think there’s one…”
“That’s definitely okay, cutie. Go for it!” Aerolyn said, choosing one that had random designs in it. She hummed softly when Eli sounded a bit disappointed. “Here’s what we’ll do. I’ll print off some photos of Max that you can color next time okay?” She wasn’t sure if there would actually be a next time, but if there was at least she would be prepared with something that he would enjoy.” She picked up a blue crayon and began to color in the first design.
Eli smiled wide when Aerolyn said she’d get him some for next time, “Yesss!! Thank you, miss!!” his feet kicked a little under the table as he picked out a page with Flounder and Sebastian on it instead and grabbed a yellow crayon to start colouring in the fish. His colouring was a little messy, outside the lines in some spots even though he tried really hard to keep it in, but he was very focused on the page, his tongue sticking out slightly, humming ‘Under the Sea’ under his breath. Glancing up, he looked over at Aerolyn’s masterpiece, “Woah!” his mouth dropped open, “That’s so good!!!” he looked between their pages, his own seemed so sloppy compared to hers.
She looked at her picture and then glanced over at Eli’s. “You think mine’s good, cutie? Because I think yours is pretty amazing! Do you think I could put it up on my fridge? I think it would be an awesome addition. It would definitely brighten up my suite.” She said with a grin, tilting her head to the side slightly. “Only if that’s okay with you though, sweetie.” Aerolyn said, setting down her crayon when she had finished coloring it all in.
Eli blushed bright red but his smile was undeniable. He was almost overwhelmed with pride when Aerolyn said she liked his and asked to put it on her fridge. Giggling, he looked up at her through his lashes, unbelievably excited to have his ‘artwork’ showcased, “Yeah….” it was very quiet, barely even a whisper as he pushed the book slowly towards her, eyes dropping to watch the book push a few of the crayons out of its path on it’s way to the switch.
At his confirmation, she offered him a bright grin. “Thank you so much, Eli. Would you like to help me put it up?” She questioned, wanting to have him as involved as he could be. She stood up from the table and carefully ripped the page out of the book. “Come with me, sweetie.” She said, holding her hand out to the submissive to lead him into her kitchen. “Pick one of the magnets for me please.” She said as she rested the picture on the fridge.
Taking Aerolyn’s hand, Eli shuffled into the kitchen, pulling the side of the hood of his onesie into his mouth as they went. He didn’t let go as he knelt down, knees akimbo and stared at the magnets carefully. It had to be the right one. With a big smile he pointed to one in the shape of a flower, “This one…” he said quietly, only a little louder than he had spoken before at the table and looked up at Aerolyn with wide eyes, “That’s okay, right?”
“That one is perfect.” Aerolyn agreed with a smile and then tapped the picture. “Put the magnet right there, sweetie.” Once he was done, she pulled back and kissed his head. “Good job.” The Switch said, pleased with the little. “now how about we get a snack and then watch a movie hmm?”
Eli placed it carefully where Aerolyn said to and smiled wide at the kiss to his head, letting out a little giggle at the kiss and the praise. “Ya, ya, ya!!” he was excited for the movie and his tummy was a little hungry so a snack would be perfect. A plate of cheese and crackers paired nicely with a fine apple juice - complete with cup with a lid and straw - and Eli was all set to watch Little Mermaid, tucked in close to Aerolyn’s side while it started. It had been a simple scene but one that Eli had needed, just a few hours of nothing to worry about except being.
Who: Munro and @wilderandersuck
When: Fall Scene Week
Where: Wilder’s suite
What: Bondage
Classes Covered: Munroe/Wilder: Basic bondage
Wilder was excited and nervous for this scene. It wasn't like they hadn't done this before, it just left him nervous. It was slow step to fix things and work on things together. Hearing the knock, Wilder let munroe in. "Strip and kneel for me baby Roe. "
Munroe didn't know what to feel about the whole thing. The whole thing, not just the scene. He still felt off about parent's week and his dad coming and not even bothering to come and say hi, still felt off about Wilder telling him he loved him, felt odd, not off but odd about sleeping with Eloise. God, he just wanted everything to be normal and nothing felt like it was. When he arrived at Wilder's he did as instructed and suddenly realized that he hadn't told Wilder about Eloise... or Clark from a few weeks ago.... or the scene with Frankie...... fuck He knelt and looked up at Wilder, brow slightly furrowed, "So...... scene week...." he started lamely.
Wilder looked down to him. He knew that look on the boys face. "Yeah scene week... Something bothering you? You look like you have something on your mind. Won't make you talk but you can tell me. " Trying to just be supportive more then anything.
Munroe dropped his eyes to the floor, debating the right thing to do. Ultimately, he didn't want a fight and he didn't want a punishment, and he didn't want to talk, so he went with the safe bet, "No, just a bit tired, normal bullshit with classes and stuff." his smile didn't quite reach his eyes but he trusted Wilder not to push as he'd promised.
Wilder knew there was more but he had learned not to push him when he was like this. Maybe after the scene, when he was good and used, he'd open up more but not now. "Sorry Baby Roe, ever want a comfy bed, you can always come over. You know that.. You ready for this scene? "
Munroe nodded, grateful that Wilder didn't push, "I know..." with a little sigh, he rolled his shoulders back and nodded, "Yeah, what are we going to do?" Inevitably, Wilder would push, he knew that, but right now he could focus on the scene and not worry about it. Just the here and now.
"I'm gonna put that mouth of yours to the test. " Wilder smiled, holding a silk ribbon in his hands. Going behind munroe, he tied the boy's hands there. "You're going to use you mouth to get me going and good and hard. If you can do it then I will reward you and if not then I will punish you. Anything you'd like to ask? "
The smile started slowly but Munroe snorted good-naturedly at Wilder's phrasing. He held his hands back and let his head fall back so he was looking at the dom still standing behind him upside down, "No questions, sir..." he licked his lips, "Well... except one... is there a time limit?"
Wilder could feel himself beam as he saw how happy munroe seemed about the idea of this scene. "Hmm 10 minutes. I think you can succeed in that time. " With that he went to sit on the couch. "Okay, time starting.. Now" Wilder turning on a timer.
Munroe grumbled about the time because he could but he shuffled over to Wilder and narrowed his eyes. The fucker was still wearing his jeans with a belt! Sniffing indignantly, Munroe got between his legs and made quick work of the belt, button, and zipper. As he pulled at the jeans to get them down a little he wondered if Wilder had bothered with boxers that day or if his work was really going to be cut out for him.
Wilder enjoyed watching how desperate he was to reach his cock. Was it only for the scene or had Munroe missed him that much? He wasn't sure but he was not asking either. As the boy got his jeans open, Wilder smirked. He wasn't wearing anything under them but the boy still had to pull his cock out to even get started.
Glancing up, Munroe caught the smirk on Wilder's face. It almost made him want to bite the guy's dick but that would just be cruel. Instead, he took hold of the waistband of the jeans, bit hard and yarded on them to get them down as much as possible, freeing up as much of Wilder's length as he could. That done, he moved in, tongue working its way under Wilder's cock, nosing at it until it popped free and he started to lick his way up the shaft, eyes triumphant at his success.
Wilder wasn't surprised when munroe got that lookin his eyes. He was pushing him, making him work and truly the reward would be worth it. With his cock free, Wilder groaned to feel Munroes lips around his cock. How he missed it. "Good boy, youre doing well" Encouraging him and trying to push him on.
Taking Wilder's soft-but-hardening cock into his mouth, Munroe groaned quietly as he hollowed out his cheeks. Moving back a little, he worked his tongue around the girth of the shaft, suckling gently as he did. While he worked, he breathed carefully through his nose and smiled when he could at the praise.
Wilder couldn't help but to grip that blonde hair he loved to hold. Fearing hoe he worked, he knew the boy knew him well and how to get him good and hard, fast. "Good boy, you just might get your reward sooner then you think. "
Munroe chuckled a laugh around Wilder's cock and kept at it, feeling him hardening in his mouth. His tongue teased at the head for a long while before he popped off, the dom's cock bouncing back against his own belly making Roe smile as he licked his lips, "How much time is left, sir?" He asked as he leaned down and licked a stripe from root to tip.
Wilder groaned, giving him a look but still he was doing so well. When Munroe pulled off, Wilder looked to the timer. "30 seconds. Good boy. " He smirked. "Now what would you like as a reward?" Wanting to see what he'd ask for. What would Munroe want with his arms still tied and Wilder sitting there exposed.
Well, well, what did he want as a reward. A good question, one that brought a smirk to Munroe's lips. It needed to be good and, really, the obvious choice was the best choice so he quirked an eyebrow and gave a tiny nod toward Wilder's cock, "I want that inside me."
Wilder smirked. He was kind of hoping that was what the boy would ask for. He missed seeing him bouncing there on his cock. "You can have that, but you gotta get up here and I'll untie you unless you want to try with your hands still bound. " Removing his own shirt then.
Munroe got a foot under himself and leaned forward, nipping very playfully at Wilder's cock as he pushed himself up, making sure to lean heavily against the dom until he was up and turned. Not finished yet, he made sure to slot his thick cock against the valley between the cheeks of his ass so he could tease Wilder while wiggling his fingers and looking over his shoulder, "Come on then..."
Wilder watched, moaning and drinking in all he was doing. Feeling the press of his ass to his cock, Wilder was quick to untie him. But not before he pulled Munroe back to lean against him as his cock rubbed and teased him back.
Back to chest, Munroe let his head fall back against Wilder's shoulder with a little groan, "Fuck, Wilder.." Reaching down behind himself, the submissive took hold of Wilder's cock and lined it up with his entrance. There was precum, perfect amount to get him slicked up enough to start sliding onto the shaft. Pushing himself up so he could get a better angle, Munroe went slow until he was sat flush against Wilder's lap.
Wilder took advantage of his head thrown back, sucking a mark on his neck. One that would stay for some time. "Been missing this" He whispered. Feeling him slip down on his cock, Wilder held his hips, one hand moving to stroke the boy's cock a bit. The other shifting to hold him secure and pressed to him. "Move when you're ready. '
The feel of Wilder at his neck made Munroe's vision black out for a few moments, losing himself completely to the sensation. He let out a sharp breath, swearing quietly as he started circling his hips. It was fast not enough and he pushed upright so he could use his legs, moving himself up and down Wilder's length with a low groan.
Wilder moved his mouth, sucking another mark to Munroes neck. Feeling him lean forward, Wilder started to thrust up as Munroe pushed down. His hand moving from the boys chest to hold his hip with a soft moan.
Munroe groaned at the feel of Wilder's cock stretching him out, the warmth of the dom's hands on his hips. Leaning forward, he braced himself, hands pressing against Wilder for support, changing the angle and hitting that sweet bundle of nerves just right for him to clench tightly around the other's length. "Ah, fuck..."
Wilder still moved with him, loving how they fit together. He met the boys every move. "Hmm so beautiful, you were made to be on my cock. " He Whispered to him. Knowing it was true but at the same time, he didn't want to freak him out. He didn't want to lose him again.
Munroe's head dropped when Wilder praised him, unable to look at him as they fucked, "Fuck.. fuck, fuck, fuck..." he forced all thoughts out of his head and rode the dom like there was nothing else in the world and his orgasm steadily grew, building deep in his belly until he whined, cock dripping, asking for his release.
Wilder moved with him, every thrust seem to be in perfect time with Munroe and the way he was moving. He could feel the other was close from how his body was acting. Feeling his own edge there, wilder pulled munroe back to lean against him as he whispered for him to cum. Wilder coming not long after the blonde on his lap.
Munroe cried out in pleasure and frustration as his body did as Wilder asked, coming hard. He couldn't keep himself from grabbing his own erection, helping the orgasm along as his seed spurt out over his hand. Wilder came soon after and Munroe slumped back against him, spent, breathing heavily as he slowly came back to himself.
Wilder was catching his breath as he held munroe against him. He didn't say it, he couldn't say it but how he had missed this feeling of them pressed together.
Who: Nelson and @kolbejadams
When: Fall Scene Week
Where: Nelson’s suite
What: Bondage, body art... all trussed up and painted up.
Classes Covered: Nelson: Non-sexual scenes, Kolbe: Advanced submission
Nelson was excited for his scene with Kolbe, he’d gotten some tools from the building super and installed the hook in the ceiling of his living room that could hold a lot of weight and attached the spreader bar there. It would be perfect for his plan with the submissive and he just finished sweeping up when he heard the knock. “Kolbe! Hey, man, come in, come in… just on the couch there please… We can go over a few things before we start.”
Hearing the Switch tell him to take a seat on the couch, Kolbe stood up and then moved to take his place on the couch, offering a smile before glancing at the spreader bar. He was actually pretty excited about the scene that they were going to do and hoped it meant that they’d perhaps be able to do more scenes in the future. “How was your day, Sir? Good, I hope? Are you enjoying scene week?”
“A good day! A great day, actually, I got a lot done… this scene week is pretty interesting so far, yeah.” Nelson sat down next to Kolbe with his notebook and flipped it open to the page where he’d planned out the scene. It probably wasn’t the way most people did it, but it was how he did it. It helped him keep everything organized and that kept his stress levels low and confidence high which is what he needed to make sure that he could keep Kolbe safe, “Alrighty, so.... Let’s go over the scene… lemme know if you have questions at the end, okay? I got ‘em here but can you remind me of your limits and your safe word, please?”
Kolbe nodded along with Nelson’s words, glad that he’d had a good day. It would hopefully serve to make this specific scene a great one in general. He nodded his head when Nelson said that they were going to go over the scene, glad that he would know exactly what he was getting into. “My limits are permanent marks, watersports, scat, ageplay, needles, and lashes, Sir. And my safe word is deke.” Kolbe set his hands on his legs and then waited patiently for what was to come.
“Perfect, exactly what I got here so I didn’t miss anything…” shifting a little closer, Nelson held the book so that they could both see and started to point out the drawings as he spoke, “Okay, so, this is going to touch on the non-sexual scenes classes for me and I completely just realized I didn’t ask your classes, so let me know if this works for some of yours of if a small tweak would be helpful, okay? Okay.. so… the plan….. First, I’m going to tie your wrists up to the spreader bar, there, you know.. Stretch you like a canvas sort of thing, like objectification, right… oh, you’ll have to be as naked as you’re comfortable with, down to your boxers is fine, you don’t need to be fully nude for this…. Once you’re ‘stretched’, then I’m going to use the gold body paint I have to paint some words or artwork… whatever comes to me in the moment. I’ll set a time limit of an hour, but if you need down before then, you can just safe word out and that’s fine… then, a few quick pictures for posterity’s sake and we’re done… aftercare, another class I’m in, I can help with your arms, circulation, and if you want or need help showering off that’s absolutely possible. Okay? Any questions?”
Kolbe listened closely to what it was that Nelson was saying to him, wanting to know what it was that they would be doing. It sounded simple, but also sounded like it would be super relaxing and that was something that Kolbe was going to enjoy. His other scenes had and would be fairly taxing so it was nice to have one that wouldn’t be as hard on him mentally or physically. “That all sounds good to me. It fits into advanced submission in some ways, so the scene is perfectly fine; sounds great actually. Thank you for telling me what we’ll be doing, Sir.” The submissive said with a bright grin.
“Perfect!” Nelson repeated and he closed the book and stood up, “Let’s begin shall we? First things first, if you could strip down and stand in the middle of the room on the newspapers there, I’ll get you strung up… I talked to the bondage professor and he pre-tied some no-slip knots for me.. Such a nice guy…” He waited until Kolbe was stripped and waiting and made quick work of the ropes so that he was standing with his arms out and over his head. Resting his hand on Kolbe’s shoulder, Nelson watched him carefully, “Good? Not too tight or weird an angle?”
He stood up from the couch and eased himself out of his clothing, making sure to fold them and set them aside, something that had stuck with him since the first person he thought would claim him. Once that was done, he stepped into position, chuckling softly at the mention that Nelson hadn’t had to do all of the work himself. He wriggled slightly when questioned and then shook his head. “No pinching or anything. It all feels okay, Sir. Thanks for checking.”
“Cool, okay,” Nelson nodded and then grabbed the body paint, bringing it in front of Kolbe to prep it where the submissive could see him, “This paint is non-toxic.. Actually edible, heh..” he chuckled as he took a little taste, “They added some sort of… berry flavour, can’t really tell what, though…” as he spoke, he watered it down a little to make it easier to use and the stood with the palette in one hand, paint brush in the other, “Alright my lovely canvas, are you ready?” he smiled and winked as his eyes moved over Kolbe’s body, trying to envision a design but not above doing some free strokes as well.
He quirked an eyebrow slightly when Nelson told him that the paint had a berry flavour and he chuckled softly. “Will I get a taste, Sir?” Kolbe questioned, curious as to what the Switch’s opinion on that would be. “I’m ready whenever you are, Sir.” Kolbe replied, tightening his muscles before allowing them to loosen so that he could relax through the scene. It was definitely nice, not having to worry about what to do and when.
Chuckling, Nelson nodded, “Yeah, sure,” his eyes narrowed for a moment while he mulled over the best way to go about getting Kolbe a taste, “After I’m done, if you’re a good boy, I’ll feed you a bit…” he smiled cheekily, “If you’re naughty, you’ll have to lick it off your own arm.” the last had a wink added on. Slowly, he circled the submissive and kept talking as he dipped his brush into the paint, “You’re also free to use my shower after, or if you prefer a bath, that too. Your arms might be a little sore so if you want help, I’ll be glad to provide it with your bath but showers are on your own…” Gently, he placed the brush at the nape of Kolbe’s neck, just where his hairline started and stroked down and around making a swirl just to the left of his spine, using his thumb he smudged out along the original line to distort it, feathering the edges. Liking the effect, he repeated it on the right, up a little higher over his shoulder before speaking again, “How does that sound?”
He chuckled softly at Nelson’s words, but simply nodded in agreement. He couldn’t argue with the Switch. Or well, he could, but it wouldn’t exactly get him what he wanted. As the brush began to move along his skin, Kolbe allowed his eyes to fall shut so that his senses were heightened a little bit. It made things feel even that much better. “That sounds good, Sir. I’ll see how my arms feel after our scene and then let you know what my decision is. If that’s alright with you, Sir.” Kolbe replied, letting out a sigh of contentment. The paint was cool against his warm skin and the differences caused some goosebumps to arise.
“That’s perfect, Kolbe, yes,” Really, Nelson wouldn’t have expected anything else, it always depended on the moment and planning for things like after care, while important, needed flexibility as well. Continuing on with his design, the theme came quickly after the first few strokes, nature, vines, leaves, all part abstract, part as realistic as he could get with his brush on Kolbe’s skin. The submissive was soon covered in an intricate design that wrapped around his torso, up his arms, down his legs, and even up onto his face over one cheek. Looking at his timer there was 15 minutes left but he didn’t want to overdo things. So he set his brush and paint down and stood in front of Kolbe, gently brushing the backs of his fingers along the submissive’s cheek, “Okay, I’m done, how you doing? Good for a few more minutes while I take some photos?”
As Nelson painted, Kolbe found himself slipping into almost a meditative state. There was nothing that he had to worry about in that moment and that was a nice and calming feeling. He opened his eyes when he felt the fingers brush along his cheek and he smiled softly at him. “Sure, Sir. I can hang out for a few more minutes. It’s no big deal. My arms are a little achy, but I can last long enough for you to take some photos.” Kolbe assured him, licking his bottom lip and then adjusting himself as best as he could. “How do you think it looks, Sir?” Kolbe questioned, eager to get to see the photos that Nelson was about to take.
“I’ll be quick.” Nelson smiled and grabbed his polaroid, taking a few full body shots as he circled Kolbe, letting the pictures fall to the ground as he went, “It looks really great, Kolbe, you really are an amazing canvas… just a couple more…” he took a few close-ups of some intricate areas, places he was particularly pleased with the results, “Alright, let’s get you out of there…” Undoing the bonds, Nelson supported each arm, gently massaging for a moment as he slowly lowered them down so they wouldn’t feel too uncomfortable, “How you feeling? Decide on a shower or bath yet?”
He groaned slightly as his arms were moved from the position they had been in,feeling the blood circulation begin to normalize. “I think a bath would be nice if you don't mind, Sir.” kolbe said, enjoying the soft massages that he was getting from the other. Normally he would be more than willing to shower himself, but with a bath being offered, he really wanted to cash in.
“Mhm,” Nelson smiled with a little nod, “Of course and it’s your choice if you’d like me to help you or not, it might be hard to get the paint off your back but I’ve got one of the back brush things you can absolutely use.” He let go of Kolbe’s second arm and went back to the original container of the paint, “Before we go do that, though, you get your reward,” giving a little wink, Nelson held out the tub and give it a little shake, “Taste up…” it really wasn’t the best tasting in Nelson’s opinion but it wasn’t as if he were a connoisseur of body paint and a promise was a promise. Kolbe had done well, that meant he got to taste properly.
Kolbe leaned forward to get a little lick of the paint and hummed softly before nodding his head. “Definitely some sort of generic berry flavor, you were right about that. Not sure how likely I would be to taste more again unless I had to, but it’s not terrible.” He mused with a slight shrug of his shoulders before offering Nelson a grin. Once he was led into the bathroom, he turned the water to a temperature that he enjoyed and then plugged the tub. He lifted his arm to test something and winced before turning to Nelson. “I think I would like help for my back if you don’t mind, Sir. It’s a bit tender to lift my arm so far back.”
Nelson grinned at Kolbe’s assessment of the paint and agreed with him wholeheartedly. It wasn’t something he’d be actively seeking out, that was for sure. As the submissive started up the water, Nelson dug around to find the back brush he had shoved somewhere. He pulled it out and looked up just as Kolbe tested out his arm and he frowned at the reaction. Setting the brush on the edge of the tub, he placed one hand at Kolbe’s shoulder and the other at his elbow, very gently pressing to see where the pain was, “We’ll get some heat on it and I can give you a bit more of a proper massage, okay? Don’t want to leave you injured… we’ll keep an eye on it and I want you to go to the nurse if it feels like it’s getting worse or even if it still feels the same tomorrow, understand?”
He winced when Nelson pressed on the spot that felt painful, but let out a soft breath as Nelson spoke about the precautions that they were going to take in order to help it stop hurting as soon as possible. “It’s not too bad, Sir. I don’t think we have to worry about it. But thank you for taking some steps to make sure that it’s going to be okay.” He said with a bit of a smile, clearing his throat. “And if it feels the same or worse, I will definitely go to the clinic and get it checked out. He allowed himself to relax in the tub, ready to enjoy the rest of the night.
Who: Eli and @hartofbel
When: Fall Scene Week
Where: Bel’s suite
What: Sensory deprivation with blindfold and headphones, bondage, sensory play: staying still and quiet when faced with different tactile sensations
Classes Covered: Eli: Bondage, sensory play, Bel: sensory play
Bel’s scene with Eli was another one she was really looking forward to. Probably one of the ones she was looking forward to the most. She always enjoyed talking to him and she found that the connection they had as friends only made her want to share this part of herself with him and she hoped he felt the same. For this scene, she splurged a bit using the money her parents got her for her birthday and bought a wide array of new rope, a bundle in every color of the rainbow. She also compiled a list of sensory things she would use on him, while blindfolded of course. Once he was in her living room and kneeling, with his limits and safeword already recited, she pulled at one of the bundles of rope and pointed to the chair she’d previously pulled from the kitchen. “Can you stand, strip down to as little as you’re comfortable with and sit in the chair, please?”
Eli was a crazy mix of excitement and trepidation but the excitement was definitely far more prominent than the worry. He liked Bel a lot, counted her as one of his really good friends and so the trust he had in her was implicite. The worry, of course, was simply ever present, but he was going to do his best to push past it for both their sakes. “Yes, Miss.” he replied with a nod and a smile. Standing, he pulled his shirt off over his head and stripped down to his boxer briefs, making sure to fold everything nicely before sitting himself in the chair. Eli’s heel tapped a quick rhythm against the floor but his excited expression countered the impression of only anxiety causing the little tic, “I’m… really excited, miss! A little nervous but super excited??” Why he phrased it as a question was beyond him but he chuckled quietly and sat back, hands fiddling with themselves, not entirely sure what to do with them at that point in time.
Eli contained a lot of energy, much like herself, and it was something that was highly contagious for her. She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her features at his admission to being excited and she nodded her agreement and it was surprising really that she didn’t bounce right into space with the level of excitement that traveled through her entire body. “That’s exactly how I’m feeling, a little nervous but also super excited and I can’t wait to get started. I want to be a really good Domme for you cause you deserve it.” As he sat down, she placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m going to touch you a bunch right now just so you can get used to the feeling of my hands on your body, is that okay?” She asked before dropping the bundle of rope onto the table. This was definitely an important step to him getting comfortable with her.
Eli giggled when Bel admitted to feeling the same and his face was starting to hurt a little he was smiling so much. His heart warmed when she said she wanted to be a good domme for him and he let out a breath, “Oh, Miss, you already are a really good Domme!” he meant it honestly and nodded at the heads up for her touching him, “See? You’re letting me know stuff in advance.. Making sure I’m okay with it… you’re an amazing domme already, Miss, right from the start, and yeah, for sure, it’s totally okay… I’m a little ticklish sometimes, ha… sorry in advance!”
Bel couldn’t help but flush at the compliment. Being a Dominant wasn’t something she was ever super confident about but she felt as though she was getting better and much like when she’s in a submissive state of mind, praise always did wonders for her. “Thank you, Eli. That means a lot coming from you. I really hope I can continue that as the scene progresses.” The smile that was a result of his praise remained and with his permission, she proceeded to get him acquainted to the feel of her hands. She warmed them up by rubbing them together then proceeded to press them against his body in various spots. His shoulders, torso, back, and even his legs. She caught a few ticklish spots, giggling as she did so but also apologizing and making a note of them so she could avoid them during the rest of the scene. “I think I’m going to tie you up now, are you ready? If you are go ahead and clasp your hands together behind your back and press each leg against the legs of the chair.”
Bel’s whole entire being lit up when she smiled and it made Eli even more happy just to be around her when she did it. He was grateful she warmed her hands and he nibbled his bottom lip as she touched him, trying to to giggle and squirm too much. There were a couple places he couldn’t help himself though and he laughed out his apology though there was no anger in Bel’s demeanour at all. Taking in a deep breath, Eli nodded, “Like this?” he interlaced his fingers behind his back and pushed against the inside face of each of the chair legs while he looked at her to make sure he was positioned the way she needed him.
Bel took a step back and picked up the rope she’d dropped previously, it was a bright blue, one that reminded her of Eli the instant she laid eyes on it. “Yes, that’s exactly how I want you to be. Good boy.” She moved back behind him, unraveling the rope as she did so. “Now hold it while I tie your hands together. Then I’m going to tie each of your legs to the legs of the chair by your ankles. It’ll be tight enough to keep you from moving, but not too tight that it will cut off circulation.” She’d been practicing like crazy on herself before this scene, so she was more than confident in her words. Once his hands were tied together, she moved in front of him, kneeling down so she could tie his legs as well. Stepping back, she looked over her knots and smiled her approval. “Try and get out of them now, how does that feel?”
“Okay, I will…” Eli promised and he did the best he could as Bel tied him up. He bit at his bottom lip again to keep from fidgeting too much and watched with fascination as she tied up his legs. The blue looked neat against his skin and he was distracted for a moment before Bel spoke and he turned his attention up to her, “Oh! Uhm….” he wiggled as much as he could but her knots were true and there was no escape. The familiar uptick in heart rate at the feeling of being trapped - in a good way - made him blush as he grinned, “Perfect, I... “ he checked again and nodded, “Yeah, definitely can’t get out, Miss, and nothing’s pinching or feels cut off or anything like that!” his tone was filled with pride at her handywork and his smile widened, “The rope is so silky feeling..”
Bel smiled watched as he wiggled within the ropes. “Okay, good. And right? I got this rope especially for you and I wanted to make sure it was soft and not scratchy. The blue looks super awesome on you by the way.” Now that he was secure, it was time to take away some of his senses. “Okay, so I’m going to blindfold you and put some headphones that are going to be playing music. Would that be okay?”
Eli blushed when she revealed the rope had been special for him, he was grateful for it though, he’d seen some rope that was terribly scratchy twine, apparently some people liked being uncomfortable, who was he to judge? “Yes, Miss, uhm.. Before the headphones though, can we go over it again, please?” his smile was apologetic, “Sorry, I just wanna make sure I don’t mess up for you.” It definitely wasn’t about his trust in Bel but about his trust in himself which fluctuated and seemed to be a bit low in the moment.
Bel noticed the small blush that scattered over his face and it earned him yet another smile. She couldn’t remember the last time she smiled so much during a scene she wasn’t subbing in and she appreciated it, though she wasn’t surprised that Eli would be the one to get that reaction from her. Nodding at his request, she moved closer and placed one hand on his shoulder while the other moved through his hair, the goal still being getting him as used to her touch as possible. “I def don’t think you’re gonna mess it up. We’re gonna have lots of fun with this one. I have a lot items like ice, some items I will put in warm water, a feather, and a pinwheel. I’m going to either place or drag these items against your skin with no warning at different rates and your job is to remain completely quiet and still as I do so. It’s a test of your control. Does that sound like something that would be okay for you?”
Eli’s eyes fluttered as she touched him again, leaning a bit into her hand in his hair as he listened. With a little nod he licked his lips and smiled, “Definitely something that’s okay…” he confirmed, “What, uhm…” he wasn’t sure how to ask the next question and he looked away as if the answer would be on the wall to his left. It wasn’t, unfortunately, and he looked back with a little breath, “Uhm, what if I don’t? I mean, like what if it’s a really ticklish spot and I can’t help moving away or something?” Most bits he could handle, his arms, shoulders, probably his lower legs but oh man were his sides ticklish and he wasn’t sure what his body would do if there was suddenly a feather there that he had no warning of.
Bel was someone who always enjoyed physical contact so it was comforting to feel Eli lean into her touch as they discussed the details of the scene. “That’s def a fair question and while I don’t wanna set you up for failure, I also don’t wanna underestimate you. So I’m totes gonna push you, which in turn will also push me. If you do happen to move when I touch one of those spots, I’m going to tap you with this tiny crop over here. It will be super soft at first, a reminder. But each time you move it will be harder each time. Though its def not gonna be so hard that it leaves marks for more than a few minutes. I remember your limits.” Bel was quite proud of how much she thought this through, but she also hoped that it was enough to make Eli comfortable and instill his trust in her.
Progressive correction was something that Eli actually enjoyed. It usually didn’t take much to remind him so only little reminders were needed. So far anyway. He smiled and nodded, “Miss Bel?” he waited until she looked back at him and his smile widened, “That sounds really fair… thank you… I don’t usually need more than a bit anyway but it.. It’s fair, yeah, thank you!” he huffed a little laugh and nodded again, “Okay, I think I’m ready,” he took in a deep breath, straightening his back and holding it for a moment before letting it out slowly, “Let’s do this, miss.” It was definitely going to be a challenge but one that he was up for and with Bel’s help, he knew it was something that he’d be able to excel at. Working together with her, with someone who cared enough to plan this so carefully, who took the time to make sure he wasn’t jumpy with her touch before they even started… it was going to make it a cake walk.
At the sound of her name, she pulled back and gave Eli her full attention, smiling and nodding at his words of confidence. She just hoped it was put in a good place. Shaking the thoughts of uncertainty from her mind she refocused. Of course they were in a good place, she prepared very carefully and she knew Eli was going to give her his absolute best. “You’re welcome, Eli. We’re gonna rock this!” Once he signaled that he was ready, she went forward with placing the blindfold around his eyes and put the headphones on his ears that was playing a playlist of relaxing instrumental music she’d collected through her travels over the years. Once his sight and hearing was taken away, she made it a point to touch his shoulders with both hands to indicate the official start of the scene. Disappearing for only a moment, she collected all of the items she would need then started as soon as she was settled, with a piece of ice along his collar bones.
Letting his eyes close when the blindfold was put on, Eli took a breath when the headphones were added in. The music was nice. Weird but calming and he let himself focus on it as the warmth from Bel’s hands on his shoulders slowly dissipated away. The anticipation got to him almost immediately and he huffed a breath when he didn’t feel anything. He knew she hadn’t left, she wouldn’t leave him like that, but there was that little bit of fear that something had gone wrong. Distracted by said fear and anticipation, Eli startled at the feel of the ice against his skin, “Oh! Crap…” instantly he realized that he had broken both rules by moving and speaking and scrunched his nose with a little shake to his head and spoke just a little too loudly because of the music, “Sorry, Miss, I’m gonna shh…” he pulled his lips between his teeth and sighed, waiting for the crop.
One thing that Bel always saw as an advantage of submitting so much was that it was easy for her to put herself in the place of someone she was domming. She imagined herself blindfolded unable to hear and what it would feel like if ice suddenly ran across her skin. She probably would have reacted the same way and while she was understanding, she also understood that she needed to be consistent. She picked up the crop, then put one hand on his face, gently sliding her finger along his cheekbone to let him know that she was there and that it was okay. That he was okay. She tapped the crop against each one of shoulders twice on each side before trying again. This time she kept her hand on his face while she picked up another piece of ice, this time running it down his chest.
The warm hand on his cheek was grounding and helped relax Eli’s nerves. Knowing she was there, physically, rather than just intellectually, made it more real and less prone to doubt. He took in a breath and even managed a little smile at the gentle taps to his shoulders, nodding unconsciously in acknowledgement that he’d do better. This time, when the ice came, running down his chest, Eli managed to stay still. His lips parted slightly as he exhaled quietly and goosebumps broke out over skin but focused on Bel’s hand and used that as his anchor point. The thought that he could do this with her by his side came up again and he leaned just a tad into her hand, not wanting to move too much.
Bel relished in the fact that her adjustment to keep her hand on him worked. It could have been a coincidence but feeling the slight lean into her hand only solidified that notion. She moved the ice all the way down his torso then moved back up right when she touched the top of his boxers. She watched with interest as his body reacted by breaking out in goosebumps. Once she reached his neck once again, the small cube was practically melted and she thought it was the perfect opportunity to move onto something on the opposite end of the heat scale. Dropping the hand on his face down to his shoulder, Bel unwrapped a thermal blanket full of stones that had been heated prior to the scene, careful when picking it up to ensure that it wasn’t too hot. She was able to hold the stone, that was about the size of her palm, in her hand which told her it was perfectly fine, albeit a little on the warm side. Without warning she pressed the stone against one of his pecks slightly pressing it into the muscle there.
Eli kept his breathing as calm and purposeful as possible. It was made much easier by Bel’s hand and he couldn’t help but smiled, just a little at the corners of his mouth, when he succeeded in not moving while the ice cube traversed his torso. He could still feel the wet trail the ice had left when the heat touched his chest and his lips parted slightly as he tried to figure out what it was. The music was distracting him in a good way but it was annoying when he couldn’t figure it out for sure. It was smooth, whatever it was, roundish, and warm. If he had to guess, he would have said a rock but he wasn’t anywhere near sure. The heat was a nice contrast to the cold of the ice and as it dissipated, very slowly cooling as Bel kept it pressed against his skin, it was even comfortable. Weren’t there whole massages that they did with rocks or something? He’d have to google that when they were done, if he remembered.
That was two in a row that Eli succeeded in staying still for and Bel was thrilled. She said the words good boy, but when she realized that he couldn’t hear her, she took the hand from his face and traced the letters on his shoulder: g o o d b o y. She just hoped he was able to recognize what she was trying to tell him. She waited for the rock to cool off completely before removing it from his body and switching it out for the next device. The rock lay forgotten on the table and it was replaced with a metal back scratcher. She moved around him so that she was standing behind and placed her hand on the back of his neck, both to let him know that she was still there and to push his head forward. She placed the backscratcher right at the base of his neck, then dragged it down his back slowly.
It took Eli a moment to realize Bel was writing letters on his skin but Eli smiled wide when he realized it was a message, letting out a little giggle that was a tad too loud. When he felt he hand at his neck and the bit of pressure, he leaned forward and held his breath, not sure what to expect. There was a feeling of sharp-ish pokey things at the base of his neck and then they were moving down his back. Eli’s hands grabbed onto the armrests tightly as he held his breath. It felt so weird but other than the hands, he managed not to move. When he had to breathe again, he realized that it had been movement though and he wasn’t sure if it counted or not. He was disappointed with himself but he waited quietly to see what Bel’s judgement would be.
Bel was relieved when he seemed to understand the message she was writing out for him, enjoying that they were able to communicate in a way that was completely different from the norm. Even though she was behind him, she watched his body carefully as the backscratcher moved down his back. She did notice the way his hands gripped the arms of the chair and while she wanted to let it go, she knew that movement was movement and there was no getting around it. So she picked up the crop once more, making sure to keep her hand on his neck, and swatted each hand. This time making sure it was hard enough to sting. If only for just a moment. As that settled, she started tracing letters on his shoulder in the same spot where she offered him praise: l a s t o n e. Hoping that it would provide him with the right motivation to give it his absolute best. It was going to be the hardest one by far.
The swats to his hands hurt more than the first ones to his shoulders, just as Bel had promised, and Eli took in a breath, determined to do better as she started to trace letters against his shoulder again. The last one! He had to do his best now, it was the last chance to prove he could do it. All of his focus needed to be on what Bel needed from him. He gave a little nod of acknowledgement and hesitantly sat back up, unsure if that’s where she wanted him but positive she would let him know where she needed him if not. He took in one final deep breath and waited for the last test.
Bel took a deep breath as she waited for Eli to readjust his body. She wanted him to succeed and wanted to make sure she was doing all she could to ensure that he did. The final task was going to be the hardest because it was the most unpredictable. She remained where she was, standing behind the submissive, and picked up the bowl of ice that had already started to melt. Her fingers were threaded in his hair as she pushed his head forward again, then bending over slightly, she pressed her lips to the base if his neck then blew air on it bring attention to that exact spot. As soon as she pulled away, Bel touched the bowl to that same spot and tipped the bowl so that the ice water trickled down his spine.
All he needed to do was be still. Bel’s fingers were in his hair and Eli took in another slow breath, focusing on the sensations along his scalp as he tipped his head forward. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen to his neck and probably his back and he took another breath at the little kiss and puff of air. As he exhaled, the cold sensation of water ran down his back but he focused every ounce of will power he had into not moving, only allowing himself to feel the cold and the wet and not to move because of it, not even his hands tightening their grip. With his breathing and the help of Bel’s hand, he was able to stay perfectly still and accept the uncomfortable feeling.
There was no doubt in Bel’s mind that Eli was going to succeed, but that didn’t stop her chest from swelling with pride as she watched his body remain completely still while the water dripped down his body. When all of the water was gone, she brought the bowl back before the ice was able to slide out and onto his skin. As soon as she put the bowl back down, she used that hand to move up to the headphones and gently pulled them from his ears. She understood that he would need some time to readjust to the outside world, so she kept the blindfold on for the time being and leaned forward to whisper by his ear. “You did such an awesome job for me, Eli. Thank you for being such a good boy. You can relax now, we’re done.” Bel grabbed the towel from her pocket and proceeded to wipe the water from his back. “You were so so awesome. I’m so super proud of you.”
When Bel took the headphones away, Eli let out a soft breath, his muscles relaxing as he smiled. He had done it! With a little chuckle, he stayed where he was as Bel dried off his back and he didn’t even know what to say. He felt elated, so proud of being able to complete the tasks she’d set out for him, and it was all because of her help. “Thank you, miss…” he finally managed, ducking his head down a little so he could scratch a quick itch on his jaw before straightening somewhat, “I couldn’t have done that without you, your hand, that was really, uhm, what’s the word… it helped me focus, it’s hard! All the anticipation and everything, holy jeez!!” he chuckled quietly and took another deep breath.
Bel was overcome with excitement, her entire body buzzing at the successful end to their scene together. Once she was done wiping his back, she dropped the towel and moved to bend down in front of him, making quick work of unbinding him from the chair. Once his hands and legs were free, she rubbed at the joints, to provide any relief he may need from being constrained for so long. “No, oh my gosh. You’re welcome. You were amazing and I just wanted to do my absolute best for you too.” Standing up, she slowly removed the blindfold, offering him a smile while his eyes adjusted to the light. “How are you feeling?”
The little massage felt wonderful, even though there was no discomfort he was feeling. He took a breath and kept his eyes closed when Bel removed the blindfold, knowing that his eyes would need time to adjust. He could hear the smile in her voice though, knew she was pleased at what they had accomplished. Cracking his eyes open a little but then shutting them right away, Eli nodded, “I feel good, Miss,” he started and then carefully blinked his eyes open, squinting up at her slightly with a beaming smile, “I feel like… like we did something really… um, really, I don’t even know.. Really amazing!” he laughed at himself, not being able to think of a word to describe his elation.
There was a feeling of accomplishment that flooded through every part of her being and she was glad that Eli seemed to feel the same way about the scene. The ropes and blindfolded were left forgotten to be taken care of later, her full focus on the sub in front of her. “I feel like that too. And I want to reward you with all of the things. But I’m thinking maybe some food, then dessert while we watch a movie on the couch. Then lots and lots of cuddles.”
Who: Eli and @jamie-beiste
When: Fall Scene Week
Where: Jamie’s suite
What: Domestic baking lesson, cleaning, passive submission
Classes Covered: Eli: home ec Jamie: Rewards/punishments,
Jamie found that all the pressure to make points this week slipped away as he prepared for Eli to come over. This was just them… maybe on another level, but still just two brothers hanging out. He smiled thinking of the box of items he’d arranged as rewards as well as the laptop loaded with special surprises. Yes, it was a scene and yes, he hoped it would get them the points they needed, but more than that he knew this would be another experience that would bond the two together for a lifetime.
Eli wasn’t sure what to expect and he loved it. Normally, he wasn’t a fan of surprises - yay, anxiety! - but this was Jamie and he trusted Jamie more than he trusted himself. Heading over at the appointed time, Eli knocked on the door and got to his knees, frustrated that he wasn’t able to bounce out his excitement in that position. Instead, he tapped his hands against his thighs and hummed out the tune to Sweet Home Alabama which had been stuck in his head for days for some reason. When Jamie answered the door, he smiled wide, “Hi, Mr Sir!! Just me!” he was buzzing with excitement but he made sure not to get up from his knees, not just yet.
Jamie was already smiling as he opened the door. He found that he really was looking forward to this. He knew things had been pretty hard for Eli this month. Between dealing with his brother’s descent into a depressive episode that he knows frightened his brother very much and then his own attempts at exploring his sexuality only to have it splashed across the gossip blog which flared his anxiety, the boy hadn’t really had a moment to breath and be. He knew that over it all was Eli’s worry about caring for multiple people and how that triggered a lot of anxiety for him and he hoped that after the scene they’d get a chance to talk a little. He wanted nothing more in this world than for his brother to be happy. He noted that his brother remained on his knees and he was pleased and proud of all that he’d obviously learned. “You may come in Little One.” He moved into his suite, making room for Eli to come in. “And I think the first order of business is for you to give me a hug.” He opened his arms knowing no scene with his brother could start without one of his amazing hugs.
Eli didn’t need to be told twice and he nearly leapt up to get inside. He was grateful for the first order and went immediately to Jamie, wrapping his arms around him tightly and nuzzling in against his neck gently. With a huge, content sigh, Eli was happy to stay there, holding Jamie tightly. They still ran, still talked, Eli still spent the night sometimes but he still felt like he missed his brother too much. He hated feeling like Nick and Mateo were ‘taking over his job’ of looking out for Jamie but it was clear (to him at least) that the other two could probably do a better job of it at this point. He hated the feeling. Tried his best to ignore it, shove it down, not think about being useless and unneeded. He mostly succeeded, especially when he had others to think about like Simon, Noah, and Alastair but that had its own hornets nest of problems that stung him terribly. Right now, though, right now it was just Jamie and that made things easier. With another sigh, Eli loosened his grip and smiled, “Thank you, Mr Sir, you give the best hugs, did you know that?
Jamie relaxed into Eli’s hug. He thinks maybe it is because they’ve been doing this since they were in the womb… holding each other and keeping each other safe. “Me? I’m pretty certain that’s you Little One.” He chuckled and pulled him back in for one more quick hug. “How are you? Feeling ready to do a scene together?” He was actually really excited to do this. They were getting older and their lives would inevitably want bring them to different places. He’d seen far too many siblings let that pull them apart. That wasn’t going to happen to them and things like this would help them. “I wanted to start with something fairly easy. I’ve got the ingredients for those wonderful bacon cookies in the kitchen. I’d like you to make a good big batch of them. But here’s the hard part… I’d like you to teach me so that I can help you.” His goal was double fold. He wanted to spend time with his brother, which domestic scenes didn’t often allow and also give his brother a moment of empowerment where he showed his skills and taught them. Like when he was running. “How does that sound for starters?”
“So ready!” Eli confirmed as he hugged Jamie again. Anticipation was eating at him but oh when the first thing Jamie wanted to do was announced, Eli laughed with delight, “Oh my god, yes! That sounds amazing! And teaching you won’t be hard,” he stated confidently, mind already working out how to make it so that Jamie would be able to do it himself in the future if he wanted to, “I mean, we can mark the ingredients and everything, or use like… like… clothes pegs to put braille on so you know what’s baking powder and what’s baking soda.. Those are the hard ones but come on, let’s go see, Mr Sir, is that okay?” Eli was already gingerly yet insistently pulling Jamie towards the kitchen, wanting to see what they were working with, “What are we doing after the cookies? Am I allowed to ask?”
Jamie just chuckled as Eli excitedly chattered away. This was how he loved his brother best. Happy, excited, inquisitive, full of ideas, and confident. “Oh, I haven’t shown you yet.” He’d forgotten all about their clothespin system from when they were young. He’d loved that system. He let himself be drawn into the kitchen and reached up onto a shelf for the braille label maker, handing it to his brother. “I only really did the essentials… you know… coffee.” It was true that he didn’t do much cooking for himself so didn’t bother with much in terms of labelling the kitchen. “Of course you’re allowed to ask. You’ll be cleaning the kitchen and if you do a good job, which I know you will I have a couple of rewards.”
Eli took the label maker and turned it a few times, “Oh this is so cool, way better than clothespins… somehow I knew you were gonna say you had the coffee done…” The two laughed and talked their way through Eli’s special recipe, the one he now knew from heart. It was his recipe, something he had made and getting to share the secrets of it with Jamie made it even better. He knew this batch of cookies was going to be out of this world with the amount of love that had gone into them. Sliding the baking tray into the oven, Eli straightened and dusted off his hands, surveying the damage to the kitchen, “Well, 20 minutes in the oven oughta do it, Mr Sir, you said before one of my things was to clean, right?”
Cooking and baking had never really been his thing and it was one of the aspects of his occupational therapy as a child and teenager that he hadn’t ever really paid good attention to. But having Eli to teach actually made it fun and interesting. He learned more that day than he had in entire courses at the Center for the Blind back home. Soon enough the cookies were headed into the oven and that task was done. “That’s right Little One. I want you to clean this entire kitchen and make a pot of coffee. I’m going to be working on my laptop while you work. When you’re done please come and kneel beside me.” He wouldn’t normally have his brother kneel, but the truth was that Eli probably could use some Dominance even in these quiet family times as a way of easing any anxiety he was having.
“Yes, Mr Sir, it’ll be spotless before you know it.” Eli smiled and then hesitated with a little hum, “Uhmm… sir? Could I, uhm… get a hug before I start?” It was a bit of a silly question and he was pretty sure Jamie wouldn’t ever deny him a hug but it was a bit of a different dynamic now that it was a scene and not just normal. If it was just normal, he wouldn’t have asked he would have just done it. It felt right to do it, though, not weird, per say, different but not weird and Eli enjoyed that fact immensely. It seemed like it signalled that he was getting better at his submission to be able to do things that were usually normal in a scene setting and not get freaked out about them. It was so easy to follow Jamie’s lead, his brother always had that bit of a dominant streak in him, never wanting to take unnecessary help when they were younger, demanding to be treated as an equal. It made Eli’s heart glow that his brother was so confident and strong, despite of everything. It made him feel more protective somehow, which seemed backwards at the same time but what could you do?
Normally, Eli would just wrap him up in his arms when he wanted a hug, but showing how much he’d grown as a submissive. He now more easily slid into a scene, asking instead of taking, though certainly knowing all the while that the hug was his for the taking. “You absolutely may.” He opened his arms for his brother more than happy to get things started this way. His brother’s embrace was warm and complete. But that was true of just about everything he did. He let hug linger and made a point of resting his forehead against Eli’s before pulling back. “Good boy.” He reached up and cupped his brother’s cheek. “You’re doing great Little One.” He winked and moved to the living room. “Remember come kneel when you’ve finished and are ready for your surprise.” There was another email from Stanford that he had no idea how to respond to and a few other’s from friends and family back home. The sounds of Eli in the kitchen was beyond pleasant and before he knew it the sound of padding feet approached and his brother was kneeling by his feet.
The hug was everything a hug from Jamie should have been and Eli was glad he’d asked for it. It made the next part, the sort of tedious part, just that much easier. He went about cleaning the kitchen methodically, using the tips he’d learned from his home ec class to make things even more efficient than usual. He hummed quietly to himself, occasionally looking out to the living room to see Jamie and wonder what his brother was up to. Spick and span in no time flat, Eli did a final hand wash and then headed out, kneeling obediently by Jamie’s side and sighed quietly before clearing his throat. He knew Jamie would have heard him coming but it was rude to assume, “Mr Sir? I finished the kitchen….” he had no idea what the surprise was but he was so excited for it, Jamie always thought of the best things and he was sure this was going to be the best of the best.
Jamie smiled reaching out a hand and making contact first with his head and moving down to his shoulder. “I can already tell you did a great job. I could hear you. It was nice to have you here.” He closed his laptop so that could put all of his attention on his brother. He reached behind him and held out the shoe box. Inside was a pair of new running shoes and a new guide tether. There was another reward, but that was for after the next part. He hadn’t wrapped it, but hoped that the contents would make up for that. “This is a reward not just for doing such a good job cooking and cleaning, but for working so hard at learning about all the aspects of submission. I know it hasn’t always been easy and I’m proud of they way you’ve asked for help when you’ve needed it, how you faced the school wide punishment and worked to protect your fellow submissives. You were brave and respectful. You didn’t deserve that punishment, but you most definitely deserve this reward.”
Eli was confused when Jamie reached behind him and his eyes widened when he saw the box, “Oh!” as he opened it and Jamie explained the reasoning why Eli had earned the new shoes and the cool new tether, the submissive felt his throat tightening up a little, “Oh, Mr Sir…” shuffling closer, he pulled Jamie into a hug, forgetting himself in the moment and not asking permission first. There was a quiet sniffle as he pulled back and he quickly wiped at the few errant tears that had escaped and he sat back on his heels to examine the tether, “Thank you so much, Jamie, I don’t…” feel like I deserve it caught in his throat as he tried to remember what Miss Pillsbury said about allowing other to express their gratitude even if he didn’t feel it was necessary, “Thank you…” he finally repeated quietly, reaching out and squeezing his brother’s knee affectionately.
There was something so satisfying about giving presents to Eli. Part of it was just that he was always excited about life. He loved that about his brother. He wasn’t Jaded. Yes he could be so very anxious, but even in that anxiety he had a special kind of optimism about the world. He just didn’t always extend that excitement and optimism to himself. “Well you really deserve them Little One. I’m amazed at how good you’ve become as a guide. I don’t even want to think what it would be like not to have my running partner.” There was a good chance he wouldn’t be running if he was completely honest. The simple thank you was surprising because often Eli would say thank you but also some variation on how he didn’t really deserve such a nice gift or something like that. He was so happy to know he’d pleased him. It was just like their teacher had said. A well timed and well thought out reward was as pleasing to the Dom as it was to the submissive. Just as a well timed and well thought out punishment could be just as difficult for the Dom. It was interesting to see the words he’d heard in class carry through to a practical situation. “Alright Little One, we did not discuss this next part so please tell me if you don’t feel comfortable. I believe in your sub class you learn about kneeling and quiet or passive submission? I would like you to practice that by kneeling here for five minutes. During that time you are to rest your hands on your knees and focus only on being here with me. If your thoughts wander to worries or anticipations… just refocus and breath. We will only do this for five minutes but if you are uncomfortable at any time make sure to use your safeword… alright?”
“A guide is only as good as his… guidee?” Eli chuckled quietly and felt his cheeks heating up at his brother’s praise. He wasn’t above making up words, that was for sure, it got his point across he thought and that’s what mattered. Shifting his weight a little, Jamie’s next words were surprising. Something unplanned? Or, well, not discussed with him, there was a big difference there, to be sure. If it had Jamie’s hand at it, it would definitely be planned out. “Ah, okay, yeah… we actually talked about that on Wednesday! You know…” Eli continued as he shifted his position again, sitting more comfortably on his heels and giving a little sigh, “Miss Pillsbury and I talked about it too… different context though, of course, but as a sort of meditation to help with…” anxiety, fear, overwhelming feelings of uselessness… “with stuff, you know?” He took a deep breath in, “Five minutes, Mr Sir, just here with you and nothing else, refocus and breathe…” he repeated everything back for both their sakes, wanting to make sure he understood, “If I need to, I’ll use my safe word, sir, I promise….. Uhm…. are you going to time it?”
“We’re the best team.” He often thought they might work together training other guides and… guidees. He smiled at the word in his mind. He loved Eli’s funny made up words. His brow furrowed a little. “Did we? I’m sorry Little One. I forgot.” He shook his head. “Maybe it is I who needs some quiet contemplative time to organize my brain.” He laughed out loud with a happy sound. “I’m really glad you’re talking with her about those things. I know it isn’t easy.” He nodded along as Eli spoke. “Good boy… perfect.” He held up his watch. “Already got it queued up. Ready?”
For a moment, Eli was confused and then it clicked what Jamie was talking about, “Oh!! No, no, I meant we talked about it in class, not you and me, Mr Sir!” he laughed gently and tugged on his brother’s jeans gently, “Sorry, I wasn’t clear about that… but I’m pretty sure that everyone would benefit from quiet time…” he went a little quiet when Jamie said he was glad he was talking to the counselor, letting out a little ‘yeah’ under his breath. It definitely wasn’t easy but Miss Pillsbury was really kind and seemed to really know the best things to say, the things that Eli needed to hear. There was another swell of pride at the praise and he nodded with a hum, “Yes, Mr Sir, I’m ready…” as soon as he heard the beep, Eli let his eyes move to Jamie’s face and he took another slow breath and just… sat.
Jamie chuckled. “Oh goodness. No. Now that you say that, I understand what you were saying. I’m glad we’re working on something you’ve covered in class.” He nodded. “I’m finding that this experience is supporting the classroom lectures we’ve been going over in rewards and punishments.” He knew how hard it was for his brother to go to see anyone like a therapist. The anxiety was hard enough, but to have to talk about it must be even more difficult. He was proud of Eli for doing it even though he didn’t like it. Once the watch beeped, Jamie worked to calm his own mind. He would need to be present for the submissive in his care. He’d never considered it before but having a submissive kneel for you was equally centering for a Dominant. He let all thoughts of points and scenes and claims and rules slip slide away and thought about nothing more than the trust that was being put in him by Elijah. His breath was slow and steady and by the fourth minute wasn’t even thinking about the fact that this was a scene and that there was a time limit. He was glad that he had set the alarm to be just a quiet chime. He breathed in and out one last time and then reached to turn off the alarm. “Give me your hands Little One.”
The first minute was the hardest. Eli’s mind kept wandering to all the scenes he needed to do, his classes, wondering if he was forgetting or missing anyone else’s birthday because he didn’t pay attention to the notices that the school put out. Every time he had a wandering thought, though, he took a deep breath and pulled his attention back to Jamie. God, he was so glad Jamie was there. It hurt his heart to think that he had almost lost him before. They were there together, learning, growing, bettering themselves separately and together and Eli couldn’t imagine it any other way. The last four minutes seemed to pass more quickly and it got easier for Eli to keep himself centred on the two of them for the time. He wasn’t perfect but it wasn’t meant to be like that. The gentle chime drew his attention and he blinked quickly, feeling a bit odd as he reached out for his brother’s hands, murmuring a quiet ‘Mr Sir’ under his breath as all sorts of emotions flooded up out of the depths, unbidden.
With Eli’s hands in his, Jamie pulled him up gently to sit beside him. He rubbed his arms. “How do your legs feel?” His voice was barely above a whisper. He knew from personal experience that these types of meditative moments could be pretty intense. Pulling his triplet into his arms, Jamie rubbed his back and smiled. He was so glad that he had his brother here with him. It felt like they were on a path together, growing together. They’d come into this life together and no one else understood everything they’d been through. “I love you, Little One. You did so well. So good.”
“F-fine…” Eli replied as he moved up onto Jamie’s lap and wrapped his arms tightly around his brother’s neck, burying his face into his arms. He didn’t understand why that had been so… overwhelming at the end. At the end? Through it all? Maybe it was all the way through and he just didn’t get it until the very end. Maybe it’s because he had been so present with his brother and realized just how much he loved him, how much he would lose if… he didn’t want to finish the thought so he just held Jamie tighter and nodded with a little sniff, doing his best not to cry, “Th-thank you, Mr Sir…” he breathed out quietly with a heavy breath.
“Hey… hey… it’s okay.” He could hear the tightness in his brother’s voice, a sure sign that he was holding something in. It was the way he sounded when he watched a sad movie and didn’t want to cry. “Don’t hold back. It’s just me. I’ve got you. I know how hard it is to just… feel your feelings, but I promise you I’m never going to let you go.” It was metaphorical, but he hoped Eli understood what he meant. “I love you Little One. My heart.”
Eli didn’t know why he was so emotional but it almost didn’t matter. Like his brother said, he was feeling things that needed to be felt and holding it back wasn’t going to help anything at all. All it took was Jamie to say he loved him and the tears started up and Eli shifted in his brother’s lap, trying to somehow get closer than he already was. It wasn’t a long cry, relatively speaking, whatever it was had a short life-span when Jamie was there with him, holding him, supporting him, keeping space for him to be as he was without judgement. How powerful a thing to experience, so much love that nothing else mattered. Pulling away just slightly, Eli rubbed at his face and sniffled quietly, mumbling about how he didn’t know why he was crying or what it was about and apologizing to Jamie with a couple of hiccups and stuttering breaths
It didn’t take a very long time though Jamie was prepared to be there for however long Eli needed him. He remembered many long nights his brother had been with him after… after. Everything had changed back then when he’d opened himself up to Eli. He’d still had things to deal with, but being accepted so wholly and completely had been one of the most powerful things he’d experienced. He held his brother and rubbed soothing circles on his back. When Eli pulled back, Jamie slid his hand up his shoulder to his cheek. He wiped away his tears with his thumb. “It’s okay. You don’t have to know just now. No sorrys. You’re a good boy. You’ve worked very hard for me today and I’m so proud of you.”
Leaning into Jamie’s hand, Eli sighed heavily and smiled, knowing his brother would be able to feel the change in his face easily. “Th-thank you, sir…” it was then that he smelled the familiar scent of the cookies and he perked up even more despite himself, “They’re probably almost ready, Mr Sir,” he whispered, not sure why it needed to be secret. Another quick wipe at his face and he sighed, “May I go check on them? So they don’t burn?”
Jamie knew that while they were on a path… the path was long and they’d just started. Eli had just started. And his brother saw so many directions he could go and it was frightening. Too many choices made things anxious for his triplet. But he was proud of every step Eli took. “Of course, Little One.” He let Eli get up and go, following after. “I have another reward for you and then maybe we call this scene done? Sometimes small things are a lot bigger than they seem.”
There was a lot of pressure to make a decision quickly. Pressure from society and the system itself but also pressure from others and himself. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, didn’t want to play with anyone’s emotions but opening up and trusting was not an easy thing. He was pretty sure he’d already hurt Simon badly and he didn’t know how to fix it, didn’t even know if he had or if he was just reading into their sudden radio silence. Right now, though, there are cookies to worry about and he heads to the kitchen, grabbing an oven mitt and peering in, making sure they looked done before opening the oven and pulling out the two sheets. The aroma of the cookies filled the air and he took a deep breath, “Oh man, they smell good…” the sweetness of the maple syrup mixed so wonderfully with the scent of the bacon and Eli couldn’t wait to try them out. “Another reward, Mr Sir?” he wasn’t sure what this one would be for and as he scooped the cookies onto a cooling rack.
“Oh my goodness that smells amazing. I think they get better each time.” He wasn’t just flattering his brother. When he’d first told him about his recipe he’d been dubious, but now he really loved them. “You could sell these and make a fortune!” He chuckled, stopping at the table to drop of a bag he’d carried in. “How about some coffee and cookies?” He sat down and waited for Eli to join him. He slid the bag across to him and picked up his mug. Eli made great coffee. He hoped that his brother would understand the reason behind the reward. “It’s a gift I suppose, but the reward is actually for me.” Inside the bag was a photo album. It had some pictures his mother had sent to him and Nick had helped him put in from their childhood. But most of it was empty. “Lots of room to add pictures from your life. Fill this book with love and laughter. That will be the best reward I could ever ask for.”
“Sell them…” Eli chuckled, thinking it a funny idea, he had no idea how to sell cookies but it was a great compliment that Jamie thought they were worth it, “I dunno about selling them, Mr Sir, but I’ll definitely eat them with some coffee!” He quickly gathered a plateful of cookies and set it next to the two cups of coffee and proceeded to start spooning sugar into his cup. He added four to start and was stirring it up when he reached into the bag, abandoning the coffee for a moment to focus on the present. When he pulled out the album, his eyes went wide, “Ohh!” immediately he flipped it open to look at what was in there and he couldn’t stop smiling at all the photos, the memories, the love in the pages of the album itself. Eli couldn’t even speak, the album dropped to the table and he was at Jamie’s side, in his lap, arms around him in a flash, hugging him tightly, “Mr Sir it’s perfect.” there was a little wobble in his voice but it was a happy one.
Who: Nelson and @lennonelyse
When: Fall Scene Week, Sat Oct 20th
Where: Nelson’s suite
What: Doll play (dress up), Victorian-era roleplay with promenade in courtyard
Classes Covered: Nelson: non-sexual scenes
Lennon was actually really looking forward to her scene with Nelson. The pictures and his explanation were incredible. Plus, she got to dress in traditional Victorian garb and literally become another person for an hour with him in the courtyard. Her acting skills getting to take the front seat again. Lennon made her way to Nelson's room, kneeling in front of his door before she knocked. She was smiling, an actual genuine smile, as she awaited their scene. Sure, there was a hint of her that was nervous that she would somehow fail at this considering her presentation grade, but she was trying hard to push past that as this was new.
Nelson was really looking forward to the scene with Lennon. Low-key, non-sexual, dressing up in Victorian era costumes... he couldn't think of a downside, really. He was already dressed in his outfit, sans his waistcoat, jacket, and ascot and he had the suspenders hanging down when the knock came and he opened the door, smiling when he saw Lennon kneeling for him. The smile dropped into something filled with awe when he saw her hair, "Oh my god, Lennon!" he immediately reached out and pulled her up, turning her so he could see what she'd done. He'd completely forgotten about hair and had a hat all ready to go with some elastics that he assumed would be enough to make some sort of bun or something but this? This was above and beyond and he was absolutely beaming, "It's perfect! God, how long did that take you to do??" Gently, he moved into the room where the dress was laid out on the couch, "It's going to look so amazing with the dress, don't you think?"
Lennon bit her lip and smiled at just how excited Nelson was about her hair. It was elaborate, yes, but it was something she'd done a few times before in past shows and in her make up and costuming classes. "Thank you, sir. It really didn't take me all that long, about an hour?" She smiled, taking his hand and letting him escort her to the couch. "It absolutely will! Oh, this dress is completely period, sir! Where did you get it? I can't believe you've found one so beautiful." She added, touching the fabric gently.
Nelson chuckled quietly and shrugged, "It was in the costume room here on campus, we really lucked out... these are mine," he said, gesturing to his own clothing, "But I don't normally carry around ladies dresses." he added with a wink, still completely enamoured with Lennon's hair. It was the perfect touch and it was going to make it all the more believable. "Uh, oh! Okay, so here's what you can change into," he said, grabbing the underthings and handing them over, "Bedroom's just there and when you come out the scene will start, okay? Can you remind me your safewords and if you have any questions about this?"
Lennon looked Nelson over, turning a light shade of pink when she realized he was also dressed up and she'd been so focused on the dress she'd be wearing that she'd hardly noticed. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, sir! You look absolutely stunning. Honestly, I feel like we're in Victorian Era England...or on the set of Downton Abbey" She added the last bit with a chuckle. "Oh, yes! I use the stoplight system and honestly, no, I don't think so. I'm just really excited to get into character. And a tad nervous, but I feel like that's to be expected, don't you agree?" She asked, picking up the dress with delicate fingers before turning to the bedroom.
Nelson laughed fully at that and nodded towards the waistcoat and rest of the outfit, "Thanks, I ain't even fully dressed yet... okay, stoplight system, check. Nervous, check, completely natural to be nervous, I think, but I've heard nothing but good things about your acting Lennon, and if you're not sure about anything, don't feel bad about breaking character with a 'yellow' and asking, okay?" He was confused for a moment when she picked up the dress before he realized she might think he meant to get fully dressed herself, "Ah, leave the dress, sorry. I didn't explain that well," He picked up the knee-length drawers and chemise and held them out, "This is what you change into, once you're done, you'll come out and I'll get you into the corset, crinoline cage, petticoat, and then the dress. We'll go over etiquette while we're getting you ready to go. Does that make sense?"
Lennon nodded, feeling a little more at ease. "Thank you, sir. That makes me feel better. Yellow means I need an explanation. I like that." She nodded, turning before she froze, looking back over at the boy with wide eyes as she bit her lip. "You know...you'd think I'd never worn anything like this before...I know I need the corset and petticoat. I know I need the hoop. But instead...my mind goes completely toward the dress. I'm so sorry, sir." She shook her head, tensing a little, feeling embarrassed.
Nelson could see her embarrassment and he smiled, waving it off easily, "Let's be fair, it's a gorgeous dress, who wants to talk wood skirt hoops when there's something as beautiful as this here?" The dress really was stunning and it was going to look killer on Lennon, he just knew it, "Go on," he teased, placing his hand on her elbow to gently guide her towards the room, "Sooner you get the boring stuff on, sooner we can get the fun stuff on... oh.... uh, fuck." Nelson stopped and let out a breath, frustrated he kept forgetting things knowing it would make it harder on Lennon, "Okay, you know what?" he turned and did a scan of the room, looking for his notebook. Grabbing it from the table, he flipped to the page and came back over to Lennon, "Let's go over it once more because I forgot about the doll thing... so... you get changed, yes? You come out and scene starts but you're gonna be just.. a doll, so no talking unless I ask you a direct question like about comfort or you need to safeword, no real movements on your own. I'll get you dressed so you'll have to hold certain positions and stuff, right? Like if I put your arm like this," he gently took her arm and raised it up, "Hold it there so I can get the jacket on, okay? Once you're dressed and we're ready to go, then the Victorian Lady character can come out and we'll go for our walk outside. Then we come back after about an hour or so and we'll debrief which will also act as aftercare. Is that..." a quick once over again and he nodded, "Makes sense to me, good for you? I should have gone through this again sooner, Lennon, I'm sorry." God, he was a shit dom.
Lennon nodded, chuckling lightly. She was relieved Nelson was so understanding about her shortcomings and willing to help her as she got back on her feet. She was about to move to the bedroom when she was stopped again, brown eyes wide as he began to talk and reiterate what they'd talked about prior to today. "Oh, I'm so sorry, sir. It sort of slipped my mind as well. Um, yes, yes! That all sounds good to me." She nodded as he demonstrated what he was going to do, holding he arm up as she was instructed to do so. "Alright, I'm going to get changed and I'll be back and in character." She nodded, smiling at him, a little bit of a bounce to her step as she made her way to the bedroom.
Nelson: "Okay, great, thanks Lennon!" Nelson watched her go and then turned his back and let out a huff of a breath as he looked up at the ceiling. He needed to get his shit together but he wasn't sure why it wasn't together in the first place. This wasn't a difficult scene, Lennon was amazing and cooperative and keen, what else could you want in a submissive? Maybe it was just the fact that he was domming in the first place but if it was /that/ then he needed to get over it right quick. He moved to distract himself, readying the clothing as he waited for Lennon to come out.
Lennon hurried herself as much as she could, stripping the clothes off that she'd worn over and donning the peddicoat and corset first, pulling it as tight as she could. She'd have to have him tighten it more once she was ready. Once she was certain everything was on properly she walked out to the living room, stoic expression on her face as she began to get into character. She stood in front of him, looking directly through him as the scene started.
Nelson: Turning when she came out, Nelson smiled, she already looked the part, it was perfect and the way that she kept her gaze unfocused? Brilliant. "Well done, Lennon," he said as he walked around her, checking to make everything was done up correctly. The corset was too loose so that's where he started and he made sure to narrate everything he did so she would know, "I'm going to move your hair out of the way," he said, gently laying it over her shoulder so he could get at the laces easily, "And I'm going to tighten this..." he started to undo it, speaking as he went, "When we go out for our walk today, Lennon, we're going to be using proper Victorian manners for everyone we may encounter. The level of society we move in has impeccable manners, a lady would never raise her voice, nor even laugh loudly, she would be.. demure," he pulled the corset tight on the word 'demure', wiggling it and making sure it was tight, "You're permitted a yes or no answer, is that too tight?"
Lennon melted into the praise, breathing steadily in and out as she kept up her end, being the doll she was supposed to be. Unmoving, quiet. She listened to Nelson tell her exactly what he was doing, when he was doing that. She was thankful for that internally, as she was so focused on her part that she needed to know when he would pull and prod at her to avoid toppling over or breaking her character already. Once he was finished and he instructed her for a yes or no answer on whether or not the corset was too tight she simple stated, in a monotone, almost whisper. "No". Her mind was quickly becoming that of proper Victorian woman, her subspace taking precedence now over everything else.
Nelson worked methodically, getting Lennon geared up for battle. She was perfect, moving how he moved her, holding herself just right, using him for balance when instructed to. Before long, she was fully dressed, the dress fitting her form perfectly and all that was left to do was set her hair back the way it had been cascading down her back. Standing in front of her, Nelson smiled, "You look gorgeous the last piece of the puzzle, Lennon, is your name. Lennon's not Victorian," he winked as he pulled up his suspenders, "However your middle name, Elyse, now that?" He grabbed his waistcoat and pulled it on, "That's a wonderfully Victorian name so today, whilst we're out on our promenade, I'll be addressing you as and introducing you as Miss Elyse and you will address me as Mr. Duval or 'sir' whichever feels more appropriate to you." a quick tie of his ascot and all that was left were his jacket and gloves and he quickly donned those before coming back to stand in front of his living doll, "Now, Miss Elyse, will you do me the great honour of accompanying me on a stroll this fine after noon?" he paired his request with a little bow to his head and a charming smile.
Lennon listened to everything Nelson was saying, keeping it close to her as he readied himself and adjusted everything. Once he was finished and she knew he was addressing her, the scene was starting and she was no longer his living doll but Miss Elyse, a very affluent member of Victorian England, her eyes met his gauze, a small smile playing at her lips. "Oh, Mr. Duval, how kind of you. I would be ever so honored." She spoke softly, her eyes lidding as she curtseyed, standing up straight and waiting, as a lady should, for Mr. Duval to lend her his arm.
Nelson smiled wide when Lennon looked at him and he didn't hesitate offering her his arm, "Perhaps we shall say the honour will rest with those privileged enough to meet with us, hm?" he teased with a little glint of mischief in his eyes, "Come, Miss Elyse, we will endure the newfangled el-eh-vay-toire and then out into the wilds." He wished there was a doorman but, thankfully, another student was coming in the building at the same time they were exiting and Nelson took full advantage, "I thank you kind sir," he said with a bow to his head, grinning at the confusion on the other's face as he made sure Lennon's dress didn't get caught up in the door, "Miss Elyse, I must ask you, I fancy a stroll that way, towards the out buildings, if it pleases you, the air is quite warm today, thankfully."
Lennon smiled with her eyes, keeping her gaze just a tad below Nelson's eyes. A lady never looks fully into a man's eyes after all, he might get the wrong idea. She chuckled at his comment, a hand coming up to lightly touch her lips, eyes falling to the floor. Lennon gratefully took his hand, walking alongside him as they made their way down toward the doors, taking a deep breath in as she caught sight of a confused face holding the door for them. She would not break character, no, this was something she was born to do. "Oh, Mr. Duval, I would like that very much." She smiled, her eyes turning toward the trees, taking in the changing colors. "Autumn is such a lovely time of year, don't you think, Mr. Duval. If I ever did have to choose, I must say, I would choose Autumn as my most favorite of the seasons." Her voice sweet like a bird but quiet, only loud enough for Nelson to hear as they walked together down the path of the school.
Nelson: Lennon was playing the part perfectly, all manners and grace and it made Nelson's heart sing. He was so glad he'd asked her, he had initially thought to ask another male but decided he didn't want to deal with that, he knew he'd get hard and it would cause him to break character and he didn't want that, he wanted an extended roll play and with Lennon, acting so beautifully, he was getting exactly that, "Autumn, hm?" he surveyed the trees a moment and then looked to her as they slowly strolled along at a leisurely pace, "The colours do suit you very well, Miss Elyse, but I dare say I had thought that Spring would have been your particular favourite. What is it about Autumn that strikes you so?"
Lennon felt herself glide along the pavement along with Nelson, loving this part she got to play and feeling like maybe she was playing it well. She felt as though she was anyway. "Mm, why thank you, Mr. Duval. You're too kind." She breathed, smiling down at her feet, then at the trees, anywhere to not make eye contact with the boy beside her. "Oh, it's most certainly the colors. And, have you ever curled up in front of a hearth on a cool Autumn eve with a wonderful book? It's practically heaven." She beamed, looking around at the changing leaves.
Nelson: "I dare say I have indeed done such a thing," Nelson smiled, "Tell me, Miss Elyse, what sort of book are young ladies reading these days? These novels that have started to become the fashion, do you find those appealing?" He had just finished his question when a fellow switch who was in his 101 class came up, looking between the two of them, not quite sure what to make of their get ups. "Uh, hey Nelson, d'you remember what chapter we were supposed to read? 10 or 11?" Nelson smiled, "Robert, my dear friend, I don't believe you've had the pleasure of Miss Elyse's acquaintance. Miss Elyse, this is Mr Robert Smith, a fellow student in the same switch 101 class, Mr. Smith, this is Miss Elyse Corcoran, a submissive here at our lovely Lima Heights campus, she's being ever so generous with her time and allowing me the pleasure of her company on a walk." "Uh.... okay, hi Miss.. Elyse?" the boy stammered, really just wanting to know which chapter so he could leave them to it.
Lennon rubbed her lips together, a pale pink blush flushing at her cheeks. “Oh, Mr. Duval. Would you think me too foreword thinking if I said I do enjoy the works of Charlotte Bronte?” Her honey brown eyes not meeting his fully as she made a point to look directly at a button on his coat. Lennon kept her gaze on the button as she heard a voice talk to Nelson, someone outside of the scene they were in. She would keep character, she would remain silent until spoken to. “Mm, good afternoon, sir.” She started, taking hold of her dress and curtsying ever so slightly, her eyes taken from the button to the soles of the other boys shoes. She wouldn’t say anymore, a demure lady didn’t Drabble on.
Nelson laughed and shook his head, "No, Miss Elyse, I would not think you /too/ forward thinking at all. Young ladies these days are so accomplished, singing, art, languages, its a wonder you have time for me at all, my dear!" Nelson kept a loose hold on Lennon's arm and smiled at Robert, "I do believe we need to be on our way, sir, but with regards to your question, I believe you'll find chapter 10 is the answer you were seeking." "Right... bye..." Robert turned and walked away, shaking his head, and Nelson chuckled as he started out again, "Dear Robert seemed a bit out of sorts, I do hope everything is okay with him." he mused quietly with a hint of humour in his tone.
Lennon smiled, her head turning away from Nelson for only a moment. “Well, thank you. Mr Duval. I do enjoy singing and art as well, but I dare say, not as much as diving into the beautiful worlds of a good book.” She continued, her gaze turning back Robert now, but only the soles of his shoes, listening to the conversation Nelson and him were having. She bit the inside of her lip as not to laugh and break character at his demeanor as his attention was brought back to her. “I’m sure he’s quite all right.” She looked up at the boy, honey brown eyes glinting with humor before her gaze changed again to the trees.
Nelson: The briefest flash of eye contact and Nelson could tell that Lennon was enjoying things so far. He was relieved because he was having an absolute ball of a time with her. The walk continued uninterrupted, conversation between them flowing nicely with appropriate topics and before long, they were coming back around to the switch building, "The air has taken a bit of a cooler turn, Miss Elyse, I believe we should retire for the afternoon for your comfort."
Lennon continued on with their charade, finding herself having a blast with Nelson and the scene he’d dreamt up. This was something she could do, something she was good at. “I do believe you’re right in your thinking, Mr. Duval. Although, if I may say, I have enjoyed myself thoroughly.” Her hand steady on Nelson’s arm as they walked back to his room, a smile on her face the entire time.
Nelson: "Everso glad to hear that, Miss Elyse, I enjoyed our time together immensely and would be honoured to repeat our walk at a later date, if it pleases you." Nelson exited the elevator first and opened the door for Lennon, giving a little bow as she passed him into his suite. It felt almost anticlimactic but when he shut the door, Nelson turned and smiled wide at the submissive. "Aaaaand /scene/!" he laughed as he pushed off the door and held out his hands towards her, "Lennon, that was amazing!" he couldn't have stopped smiling if he'd wanted to.
Lennon walked with the boy toward the elevator, a small smile on her lips as she listened to him speak. “I do believe that could be arranged, Mr. Duval.” Her head turning to the side only slightly as she caught his eye for a brief moment. They exited the elevator and she bowed her head in thanks as he opened the door to his sweet. Once he’d said those magic words she let out a breath, laughing and closing the gap between them. “Oh my goodness! That’s was so much fun, Sir!” She beamed
Nelson laughed and couldn't help himself he was so overcome with Lennon's excitement he grabbed her around the waist and twirled her. The dress swung out beautifully and he set her down gently, "So much fun, oh man! You did so well, Lennon! You didn't break character, your manners were... fuck, they were amazing, you were just perfect! Okay, okay, before I forget though, that corset's gotta be uncomfortable? Let's get you out of this and into something more comfortable, okay?"
Lennon giggled and squeaked as she was pulled into a hug and twirled around, the fabric of the dress dancing around them. “I’ve almost never broken character in my entire career, sir. I wasn’t about to do it now!” She giggled, allowing herself to take stock in how the clothes actually felt on her body, noticing right away the poking of the wire in the corset. “Op..yep, there it is. It is rather uncomfortable now that I’m thinking about it.” She agreed, turning around so that Nelson could help her out of the dress and underclothes.
Nelson didn't waste any time helping Lennon out of the dress, making sure to take care of the hoop and petticoat and quickly undoing the corset for her. "There we go.... okay, go and get changed into your stuff and then come back out and we'll talk and, Lennon?" he waited until she looked at him before smiling, "Really well done."
Lennon let Nelson help her out of all the underclothes, breathing deeply as the corset was loosened. She started out toward his room before she stopped, honey brown eyes connecting with Nelson’s. “Oh” her face turning a little red. “Thank you, sir.” She bit her lip, turning back around and exiting his presence to change. She changed quickly, thankful for her clothes even though she loved the costume and then walked back into the living room.
Nelson busied himself making sure the dress was taken care of before getting out of his jacket and waistcoat. Letting his suspenders hang, he left the ascot on though he did undo it and was just grabbing his book when Lennon came back out. He smiled and stood and gestured to the couch, "Have a seat... how you feeling? Ribs okay? I had to wear a corset once helping a classmate out with a photoshoot... I wanted to die." he stated with an overwrought expression.
Lennon rubbed at her ribs a little as she walked into the room, giving him a little wince. “They’re a little sore, sir, but they’ll be fine. It’s all for the character, right?” She smiled, sitting down beside the boy. “You wore one? I do enjoy them, I just don’t think I couldn’t wear them all day like those Victorian woman.” She shook her head with a chuckle.
Nelson walked over and hit the Start button on the microwave that was set for one minute. Inside he had a bean bag that you could heat up or cool down as needed for soothing comfort. As he waited for it to finish, he laughed, "Yeah, I wore one, remind me and I'll show you the pictures if I ever find 'em." He hummed quietly at her assessment and nodded, "True but it was something they were used to, right? They didn't just start wearing them, they worked up to it, like most women do with bras these days. You go to a Masai woman and ask her to wear a bra for a day and she'll say the same thing you did, I wager..." the microwave beeped and Nelson brought over the bag, holding it out to her, "Here you go, trust me, I had the bean bag on steady for like three days..."
Lennon smiled, biting at her lower lip. “Oh, goodness. You’ll have to get them out sometime, sir. I’d love to see them!” She watched him walk over to the microwave as he spoke, cocking her head to the side. “Oh, believe me. I’d go without a bra all the time if I could, sir. I mean, I guess I could but...I don’t know...I guess I’m not that adventurous.” She giggled, taking the bean bag and placing it on her ribs, the warmth feeling nice.
Nelson chuckled, he had no idea but he could imagine with his little experience. "I'll see what I can do, I'll email him if I can't find them, I'm sure he'll be more than happy to email me copies so I can embarrass myself!" he settled on the couch with Lennon and sighed, "So how are you feeling other than the ribs, I think that went really well... not a normal sort of scene I know but, I really enjoyed it.."
Lennon giggled, picturing Nelson in a corset. She really couldn’t wait to see the actual pictures. “Oh, I feel good, sir. That was...seriously, that was so much fun.” She nodded in his direction, honey brown eyes finding his. And honestly, sometimes not so normal is exactly right, sir! It’s a different kind of role play, it’s nice.” She added.
Molly and Jackson: B+ (Waxplay) Clear to see the submissive was being pushed/pushing himself and appropriately speaking up about his needs without a scene. Excellent care taken by the Dominant to ensure the submissive was safe and comfortable, perhaps a bit docile for our tastes but solid.
Chandler and Axel: B (Chastity, humiliation) Clear work has been done to deny and train this submissive. Molded toys added a nice personal effect. Unclear if the sub was earning his relief or if the Dom was caving to his demands.
Ryder and Munroe: A- ( Fire play) Interesting mix of verbal and physical. Glad to see the Dom coming into his own and the submissive capable of self control and control of his tongue. Clear submissive is still learning the ropes and Dominant could use a bit more finesse.
Ainsley and Blaine: B (Focus, sensory play) “It’ll be over before you know it”- if your submissive isn’t enjoying the scene, or you perceive him not to be, is it a scene or a punishment? Fierce determination to please evident in the submissive. Good follow through on the Dominant’s part.
Noah and Lennon: C- (Exhibition) Odd but interesting concept, not sure it was executed in a way that sufficiently challenged either party involved.
Nate and Simon: B- (Bondage, impact, wax play) Interesting approach to a long term Dom, new submissive pairing. Submissive has a long way to go and needs practice. Dominant showed patience, but seemed to give up some control and poise.
Frankie and Clark: B- (Impact) Would like to see standards for expected behavior set and clear reward/punishment. Submissive endured and trusted well. Dominant clearly an expert with pain.
Wilder and Nick:B (Endurance) Redemption is a beautiful thing and the over all lesson here was a valuable one. Dominant needs to check in with submissive and be clear on rules before beginning. Submissive did well perceiving through a difficult task.
