Chapter 9

Dolly slippedthrough the back door of the room where the BDSM 101 class was to be held. She was thirty minutes late and hoped the teacher would not take her to task since her excuse was a lame one. Despite being exhausted, she had not fallen asleep until nearly dawn and then slept through her alarm.

She froze when she saw there was no teacher in the room to scold her. There were also no other students in the room. There was only a note written on the blackboard that read Class cancelled for today.

The excitement that had filled her tummy as she raced from her room to the classroom shriveled like an overripe grape in the sun.

"Well, shit," she muttered as she turned to leave the room. "How am I supposed to learn the basics of BDSM if there's no class to teach me?"

Deciding she needed breakfast before working on a new plan for the day, Dolly made her way to the lobby. There was no one at the front desk to ask about when the class would be rescheduled, so she headed to the cafeteria for breakfast. Maybe someone there would know the answer.

"Good morning, pet," a deep voice said in her ear as she grabbed a tray.

She jumped in surprise and whirled to face the man who had kept her awake thinking of him all night. "Oh, good morning."

"You all right?" Quincy appeared concerned after looking her up and down.

She shrugged, not quite sure how to answer the question so she avoided stating she'd overslept and went with her class disappointment. "I wanted to take a class this morning, except it was cancelled. Now I'm not sure what to do."

"Which class?"

"BDSM 101."

Quincy looked thoughtful for a moment, before he said, "I can teach you whatever you want to know."

"You?"

He nodded with a smile she could not define. "I've been a practicing Dominant since I was nineteen and discovered BDSM. I have experience in most areas of the kinky lifestyle and have taught and mentored others in the past. It shouldn't be too difficult to introduce a newbie to the basics. That is, if you'd like me to teach you?"

His deep green eyes trapped her gaze and she fought the urge to drop to her knees and beg for more than just beginning kink lessons. Her nipples began to ache for his touch and her pussy grew hot and wet with her need. But the middle of the cafeteria with a crowd of people around, most of whom were Littles, was not the place to initiate sex.

Swallowing hard, she nodded. "I think I'd like that, Sir."

"Good girl. After breakfast, we'll find Derek and get his approval."

"Did someone say my name?" Derek stopped by their table with a big white coffee mug in his hand. Sadie was nowhere in sight.

"We were just discussing the possibility of me teaching Dolly the basics of BDSM since the 101 class has been cancelled," Quincy explained.

"Since Dolly was the only one who signed up for this morning's class, and did not show up by eight-fifteen, the instructor cancelled it. We did not have as much interest this week as we normally do. Most of our guests this week are more experienced in the lifestyle," Derek said before taking a sip from his mug.

Dolly sighed, so much for keeping that little detail to herself. "I overslept and was late. I'm sorry."

"So, you wouldn't mind if I took Dolly under command this week and taught her the basics?"

"That sounds like a wonderful idea," Derek said with a smile. He then looked at Dolly. "Is that all right with you, darlin'?"

Surprised to be included in the conversation, Dolly nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"Good. Well, I'm sure I have paperwork waiting in my office. Have a great time. And Dolly, if you have questions, or need answers that Quincy can't give you, feel free to come see me."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," Dolly said softly.

"Good girl," Quincy said after Derek left them to enjoy their breakfast.

Dolly was not sure what to say to that, so she lowered her gaze to her plate and focused on eating. She was grateful when Quincy did the same. They did not speak again until their plates were empty and Quincy had refilled their coffee mugs.

"So, what do you want to learn about?"

"Everything?"

"Well, we had a lesson in trust yesterday. The Dungeon will be opening in a few minutes. How about we go downstairs and you can experience some of the toys used in BDSM?"

Dolly took a breath and nodded. "I'd like that, Sir."

"Very good, pet. What are you wearing under those clothes?"

Dolly blinked at the sudden change of direction in their conversation. "A bra and panties."

A lifted eyebrow had her adding a hasty, "Sir."

"Good girl. From here on out, you may address me as either Sir or Master Quincy."

"Yes, Sir."

Without another word, they carried their trays to the return area, and then Quincy took her hand and led her out of the cafeteria. After a stop at the restrooms nearby, he led her to the staircase that led to the lower level where the Dungeon was located.

The same man was sitting at the podium just outside the doors.

"Good morning, Jaben," Quincy said. "This is Miss Carter."

"Good morning, Master Quincy, Miss Carter. It's good to see you again. I thought you'd be returning last night."

"Plans changed."

Jaben smiled and nodded. "They often do. You're early so will pretty much have the run of the Dungeon. If you need anything, just ask. Will you be wanting to use one of the themed rooms today?"

"No, we'll be using the main room today. Maybe later in the week," Quincy said as he signed them both in.

"Enjoy," Jaben said with a smile and a wink to Dolly.

Dolly's cheeks warmed as she smiled back. She then followed Quincy like a baby duck following its mama to the double doors. When he pulled one open, she hesitated until he tugged her hand, guiding her to proceed him into the Dungeon.

They entered what looked like a lounge area, with tables and chairs, and a bar.

"The changing rooms and restrooms are back there." Quincy pointed to the left.

She was surprised to see a bartender sitting on a tall stool behind the bar, reading a book. After all, it was barely nine o'clock in the morning. Did people really drink so early in the day?

"They serve coffee, sodas, juices and teas, as well as alcohol," Quincy offered as if reading her mind. "This lounge area is for meeting other guests and negotiating scenes before playing, and relaxing and talking afterwards. Some people come and relax and may not play at all, but just enjoy the scenes that are going on down there."

Quincy turned her to look out at the empty Dungeon. The lights glowed amber, purple, and white, causing flecks in the stone floor to glimmer and giving the whole space more of a magical atmosphere.

The variety of wood and black leather furniture caught her attention and Dolly dropped Quincy's hand as she descended the six steps into the Dungeon proper. With no other guests in the room, she was free to wander around, stroking her finger over the top of a black leather-covered spanking bench. The St. Andrew's cross caught her eye next and she walked around it, mentally assessing and wishing she had a camera and notebook to do more in-depth notetaking.

She would have to see about coming back later in the week alone. She had no idea how she would explain to the security guard why she would be wanting access alone and with a camera and notepad, but she would worry about that at a later time. For now, she moved on to a station where chains hung from the ceiling with others attached to the floor directly below them, which sent her curious nature into overdrive.

"Come here, pet," Quincy said, taking her attention away from what she thought she recognized as a pillory from the Middle Ages.

Turning, she found him standing near the St. Andrew's cross. Without argument, she crossed to stand before him.

"We'll start here and introduce you to a few of my favorite toys."

He led her to the large armoire nearby. It was far bigger than the one in her suite, and when he opened it, she saw it was held a wider array of crops, paddles, floggers, and canes. It also contained wrist and ankle cuffs, rope, and some things she was not sure she wanted to identify.

She watched as he picked out a pair of well-padded wrist cuffs before turning to her and holding out a hand. She hesitated only a moment before laying her hand atop his.

"Good girl," he said as he attached the cuff to her wrist. Without being asked, she extended her other arm and he repeated the action.

Quincy then took a step back. "Now, pet, I'd like you to strip down to your underwear. I'll allow you that much coverage for now. Later in the week when we play, you'll be naked."

"Naked, Sir?"

He stepped closer and fisted his hand in her hair, pulling her head back so she looked up at him. Instantly, her body melted at the dominant act. Her pussy dampened and her nipples beaded at the same time her breathing grew shallow.

"Yes, sweet pet, naked. By then you won't care if others are watching. All of your focus will be on me, and you won't give a single thought to what anyone else thinks."

Dolly swallowed hard as her stomach dropped several inches. "Yes, Sir," she managed to whisper before he leaned down and kissed her.

The kiss drove her even further into a submissive mindset and she wobbled when he released her. "Take off your clothes, pet. Then step up and face the cross."

Quincy stood back and watched with growing appreciation as Dolly stripped until she stood before him wearing nothing but a pair of scanty green panties and a matching bra. After she folded her clothes and laid them on a nearby chair, she moved to stand facing the cross, just as he had ordered.

He took a flogger, a cane, and a paddle out of the armoire before closing it. Laying them on a rolling metal table, he positioned it near the cross, but out of Dolly's line of vision. No reason to terrify the subbie before he needed to.

Stepping up, he ran his hands up and down the outside of her arms and then took a moment to massage her shoulders. "Ready to play, sweet pet?"

"Yes, Sir," she said.

Her breathing had deepened as she relaxed once again. She sounded calm and ready to play.

"What's your safeword?" he asked as he checked the cuffs to make sure they were not too snug.

"Melon, Sir."

He brushed a kiss on the side of her neck as he reached around and gave her a hug, his hands spreading over the bare skin between her bra line and the top of her panties. "Very good, pet. Lift your arms up and we'll get you secured so you can meet a few of my favorite toys."