Acting Dominant

by Tigger

©2008

Chapter 11: What's My Motivation?

  

The turning of the door handle behind him had Ty nearly jumping out of his shoes. Solange had told him were 'mules;' all Ty knew was that they lacked any heel-backs to keep them securely on his feet, and were high enough to feel dangerous. He somehow managed to keep his balance as he turned to watch the slowly opening door across the ornately made bed.

His first clear look at ShaJuana was stunning. She'd slicked her usually curly hair back so tightly to her head that it resembled a male comb-back style, with the bulk of her wild mane tied back behind her. She wore a very becoming burgundy tuxedo jacket and slacks over a ruffled pink shirt. The outfit was patterned after the classic groom attire, but had clearly been tailored to emphasize that the wearer was utterly female - gorgeous, stacked and damned proud of herself. As did her cosmetics - for despite her role as the groom in this little psychodrama, Juana's face was powerfully and unabashedly feminine.

Ty felt his groin tighten as he watched her enter the room and quietly close the door behind her. Damn, he thought, if only our roles in this play were reversed . . .

But they weren't, and the two of them were here for a purpose - one that Ty had personally requested. Okay, so he hadn't fully considered all the ramifications and consequences, but dammit, he needed the money if he was going to be able to pay that damned tuition without mortgaging his future and his soul.

Why wasn't she making the first move, he wondered, as ShaJuana just stood there, in front of the door staring at him. Wasn't she supposed to be the Domme in this scene?!? Shouldn't she be, well, taking charge and giving orders?

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Solange swallowed against the gorge rising in her throat. If something didn't happen quickly, she'd . . .she'd. . .

Hell, she didn't know what she would or could do. There didn't seem to be anything she could do that wouldn't mess things up worse than she already had done.

DAMMIT, she could lose BOTH of them and it would be her fault.

Maybe she could yell fire and get them to evacuate. . . .

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Maybe, Ty thought, someone would set a fire and they could just evacuate. . .

What was he was supposed to do now, dammit? Help her? Didn't Solange say that some of the women he'd have to work with as the duty male slave wouldn't really know what to do or how to do it? Only that they wanted to do it to some guy? Well, hell, he grumbled inwardly, couldn't they have at least taught HIM how to do it first?

The only thing he'd ever had . . . well, back there was the enema nozzle he'd used last night because Solange had told him that a good cleansing would make today's experience easier. Oh, and not to forget that damned butt plug Solange had inserted this morning that reminded him of its presence with every step he took.

What the hell was he supposed to do? Toss up his skirts, shake his booty at Juana and coo over his shoulder, ", , , lookin' for a good time, sailor?" Yeah, that would work.

NOT!

It simply wasn't fair to expect a total virgin to do all the work his very first time! He sure hoped Juana agreed with his assessment of 'fairness' because, truth to tell, he was just a little bit terrified right now and WAITING for ShaJuana to DO something wasn't making his life any easier!

Hell, he'd ASKED for ShaJuana because he was pretty sure she knew what she was about in this kind of deal as much because he trusted and liked her. He expected that she'd know enough to make . . . IT easy . . . well, easier for him.

Several more tension-laden seconds passed, and still the ebony goddess did not make a move to initiate anything. Okay, he thought, she's just going to keep waiting so I am forced to conclude that this must be part of Solange's test, too. Damn her, anyway!

So what to do next? A wry grin crossed Ty's ruby-red lips as a thought came to mind. Well, he told himself, you can't make love fully clothed, so. . .

Kicking off the uncomfortable and potentially dangerous shoes, Ty glided around the bed toward ShaJuana on white-stockinged feet. "Hello, darling," he piped in the abysmal falsetto that Solange had approved, "I've been waiting for you to help me with my gown. I can't reach all those teensie little buttons." He turned his back to Juana, and pulled the veil and blond tresses out of the way. "Undo me, please?"

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Solange almost began to breathe again. Ty wasn't fully in character, per se, which was a concern, but not nearly as big a concern as ShaJuana not giving him a foil from whom to take his cues. Well, he had taken the initiative to get things started, which at least was something positive. Perhaps now the ninny would remember HER role in this scene and get on with it.

But she didn't.

Solange shifted cameras and zoomed in on ShaJuana's face - and felt her heart nearly stop. The woman was terrified - worse than she'd been in the prep room.

And now, she was alone with that terror.

This was Solange's worst nightmare - a Mistress completely out of control of a emotion-charged scene - only it was worse than that. ShaJuana was deeply involved with this submissive on both personal and emotional levels, and this scene was heading in a direction that might actually damage that budding relationship.

In truth, Solange admitted to herself, Juana had NEVER been in control of this scene, and she should have seen that in the prep room. Instead of prodding the girl to get on with a scene she clearly had deep reservations about, Solange should have used those reservations as reasons the girl would have accepted to put a stop to the scene before it really started. She could have used any reason for Ty so long as Juana would accept ending it. "Sorry, dear, but Juana is sick - some type of stomach virus or such - and can't do the session today. And no, there are no other Mistresses here with the time or preparation to do this properly. I'm so sorry, after all the time you've spent getting ready, but we'll just have to postpone it for now."

Postpone it FOREVER if Solange had her way, and she'd have had the benefit of more time to do just that!

What had she been thinking when she'd agreed to ShaJuana for this scene?

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He didn't feel any fingers tugging at those tiny buttons. Cautiously, Ty looked back over his shoulder and was stunned to see glistening tear-tracks streaming down Juana's cheeks. "Juana?" he asked, reaching out to take her hands in his, and was surprised at how cold and stiff her fingers felt. Moving quickly, he led her over to the opulent bed and urging her to sit. "Are you all right?"

"I. . . I can't . . .do. . ." she rasped, clearly fighting to gain control of her emotions. "Can't. . do this."

Ty felt like he'd been punched in the gut. He'd asked for ShaJuana because, well, she was ShaJuana. Solange had said this Mistress-ing stuff was part of his friend's basic personality and identity, and he'd hoped she would see this as a sort of gift knowing that it was not part of his. Or at least, it had not been up until now.

Only she wasn't going to take the gift.

"You don't want me?" he asked, before the words had even formed fully in his mind.

That got a reaction. Juana's eyes went wide and her mouth dropped in shock. "Not WANT YOU? What, are you nuts!?!"

Ty had no idea what to make of that. Maybe she just didn't want the responsibility of being his first, given the heretofore 'just-friends' nature of their relationship. He should have asked her first so she could have said no, but he'd told Solange first. Maybe that was it. He'd wanted her because they were best friends and he trusted her. It might be that she didn't want to mess that up and was worried that doing this with. . .TO him might? "Ummm, you want me to ask Solange to get another Domme to, uh, break me in, first?"

Suddenly, six-plus feet of enraged Amazon was off the bed, towering over him, staring down at him, her nostrils flaring, her eyes flashing fire. "ARE YOU NUTS?" she repeated herself, nearly deafening him. "Any other bitch comes near you like that and I will have her ass!"

Thoroughly confused now, Ty muttered, "I thought we were supposed to be talking about you having my ass." and found himself eye-to-eye with ShaJuana, his feet dangling inches above the carpeted floor.

Heat flashed back and forth between the two pairs of eyes, and it was the brown pair that broke away. Juana slowly lowered her friend to the floor, and tried to gather herself. "You're right," she said softly, and then went to the armoire.

Ty watched as she withdrew a mass of leather straps and a iridescent purple dildo. It was, with the exception of the color, fairly lifelike. It was also, he thought as his bottom clenched spasmodically about Solange's plug, much larger than either device he'd used last night or this morning in preparation for this day's experience.

MUCH larger!

His attention was diverted from the purple monster by Juana jerking open the armoire's other drawers, and furiously searching each one in turn. He thought he heard her mumble something like, "Where's the other one?"

What other one? Other what? What was Juana talking about, he wondered to himself.

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"It's not there because someone - ME - stupidly decided not to put it there," Solange growled to herself. Even as she watched the two young people, her finger tightened ever so slightly on the switch that would signal all off duty staff that a scene had gone bad and assistance was required immediately. ShaJuana had made the move to the armoire for the dildo and its harness, but the lack of the smaller toy she'd expected to find and then to slip into the harness once Ty's back was turned had undone all the good Ty's 'topping from the bottom' intervention had accomplished. Solange was now absolutely certain that it was simply a case of too much, too quickly for both of them.

What would she do, Solange wondered? How would she proceed? In Solange's opinion, there were three possible courses of action, two of which held some hope of salvaging this mess.

ShaJuana could simply end the scene with the intent to reconvene later, and take personal charge of the preparations so that everything would be to her satisfaction.

She could simply pick up the phone and have someone bring her the dildo or dildos she wanted to use in this session. Under other circumstances, that was precisely what Juana would do. She was, after all, the dungeon's most experienced 'cherry-picker' as that skill was a natural adjunct to the forced-femme play for which the black goddess was so well known.

Or she could do exactly what she was doing - nothing, which in point of fact was less than nothing because doing nothing was making things worse for both players.

Solange was almost certain that she would have to step in and end this debacle before any real damage could occur.

Ty was clearly unnerved by the toy in Juana's hands, but. . . but he wasn't repulsed by it! And by god, Solange thought, he should have been! It was too damned large NOT to unnerve - hell, frighten - a novice. Why wasn't he having knicker-fits at the very thought of having to accommodate that monster? Her finger still on the panic-button on her desk, Solange leaned closer to the monitor, trying to figure out what it was that she sensed in there.

Then, she saw it! No, Ty wasn't repulsed by the toy ShaJuana held in her hands because his attention was no longer on that oversized fake cock.

He was focused on ShaJuana!

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ShaJuana's reaction to the things she'd removed from that drawer was setting off alarm bells in Ty's head. She'd said she wanted him! And there was no doubt in his mind she'd meant that. She'd also said that she kick the ass of any other Mistress who might be asked to give him this test - again, he had no doubt that she meant that.

So why were they both still dressed? Why was she staring at that dildo and harness like she'd just uncovered a weapon of mass, or was that ass, destruction?

WHY wasn't SOMETHING happening?!?

Every empathic instinct he possessed was on full alert; screaming to him that this was just wrong. It sure as hell was NOT fun, and hadn't Solange assured him that it was supposed to be fun? Juana did not look like she was going to have fun, and if she wasn't having fun, Ty didn't see any way - AT ALL - that he was going to have fun, either.

Suddenly, he knew what he had to do. Friendship counted more than money any day.

"ShaJuana?" he called, but she didn't react to his voice. Instead, she just kept staring at the harness. Grimly, Ty strode over to his tall friend, snatched the toys from her hands and hurled them across the boudoir into the furthest corner of the room. "ShaJuana!" he barked louder. This time, she looked down at him, but there was still befuddled confusion in her chocolate brown eyes. "Shakespeare."

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Solange nearly cheered. "Thank you, God," she breathed as she reached for her house phone. She needed to get those two out of there and out of those outfits as quickly as possible! Then she'd do what she could to somehow try to spin this to both their benefits.

"Thank you, God," she repeated.

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"Wha . . .? What did you say?" ShaJuana finally got out, sounding like she was just waking up.

"Shakespeare. Red Light! Stop Code. Whatever," Ty said, taking Juana's hands back into his own. "I'm not sure what is wrong here, but we can't do this. For whatever reason, you're not ready, and I just realized, neither am I. I thought I was, but I'm not."

The tall woman's shoulder began to shake. "I'm sorry, Ty," she cried. "Solange said you wanted the extra money for something, but I just couldn't get my head around this. I wanted to - hell, I want YOU . . .but. . .but I just couldn't . . .not now . . . here. . .I mean. . . "

Ty put a finger to Juana's full lips, "Shhhh," he said soothingly as he gently led her to the bed. "Lie down," he ordered, and then laid down beside her, holding her as she cried. "It's okay. I don't think I could have, either, and I'm glad it was you here to see me wimp out instead of DeeDee or Isolde."

"Don't try to kid a kidder, boy," Juana grumbled, her face cuddled into Ty's bared shoulder. "You saw that I was a mess and didn't trust me to be in charge of breaking you in."

Ty pulled back from her, and scooted down to look her directly in the eye. "Now, that is just SO wrong, and I won't have you saying or thinking that. I trust you implicitly, or I wouldn't have requested you. Now that I think about it, and now that we've made this attempt, I will tell you this."

He waited for her to quirk her brows in query. "IF I do this - and that's a pretty big 'if' given how I'm feeling right now - you, my dear ShaJuana, are the only person I'm going to accept as my first lover that way. You know why?"

"Why?" she asked, her voice hopeful.

"Because we HAVE already come this far together, and I think we need to see it through together, but more than that? I don't want to be responsible for the surely fearsome ass-kicking you'd give any other poor hapless Domme who happened to be the one sent in to do me in your place."

That earned him a watery giggle and a rib-cracking hug from his friend. Then they simply laid there on the satin comforter for a long time, locked in each other's arms, saying nothing and needing to say nothing.

A knock on the door roused them. Ty called out, "Enter."

The door opened to admit Solange. "Well?" she asked softly, as if she had no idea what had just transpired between the two of them.

"I safeworded," Ty replied as he rose from the bed. "We weren't ready."

"We?" Solange asked, somehow managing to keep her voice neutral.

"We," Juana answered firmly. "We need to talk about this some more, the three of us."

Inwardly relieved, Solange frowned fiercely at the two young people. "The three of us? I thought this was Ty's decision and my approval."

"I'm in on the decision now, and the approval, too," Juana replied. "Like I said, we need to talk."

"Very well. Go get changed, the pair of you. Come to my office and we'll have some tea. I suspect that Ty is rather hungry just now," a smiling Maitresse said before slipping out of the room.

"Ummm, Juana?" Ty said, pulling on his friend's coat sleeve.

"Yeah, Ty-RONE?" she answered, some of her normal sass back.

"I, ah, still need help with the bloody buttons on this damned gown. There have to be a hundred of them and I'm just not that flexible. And then, there's this cursed corset!"

"Gee, ya mean I get to strip the bride anyways?"

Juana wasn't quite quick enough to dodge the satin-covered pillow Ty sent flying at her in retaliation.

Acting Dominant

Interlude - More Rehearsal Needed

Later that day, after Ty and ShaJuana had both left for home, Solange unwound in her private office with a large snifter of brandy. All things considered, these new plans suited her better than she had any right to hope for, given the potential disaster she'd nearly had on her hands.

Essentially, Juana was going to instruct Ty privately in the fine art of woman-on-top anal play, and then inform Solange when, in her opinion, Ty was ready to work independently with female clients. She'd given them a toy-box with everything she thought they might need during their off-site 'training,' and then sent the on their way.

Training, Solange giggled like a school girl at the word. Sure, they'd be training. In any case, they'd be going slower, but as Juana had pointed out during their little after-scene critique over tea and scones, that was the way these things were SUPPOSED to be done. That way, the sub got used to the idea that such intimacies could and should be both natural and pleasurable for both participants.

For her part, Solange had agreed to increase Ty's salary to nearly what he would have made as her on-staff TV switch while he underwent this 'intensive' training with Juana. It wasn't as if he wasn't worth every penny she'd pay him just for all the other work he'd been doing around the place.

So, both would still be working for her in the dungeon! She had not, as she'd feared she might, lost two valuable employees. Better still, the increased intimacy this 'training' would foster between them suited Solange's other purposes very well indeed.

Truthfully, Ty's surprisingly intuitive response to the day's crisis was, in large part, why she'd been willing to increase his pay. He'd sensed something was wrong, and had attempted to fix it while striving to stay within the scene's proposed dynamic. Part of that, she thought, was that acting-honed sensitivity he had to the emotions of others around him. Another part was his sense of direction and instinct for improvisation. Finally, and most importantly, once he'd seen that the scene was simply not going to work, he'd taken the responsibility to end it with his safeword.

And then, to Solange's complete amazement, he'd stepped in and provided needed support and caring to the emotionally fragile top. Aftercare was the term most lifestyle players used to describe the reassurance a dominant needed after a particularly demanding and emotional experience - assurance that the other player was fine, still trusted the dominant and would do it again with him/her. In this case, Juana knew she'd messed up and was very upset, but Ty had known precisely what she'd needed, and had given it to her without stinting.

Remarkable.

Solange toasted herself and took a sip of the amber liqueur. Yes, these new arrangements would suit her purposes just fine.

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