Part 7-5

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Vivian felt just as confused by that as David was. Maybe it was because she was joining the conversation late, but still. Dominants were confident, assertive beasts who used their Dom magic to switch sub's brains off and turn their insides to goo. Surely that was a pretty big difference? David expressed a similar outlook, how intuitively one role felt like it was meant to lead, and the other was meant to follow.

"That's true, on the surface," Malcolm agreed. "Still, if you want to use that metaphor, then Doms and subs are similar in that they're both trying to get to the same place. As it were."

"If by place you mean getting each other off," Devyn helpfully contributed.

"Yeah," Sam chimed in, "and even though the dominant is the leader, they don't get to decide on their own where that place is or what you'll be doing together to get there." She gave Nicole's head an affectionate pat, as though to include her in what she was saying. "That's something you both decide together." She paused to exchange a thoughtful look with Malcolm. "It's hard to describe because the leader slash follower analogy doesn't really work past the surface level."

Malcolm nodded agreement. "Yeah. On the surface, the dominant does lead things and holds all the power. That's what makes it fun for both people. But that's really just the role-playing game. In a broader sense, it's more like a cycle." He waved his hands around each other in a circle to try to demonstrate. "Both Dom and sub are leading the other, and both are following the other's lead."

"You're being too philosophical, Professor," Devyn said from Malcolm's lap.

"Yeah, be considerate of your drunk audience," Nicole agreed.

Malcolm shrugged, looking to Sam for help. "Okay," she said, sitting Nicole up and taking firm hold of her as if she were using her as a stage prop. "Imagine I'm thinking of having some fun with an unruly red-haired sub."

Nicole smiled wide, "I like this already!"

"Without dwelling on specifics, let's imagine I'm planning to have my none-too-gentle way with her." Sam had to pause for a second while Devyn purposed a few specifics she would like to dwell on, while Nicole tried her best to nod approvingly through Sam's grip on her. "And, as you can probably tell from these two, I wouldn't be the only one having fun. She likes being treated rough. We both want the same thing."

This time, instead of being silly, Devyn seemed more serious. "You're both making each other happy at the same time, with the same stuff."

"Right, I get that," David said. "The part I don't get is how that works itself out to her being half leader?"

"Well, how rough can I be with her? If she doesn't like the activity I've chosen, or if I'm too intense and I push her past what she's willing to take for me, then she can stop the scene. If I really were the only leader like you're thinking, I could keep going regardless, but in reality, I can't." Sam paused to think for a second, taking a long sip to drain the last of her beer, then continued. "Maybe approver fits better than leader. I don't know -- the point is submission is hardly the docile sheep follower role it gets made out to be. I can't just go crazy tyrant. Even though I'm the dominant, I'm limited in what I can do. Nicole trusts me with her power, but she can take it back whenever she wants to." She smiled down at her fiancé, relaxing her hold and going back to petting her hair. "It's my job as her dominant to make sure she never wants to."

David stroked his chin thoughtfully. It was the same motion he unconsciously made when he was trying to figure out which combination of colors to use for a tough section of a painting, which made Vivian smile. "That makes sense," he said. "So, like, as a dominant, part of what you have to do is make sure your sub is having a good time. Otherwise, why would they submit to you?"

"Exactly," Malcolm and Sam agreed together, and Malcolm continued.

"As much as we like to play the game and pretend that submissives are just here to serve us and make our fantasies come to life, it flows both ways. They have their fantasies too--"

"Fucking right we do!" Devyn agreed.

"—And as a dominant, you have to make sure you're catering to her kinks just as much as she does for you."

"Is that what you were trying to say with the cycles and the hand waving?"

"Yes, and a bit more." Malcolm started doing it again, and Devyn swatted at his hands from below. It was exactly like a cat would have! Vivian had to fight to keep from interrupting Malcolm with laughter. "Whatever I do as a dominant, I'm looking for how Devyn reacts. Does she like it? Does she not? If she likes it, should I do more of it, or just tease her with the possibility—"

"—He always fucking teases—"

"—Her reactions guide the scene just as much as I do. It's all back and forth."

"Yeah," Sam said, nodding along. "Honestly, sometimes, I think of myself less as a dominant and more as just a really supportive partner."

Nicole sighed contentedly. "The most supportive fiancé I could ever ask for. Who else would take such care to make sure my ass is always a few shades redder than the rest of me?"

They all laughed together, Vivian wrapping her arms around David and holding him tight. He seemed to understand what they were saying, which was good because it was stuff that had taken weeks for Devyn to work into Vivian's head. With a little flash of embarrassment, Vivian had to admit that she'd been every bit the docile sheep submissive Sam had used as a bad counterexample. As much as her friends tried to make her feel better by laying all the blame for her last failed relationship at Paul's feet, it couldn't be healthy to deny her share. The times she had tried to articulate what she wanted -- needed from him for support, he had deflected, and she had never taken her power back until it was far too late.

But, as angry as she had been after breaking up with him, she didn't feel that way anymore. It was over, and she was in a much better place. Surrounded by friends, hugging a guy who made her happy, laughing as Devyn explained to David the meaning behind Nicole's Firefly nickname and Nicole threatened retribution upon Devyn's ass. Why dwell on negatives?

The conversation made Vivian wonder something else about herself. Neither of her ex-masters had been especially interested in finding out what her kinks were, and had mostly seen her as a tool for their pleasure. Which sounded bad in those words, but Vivian had been totally fine with it. More than fine, she'd loved enabling their pleasure. BDSM had been her gateway to enjoying her sexuality without the shame and guilt she'd felt crippled by before. Wanting to be as appreciative as possible of her masters for giving her that gift seemed as natural as breathing.

Still, it put her in a situation now where she wasn't really sure what her kinks were. She'd never had to think about it before! She'd just obeyed, and that had felt great. Was there a kink for simply wanting to make your master cum? Preferably inside her? Or on her? Her inner slut wasn't anywhere near done freaking out over how hot she felt wearing cum filled panties this entire time.

Was there a kink for that? Being the dirtiest possible slut, reveling in how it made her feel, and feeling safe to do it because her master was there to catch her?

Somewhere along the way, she'd started thinking of David as her master. It made her happy, and she clung a little tighter to his arm, smiling at the way his jaw and mouth moved while he spoke. That would be the first order of business when they got home. He'd have to get used to being called Master.

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Just before we went our separate ways, Nicole dropped a little bombshell on us.

"How's the Devyn and Malcolm Porn Studios coming along?" she asked, as if we were supposed to have any idea what that meant. We looked at each other, confused, wondering what the joke we were missing was, and Nicole sighed. "Neither of you opened our wedding invitation, did you?"

Both our looks instantly turned guilty. At least I had a decent excuse! The only time I'd spent at my apartment had been to grab some clothes to move to my new home. It was probably sitting in my mailbox. Probably. I mean, in today's day and age, who the fuck actually checks their mailbox anymore? If I cared about how many credit cards I'd been pre-approved for, I would just check my email spam folder.

"See, I told you we should have just sent out digital ones!" Nicole said exasperatedly to Sam, waving at us like the reprehensible invitees we were. "If you had read our beautifully well-done invitations, you have seen that yours were personalized and would know that we're asking for something special from everybody we've played with."

Malcolm raised an eyebrow at her. "You're asking for all your playmates to make porn for you?"

"No -- no!" Sam quickly jumped in. "What we had in mind was some kind of self portrait type thing. Something we can put together, like a collection of all the fun we've had before getting married."

"You say that as if you're planning to change your ways afterwards."

"It does kind of sound like that, doesn't it?" Nicole smirked. "But we're not, and we never will. There's just no reforming us."

"So, these trophies you're collecting from all your conquests... They can be anything?" He and Sam exchanged an understanding look as he described their purposed wedding present. She smiled wide, not even bothering to deny he'd characterized it correctly.

"Yep, it can be anything."

"But this is Devyn we're talking about!" Nicole said brightly. "And every one of us here knows that she's going to want to make porn."

Nicole and Sam nodded in unison. I turned to Malcolm to find him also nodding. "WHAT! You do know I have other interests besides fucking porn, right? There's tons of things I could choose for a self-portrait!"

"Maybe," Malcolm began, his knowing tone tipping me off that I wouldn't like where he was going, so I cut him off.

"It's supposed to be representative of you too, you know. Any accusations of porn addition apply to both of us."

It shouldn't really surprise me anymore when I walk right into what Malcolm is thinking. "I was going to say that making our own porn would be a pretty fitting representation of the two of us, given our history."

He was right. It was all over our timeline. We'd met and become friends doing an entirely serious, academic school project about porn. We'd bonded sending PornHub links back and forth, growing to trust one another and building a unique and irreplaceable best friendship. Now that we'd finally started having sex, making our own would be like bringing it full circle. Damn them all, they were absolutely right.

We were both quiet on the way home in the back of our Uber. Both tipsy and sleepy, my head rested on his shoulder and his head rested on top of mine. It was nice to decompress a bit after so much noise and social interaction, and it felt good to let ourselves sway with the motion of the car and drift.

It wasn't until we we'd stumbled up to our apartment and were brushing our teeth that he shared what he'd been thinking about.

"Did you ever meet Vivian's ex-boyfriend?"

"What? Oh -- no. I kinda got the sense he wasn't interested into spending any time with Vivian without his cock in her, so meeting her friends wasn't happening. Why? What's on your mind?"

He fussed with something on his face in the mirror, going over the same spot again and again before he realized the spot he'd seen was, in fact, on the mirror itself.

"Damnit," he muttered as I laughed at his silliness. "I'd swear that wasn't there this morning."

"Don't get distracted, what were you thinking just now?"

"Oh, right. Well, I was thinking again about what you said about me having changed in the last few months. You know, since we started dating."

"Oh? Have you realized how right I was?"

I wasn't being too serious, but he was. "Yes," he confirmed. "Before, after it ended with Chloe, I really did think of myself like I was Paul. That was his name, right?" I nodded, not sure if I should let him continue or sympathize with him or what, but he continued anyway. "I felt like the dominant part of me was this self-absorbed sadistic monster. But then, tonight, talking about everything... I don't know, it kind of helps me internalize that I'm not like him."

"Of course you're not! That's never been you."

"I know. I think I've known for a while, but it feels more real now that it did before." He wrapped his arms around me, softly squeezing me from behind and smiled at me in the mirror. "Thank you for getting me here."

"I'm pretty sure you already said that for something similar," I said, wishing that compliments and appreciation from him didn't have quite such an obvious impact on me.

"Have I? Well, it's still true." He beamed at me, knowing me too well to take my evasions seriously and understanding just how much his words made my heart melt.

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Trust is weird. If anyone had asked her that night in the karaoke room, Vivian would have said she trusted David completely. Trust came naturally to her, even now after having so many bad experiences trusting the wrong people. She never really thought about it, it just sort of happened by default. To trust was normal, and anything else felt weird.

Still, over the next days and weeks of growth, Vivian noticed that the way she felt about her new Master changed. It happened gradually. David didn't want to dive right into full on scenes with her right off the bat. Instead, he wanted to ease his way in with shorter sessions that he called training. It was meant to be practice as well as exploration into various kinks for both of them. Vivian was initially impatient to dive deeper, but somewhere along the line, she realized she trusted him more with each short kinky plunge. Much more. It gave her a warm, almost giddy feeling inside, like she was invulnerable. Like she could fall from anything and David would catch her.

It started a few days after karaoke night. For David, what he liked in this arena had clicked fairly easily -- being in control and having Vivian as his canvas to decorate and play with. However, when Vivian was trying to explain things she liked and why she liked them, she felt like she was failing because she didn't have very much experience with a lot of things. One thing she tried to describe was how she wanted something like the scene at the Valmont's party where a sub had been completely covered in ropes, unable to move anything, then suspended above the ground.

Bondage appealed to both of them, David liking the images Vivian showed him because it seemed the perfect way to combine his talents with the control he found himself enjoying. But, for Vivian, it was easy to convey why that would make her feel helpless and controlled, but she'd never really been tied up like that before, so explaining why it would make her feel safe at the same time wasn't so easy.

But it helped that David had rope. Of course David had rope in his house. David had everything, if only he could remember what project he'd gotten it for and where it might have ended up. When they finally found it buried at the back of a closet full of supplies David swore he'd find a use for someday, it turned out to be less rope than silky smooth lengths of sturdy cloth. Apparently, they'd been intended for weaving into a chair back, but the buyer had changed their mind at the last minute.

The material felt soft, flowing between Vivian's fingers, but it had a solidness to it that she doubted she'd be able to overpower.

"You like it?" David asked, joining her feeling the ropes, his hands coming up underneath hers and lightly pressing around them.

"Yeah."

"Would you like me to put them on you?"

Vivian looked up into his eyes, her mouth suddenly going dry on her. "Yes, Master."

It wasn't anything overly complicated like the hogtie at the party had been. David just made a few loops with the rope, wrapped them around her wrists, and joined them together in the middle. He was so concerned about it being too tight, Vivian thought she could slip them off her hands if she wanted to.

But that didn't matter. All that mattered was how it made Vivian feel.

David's hands felt so firm, warm and authoritative as they handled her. He held her wrists slightly apart, his skin sliding over hers as he wrapped the silky rope around her, holding her in place and taking her freedom away. It made her feel light inside. Vulnerable and held at the same time, and she loved it.

And this was just a basic rope cuff tie. How amazing would it feel to be fully tied up by him?

When he was satisfied, David backed Vivian up a few steps and lifted her arms over her head. A minute later, she felt herself secured there, the rope attached to something, unable to lower her arms. David took a half step into her. With her restrained like this, his hands were free to roam all over her, and he teased around her waist, up under the bottom of her shirt.

"Is this what you meant by liking it when you feel helpless?"

"Yes, Master," Vivian said, her voice sounding soft in her own ears.

He inched his fingers up over the skin of her belly, spreading tingles over her abs and raiding her shirt up a bit as he went. "You really do trust me enough to give yourself over like this?"

"Of course I do, Master!"

"Why?"

Vivian wasn't quite sure what to say to that. It was a little bit like trying to explain why one plus one equaled two. It just did! Still, that wasn't going to be especially helpful to him. "Um... because you'd untie me if I wanted you to."

"You think I would?" His hands skipped up over her core directly to her breasts, roughly grabbing them through her bra. "You think I'd give up having access to your sexy body like this just because you asked?"

Vivian took in a sharp breath, heat rushing to her chest, feeling herself respond all over. Why did he keep asking her to think about things when she just wanted to turn her mind off and be subby? "Of course you would, Master." She paused, enjoying a deep breath and the way her breasts expanded out into his groping hands. "And that's why I don't want you to."

He laughed, and it took Vivian a second to realize how contradictory what she'd just said sounded. "You don't want me to let you go because you know I would if you asked? Doesn't that mean you'd want to be free if you didn't think I'd do it?"

Vivian smiled brightly. "Yep! You've got it."

David chuckled and shook his head in a subs-will-be-subs sort of way. To Vivian's disappointment, he released her boobs and let her shirt fall back into place. However, a second later, he leaned in even closer to her, near enough to rest his forehead against hers. Their lips nearly touching, he lightly brushed some of her hair back behind her ear then asked, "is this the kind of thing you had in mind?"

Finally, a question that required zero thought! "Yes, Master."

"It gets you hot feeling defenseless and at my mercy, but safe at the same time?" It seemed rhetorical, but Vivian nodded against his forehead anyway, basically turning it into a nuzzle. "Well then, show me." Vivian felt something forcing her legs apart, then a pressure against her pussy as David pressed his thigh up between her legs. "Get yourself off."

For a brief second, Vivian didn't realize what

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