Persuasion | Keith Powers Imagines *READ DESCRIPTION*

34| Farfalla nera

"Okay, I have some questions"

"Shoot"

"Do you have to sleep with everyone?. I thought you were just strippers." Both girls let out a laugh.

"Sorry, sir" Heaven apologizes.

"Okay first don't use the S word around here we are far beyond that. Second, we don't have to do anything we don't want to. Also not all playtime results in penetration. It's much more than that." Butterfly says.

"What is playtime?"

"Okay uh, playtime is what we call our sessions. Where the dominant and the submissive or the sadist and masochist are together sexually."

"Okay...so if you don't fuck everytime then what are you doing? Like if you're in charge what does that look like? Say if it was me and you"

"Good question, We run up a contract first off. Stating what your comfortable with or not comfortable with. During playtime I might start you on your knees as you saw Heaven when you came in. I'd ask your safe word. Maybe if I'm going toward pleasure I'd play with your senses. I'd restrict them one by one. Handcuffing you, thats touch." She trails her fingers along my arms. "Blindfolding you, bye bye sight" she puts her hands over my eyes. "Headphones, no sound" she covers my ears next. "restricting one sense heightens another if I restrict your sight you rely on touch a whole lot more. You wouldn't know what I'm touching you with it could be feathers or silk maybe fur. All you would know is 'damn that feels good' and that my friend is only the beginning the human body is spectacular you'd be surprised at what can turn you on"

All of that sounds interesting to be honest. Maybe I'd be down for letting her control me.

"I can tell you have a lot of questions but let's try dominance. We can start light since it's your first time with all of this. Do you want a drink?"

"Yes"

She leans over and whispers instructions in my ear.

"Are you sure?" I ask. She nods.

"and be assertive," she whispers.

"Heaven, sweetheart go and make me a drink" I demand.

"Yes, sir" she gets up from her kneeling position and walks over to the bar.

"That was good, now keep in mind that she listened the first time and addressed you properly. A good dominant rewards good behavior."

"With what?" I ask.

"Call her a good girl and let her sit on your lap. She's earned it. Every command fulfilled correctly earns a reward, everyone not fulfilled, earns a punishment. Unless of course the safe word was called then we stop altogether but we'll get into that later."

"Safe word?"

"Don't worry, light remember?"

"Right"

Heaven returns with my drink and a fearful look. I take it from her hands and sip. It's really good. "Good girl, have a seat" I gesture toward my lap. Her eyes flood with relief and happiness. She takes a seat and nestles in.

Butterly nods and shoots a thumbs up. "Alright, how about a dance?"

"You catch on quick. Right away, sir" she winks.

She dims the lights adding a yellowish golden tint and a small spotlight to the platform with the pole in the middle. She then turns on some music, I have to admit she has good taste.

"Permission to speak sir?" Heaven says.

"Granted"

"May I lay my head on you, sir?" she says not looking me in the eyes.

"Go ahead"

She leans back resting her head on my shoulder staring at the girl on stage. This is different. Being in control, in this setting. I kind of like it.

Butterfly takes the stage walking across the platform slowly swaying her hips to the rhythm of the music. Watching her dance was mesmerizing.

"She's good isn't she, sir?"

"Amazing" I watched as she swung around the pole holding an arm out resembling a real butterfly. It was a beautiful sight to see. The golden cuffs adorning her arms and ankles were glowing under the lights. I'd never seen anything like it.

"Wow," Heaven whispers.

The way she moved was hypnotizing, I never wanted it to end. Another song began it was a slower pace. He hips swayed from left to right, her arms swung freely as she danced around. It was almost as if she was flying. She looked so at home, so at peace up there. She danced like no one was watching. When the song ended she walked over to me.

"So how was it?" she asks taking Heaven's hand and lifting her from my lap.

"It was great" I answered honestly. "Are you her..." I forgot the word. But she knew what I meant.

"Dominant? During playtime's with other clients, Sometimes. Outside of this club we're just friends"

"How does that work? Doing all of this and then going home."

"Simple. It's a lifestyle, one that I chose long ago and luckily get paid for. I'm able to help people live out their fantasies and then I go home. It's not that hard to separate the two."

"I see. But what if you wanted to play and not as a work thing?"

"Then I play. My personal life doesn't interfere with my job. That's why we use the names." She goes behind the bar and pulls out a pen and paper. "Look I see that we've peeked your interest and I do train people in becoming dominants or submissives. Call me and I can answer any questions/concerns. Maybe we can set up our own personal contract, think about it." She hands me the paper.

"I will,"

(Well, this was different, part 2?)