Showing posts with label Haven. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Haven. Show all posts

Friday, February 12, 2016

Roll With It?


“French Vanilla Cappuccino, Mistress.”  Dom set the frothy cup before his friend and at one time mentee, before sitting across from her and sipping his own black coffee.

“Ah Dom, you know me well, thank you.”

She sipped the brew as she did all things, with firm intent and a touch of sex.  When they’d first started she’d had some idea that she needed to submit to a strong man.  He’d known differently.  Penelope was no submissive, she was a Domme through and through. 

Except for that small piece…

“How’s Burgess these days?”  He raised an eyebrow knowing she would understand what answer he was looking for.

“He’s wonderful, Dom.  And yes, he’s still on his dominant kick.”

Another sip of coffee and a deep breath later told Dom nearly everything he needed to know about the distress Penelope had been feeling since her lovers return.  “But…”

“How do you always know there’s a ‘but’?”

No words were necessary between them at this point, just a look.  He knew she would open up to him once she prepared herself.

“Yes, there is a ‘but.’  I’m worried… I’m scared our connection has been broken.”

“In what way, poppet?”  Dom purposely used the endearment he’d given her back when he’d trained her.  Reminding her that she was safe with him, always.

“I’m a Domme, Dom.  We’re struggling for the top position and, I’m afraid, Daniel will be the one to suffer.”

“When you play is Daniel the only one submitting?”

Her silence spoke volumes inside their private booth at the soon to be opened club, Haven.

“Poppet?”

She sighed before speaking.  “No, I submit as well.”

“And do you hate it?”

Fidgeting as she was it wouldn’t take the fully trained Dominant he was to read the truth.

“No, I don’t.  But Dom, how long can it continue, really?”

“Penelope, there are two people in your life that your body begs to submit to, me and more importantly, Burgess.”

“What?! N…I mean, what?”

“Can you deny it?”

“This is ridiculous, Dom. Please stop.”

“That was not an answer, poppet.” Dom smoothed his tie and watched her eyes follow his hand, from his chest down to almost his crotch. “Let me ask you this,” he said, slipping into his lower register, dominant voice. “If I told you to kneel, right here, and take me into your mouth.  What would you do?”

##

Penny’s mouth watered and she nearly went to her knees, right there in her new club.  Two things stopped her, first, was Dom’s hand on her wrist.  He wouldn’t make her do that as this was a discussion between friends, confidants, not a session.  The other thought was that the first time she knelt inside her club it would be for Burgess. 

“Well, poppet?”

“I get your point.  No, I can’t deny needing to submit to Burgess, but it confuses the Domme inside of me.”

“Talk to him.  You might be surprised to find he’s as confused as you are, then roll with it, Penelope.”

“Roll with it? Really, Dom, that’s your advice.”  Penny sat back in her chair and huffed at the laughably simple answer.

“Trust me, Penelope, rolling with it is not as easy as it sounds.  To truly ‘accept what is or roll with anything’ you need an inner strength of steel.”
Penny looked at her indigo penguino as he stepped into the bar.  Dom was right, but did she have the strength she needed to change the dynamic of her relationship with Burgess for good?
~~~

So Mistress P surprised me with some new insight into herself today and I'm passing it along to you.

Have a great weekend!

Serena

Friday, February 5, 2016

The Key is to Blend...


“DJ, of course.”

“Ridiculous, it needs to be live music…something slow and sexy.”

“That is what Sunday is for.  Saturday night needs to be dance music, perhaps techno, and that cannot be created by some sappy band.”

Penny continued to stare at the finely-dressed llama, loathing to admit that he had a point.  A gay bar with a Saturday night dance club would probably draw patrons better than catering to the BDSM crowd who would spend more time in the upstairs dungeon anyway.  Her loathing had more to do with the Domme in her who hated to give in to anyone, but if they wanted Haven to succeed she needed to bend.

“…besides, the lifestylers will be hanging around upstairs anyway.”

Annnnnd, the nail on the head.  “You’re right.  A dance club makes more sense on Saturday night.  Slot that as a DJ night.”

She watched as Whit made notes in his Haven ‘to do’ binder, then reached for the paper next to him.  “Now, how about the flyers,” he said, setting the colorful paper in front of her.

Welcome to Haven!

Come to play with Liza, Freddy and Ziggy, plan to stay for the delights of the flesh.  Dominate your senses and submit to the feasts that surround you.

Get your pride on!

Open: Thur. thru Sun 2 p.m. to 2 a.m.

Penny looked the sheet over and smiled at the picture.  “I can totally see Lamar eagerly posing as Lola, but how did you get Jamie to agree?”

“Ha, that was easy, I found a beefy hunk to model with Lola instead.  Jamie quickly changed his tune…and growled, loudly.  It was kind of funny, he totally shocked both himself and Lola.”

Penny smiled, “that boy is far more alpha than he realizes when it comes to Lamar/Lola.  I love it.  And I love the flyer.
Are you going to rainbow color the paper?”

“Absolutely, but are you sure you don’t want anything more about the BDSM club upstairs?”

“Nope, those in the lifestyle will know but what we have there, plus we have a large network around the state, so word has already been put out about the opening.” Penny stood and straightened her dress.  “We’ll want to have a sub at the door to direct patrons to the correct areas, though.”

“Agreed.”

“I think we’re ready, Whit.”

“We are.  The final decorating will be done this week and then next week we can open.” 

Whit fidgeted just slightly, but still enough for Penny to witness his discomfort.  “Was there something else Whit?”

“Yes, well, one more time, are you okay with putting these flyers out, outside of Talbot’s Peak?”

“I am.  It’s time we brought in fresh blood.  Limiting ourselves to shifters only will put a large bullseye on our town.  The key is to blend.”

“Then blend we shall…”
~~~
Just a peek this week to see how renovations were coming along for Mistress P and Whit's new place.

Have a wonderful weekend!

Serena

Friday, January 29, 2016

Haven...

Haven

“Excuse me.”

“Shh… mmm…” Penny held up one finger to silence the infidel who dared interrupt her on the last few pages of the most awesome of books.

“…and they fucked happily until dawn when the terrorists charged the ramshackle shack and the boys were forced to run…”

“Ohmygawd, Lamar you slippery snake!”  She slammed the book closed and down onto her desk and looked up at the Thin White Duke before her. “Hello there.”

Penny momentarily forgot her frustration with Lamar and his love of cliffhangers when she got a look at the boy before her.  Okay, man rather.  Though man he might be, he gave off a flavor of submissive boy in need of a good Domme, or Dom, depending on his bent.

“Yes, hello, could you point me in the direction of one Mistress Penelope, please?”

“You’re in luck, Stardust, I’m her.”

“Ah, another fan.  There may be hope for this town after all.  The name's Whit.”

So proper, the Mistress in her thought. Something she’d enjoy working out of him at the end of her whip.

“Hello Whit.”  She reached for his extended hand.  His shake was firm, but the skin quite soft.  The rest of his skin would likely be just as soft, a perfect canvas for the varying shades of red she’d like to give him.  “What can I do for you?”

“A common acquaintance, Lola, suggested I talk to you about an idea I have been contemplating should I decide to stay in this lovely town.”

“Hmm, if Lola suggested it, I can’t wait to hear your idea,” Penny purred, hoping this would lead to a bit of playtime for she, Burgess, Danny, and this new call cup of water. “He always seems to think he knows just what I’m considering, before I even consider it.”

“Well, good then.”  Penny watched as Whit slid back into the chair and laying his overcoat across his crossed legs.  “You see, this town appears to be lacking a place for the homosexual population to get our bent on, though Lola implied there were not a large number of gays who actually lived here.”

“That’s true.”

“Lola also implied that there was quite a bdsm following in town and that you, Mistress P, were the one to talk to about the possibility of combined the two and possibly creating a bit of a haven for both bents?”

Lamar, you sneaky snake…
, she thought before smiling at the proper boy before her.  “Stardust, it appears Lola, or Lamar as I’m sure he introduced himself…”

“He did.”

“…was reading my mind, because I have been working on an idea for a bdsm club of sorts and you just gave it the perfect name.  Haven.”


###

Whit smiled at the gorgeous and colorful shifter before him, while approving of the name she’d put out there.  It was perfect.

“So it seems, Whit, that you should be a part of this adventure with me, but tell me, are you into bdsm?”

“Oh, I enjoy more than just a bit of slap and tickle with my tête-à-têtes, but my interest in Haven will be to create a place where gay men and women can go to meet and mingle.  Is there a problem with that?”

“Absolutely not, we can make this work for both our ideas.”

Whit stood as the Mistress before him did and wondered where to go next with this idea.

“How about we get some lunch and discuss the particulars.” His new partner asked.

“That sounds delightful.” 

It seemed he would be staying in Talbot’s Peak, hopefully for a good, long time.

“One question though, Stardust…”

“Yes?”

“Male or female top?”
~~~

Have a wonderfully bent weekend!

Serena