No Rest For The Wicked (Black Severin vs Reina Kimura)

[DSX93]

"I have, and I do." More honesty from the masked man, shared without hesitation. And there it was, the muscles going lax. Shoulders dropping, posture getting loose...He's been in this exact same position enough times to know that her mind was following suit. That this was a prime time to act.

"I'm good with some other things too." Severin let his lips touch down on her neck. Just one peck. One quick taste. One second in time. A deliberate tease of what's to come. What exactly? And when? Not even Severin himself knew. He had no plan. But he wanted to plant that seed in Reina's mind.

"When I first came to LAW and saw the things that can happen, I had the hopes that an opportunity like this would come along." He said, continuing his massage. Completely dedicated...For the next few moments. This wasn't the most straightforward revelation: Not an outright lie, but the complete truth was packed into that one word: "Had". "Hadn't had a real chance to explore my submissive side at the time." Another full dose of honesty in that sentence. "But at the same time, I've got my goals here. And sadly, I can't reach them by laying down and taking orders." But nowadays, he's got an opportunistic mentality about matches like this. If he gets booked for one, that's great. "Not in most matches, and not even in this one, but...It's still an opportunity. It's a damn shame you're not getting the credit for this thing."

It's a perfect way for switches and people who are still figuring things out to do exactly that. He'd have to see about getting this woman in contact with Alix, if she hasn't already gotten to that. But there was something else he'd have to see about first.

He went quiet after this, just working his magic. Showing some initiative, even, getting to her arms, her back...Eventually, moving one hand away to undo this collar. As quickly and as quietly as he could. And then he brought it closer, and closer, until it was just about ready to go around her neck. And then his other hand sprang to action, slipping it on her with the quickness.

He let out a quick laugh before offering an apology. "Sorry, beautiful. I just had to."

[JingleJangle]

Severin was pretty good with his hands, so good in fact that Reina was enjoying the massage a little too much. “Mhhm-”, Reina hummed at his comment about being good, the redhead getting a little lost in the pleasant sensation of the massage, not paying much attention to his words. The next time Severin spoke though she had to make an effort to focus. The man was coming at her with full-fledged honesty, opening to her about his itches, desires and kinks and how he strived to satisfy and explore them. It was refreshing having someone with a personality like his but that was also capable of being so straightforward about what he wanted and didn’t want. As an experienced dominatrix and switch, Reina was fully aware of the fact that BDSM without a good communication was a complicated endeavor, with high risk of going somewhere that would throw the partner off, ruining the session. Getting to know what Severin expected from that encounter was good and would help the dominatrix create a better mood for that night session.

As Reina was lost in the pleasant experience that Severin’s massage was, she was unable to notice that unbeknownst to her the man was using just one hand to massage her while the other was getting rid of the collar. Before she could realize this, Severin just unlocked himself and fastened the collar on her neck. With a gasp of surprise, her hands would dart towards it making the reality of her situation sink in. Tables had turned quickly and it was her time to serve. Reina would throw a playful, scolding at Severin who was giving her a teasing apology. “You sly man…” Then she sighed, accepting her new role. “Okay, how would you have me?”

[DSX93]

Severin was pleasantly surprised at how things were going. He didn't know what to expect, but he wasn't expecting something this smooth. It was a welcome break from the harsher work he'd had to do over the last few weeks.

That was quite the question. How would he have her? His eyes ran an openly appreciative scan of that fine body that filled his mind with a smorgasbord of ideas. "You? In so many ways." He was beginning to relish that power, but he wouldn't let himself forget how quickly she was able to slip it on him.

There were so many things he could have her do. A striptease, sitting through the Fifty Shades of Grey series, maybe making a call to slip a brother a million dollars or something...And she'd have to do it. Maybe not the last one -- he suspected that that particular order would fall just shy of the edge of reason, but hey, the possibility is there.

But he wouldn't do any of that. Especially not making her -- a woman who looked like she knew how proper BDSM is practiced -- sit through fucking Fifty Shades of Grey. They weren't at war, but that would still be some violation of the Geneva Convention, probably.

No, he wanted to start this off slow. Build up to something amazing. And to that end, he'd reach into that figurative hat, fishing for one of the least caveman-brained ideas he had in it, and...Yeah, that seems like a good first step.

Severin sat back on the couch, a clap of his leather-clad thighs all but putting his command into words. And then he would. "Let's start with you taking a seat right here."

[JingleJangle]

Reina couldn’t help but chuckle when Severin threw that teasing remark towards how he would want her. That man had mostly everything to him: incredible looks, an attitude to match, itches to be a switch and a good sense of humour. Yes, that was going to be a pretty good night. Also, there was the fact that despite having wanted to keep her dominance for longer, now Reina was curious about what that man would do now that she was in control until she managed to slip out of that collar. It was at that moment when Severin sat back on the couch and tapped against his own leather-clad thigh, making his first command a simple but interesting one: sit on his lap. “Right away.”

As someone too much into dominating roles, Reina had grown used to knowing how to differentiate between a good sub and a mediocre one. This ability was honed in multiple BDSM sessions with different partners, some of them turning out great and some of them being a little mid. This ability also helped the redhead when switching roles, knowing well how to obey because she would just comply with commands just as she would have liked having her commands obeyed. That’s how she made a small show of setting her curves against Severin, sitting on his lap and leaning backwards so her back would be against his chest, reaching back with her arm to rest her hand against his cheek in an almost tender move, looking back to him with the corner of her eye. “So, you were telling me how you intend to scratch that dominant itch of yours, but you never detailed that… Tell me how you intend to dominate me…”, she said while putting so much silent intensity in her words, eager to please Severin.

[DSX93]

Her quickness to obey was such that it was brow-raising. It was a simple order, yeah. But he figured a woman with such a sheer aura of dominance would put up some sort of resistance to even that. Hey, not that he was complaining. His arms opened up to receive her, to wrap around and get her cuddled up even closer. His brown eyes locked onto hers, as much to establish that sense of intimacy that he was used to -- and preferred -- as it was a means to watch her. Of course, it wouldn't catch everything, but he's grown adept at picking up on these little things that go on inside of them, that could tell a person what to expect, or at least serve as some warning, if they just paid attention.

That gentle touch to his cheek was threatening to distract him, though. He wondered if she was seeing into him like he was beginning to see into her. Or at least, he felt like he was beginning to see into her. And hear into her. His playful side was trying to find a way to take her request as a command so he could punish her for it. It was there in her choice of words -- "tell me how you intend to dominate me" -- but the delivery made it impossible to him. It was so much less uppity and defiant, and more eager to learn about what was about to be done to her.

It made him think: They might be the same kind of switch. Just coming from opposite ends. And suddenly, the idea of being locked in here with her for an entire twenty-four hours has just gotten a lot more interesting. He was really looking forward to how the remaining twenty-three and however many minutes they had left were gonna go, if that were true.

"Truth be told, not even I know, entirely." An admission like that, when reaching the ears of any sane submissive -- at least, in his self-critical opinion -- ought to serve as the death knell of a session. Why trust the guy with running the show when he doesn't have a plan? Yet, the words came out of Severin's mouth without the slightest hint of apprehension. And then there would be more that ran the risk of making things real awkward..."I've got a girlfriend." All spoken with that same sense of ease. "We both do Hentai, so no need to worry about the morality of this." He made sure to clarify. "Bringing my dominant side to a match -- against other women is...a little weird. Not in a bad way; it's in that sense that you're figuring things out all over again, every time. Unless it's a rematch, but yeah." There were no tremors in his voice here. "It's fun, though." Nothing to suggest that he felt like he was in over his head, consciously or no. Oh, no. In fact..."I've got the general gist of what I wanna do to you."

Severin let that last sentence hang in the air for a beat. Let the words seep in and settle in the brain. He'd let Reina draw some of her own conclusions of what that meant or might mean. "If I'm gonna Dom somebody, I'm gonna wanna know more about her than her name, so let's start there."

[JingleJangle]

Reina was one who knew the game and how to play it. She had been in a dominant role uncountable times and in the switch role a fair amount of them. She knew what turned her on about both roles and how to get to know what turned her partners on. Her happy disposition to quickly obey Severin’s first order was aimed at making him feel confident. Knowing that the man was new into the switch experience, Reina hoped to give him chances to explore what he wanted from his dominant side, but when directly asked it looked like the man needed more clarification, someone to guide him during his experience. In a regularly booked match this could have bothered Reina. After all when someone is pitted against a rival they don’t know for just a limited time they have to get to the point, but time was something they had in spades that day. Also, helping getting someone into BDSM was some objective she could allign with.

First of all Reina would turn in her position so instead of resting against Severin’s body she was straddling him. It was about making eye contact in order to better convey her message. “Well, you’re not wrong. Sharing a BDSM session with a new partner always has a part of figuring things out, but there’s something even before that. Before you can even start getting into the role you have to look inside and examine yourself, see what do you expect from your acting as a dom. That presents some questions only you can ask like ‘What turns you on of being a dom?’ ‘How would you act with your sub?’ and such. Everyone has their kinks and turnons and the thing with switches is that not always the things you can enjoy as a sub are the ones you would try replicating as a dom.”

Reina remained silent for some seconds, looking at Severing to let that information sink in since it could be too much all of a sudden. “Think of it this way: how can make someone enjoy serving if you don’t know how do you want to be served?” For some time, Reina forgot about the collar and about the match since she wanted to make her lesson clear. “No one has the answers for that but you, so look inside, then take a look at the, pardon the lack of modesty, smoking hot leather-clad redhead in front of you…” while saying this Reina would struck a pose on top of him, running her hands along her curves, “… and think what would you like doing to her, what would you like her doing, how would you like to make her yours for the night. That would give you insight on who you are as a dom. Maybe you’re a soft, caring dom, maybe you’re a strict master? There are lots of options there, and each dom is a different world. So before you even get to know about me as a sub, and believe me you will know a lot, let me ask this: Who are you as a dom, Severin?”, she finished with an inquiring look to her, trying to ease him into answering.

[DSX93]

Severin made no moves to stop Reina when she shifted back to straddling him. From a pragmatic standpoint, it was better that way; she would've had to be either desperate or a ninja to try to slip that collar off and back onto him from this position. The downside? She wasn't as close to him anymore. That poked at the cuddlebug in him some. But it looked like she had something crucial to say.

Reina was making some excellent points there. Made him think, but the truth of the matter didn't take long to come to him. The main thing that turns him on about being a dom is turning his sub on. The power is nice, though, mainly in the mental game. It was a very simple appeal: Bringing the opponent under his sway through sheer force of personality and simply being that sexy. Simple, but an absolute thrill for the man who hadn't thought it possible before he went and did it in a match. But ultimately? It was another way for him to give.

Even as a dom, his opponent's pleasure is a priority for him. He doesn't like the idea of taking from an opponent that doesn't enjoy being taken; he's not an animal.

How does he want to be served? He hadn't thought much about that. But he does like a simple trade. He likes plays to his ego. He likes worship. Praise. Being told who owns that ass. Be good to him, and he'll be good to you.

Is...Is that boring? That sounds boring. It's never been an issue for him thus far, but what about the long term -- oh, hello!

The rightly self-proclaimed "smoking hot leather-clad redhead" provided an excellent distraction. And he couldn't help himself. He ran his hands along those same curves, just behind hers, letting her decide where they went. He had to feel her, and he didn't really care that it betrayed just how far he leaned towards the submissive side of the deal.

When she asked him who he was as a dom, he had an answer ready. Or at least, he had the gist of one. He took a moment to consider his words. And hers. She was speaking from a superior level of experience that he was grateful for. "I like to be kind when I can. Maybe play around a bit here and there, but I like to make it a fair deal. You do good by me, I do good by you." One hand would glide up towards her neck, squeezing with measured pressure at the sides. Enough to communicate that he means business. "I'm not a total softie, though." And with a playful, challenging smirk, he'd continue, "Decide to get uppity, and you'll learn all about that."

He's still figuring himself out, but that's his gist.

[JingleJangle]

Reina let herself comfortably rest on Severin’s lap, content with her role as a sub for the moment and given the circumstances. In any other situation she would have tried distracting Severin in order to get that collar out and regaining the upper hand, but in some way seeing the man’s plight to understand himself as a dom was something Reina could empathize with. The redhead would think of her first times playing the dominant role, some years back now, and knew of the challenges and difficulties one faced when not having a guide. Helping someone out built the BDSM community and helped sending a positive message towards its practice, so she was doing her best so that man would finish that day as a convinced dom.

Hearing how Severin stated how he wanted to be nice to her got a smile in Reina’s face. Of course most of people wanted to start by doing softer dom and that was completely understandable. No one wanted to hurt a partner or throw them off with their actions and some kinder type of dominance was just what most tried for their first time. Then came a surprise. Just when Reina was about to give a remark, Severin decided to spice things up and grow bolder, showing how he wanted to be kind but also had a liking for being rough. He would get his hands around Reina’s neck, applying just enough pressure for air to be a little harder to get, which got a pant of excitement out of Reina. “Oooh, is Master going to be rough with me if I’m a bad little sub??”, she asked in between ragged breaths, full of excitement with a raised eyebrow of honest interest, encouraging Severin to explore deeper.

[DSX93]

Oh, yes! She was loving this already, and Severin was loving it in turn. It was such a simple thing, choking. But it was so consistently effective. It never gets old, on either side of it. Playing with the control of the very air you breathe -- it was so elevating.

"You're damn right." He took a moment to savor her reaction. It was real. Those eyes, they weren't telling any lies. Too much light in them. "And the way that mouth was running just now; you seem to think that you could handle it." A silent nod would be his acceptance of her challenge, and just like that, the game was on. His heart was starting to race, already. His own mouth had written a check, now he had to cash it.

But first, "Tell me about yourself. I wanna know what you to like to do. What you like to have done to you. And I want you to look me in the eye. No lies. No half-assing with the details. Assume that I will know, and that I will not be pleased." He shot Reina a practiced "defy me if you dare" look. Something he put some real effort into, knowing that your presence -- your aura -- was the powerful thing here, rather than an exact choice of words.

Did it work? Sometimes. Keira likes to be on top, so sometimes it would be a battle of wills.

[JingleJangle]

Reina let out a long, excited moan when Severin finally released her neck and fresh air went freely inside her throat. It was half a show of excitement and half a wimper, almost a petition to be choked a little more. The redhead nodded at the man’s remarks about her being capable of handling it. Well, he knew nothing of what she could handle yet. And speaking of the devil, Severin’s next command was for her to talk about her kinks and desires, what turned her on from BDSM situations, and as some sort of statement he looked at her with a “no bullshit” face, almost threatening her to defy him, something she wasn’t going to do, at least for the moment.

The redhead made a show of looking at Severin in the eye, following his instructions, and then she talked. “Oh, make no mistake, I never fool around with this. When I speak in a session my word is absolute…”, she said with a confidence that didn’t reflect how she was the sub at that point. “So, about myself, for me BDSM is all about control and discipline. When I am in control, and believe me I will be back in control, I like the feeling of controlling someone, so most of the actions and reactions I seek are about obedience and punishment: begging for stuff, asking for permission, stating who is in control… I even get to call some names like 'pet'. I just like making obedience play, giving orders to my sub like asking them to resist pleasure or even orgasm. If they comply I can be merciful and give them a nice release, if not I will edge or ruin them to oblivion.” After this, Reina would look at Severin with a sly grin on her face. “When under control I like just the same. I like knowing I’m the submissive, for my dom to make it known by verbal and physical means. I like when things get rough so don’t be afraid of disciplining me. I like being pushed to the limit, of course within reason, and since I will try finding my way to fight back I want my dom to make me know that I’m below them.” Reina’s voice would grow huskier in excitement. “I want to be put on all fours and claimed while making me beg for any release I get. I want to feel at my master’s mercy… Are you capable of doing that, Severin? Are you capable to make me your little slut for the night?” There was a hint of challenge in the question as she made it with a confident grin on her face.