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What is a duet story? The story is told twice – once from the perspective of the male sub written by Reluctant Man, and once from the perspective of the Domme written by Logan Love.

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Chapter 3 (Russell)

It wasn’t what I thought it would be though, especially with the look of attraction I had seen on her face. It wouldn’t have been the first time a woman was forward with me and invited me back to her place, but I was surprised when we went outside and instead of to our cars, she took my hand and said, “there is a little bar attached, but separate from, the BDSM club. It’s a pretty normal bar, not too crowded. I thought it might be a nice place to chat. Come on.”

I was surprised both by my own bad assumption of where we were going and that she had taken my hand. How long had it been since I had held a woman’s hand? Years surely. Probably back to junior high school or some shit. But more than that, she was leading me by holding my hand and it left me feeling a little bemused at her taking the lead with me.

We went into the little bar and she was right, it wasn’t very crowded. We went up to the bar and I ordered a Jack and Coke and I was surprised when she told the bartender, “make that two…” and before I could even react, she threw cash on the bar to pay for both drinks before leading me to a more or less private booth.Lily was unlike any woman that I had ever met before. In a way, she reminded me a little of Julie from work. Julie was very forward about her thoughts and actions working in a male dominated field as she did, but she was also a butch lesbian without a filter on her. Not someone I’d ever had interest in like the interest I had in Lily from the short time we had spent together, and it was quite different.

Lily wasn’t brash in her actions, or even rude, but she seemed quite accustomed to quietly leading and just expecting those she led, in this case me, to follow.It was a new experience for me and there was a part of me that wanted to fucking halt her in her tracks and establish my control over the situation, but I was still buzzing from the Shibari experience and she kept throwing me off balance.

We sat in the booth away from everyone and she looked at me as she took a sip of her drink, her expression a little unnerving and unreadable to me, but unwavering. I took a sip of mine to hide my reaction to those pretty eyes once again.

“Do you know what D&S is, Russell?” she asked when she brought her glass back down.

I got a little excited because I thought this WAS something I knew a tiny bit about. My home internet wasn’t working one evening the previous week and I had to call tech support for my provider.

“Yeah. I think it stands for Domain Name Server? Something to do with the way like…websites are accessed online or some shit. All I know is my DNS had to be changed last week for me to get online. It was such a pain in the ass…” I grumbled, but proud of myself that I could answer the question, though I had no idea what it had to do with anything.

Lily’s expression immediately changed to one of amusement along with her face turning red. I couldn’t quite figure out what it meant and it was almost like she was simultaneously refraining from bursting out laughing and looking at me more fondly. It took her a few moments to speak and she said something under her breath. The only word I thought I heard was “cute” but that didn’t make any sense for her to say. I must have misheard.

“Russell…no, you misheard me. Or I didn’t enunciate it well. Not DNS, but D and S, or Dominance and Submission…. Have you heard those words used together before? In a sexual context?” she asked and she was still smiling and slightly red.It was my turn to color a little. I felt out of my element. I mean, I knew what the words meant, but the way she said them seemed to ascribe more meaning to them beyond just the meaning of the words.

“The words have obvious meaning,” I said slowly, “but the way you said it makes it sound like something more than the words themselves.” I worked a blue collar job and a lot of people assumed that made me less intelligent than them. I usually ignored that, but sometimes it bothered me a little. Luckily, I wasn’t offended when Lily explained.

“You’re pretty perceptive, Russell,” she said with a warm smile for me. “It does mean more than the words themselves. Do you mind if I try to explain a little of it to you?”

“Of course not,” I replied, completely put at ease by her easy warm smile and soft tone.

“So, D&S,” she said and it almost seemed like she put extra emphasis on the ampersand this time and again suppressed a laugh, “is a type of relationship, sometimes romantic in nature, sometimes not so much, that is very different from so-called normal relationships. The biggest difference being, there’s a willing power exchange between the parties where one is given more power than normal in determining how things like sex, or even day-to-day activities, happen.”

She took a drink before she continued again. “Some people try to cheapen it and boil it down to just kinky sex, but when it is taken all together and properly, it’s SO much more. It enables relationships to be so much deeper than vanilla ones and for the people involved to trust one another much more profoundly.”

I took this in and my mind stumbled over the word ‘vanilla’ for a minute as it didn’t seem like a word that belonged in what she was saying until I thought about it for a bit in context. Previously, she had used the word ‘normal’ and this seemed to more or less have the same meaning. Vanilla was considered to be mainstream and maybe even bland in this context. I slowly nodded, trying to understand and thinking about what she said. So there was one with more power over the other with sex, and it involved kinky sex. I think I needed a little more information.

“I think I understand a little,” I said after a minute, “but can you give me an example?” I asked, genuinely curious.

Her smile deepened. “Okay. …Imagine if it was you and me. If we were in a sexual relationship.” she started and was it my imagination or had her voice gotten a bit more husky?

“And I had you tied up like I did tonight. The Hishi Karada. A chest tie. Remember how good that felt, once you calmed down?” I nodded. There were a few minutes there where it was almost blissful. “Now imagine yourself feeling like you did then, but… I’d slowly started removing your underwear. Gently caress your body, more intimately…” she finished, looking over the rim of her drink at me.

I took in a small intake of breath, not only at the picture she painted, but at the way she was looking at me. I couldn’t keep eye contact and stared down at my drink as I thought about it. I was feeling blissful in that moment of bondage.

What would it have felt like if this enchanting woman had then stripped me nude and touched my cock? All with me unable to move or stop her? Or…being able to decide when I’d had enough and it was time to bend her over and take her? I wouldn’t be able to do any such thing in that case, and I felt myself growing hard in my jeans at the thought. Why did that arouse me? I could sense her studying my face but still couldn’t meet her eyes.“I…I imagine it…it would feel pretty fucking amazing,” I finally admitted my voice low and my face heated.

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Chapter 3 (Lily)

There was a very long silence between Russell and me once I’d asked him the question. It had to be fairly evident by the look that I was giving him that this was a little bit more than some friendly invite for a drink. I’d felt something very alluring about the man since the moment I’d spotted him from the stage. Then, when he participated in the Shibari demonstration…

We paused outside, and I glanced at him, offering another smile. “There’s a little bar attached, but separate from the BDSM club. It’s a pretty normal bar, not too crowded. I thought it might be a nice place to chat. Come on.”

I was still kind of shocked by the gall I’d had to grab the man’s hand. I mean, this was typical behavior for me, sure. But typical for a twiggy, bashful as fuck, obvious as hell submissive that knew what he was getting into with me. It was not typical of me to be dragging a man over twice my size around like it was no big deal.

It occurred to me as we stood there, I didn’t have a fucking clue what on Earth I was doing, but I was going to do it anyway. I was committed at this point.

So, I dragged the gorgeous mountain man into the adjacent bar in the same abandoned warehouse building, nestled in the basement, down a flight of stairs. It was barely crowded at all, as I’d expected. All the while, I couldn’t help but notice how nice his hand felt in mine. I actually grabbed hands a lot, it was kind of a quick-and-easy way to direct a submissive to do something and was useful in Shibari demonstrations if I needed to move someone.

Tonight however, I was really noticing his hands. They weren’t super smooth hands or anything, far from it actually, rough and calloused, tanned from the sun, little nicks and marks from whatever manly shit the guy had to do for a living by the state of his body. And it wasn’t something I was very often drawn to, honestly, but the guy just had me completely enamored for some reason.

Russell waved the bartender down once we’d settled inside and ordered a Jack and Coke. I usually drank my whiskey straight, but opted to follow his lead that night, and called out to the bartender before he left us, “make that two,” and then threw cash onto the bar to pay for both of our drinks before Russell could utter a word of protest.

I could tell by the expression on the man's face that he hadn’t been expecting me to pay. It was pretty evident that he very rarely let anyone buy him anything or take care of him in any way. He was a fully capable guy who had his shit together, but I didn’t give it much thought after we received our drinks and we settled in a booth off in a private corner of the bar.

After I’d taken a long sip of my drink and realized his intense blue eyes were honed in on me again, I sat the glass back down and spoke. “Do you know what D&S is, Russell?”

Surprisingly, he got a little smile on his face for some reason. A genuine one, like I’d just brought up a topic he had knowledge in or interest in, which was a little strange, to say the least. I waited, quirking an eyebrow, curious what his response would be.

“Yeah,” he started, still with that bemused look on his face. “I think it stands for Domain Name Server? Something to do with the way like…websites are accessed online or some shit. All I know is my DNS had to be changed last week for me to get online. It was such a pain in the ass…”

He’d been rambling for certain, but I’d lost track of what he’d been saying, trying to steady myself to not burst out in a laugh, but I felt my cheeks reddening a little and I couldn’t hide the smirk on my face.

“Russell,” I shook my head, trying to recover. It had been pretty fucking funny, and I almost hadn’t had the heart to disappoint him about it. “...No, you misheard me…or I didn’t enunciate it well. Not DNS, but D and S. Or, Dominance and Submission. Have you heard those words used together before? In a sexual context?”

This time, it was Russell who looked mildly embarrassed, eyes darting away from mine elsewhere, looking lost in thought for a moment. Eventually, he turned his attention back to me. “The words have obvious meaning,” he said calmly, “but the way you said it makes it sound like something more than the words themselves.”

That had been an interesting way to put it, to say the least. My smile brightened a little and I leaned into the table, sizing him up again, taking another sip of my drink before I replied. “You’re pretty perceptive, Russell. It does mean more than the words themselves. Do you mind if I try to explain a little of it to you?”

He softened a little, leaning back in his seat and looking a little more relaxed about the situation and shook his head. “Of course not.”

I took that as my cue, also settling back against the seat, maintaining my gaze on him.

“So, D&S is a type of relationship, sometimes romantic in nature, sometimes not as much, that is very different from other so-called ‘normal’ relationships. The biggest difference being, there’s a willing power exchange between the parties, where one is given more power than normal in determining how things like sex, or even day-to-day activities, happen.”

Russell kept his attention lasered on me, taking another sip of his drink but clearly invested in what I was saying, so I continued. “Some people try to cheapen it and boil it down to just kinky sex, but when it’s considered in the right context, all together and properly, it’s SO much more. It enables relationships to be so much deeper than vanilla ones, and for the people involved, to trust one another much more profoundly.”

As it had many other times during the course of the evening, it had taken Russell a minute or two to formulate his thoughts, which I hadn’t minded. I was a pretty patient person when I needed to be, and I enjoyed his thoughtfulness about our conversation.

“I think I understand a little,” he finally spoke, nodding, “but can you give me an example?”

It was impossible to stop my smile from continuing to spread across my face. I loved the fact that he’d suddenly gotten more invested, that he was genuinely curious in what I was talking about. Maybe it had been that gut feeling in me that had assumed he would that had driven me to take the actions I had and take him to this bar.

“Okay. …Imagine if it was you and me. If we were in a sexual relationship.” Despite not actively trying to make my voice sound more alluring, the words I spoke caused a heat to rush rapidly through my body, top to bottom. My frame leaned closer towards him at the booth, eyes lowering a little, fixing my gaze. It was like my entire being was aching for him for some reason, and my words were only punctuating that desire. I couldn’t even help myself. “...And I had you tied up like I did tonight. The Hishi Karada. A chest tie. Remember how good that felt, once you calmed down?”

Surprisingly Russell nodded, his expression nearly resembling how it had been earlier in the evening when I’d bound him, like he was mildly reliving the event again. “Now, imagine yourself feeling like you did then, but… I slowly start removing your underwear… Gently caress your body, more intimately…” I barely could finish my sentence, hiding my face behind the rim of my glass but still looking steadily at him.

The small hitch in Russell’s breathing was all I needed, clearly surprised and a little aroused by what I’d just said. I could tell it in his eyes, and could almost feel how his heart must have been picking up in his chest a little. It was addictive, watching him start to unravel like this right in front of me, knowing I was the cause. This enigma of a man that I hadn’t been sure about.

I enjoyed the very lengthy amount of time it took for him to recover, trying to steady despite my intense gaze on him that hadn’t let up, and the seductive nature of my words. I knew exactly what I was doing. But the best part was that it seemed to be working far more than I initially expected it to.

“I…I imagine that it…it would feel pretty fucking amazing,” he finally admitted, his voice having dropped to nearly a whisper, face still colored.

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