Lirael's laughter in the car was infectious, even though poor Mel was clueless. Simon leaned forward and must have explained why we were laughing so hard, because soon she's nodding and covering her face over what Simon is telling her.
"Well I just want to know the basics. When I've been researching online, well, it's a little confusing and overwhelming. Even reading some Erotica, I couldn't understand everything."
We snicker at that. Alyssa is the only one who's looking at the rest of us like Mel is.
"Wait... You're into BDSM, Sarina?" Alyssa asks.
"Uh.. Yeah." I say raising my eyes and looking around, slightly awkward.
Alyssa starts laughing, it bursting out as she starts to smack her leg.
"What's so funny?" I toss over my shoulder as I continue driving.
"Your brother...!" She struggles, "Thought you were soooo innocent!" She gasping for air. "We actually argued about it." She smothers her mouth and snorts. "Looks like I was right!"
She calms down and shakes her head, "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you Mel."
Simon perks up, "We should take her to the club! She'd only be a voyeur anyways!"
"No." Lirael's terse response shuts Simon's thoughts down immediately. "She needs some basic information before being subjected to all that goes on there."
"I have to agree with Lirael. We should just go over some basics. Do you know what a safe word is Mel?" I ask her.
"Um... kind of. That's the word you use if you want everything to stop, right?"
"Yes." Lirael starts, "It's the word that is supposed to end the scene because you are not enjoying it, it's making you mentally distressed and your Dom is unaware. My personal safe word phrase is 'Party's Over'. Red is the best safe word because so many use it, it's easy to remember and reminds you of a traffic light. Yellow is a safe word as well. Can you guess what it should mean?"
"To slow down, that things are about to change to red?" Mel guesses.
"Yes, it's good for that but also it tells your Dom that maybe something is wrong. For instance, you are losing circulation to extremities and maybe something needs to be loosened, but once the problem is rectified you can easily continue. Or say you've never done anal and they start playing with your ass with out prior discussing it with you and you want to know what they plan on doing. Maybe they want to just play with it, but not actually stick anything into it. Are you following me?" Lirael says, sounding like a teacher who takes her instruction with all seriousness.
"Yes. Red, stop. Yellow means we need to slow down and discuss any issues."
"Good. Now, some will have a written contract drawn up between them, stating things that are on your list or things you are willing to do, willing to try and things that are completely out of the question. I believe everyone should go over these types of things together. It makes for a more enjoyable time knowing what you are able to enjoy without asking."
"That's a great idea! I'm good with contracts." Mel's eyes brighten over the thought of something she was familiar with.
"Now a good Dom will always pay attention and check in with you if they feel they might be pushing things too far. A great Dom will push you to your limits but never make you feel the need to use a safe word." I add in.
"Sarina is right. However, if you end up having to use it, don't be too hard on your Dom either. They want to push you, punish you at times, but they have no desire to break you to the point you do not want to be a sub any more. They'll never force you to do something you don't want and if you no longer want to be their sub, it's pretty much saying you don't want to be with them anymore." Lirael informs her.
"What? Really?" Mel asks surprised.
Simon pops up, "Trust me when I say this girl, once you realize you're into the life style, it really does become a lifestyle. Even if it may stay behind closed doors, for the most part, it's still a lifestyle. Some people can give it up if they come to realize that it's not giving them what they're looking for or needing, others can't live any other way." He says it with a tinge of sadness in his tone but quickly adds, "Don't worry darlin. You seem like you will be an amazing sub." He pats her shoulder as we pull up to her neighbor hood of Mansion Park.
"Holy shit..." Alyssa exclaims quietly as we pass some beautiful homes.
"So, which one is yours?" I ask her as we continue down.
"I'm the townhome on the end right up ahead." She points and I see which ones she's talking about.
I pull up into the drive and let her know, "We'll stay here until you're inside safely. Call or text Jackson as soon as you lock up, so he knows you're home safe." I tell her.
"Thank you all. For everything tonight. I really enjoyed myself. We'll keep in touch?" She says hopefully.
"You have my number." I remind her, "Oh! My card!" I grab my purse and grab a card for her.
"Thank you. Enjoy the rest of your evening." She says before stepping out.
"Don't forget your goodies, sweetie." Alyssa hands her bag from the store earlier.
"Oh! Thank you!" She blushes and takes the bag and heads to her door as Simon climbs back up in to the second row.
We wait until she's waving and safely inside before we head back home.
"I like her." Alyssa and Simon say in unison.
We all laugh at that, before I admit, "I do too."
We make it back to my place, where Simon says good night and quickly leaves to head back to the apartment at the club. We enter the house to find Lance and Brian passed out, Richard sleeping cradled in his daddy's arms on the couch. Brian and the twins are sleeping on the floor, both curled up on either side of him, baby blankets kicked off by their feet.
Tears come to my eyes and I touch my stomach, easily being able to picture how great of a daddy Brian is going to be. Alyssa has her phone pulled out taking pictures of the twins with their uncle. Tears are spilling over her cheeks as she does so, that she quickly wipes away.
Quietly, I go to her side and whisper, "Are you okay?"
Alyssa nods, "Yes." Her voice quivers, "just reminded me of when they were first born, they'd sleep like that with, with David."
When her voice nearly broke saying my brothers name, my heart clenches and I wrap her in a hug. "It's okay to miss him."
"I know." She pushes back from me. "I'm okay. It just hits me hard sometimes with certain things." She wipes her face and starts packing up the kids things just like Lirael is. Once everything is packed up except the kids, we carefully try to extricate the kids from the guys so we can put them in their car seats.
However, the second we tried to pick up the twins, Brian woke up with a start and protectively held them next to him.
"Whoa.. Brian it's us." I whisper to him as he blinks the sleep from his eyes.
"Oh... okay." He says letting us pick the twins up and place them in their car seats.
We get the twins settled in to the car as Lirael and Lance do the same. We say goodnight and they take off before we head inside.
"So did you have a good time tonight?" Brian asks as we get ready for bed.
"I did. We made a new friend too. Her name is Melita. She's a little awkward socially but she's sweet." I tell him.
"She sounds young. How old is she?"
I laugh, "Thirty six. She's the head of the contractual law department at her company."
Brian pulls me into his arms, "Wow, was she with coworkers or something at the club?"
I laugh, "No... actually we met her at the sex shop."
"No kidding?" Brian laughs.
"Yes, she was looking for bondage items to try out with her boyfriend." I giggle, remembering her lost look.
"I bet Lirael took care of that." Brian jokes.
"Actually, I did." I inform him, wiggling my hips and lifting my chin, proudly.
Brian chuckles, nuzzling the hair behind ear before kissing it. "I'm sure she appreciates the help."
"I'm sure she will." I don't try to suppress the grin that spreads across my face imagining the look that would probably show up on her boyfriends face when she pulls those out. "Her boyfriend will probably appreciate it more so."
"So what happened with our little shadow?"
I start erupting in joyous giggles, "Oh.... you should have seen it." I start, "Alyssa told the bouncers he was touching people when they passed by him. When Lirael, Simon, AND one of the dancers named Adam said the same thing.."
"Adam? You mean Simon's ex?" Brian interjects.
I nod, "Yes, Simon's ex. Well, the bouncers decided to let Adam get him back. They blindfolded him and tied him to the chair, of his own free will. They approached him asking if he wanted to be the lucky guy to get Lady Luck's touch, he agreed."
We both scoffed at that together, "So once he was tied and blindfolded, it was a free for all for all the patrons of the club. Just no touching of the privates."
"So you guys left him being groped by a bunch of horny drunk women?" Brian raises a brow at me.
Drawing out my next words, "Well not entirely..."
"Sarina... What else did you guys do?" Brian asks sounding like a disappointed parent who knows that they're about to scold there child.
"Well, Simon, he let all the air out of his front passenger tire and added a GPS tracker to his car."
Brian chuckles, "Now, we'll have eyes on him."