The bass thrummed in my chest, a familiar rhythm in a new place. Onyx, the Dom/sub club, was a new sanctuary for me. Tonight, the air crackled with a different kind of energy. A nervous energy. I spotted him immediately. Tyrone, my mentor for the night. Tall, broad shoulders straining against his white shirt, and his eyes seem electrified and commanding. He was a regular at Onyx and willing to help train a new Dom. 

Then I saw her. Maddie. Twenty, maybe, with a cascade of blonde hair that begged to be pulled and big, innocent eyes. She wore a simple, baby-doll dress, the epitome of a little girl. And she was looking between me and Tyrone, a hopeful, searching look that tugged at something deep within me.

“Lost, little one?” Tyrone asked, his voice a low rumble that always seemed to get a reaction from those around him.

Her cheeks flushed pink. “I… I’m looking for someone,” she whispered, her gaze flickering to me and back to Tyrone. “Someone to… guide me.”

I understood perfectly. Someone to take control, to provide structure and safety in this chaotic world of desire. A Daddy.

Tyrone gave me a nod, signaling me to come over. I hesitated, then moved with an awkward grace.

“Jack,” Tyrone said, his tone calm but carrying authority. “This is Maddie. She’s looking for a Daddy.”

I swallowed hard, my eyes wide. I hadn’t expected to get thrown into the deep end so quickly. “Uh, hi, Maddie,” I stammered, wanting to hit myself for not being more like Tyrone.

Maddie gave me a sweet smile. “Hello, Jack.”

I’m sure everyone near us could feel the tension radiating from me. This was a challenge, and I hoped Tyrone wouldn’t let me fail. Maddie deserved the best and I  had the potential; I just needed a little guidance.

“Why don’t we go somewhere a little more private?” Tyrone suggested, leading us towards one of the smaller playrooms.

He led us to one of the club’s private rooms, locking the door behind us. The room was sparsely furnished with a plush velvet chaise lounge, a few strategically placed restraints, and a low table with various implements. Maddie’s breath hitched, and I looked around, even more nervous.

“Relax,” he said, his voice gentle. “This is a learning experience. For both of you.”

He turned to me. “A Daddy Dom isn’t just about control, Jack. It’s about responsibility, about creating a safe space where your little can explore her desires without fear. It’s about knowing her limits and pushing them gently, always with her well-being as your priority.”

I nodded, my brow furrowed in concentration. “So, how do I…start?”

Tyrone gestured toward Maddie, who was watching us with wide eyes. “You always start any new Dom/sub relationship the same way, by asking her what she needs. Not what she wants, but what she needs to feel safe and cared for.”

I took a deep breath and turned to Maddie. “Maddie, what…what do you need?”

She bit her lip, her eyes searching mine, then looked to Tyrone, the more confident of the two. “Maddie, Jack is learning and may be nervous now, but he will warm up. Answer him,” he said firmly.

Her timid answer made me grin. “I…I need to feel protected. And…and I need rules. Structure. I need to know what’s expected of me.”

“Good,” he said, stepping back to let me take the lead. “Now, tell her what kind of rules you’re comfortable with. Tell her what you expect from her, and what she can expect from you in return.”

I looked at him for a split second, a flash of panic in my eyes, then turned back to Maddie. “Okay…well, I…I think it’s important that you always tell me the truth. And…and that you listen to me.” I paused, gathering my thoughts. “And that you’re honest about your limits. If something makes you uncomfortable, you need to tell me.”

Maddie nodded, her expression softening. “I can do that, Daddy.” The word slipped out, tentative and hopeful.

A flicker of something ignited inside me. A spark of confidence, of understanding. I was getting it. Tyrone stepped back and watched as we continued to talk, I slowly took the reins, my voice gaining strength and conviction. I asked her about her boundaries, desires, and fears and listened intently, my gaze unwavering. Maddie blossomed under my attention, her shyness melting away, replaced by a radiant trust. She told me about her need for praise, affection, and gentle discipline.

The look on Tyrone’s face let me know he thought I was doing a good job. I had the heart, the willingness to learn, and the capacity for genuine care. I just needed a little push and guidance. When our conversation found a natural pause, Tyrone clapped me on the shoulder. “Welcome to being a Daddy Dom, Jack. Now let’s play some before I need to leave. Have you played with restraints, either of you?”

The uncertainty was back in my eyes, but Maddie’s quick answer caught me off guard. “No Sir, but I’ve always wanted to try it with my Daddy.”

Maddie bit her lip, her gaze darting between Tyrone and me. She was intrigued, I could tell. “I…I suppose we could try,” I stammered, nervous again to try something new.

“Think of it as an opportunity to learn,” Tyrone said, his voice firm but laced with a playful edge. “Maddie, would you indulge us?”

Her response was breathless. “Yes, Sir.”

He gestured towards Maddie. “Maddie, tell Jack about your safe words.”

“Red is stop. Yellow is slow down,” she said, her voice clear and confident.

“Good girl,” he praised. I felt something like awe and jealous at his praise. That was my job to praise her. “Now, Jack, the key is always to be aware. Watch her body language, listen to her tone, and never push past her limits unless she explicitly allows it.”

He picked up a soft leather restraint and held it out. “Let’s start with something simple.”

Under his direction, I carefully secured Maddie’s wrists to the chaise lounge. I was hesitant, unsure of the pressure to apply.

“Too loose, Jack,” he corrected gently, near my ear to avoid bringing Maddie into the conversation. “But not too tight. You want her contained, not injured. Feel the leather, feel her skin, and find the sweet spot.”

I adjusted the restraints, my brow furrowed in concentration. Maddie watched me, her eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and encouragement.

“Better,” he acknowledged. “Now, Jack, tell her what you want.”

I hesitated again. “I…I want you to be still,” I finally stammered, a little lamely.

“No, Jack. Tell her what you want and what you need from her at this moment. Be assertive,” Tyrone said in a commanding voice, exemplifying what he meant.

I took a deep breath. “Maddie, I want you to be still. I want you to focus on me. I want you to feel my control.”

There was a subtle shift in Maddie’s expression. A spark ignited in her eyes. She was responding to my confidence.

“Good,” he said, nodding approvingly. “Now, Maddie, how does that make you feel?”

“Excited,” she purred, her voice laced with a hint of challenge.

He stepped back again, allowing me to take the lead. I looked at him questioningly. He simply nodded, urging me forward. This was my test.

I leaned down, my face close to Maddie’s. “You’re mine for the next hour. You will obey my commands, and you will enjoy it.” Maddie squirmed in her restraints and nodded. “You will answer me in words. You will call me Daddy and Tyrone Sir. We will play together tonight.”

I was still unsure of myself and wanted Tyrone’s guidance, even though we were both in the Dominant mindset. He had me run the show with verbal cues and direction. I directed them to where Maddie gave each of us throat-tickling blowjobs while being tethered to the lounger. Her little gagging sounds as we both pounded into her mouth made me rock hard, and when I pulled out of her mouth, precum was dripping from my cock. I smeared it on her lips so she would taste me. Her tongue darted out and licked it up. 

Since she seemed to like being tethered, I  asked for direction about the suspension cuffs and how best to use them. Tyrone showed me that I was to use a similar tension on these restraints as before, but once her wrists are restrained, I can hook them on the suspension bar. He showed me how to use this position as a power play move. She can’t move; she just feels what I give her. 

I asked Maddie about her soft and hard limits when it came to spankings and anal sex. She was willing to do anal, but needed to be slowly brought into spankings. She preferred praise over punishment. Tyrone stepped in and assured her that there was a difference between punishment spankings and erotic spankings. She agreed to make it a soft limit until she’s experienced it. 

I knew that Tyrone mostly dominated men, so I sent him to her ass. I directed him to treat her ass like he would a beautifully made dessert and to take what he wanted. I told Maddie to take all the pleasure we were about to give her, but she wasn’t allowed to cum until I said so or she would be spanked. 

We both knelt to the floor. Tyrone in back and I in front. I spread her legs wide and licked her from taint to clit. He did the same, but in reverse. We both ate our good girl to our heart’s content. I pushed Maddie to her breaking point when I put two fingers into her soaked pussy. She came so hard she squirted. I felt bad at first because I caused her to lose control. I pushed her past her limits. But then I remembered the first lesson Tyrone taught me about orgasm restraint. If they cum without permission, they are to be punished, even if I think I might have overstepped the mark. But that if I do feel this way, the punishment should be light and something that the little can handle. 

We both stood. She didn’t follow the directions set forth by her Daddy. I knew that she needed gentle punishment, so I said, “Maddie, for breaking the rules, you will receive 10 swats on your ass, 5 on both sides. Do you consent and understand?”

“Yes, Daddy. I came without your permission. I understand my punishment,” she said obediently. I swatted her ass softly at first, but picked up intensity as I progressed through all 10 swats. By the end of the punishment, she was mewling like a cat in heat and her bare ass was beautifully pink.

I directed Tyrone that we were going to fuck her simultaiously. I lifted her and had her wrap her legs around my waist and Tyrone watched as I guided her onto my rock hard cock. I then told Tyrone to enter her ass. He lubed up and slid into her tight little bud. She groaned, “Daddy, I feel so full.”

I gave her a cocky grin that made Tyrone’s cock twitch inside of her. I could feel him just as much as I could feel Maddie. “I know baby girl. Now Daddy is going to rock you so you can feel both of us sliding in and out of you. You have permission to cum as many times as you need to.” I kissed her gently and then started rocking her body between us, sliding us in and out at different intervals, our cocks meeting through her body in just the right spot to make her moan loudly and dig her nails into her palms. 

Tyrone placed his hands under her hips to help guide the rhythm to show me how to make her cum over and over again in quick succession. Once we started hitting her g-spot regularly together, he reached around with one hand and started rubbing her clit in soft, slow circles. She exploded almost immediately. All of her pelvic muscles contracted, trying their best to suck our cocks dry, but we wanted so much more. 

Tyrone and I fucked Maddie until she was hoarse from screaming our names. Her last orgasm rocked her so much that she lost consciousness and her muscles squeezed us so tight that we both exploded inside her. He rested her head on my shoulder and pulled out. Then he released her hands from the suspension bar and placed them around my neck. I sat, still lodged inside of Maddie, on the lounger, feeling sated and more secure in my place in this club and lifestyle.

After a while, Tyrone excused himself, leaving us alone to explore our connection. As he closed the door, I guided Maddie in a firm but gentle voice through a simple breathing exercise. I was grounding her, reassuring her.

I could hear the thrumming beat of Onyx through the door as Maddie and I rested in each other’s arms. The bass vibrated through me, a reminder that even in the darkest corners of desire, there was always the possibility of connection, trust, and love. And sometimes, all it took was a little nudge in the right direction.

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