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. Tonight, I hoped to find my Daddy.

I spotted him immediately. Tyrone, the Daddy Dom all of the littles talk about. Tall, broad shoulders straining against his white shirt, and his eyes seem electrified and commanding. I also spotted the man I hoped to little for, Jack. He was a hunk of man built like a freight train, but I knew he was new to the scene, newer even than me, as proven by how his eyes darted around like a cornered animal. Tyrone was a regular at Onyx and willing to help train a new Dom. Jack was new, raw potential that got my libido going like no other man I had ever seen before. 

My long, blonde hair was pulled into two cascading pig-tails that begged to be pulled and accentuated my big, innocent eyes with light eyeliner. I wore a simple, baby-doll dress, the epitome of a little girl. I was looking between Jack and Tyrone, a hopeful, searching look that hopefully tugged at one of them to choose me.

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

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

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

Tyrone gave Jack a nod, signaling him to come over. He 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.”

He swallowed hard, causing his Adam’s apple to bob sexily, his eyes wide. I could tell he hadn’t expected to get thrown into the deep end so quickly. “Uh, hi, Maddie,” he stammered.

I gave him a sweet smile. “Hello, Jack.”

I’m sure everyone near us could feel the tension radiating from us. I knew taking on a Daddy who was new to the scene would be difficult, but I knew Tyrone was an excellent mentor. He wouldn’t let Jack fail, which meant he wouldn’t let me get hurt. We 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 then turned to Jack. “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.”

Jack nodded, brows furrowed in concentration. “So, how do I…start?”

Tyrone gestured toward me as I watched them 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.”

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

I bit my lip, his nerves filling me. I searched his eyes,, 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.

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

“Good,” Tyrone said, stepping back to let Jack 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.”

He looked at Tyrone for a split second, a flash of panic in his eyes that didn’t settle with me, then turned back to look at me. “Okay…well, I…I think it’s important that you always tell me the truth. And…and that you listen to me.” he paused, gathering his thoughts. “And that you’re honest about your limits. If something makes you uncomfortable, you need to tell me.”

I nodded, my expression softening to help encourage him to be more confident. “I can do that, Daddy.” The word slipped out, tentative and hopeful.

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

The look on Tyrone’s face let me know he thought we were doing a good job. Jack had the heart, the willingness to learn, and the capacity for genuine care. He just needed a little push and guidance. When our conversation found a natural pause, Tyrone clapped Jack 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 his eyes, so I quickly answered, trying to relieve some of the stress in his eyes. “No Sir, but I’ve always wanted to try it with my Daddy.”

I bit my lip, my gaze darting between Tyrone and Jack, lingering on Jack’s lips. I was intrigued, and they could tell. “I…I suppose we could try,” Jack 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?”

I responded breathlessly. “Yes, Sir.”

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

“Red is stop. Yellow is slow down,” I said, my voice clear and confident.

“Good girl,” he praised. I felt the joy of being praised wash over. Yes, it was from Tyrone and not Jack, but I hoped that Jack would pick up on the praise I so desperately desired. “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, Jack carefully secured my wrists to the chaise lounge. He was hesitant, unsure of the pressure to apply.

“Too loose, Jack,” Tyrone corrected gently. “But not too tight. You want her contained, not injured. Feel the leather, feel her skin, and find the sweet spot.”

He adjusted the restraints, his brow furrowed in concentration. I watched him, my eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and encouragement.

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

He hesitated again. “I…I want you to be still,” he finally stammered, confusing me. I didn’t understand what he meant by be still. I was tethered to the lounger.

“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.

He 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 Jack’s tone and expression. I felt a spark ignited in me. I respond to confidence. “Good,” Tyrone said, nodding approvingly. “Now, Maddie, how does that make you feel?”

“Excited,” I purred, my voice laced with a hint of challenge.

Tyrone stepped back again, allowing Jack to take the lead. He looked at Tyrone questioningly, but he simply nodded, urging Jack forward. This was his test.

Jack leaned down, his face close to mine. I could feel and smell his sweet breath wash across my face. “You’re mine for the next hour. You will obey my commands, and you will enjoy it.” I squirmed in my restraints and nodded. “You will answer me in words. You will call me Daddy and Tyrone Sir. We will play together tonight.”

I could still tell that he was nervous about being alone, but he was ready to start on his road to becoming my Daddy. Jack ran the show with verbal cues and direction. He directed me to where I gave each of them throat-tickling blowjobs while being tethered to the lounger. I loved having their rock hard cocks in my mouth. Their tastes were uniquely their own. My little gagging sounds as they both pounded into my mouth seemed to make Jack even harder, and when he pulled out of my mouth, precum was dripping from his cock. He smeared it on my lips so I could taste him. I darted out my tongue and licked it up. 

I loved being tied down to the lounger being treated like a little slut by both of them. Jack must have felt what I wanted and asked for direction about the suspension cuffs and how best to use them. Tyrone showed him how to use a similar tension on these restraints as before, but once my wrists are restrained, he can hook them on the suspension bar. He showed him how to use this position as a power play move. I can’t move; I just feel what they give me. 

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

Jack sent Tyrone to my ass and directed him to treat my ass like he would a beautifully made dessert and to take what he wanted. He told me to take all the pleasure they were about to give me, but I wasn’t allowed to cum until he said so or there would be a spanking. 

They both knelt to the floor. Tyrone in back and Jack in front. Jack spread my legs wide and licked me from taint to clit. Tyrone did the same, but in reverse. They both ate me to their heart’s content. Jack’s masterful tongue and all of the sensations from Tyrone in the back had pushed me to the edge of a huge orgasm, but I was trying hard to hold on. I wanted to be Jack’s good girl, but I was pushed to my breaking point when Jack put two fingers into my soaking pussy. I came so hard I squirted. I wanted to cry. I hadn’t followed Jack’s rules. I was going to get a punishment, but I wasn’t sure if the punishment wasn’t worth it. I had never squirted before. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever felt.  

They both stood. I didn’t follow the directions set forth by my Daddy. Jack knew that I needed gentle punishment, so he 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,” I said obediently. He swatted my ass softly at first, but picked up intensity as he progressed through all 10 swats. By the end of the punishment, I was mewling like a cat in heat and my bare ass was stinging.

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

Jack gave me a cocky grin that made Tyrone’s cock twitch inside of me. I could feel him just as much as I could feel Jack. “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.” He kissed me gently and then started rocking my body between them, sliding themselves in and out at different intervals, their cocks meeting through my body in just the right spot to make me moan loudly and dig my nails into my palms. 

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

Tyrone and Jack fucked me until I was hoarse from screaming their names. My last orgasm rocked me so much that I lost consciousness and my muscles squeezed them so tight that they both exploded inside me. Tyrone rested my head on Jack’s shoulder and pulled out. The loss of his cock inside me made me whimper softly. Then he released my hands from the suspension bar and placed them around Jack’s neck. He sat, still lodged inside of me, on the lounger. I felt sated and more secure in my place in this club and in this lifestyle.

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

I could hear the thrumming beat of Onyx through the door as Jack 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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