Positions, Excerpt from The Lodge

Dominant women making submissive men hold positions seems to be a common theme in my books. I suppose that's no accident. That's a hot fantasy to imagine, choosing to obey a command to hold to an uncomfortable position from a woman who, meanwhile, is exercising free range of movement. I must not be the only one. My friend, Mistress Lilyana, who authors an excellent blog, told me her post on positions is one of her most popular. You can find that here:

http://www.mistresslilyana.com/2009/06/about-week-ago-in-my-favorite-fetlife.html

 

The Lodge is an exotic dance club where patrons have the option of paying double price for admission with a collar instead of a wristband. The entertainers carry leashes and target collar boys for double price dances, which these men get to view from their knees. To briefly set up this excerpt. Paul has become a valued regular to his favorite dancer, Destiny. He arrives one night and Destiny isn't there. He purchases a wristband, not wanting to be clipped by another dancer, but disappoints Destiny by showing too much zeal at a night off her collar, particularly making the mistake of hounding a cocktail waitress, Angela, into dancing for him.

 I’m going to teach you a couple of positions.” She sat down and Paul knelt in front of her. “The first we will simply call ‘The Position.’ If I say ‘assume the position’ or if I snap my fingers or if I simply give you a look that says I mean business all of that will mean I want you in this position.” She took her paddle off her hip and moved it between his knees. “First spread them.” Paul inched his knees apart until Destiny nodded. “Now clasp your hands behind your back.” She stood up and moved behind him. “Get your butt up off your legs.” Paul obeyed, though he shuddered at the vulnerability he felt as Destiny touched the paddle to his backside. She moved back around and touched the paddle to his shoulder. “Bend slightly over.” She sat down and crossed her legs. “Now head up and look at me.” Paul craned his neck up and met her gaze. She smiled. “There. That’s exactly how I want you. Take a moment to memorize it.”

            Paul considered his exact position. The feel of his body, the way his quads strained slightly keeping his butt off his legs, the slight tension in his neck from being bent forward with his head up. The acute vulnerability of having his cock and balls hanging fully exposed as Destiny’s heel swung in the air in front of them. “Now unless I say ‘at ease’ or make it clear that you have permission to relax or give another order, this is how you’ll spend the evening. I’ll be inviting the other entertainers in and displaying you to them. If I catch you covering up, I’ll be disappointed in you.” She gave this a moment to sink in, that she and Angela would not be the only women invited into the room. Paul felt a horror and resignation pass over his face that Destiny appeared to notice and enjoy.

            “Position two: Present.” She got up and moved behind him. “Touch your cheek to the floor and get your butt in the air.” Paul obeyed, but she caught him sneaking his knees together and admonished him. Paul moaned as he spread his knees with Destiny just behind him. “I know, it’s very humiliating, but is it much different from positions we’re in while we dance? Get used to it while it’s just me and you, because the entertainers who danced for you last week are all going to see you like this.”

            “Destiny, please, I’m so sorry. Will you please not do this?”

            “Paul, I’m simply making demands and you are capitulating to me. You may have your clothes back and exchange my collar for a wristband at any time. You just have to say. Otherwise, I expect obedience. Are we clear?”

            “Yes, Ma’am.”

When creating this fictional exotic dance club, I tried to include elements of realism, with some club rules and with a focus on the dancers' income. I also took some liberties. So would there really be a club where dancers could take men into the champagne room and strip them naked? Yes! It's called The Lodge, and it's the setting of a femdom novel by Gregory Allen. The Lodge is available in print and as an Ebook at the Pink Flamingo website. The Ebook is available at amazon and other Ebook retailers. Thank you for reading!