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Starting With Submission || Ainsley & Tobias

Tagging: @ainsley-corcoran & @tobiaskswitch Date: Thursday, June 6th Location: Ainsley’s Suite Summary: Ainsley helps introduce Tobias to the more submissive side of their mark, touching on bondage, sensory, impact, and denial.

The only way to get past the barrier of never having experienced submission was to try it, right? Jump in and sink or swim. That was what Toby was telling himself, at lest. The scene auction had seemed like the perfect chance to find someone who didn't mind scening with a a complete newbie, and he was hoping Ainsley would be just what he needed to try out the whole submitting thing. She was experienced, enough to be almost in a claim, at least, and she knew that Toby was knew to this. He was cautiously optimistic. He showed up at her door, down the hall from his own, wearing jeans and a t-shirt and nervous that he was making some unknown mistake, but he screwed up his courage and knocked.

Ainsley had initially been hesitant about signing up for the event once she realized that she's missed much of the bidding, but one scene stood out to her in particular, and before she knew it, she'd won it. While she didn't really know Tobias, she liked the idea of helping someone ease into subbing, and when they spoke further, she found she was glad she did. He seemed interested, if hesitant, and she already had several ideas for him. When she heard the knock at her door, she was on her feet in a flash, a wide smile on her face. “Hi, come on in, Tobias.” She said, stepping aside to allow him entrance. “I know we've talked a little, but I have one or two more things I'd like to go over before we start.” Moving to the couch, she took a seat, “First, though, I'd like you to kneel while you remind me your limits and safeword, please.”

"Hey," Tobias greeted softly as he came in. He kind of ducked his head a little automatically, a long-ingrained instinct to sort of apologize for his height and appear smaller. He didn't even realize he did it. "Oh. Right." Limits. He hadn't thought about that. He got down onto his knees awkwardly, still not sure how some subs managed to make it look graceful. He had only done it a couple times before, and he still felt like he was all long gangly limbs trying to fold himself into an appropriate position. He sat back on his heels, finding a position on his knees that was fairly comfortable. "So, um... I guess limits are... uh, no blood for sure, or- what's it called, the stuff with piss.... and, um, pain is... just nothing too harsh, okay? I'm not saying it's off the table completely, but..." He couldn't help but think about that awful night in the dungeon, the nettles, the shouting of the guards, and how he'd panicked. He swallowed. "Just some minor pain, like spanking is probably okay but... Oh. And wax." Another unpleasant memory from the dungeon. "I don't want wax. Um, also public stuff? I know that's not really going to come up, since we're doing this here, but maybe also don't, like, I don't know, take pictures or something." He paused, trying to think if there was anything else he definitely wouldn't do. "I guess just... maybe don't yell or- or get mad at me, if you can? It might not matter..." Because she was a girl, she wouldn't sound like his father even if she started shouting. "I just get nervous when people shout is all." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Um, safe word... I've never had one. I should have thought of this before I came, I'm sorry. ....People do the whole red-yellow-green thing a lot, don't they? I could probably remember that."

Ainsley watched with interest as Toby awkwardly maneuvered to his knees. It was clear he was uncomfortable, but doing his best to work through it. “I can definitely work within those limits. And while I think you would make a wonderful candidate for a subject for aesthetic bondage photography, we can leave that out for now.” She quipped, a smile playing at her lips. “I think that's understandable. I'm not really much of a yeller, in general, but I will keep that in mind. I also wanted to ask about your thoughts on sexual contact. Specifically, are you okay with me touching like that knowing that we won't be having sex and that ou will not be permitted to touch me?” She asked. While she enjoyed sexually teasing boys, she had absolutely no interest in any major sexual contact. “It is a thing, yes. I actually use the stop light system myself. Green is good, yellow being slow down or I need a break, and red being a hard stop.”

Toby considered for a second, then nodded. "Yeah, I'd be okay with that. I mean, if you don't want to orgasm or whatever, I guess that's your prerogative?" He shrugged. "Anyway, I don't mind you touching me, if that's what you're asking. Have at it." He smiled and laughed a little awkwardly. Hopefully she didn't mind his dreadful attempts at covering for his own social awkwardness. "Yeah, yeah that's what I mean. Red is stop and yellow is hey wait."

"I mean, no one said anything about me not orgasming." She quipped with a smirk. "That's good to know, though. If you're a good boy for me, I have no qualms about rewarding you. And I can definitely work with that. Just know, you're both welcome and encouraged to safeword at any time." Getting to her feet, she circled him slowly, "Now, I'd like you to remove your shirts and pants and crawl into the spare room. You can leave your underwear on, for now."

When Ainsley stood, Tobias suddenly felt vulnerable, like she was stalking him. He swallowed and told himself it was fine. He wasn't going to back down. And she wasn't going to hurt him. He nodded and stood up to take off his clothes. Wait, crawl? He hadn't expected- but, no, he should have expected it, he reminded himself. He knew it wasn't a weird thing for subs to do. He'd even told them to do it, occasionally, in the few scenes he'd done as the dominant party. So he just stripped down to his underwear and got back onto the floor to crawl into the spare room. He felt kind of foolish, crawling, but he told himself that was just because it was something he hadn't done before. And it wasn't like Ainsley was laughing at him or anything, she clearly wasn't trying to make him feel foolish or stupid. So he could handle this.

Ainsley could practically see the wheels spinning in his head as she did as he was instructed. It was almost surreal, watching him struggle in the same way that she had when she had first begun to submit. But it also made her even more dedicated to making sure their scene went well for him. Once they made it into the spare room, she had him lift onto his knees once more as she came to stand in front of him, her hand reaching out to run through his hair gently. “Good boy.” She praised with a pleased smile. “To start, I thought we would try a bit of basic bondage and sensory. I'm going to blindfold you and use two different materials to bind your arms and your legs.” She explained, moving over towards her closet. “Go ahead and stand in front of the bed, legs apart and hands behind your head.”

Tobias sat back on his heels again once he got into the room, looking up at Ainsley. The hand in his hair felt nice, and he smiled softly. That was the one part of subbing that he already knew he liked, going into this. Having a pretty girl play with his hair was just so soothing. And being told he was a good boy... part of his brain wanted to reject it, feeling a little patronized, but on the other hand... it was actually kind of nice. No one ever told him he was a good anything. And it felt good to know that he was doing well, even if he still felt awkward. "Okay," he said softly, nodding, and stood where Ainsley had indicated, with his hands behind his head. He wasn't sure about the blindfold, but he'd said he'd try anything, and he meant it. It might be fun.

Ainsley chose a navy blue silk scarf to act as a blindfold, one that would let in a little light, but was still thick enough to block his vision, along with a few lengths of rope, varying in thickness and texture. They would do double duty, providing various textures in addition to limiting his mobility. Laying the ropes out of sight on the bed behind him, she stopped in front of him with the blindfold. “Alright, im going to start working, and you're not to move, understood? Now, tell me what color you're at.” She said, wanting to make sure he was still okay with what was coming next.

Tobias watched Ainsley get things out, and wondered if he should be nervous at the sight of them, but he wasn't, really. He didn't think she'd hurt him or anything. He had no idea if he'd enjoy the feeling of being tied up, but he wasn't scared of it. Unless she... well, no, she said she'd keep it simple, so it wouldn't be anything like what happened in the dungeons with the guards and the wax. "Okay," he said when she stood in front of him again. "Um, green. I'm good."

“Excellent. I'm going to bind your arms in that position, and then I'm going to do a bit of decorative knotwork around your torso and legs.” She explained as she wrapped the fabric around his eyes, securing it with a firm knot. It would be easy to remove, if necessary, but she also didn't want go too easy on him. Picking up a length of rough, thick rope, she began twining around his arms, binding them in place and letting the coarse material drag over his skin juxtaposing against the gentle smoothness of her hands as she went. Each knot was careful and secure, and she knew if he began to pull, the texture of the rope pressing against him would pair nicely with the dull throb that would accompany it. "And were done with your arms. You can see if you can find any give, but probably won't find much. Not to brag, but my knots are exemplary." She said with a grin as she picked up a smoother rope, twisting it with another length of silk, before getting started on his torso.

Everything went dark, well, mostly, and Toby found that he wasn't scared. He was actually fine. He wasn't especially turned on by it, but it wasn't bad, either. It was definitely interesting not being able to see what Ainsley was about to do, but he could still track her movements by listening. The rope that she started to wrap around his arms was rougher than he'd expected, definitely abrasive. It didn't hurt now, but he wondered if it would by the time they were done. Her hands were so gentle when she touched him, though, which he definitely liked. When she said his arms were finished, he tried to move them, pressing on the ropes, but there was no give, and all he ended up doing was making the rough material scratch his skin and the bonds squeeze painfully. He quickly stopped trying. "Yeah, I can tell," he murmured. He was actually fairly impressed. He was in beginner bondage, so he'd been learning the basics, but even without being able to see what she'd done, he could tell she was way beyond anything he'd learned.

Ainsley couldn't help the smirk that come to her face as he tested the ropes, his muscles tensing only to find that they had nowhere to go. There was something incredibly satisfying about having such a strong boy at her mercy. While she tried not to be too arrogant about it, bondage in any of its forms was one of her very favorite kinks, and she knew it showed. As she got to work on the more aesthetic knots, she made sure to let the rope and silk drag against his skin, tweaking a nipple or scratching her nails lightly over his chest. All too soon, she tied the last knot, “I know I promised no photography, and I'll stand by that, but I must say, I am a little disappointed. You look incredibly hot like this.” She commented, running the flat of her hand down his center, her fingers teasing along the hem of his underwear. “Still good, handsome? I'm going to start on your legs, and then we'll move on to the next part.”

Tobias quickly realized that a lot of this, especially the blind fold, was more about the way Ainsley was touching him. Well, making it so he couldn't move his arms was part of it too, the immobilization was definitely a factor, but as Ainsley continued, Toby realized that immobilization wasn't her only goal here. The knots she tied down his chest didn't immobilize him at all, anyway. But that wasn't the point, he realized. The point was to have to feel everything Ainsley did, because he couldn't see her, couldn't anticipate her next touch, never knew if it was going to be soft or rough or even painful, like when she pinched his nipple briefly. He might have squeaked, but only because it was unexpected. He smiled a little when she commented about how he looked. "Um. Thanks." He nodded at her question. "Yeah, yeah I'm still good." He was remarkably relaxed, actually. He liked Ainsley touching him, and the unpredictability of it made it a little more exciting.

“Good boy. You're doing amazingly.” Grinning, she snapped the band of his boxer briefs at his hip, before tugging it down a few inches. “I don't think we need these anymore, so you?” The question was definitely rhetorical as she slid them down his legs, her fingers trailing along his thighs as the fabric fell to the floor. While she wasn't necessarily attracted to him, per se, there was no denying how handsome he was and she was looking forward to see how he'd react to what she had planned for him. “Alright, Toby, no moving, understood?” She ordered, sitting back on her knees as she began to twine the next length of ribbon wrapped rope up his leg. Ainsley was sure to let the back of her hand brush against his length as she reached the apex of his thigh, pressing a light kiss to the final knot, before giving his other leg the same treatment.

Tobias smiled a little when she tugged at his underwear. He hadn't expected them to stay on long, anyway. Once they dropped to the ground, he stepped out of them so they weren't tangled around his ankles. He nodded at her order. "Yes, Miss." The next set of knots she tied were with something much softer, and thin, and flat, not a rope for sure. He couldn't be sure what it was, maybe some kind of ribbon. But it actually felt kind of nice, wrapping around him. Even though it didn't restrict his movement at all, it still felt like it was holding him, keeping him contained somehow. It was actually rather pleasant.

There was a calm, almost peaceful sort of smile on Toby's face as she got back to her feet and she took a moment just to admire her work. Reaching out, she traced along the lines of velvet ribbon on his chest, following down his midline until she reached his pubic bone. “Remember, stand still for me, Toby. Otherwise I'll have to stop touching you, and that would be such a shame when you're wrapped up all prettily like this for me, wouldn't it.” That was the only warning she gave before she began touching his cock, letting her thumb rub over his sensitive head, and stroking his shaft down to the base and back.

Toby nodded again, smiling at Ainsley's teasing. "A real shame," he agreed. Of course, he had no idea if the ropes and ribbons looked pretty or not, but he was willing to take her word for it. They felt nice enough. Not quite as nice as her gentle fingers, though. When she touched his cock, his breath hitched, and he felt it start to harden quickly. Apparently he was more turned on than he'd realized, with how readily he reacted to her touch. It was because of how vulnerable he was, he realized as she stroked him. He couldn't see her, couldn't move his hands to touch anything, and was forbidden to do anything but stand there like a decoration. It meant that any touch was a surprise.

There was something incredibly empowering in watch his body react in the smallest ways, the tending of his muscles and the sharp rise of his chest as his breath hitched. It didn't take long for her to stroke him to his full length, feeling his cock pulse against her palm. While she wasn’t overly experienced with boys, she knew enough to keep him on the tip of his toes. Her free hand darted her and there, alternating between the gentle touches from the pads of her fingers and the sharp bite of her nails. She watched his reactions carefully, not wanting to let him get too close too soon.

The way Ainsley touched him kept him guessing, never knowing what was coming, and pretty quickly he just stopped thinking and only reacted to what he felt. And it felt good. He'd never been touched like this before, just... played with. He didn't think there was another word for it. She was playing with him, touching wherever she wanted, scratching or pinching or stroking gently. And then of course there was the hand on his cock, slowly building the tension inside of him. No wonder people enjoyed this. He felt his muscles get tenser, and he wondered if she was going to make him come just like this.

There was definitely a certain kind of thrill she got from playing with him like this. Her actions were unhurried, yet unpredictable, and she made sure to read his body language, mentally making notes of what seemed to get the best reactions from him, and what didn't. As his muscles began to tense up once more, rippling under his skin as he got closer and closer, she once again mourned the fact that she wasn't able to capture the aesthetic beauty of the picture he made. And just as she felt he was getting too close, she loosened her grip, her hand coming down with a smack on his ass- not too hard, but hard enough to get his attention. “Uh, uh. Not yet, pretty boy.”

Toby jumped at the sudden slap, completely unexpected, though not actually terribly painful. Just surprising. It was enough to shock him back from the edge of orgasm, and he groaned. "Ugh, so mean." He made a face at her, or what he assumed was her direction. "But I was getting close!"

A thrill of excitement shot through her when he jumped, his face crinkling in disappointment. She couldn't have contained her chuckle at his reaction even if she wanted to- and she definitely didn't. “I know, gorgeous, but I can't make it too easy on you, can I? And don't forget your titles, Toby. Naughty boys don't get rewarded.” She drawled, her hand stroking up his shaft once more. “Besides, your ass is such a delectable shade of pink. Surly you wouldn't deny me the pleasure of relishing in my handiwork a bit longer, would you?”

Toby grimaced when she corrected him. "I'm sorry, yes, Miss," he said quickly, feeling stupid for having forgotten. He just had gotten caught up in what they were doing and had forgotten that there was anything else to think about. "I mean, I guess when you put it that way, I shouldn't deny you, Miss. And, um, I physically can't, so..."

“That's a good boy.” She rewarded him by speeding up the movement of her hand, squeezing lightly when she met his base and running her thumb over his tip working him up again. “Exactly. That would be just plain cruel. After all, you look so good, all tied up for me.” Another laugh slipped from her lips at his last comment, the hand playing in his hair giving a light tug. “No, I suppose you can't, can you? Lucky me, having such a cute boy at my mercy.”

Toby groaned as she does up, and he tried to push his hips forward into her hand, but then remembered he wasn't supposed to move. It was so hard to stay still now. "Ugh, I... Oh god. Oh god, Miss, please don't stop."

Her hand came down in a sharp smack as soon as his hips moved, a bright pink mark left in its wake. While she didn't put as much force in the action as she might've, the whole point of this was to give him a bit of a taste of everything. “I know that you can beg better that. Try again, and I'll consider letting you come.”

Tobias jumped again and yelped. Oh god, why did that make him even more aroused? And so did Ainsley's voice and her demanding tone. Holy shit, this was hotter than he'd expected. "Um. Please, Miss?" Toby tried, worried he didn't know how to beg. But it couldn't be that hard to just ask for what he wanted. "Please, Miss, I need to come, please can I come? Oh god, I'm getting so close, please, Miss?"'

Ainsley was having far more fun playing with him than she had anticipated, a grin playing at the corner of her lips when jumped again. She could see the gears turning in his head, but she wanted to drag things out just a little longer, give him a taste of denial- not to mention enhance his inevitable release. “Mm, try again, Tobias. You're a clever boy. Tell me why I shouldn't just leave you here, hard and dripping. Convince me.”(edited)

Toby groaned loudly. "Oh god. Um, because you're not evil, Miss? You're a nice person who wouldn't be so mean to me on my very first time subbing?" He was practically vibrating with the effort to stay still, even though he knew that moving wouldn't help. "God, please, Miss, I need it! I- I can't- I need it- I think if you leave me like this I'll cry!"

His indignant groan earned him another light smak, but the rest of his plea was definitely right on the mark. “That’s much better, Tobias.” Ainsley could feel his muscles straining beneath her touch, the raw power contained in his body sending a flood of satisfaction through her. “When you put it like that, I suppose it’s cruel not to make you cry your first time. And I suppose you have been a good boy for me.” She mused conversationally, speeding up her motions her free hand moving to massage his balls as she worked him over. “Alright, Toby, you may come.”

Toby jumped again, but didn't help, since he was weirdly getting used to those little slaps. They hardly hurt, they were just surprising, and left a little bit of a sting tingling his skin. He was trying to stay still, but he was moving in place anyway, flexing and tensing and pulling on the rough ropes binding his arms. They tightened as he pulled, digging into his skin in a way that was almost painful but mostly just created a tension that counter pointed the need pooling in his gut. He gasped at the way Ainsley's hand moved and curled down towards her, his spine curving as as his stomach pulled taut. "Oh god... Miss..." He sucked in a sudden breath and lifted up on his toes as he finally came.

It was almost impossible for Toby to stay still at this point, but Ainsley let it slide. While she enjoyed making him work for his pleasure, she also knew it would be near impossible for him not to move at this point- not that she particularly minded. And as he got closer, his body tensing and pulling at his bonds, she couldn't help but appreciate the image he made, tied up and so needy, stroking him as he finally found his release. “That's a good boy. You did so well, Toby,” Stroking him through is orgasm, she murmured words of praise, her free hand moving to run through his hair, scratching at his scalp lightly. “How are you feeling?” She asked as he started to come down from his high.

Toby moaned when he finally came, then stood there with his chest heaving as he came down from it. And just then, as his brain was being flooded with dopamine and seratonin, Ainsley's voice told him he was a good boy, and it was like a switch flipped in his brain. He knew that if she's had called him a good boy before the scene started, he would have found it nice but patronizing, but not now. Right now, it made him grin like an idiot. He didn't know how he could have done well, since he'd hardly done anything, but it felt fantastic to hear it anyway. "Amazing," he murmured in answer to her question. "It was, um... Wow. More than I thought it would be."

Ainsley was honestly incredibly proud of how well he had done, especially considering he tended to lean more towards the dominant side of their mark. Slipping off the blindfold, she “I'm very glad to hear that. You were very good for me, and I'm very proud.” She said, her hand resting lightly on his pubic bone, her fingers absently stroking the soft skin she found as she gave him a few moments to reorient. “More in a good way, I hope?” Stepping behind him, she made sure to Help support him as his body began to calm. “When you're ready for me to untie you, let me know. There's no rush, but I'm sure you're arms will be getting sore.”

Toby blinked at the light when the blindfold was removed. He still felt sort of buzzed, and there was a definite afterglow from the orgasm. He looked down at Ainsley and grinned at her, enjoying the way she was still touching him, almost absently, like she was doing it without thinking about it. "Yeah, in a good way. Definitely." When she offered to take the ropes off, Toby suddenly found himself kinda sad that the scene was ending already. He didn't know what else they might do, since Ainsley said she didn't want any kind of sexual interaction on her part, so the feeling caught him by surprise. But at least it meant he knew he enjoyed subbing enough to be willing to do more of it, rather than being anxious to be done. "Yeah, they are, a little. And the part on my right arm by my shoulder is kinda pinching? You can take them off, if you want, Miss."

“I'm very glad to hear that,” She said with a wide smile, lifting up to press a kiss his cheek. “As much as I like the idea of keeping you all tied up for me a little longer, I can definitely do that. Same rules apply, though. Try to stay still for me, alright?” Ainsley certainly wasn't in any rush, and she took her time as she started pulling at her ties, slowly working out the knots that kept his arms in place. While the scene hadn't been particularly long, she knew it would be uncomfortable, when his blood started flowing again, and she massaged his arms as she went, hoping to decrease any of the more unpleasant sensations. As the last of the ropes was set aside, she rubbed out the knots that had formed in his shoulders, “I'm not going to lie, I'm a little sad that I have to take the rest off. You really do look amazing, all wrapped up like this.” She commented offhandedly, her free hand running through his silky hair.

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