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When was enough, enough?”

Seonghwa found that out the hard way.

Detachment lingered, trying to break out of old habits, and doing everything she could to just forget about them. But when one was so attached and dedicated, it made the heart sink like quicksand. The norm she knew was no more, and even though it had reached a point of no return, it was still hard not to want the attention, the intimacy, the devotion that felt so familiar.

The BDSM community had shown her a sort of unity she had never felt. As someone from a small family and friend group, she never got to truly explore herself with sexuality and a plethora of kinks that she had hidden from the eyes of others. The community brought her in, made her feel welcomed and safe, and she was granted that exploration and began to form connections.

One likely connection led to her partner, now ex, and at first, it was like a rush, like a surge that sparked between them the moment they laid eyes on each other– she never felt such adrenaline and eagerness to please, and with them, it came easily… at first. Seonghwa had dabbled in attempting to be a switch when she was figuring out her personal dynamics, but she realized within herself that the dominant mindset she couldn’t tap into and be in tune with. Hwa had done a few low-intensity scenes, usually non sexual and just seeing what she liked or didn’t, but when she met her partner, she felt like they were the one, her devotion.

Everything started out like a dream come true; Seonghwa gained that bond and mutual respect from her partner. Scene after scene, she never felt uneasy or upset about anything her partner did and she honestly felt that their relationship was the end all. She didn’t know the perfect dominant existed, but the lovely person had shown her more than she could ever know; obviously, no one could make her feel so good, so seen—

Manipulation was a twisted thing.

Seonghwa wasn’t sure when the changes began– when the ignorance grew and when words of disdain left her partner's mouth directed at her. She tried to be better, listen more, talk less, make her dominant happy while slowly feeling the growing uncomfort. Deep down, she knew she had to end things, but the attachment was too strong and the dedication she held prevented her (for far too long) from ending things.

She discussed with them endlessly, talking about her feelings and how certain scenes left her feeling too overwhelmed without being helped, and her partner, at first, said she was just being dramatic until they blatantly started to ridicule her. Hwa didn’t understand where things went wrong– where she went wrong. At some point, the connection had fizzled out, and the bond that they once had broke into millions of pieces, unable to be salvaged, and Seonghwa was only around because she didn’t know how to detach herself.

That was until the last scene she’s ever done with them ended everything immediately.

The scene itself wasn’t bad, but the aftermath was what clicked inside of Hwa that their relationship wasn’t worth fighting for. It was rare that Seonghwa dropped during or after a scene or in general, and she was good about maintaining her consciousness, but that scene was the worst she’d ever experienced in her life. She needed aftercare after intense scenes, and she just didn’t get it; her partner had forwent everything a dominant should do for their submissive, leaving her so overwhelmed that Hwa just broke down crying and trembling as dread sank into her mind like an ugly reminder:

You’re not good enough.

You’re not worth the attention.

Bad girl.

Bad girl.

Bad girl.

Seonghwa had to physically get herself up, gasping, seeing as her partner completely ignored her needs. She had to calm herself down, steady breaths, holding onto the tear-streaked pillow to feel something other than her racing thoughts about how she wasn’t enough.

“Oh, come on; you’ve handled things harder than this. Get up, you look terrible, go clean yourself up.”

‘That’s your job.’ Seonghwa wanted to shoot back, but she was too overwhelmed to speak, too exhausted to move, and her partner just sat there and didn’t do anything; that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Once she got back to her senses, or at least enough to move, she got up without a word, gathered the items she had brought over, and left their place. It was funny how just a few months prior, they had considered moving in together, extending their relationship, but it was just a figment of Hwa’s imagination; once a dream was hurdling into a nightmare.

There were endless messages from her ex, so many nasty words and then apologies for being a bad dominant, but Hwa wasn’t going to fall for it again. She should have seen the red flags waving in front of her face, but was too blinded by dedication and the bond she thought they had. The bond was gone, the dream shattering right before her eyes, and she was left feigning for comfort that she had to give herself.

So much for trusting…

Since then, it’d been a few months since she was last active in the community. She hadn’t been to the main club she always went to and honestly, she was more concerned of seeing her ex there. She had since blocked her ex on everything, but the chance of seeing them made her sick to her stomach. She groveled for months, and she missed doing small scenes for fun, but it had gotten to the point she wasn’t trusting of anyone anymore.

The first rules of BDSM were designed behind trust and communication and after dealing with something a bit traumatic, she had to relearn how to trust little by little. It took some time to gain the confidence and self worth, but she soon managed to go back to the club, a fresh start and not blindly trusting anyone like she did before; it really was too good to be true.

She missed being dotted over, missed the intimacy, and missed feeling safe with someone, and she hoped she could find that in a person, someone who truly cared for her.

—

Seonghwa recollected her past as she stood outside the newest BDSM club in town, feeling her insides twist in knots from nerves. It was only a few weeks old, and she had only heard about it from a friend from her prior home club. Ever since the incident with her ex, she didn’t enjoy going to her previous club anymore, feeling more and more uncomfortable until she decided to cancel her membership. It took a lot to do so, considering she had made friends and scene partners, but the mental pain her partner caused diminished all her feelings of safety.

So the new club, Deep Dive– Hwa felt a bit uneasy about going to a new place, especially one already rapidly rising to be an acclaimed club amongst the rest. If anything, that should give her more peace of mind, but she was used to the normalcy of the old club with their rules and such, and change was always difficult.

With a deep sigh, she soon made her way inside, immediately captivated by the colors and atmosphere. The vibe was already welcoming and much more calm and collective than she’s used to as her old club definitely was a bit more rowdy, which was fun because she loved the chaos-esque, but this place toned it down, pristine and beautiful.

There was a woman running the front desk, smiling warmly at her upon seeing how she was obviously nervous. The radiance beckoned her on and soon she was giving a shy smile of her own to the receptionist.

“It’s always nice to see a new face; Welcome to Deep Dive: where connections are formed, bonds are strengthened, and spicy fun ensues! Starting off, are you new to the community and want to know more?” The aura created already felt more natural and welcoming, easing Seonghwa's worries as she straightened herself up.

“Um, hi! I’m actually pretty familiar with the community, but I’ve had a bad experience at the last club I was at and wanted a fresh start.” She was honest and the receptionist knowingly nodded her head.

“Sorry for whatever your last club did to you, but I’m glad you’re here with us now! Here, especially if you’re a newcomer to the club, we like to get to know you a bit and match you up with a few others that might be a good pair for you. Dynamics are so fluid and the people here are all respectful and friendly!” Then she pulled out a tablet displaying a questionnaire. “I would like you to fill this out to start; unless you’re not really looking for anyone right now, then you can simply share your dynamic lean so I can give you a color coordinated choker and you can roam freely in the club.”

Seonghwa hesitated for a second before taking a deep breath, exhaling it out slowly. She knew filling out the questionnaire would be beneficial since it would push her in the right direction of people who might match well with her, but also the nerves ate her alive. It felt too soon to be actively looking for something already, so honestly opting out of the questionnaire would probably be best for now—

“Can I fill out the questionnaire later? I just want to get a feel for this club first…” She looked at the chokers and colors that matched with the dynamics which were just like the last club she was in: red for dominant, blue for switch, and yellow for submissive, and green for unsure which was a kind touch for those who were truly at the start of their journey.

“Of course! What choker would you like?”

“Yellow, please.” She was given the choker and placed it around her neck.

“Then enjoy your time here and I’ll be up here for whatever you need and for the questionnaire as well!” Hwa bid the reception ado before she began making her way toward the main section of the club.

Deeper inside, the colors were vibrant, whimsical in a sense that slowly eased Hwa’s worries. There was a big main stage which piqued her interest, wondering if this club had live scenes or demonstrations which would be definitely a step up from her previous club– she really needed to stop thinking about her former club. There was also a dance floor with a few people enjoying the techno beat and then a few at the bar.

Okay, maybe this wasn’t so bad.

Obviously, she kept her guard up; as much as she was enjoying the environment, she also didn’t want to fall into any whims or inhibitions. She watched her surroundings, brushing a few strands of hair from her face as she sat at the bar, ordering a mocktail because she was not getting drunk in an unfamiliar place. After some time, a man sat next to her, giving a cheeky smile that kept Hwa on her toes.

“I couldn’t help but notice how pretty you are.” Oh, Hwa heard that before. She rolled her eyes, ignoring the man, expecting an unwanted touch of sorts, bracing for it, but it never came.

“Yeah, yeah, thanks.” She didn’t feel like being flirted with either.

“My name is Wooyoung.” The man spoke, grinning from ear to ear.

“Cool.” She didn’t want to be so dismissive but truly, she wasn’t in the mood.

“Fine, I’ll leave you alone.” The man didn’t leave her side, but did stop talking to her. Seonghwa never expected a man to actually have social cues to know when to stop advancing and honestly, Hwa inwardly commended him for the space.

She soon ordered another mocktail, bobbing her head to the music while eyeing the man before her; he did have on a blue choker and she must admit, he was cute. Hwa felt a little bad for being dismissive as the man appeared nice and not abrasive as some men try to be in this community. She sighed, turning a bit toward him just to get his attention back.

“I’m Seonghwa.” She spoke and saw the man’s eyes light up. She must admit, he was quite attractive.

“You must be new! I know just about everyone here and I’ve never seen you before.”

“Yes, I’m new… just scoping out the area.” She said flatly, still keeping the conversation distant.

“Well, if you’re ever interested in anyone, I can help you! I’ve been with a lot of people as a switch, and there’s a few dominants that are amazing.” The man was hyper, practically bouncing in his seat as he spoke.

“Thanks, but I’m still trying to find my place here. I’ll do the little questionnaire one day when I’m ready.” The man nodded his head, and Hwa really liked how easygoing Wooyoung acted; he wasn’t pushy or coercing her into something she didn’t like, and she could respect that.

“Of course. Did you come from a different club?”

“Yeah… long story that I don’t want to talk about.” Wooyoung nodded his head.

“I won’t pry. I hope you enjoy your time here and maybe this place could be your new home.”

“Thanks–”

“Oh my god! She’s here! Captain is here! She’s so fucking cool!”

“She’s the best dominant ever! I can’t wait until she does her live shibari demonstration… god, I want her to tie me up.”

“I wish Captain could punish me…”

Seonghwa couldn’t help but hear the chatter going on around her as people seemed to quiet down. The music dimmed a bit, and the stage light was focused on the center as an announcer appeared.

“Welcome everyone to Deep Dive, both new and old faces. We have a treat for tonight as I’d like to introduce the dominant extraordinaire, famed rigger, Kim Hongjoong, or as she likes to be known as, Captain!” The crowd erupted into cheers and even Wooyoung had hearts in his eyes, nearly drooling upon seeing a woman soon take center stage with another man.

“So… Captain? Is she a regular here?” The club was still fairly new and to already have a renowned place there must really meant she was pretty popular.

“Oh my god, you’ve never seen Captain before?! She tends to go to different clubs all over Korea. She comes here a lot more since this place is still new, and she might even make this place her home! She is so hot and strong and dominant— I’d do anything for her.” Okay, Woo was literally drooling now.

“She never came to my old club so I’ve never seen her…” The woman who took center stage had a strong aura, oozing confidence and… dominance for that matter. Her outfit leaned more fetish attire with her micro leather skirt, leather corset that filled around her boobs so nicely and she was thick in all the right places. Who knew piercing could be so hot? She wore glasses that fit right on her pointy nose and Hwa wasn’t sure if those were just for show, but she must admit, Captain looked beyond hot.

There was a brief moment when Captain eyes scanned the crowd, smiling, and those eyes landed on Hwa and she winked at her, making Seonghwa blush like crazy– okay, her gay heart might be fragile, but it never stopped beating. The little smirk didn’t help either and now she was drooling like Wooyoung was at the goddess before her.

“Hey, everyone! Glad to be back here with such amazing people. I’m Hongjoong, call me Captain, and this is my partner for today, my pretty Mingi!” The crowd cheered for both of them and the partner in question was a big, burly man towering over her, looking dominant in a sense, but compared to her, she could eat him alive.

“I want her to step on me.” Her words were meant to be subconscious, but Seonghwa meant it with every fiber of her being just staring at the beautiful woman in her presence.

“Same.” Woo replied, swooning.

Captain discussed a few things about her craft, a lead shibari expert, a pro rigger, and how she used that style when she’s domming. She explained what she uses to tie her partners from ropes to thick bonds and further explained the fundamentals of both aftercare and how it could affect the submissive mind. Seonghwa was enthralled; each word was spoken with such conviction, both enticing and intriguing, and the fact Hwa hadn’t really considered being tied up before. Handcuffs, sure, but fully body bond, unable to move, and at the mercy of someone else?

This was becoming overwhelming in a good way.

“Now, let me show you a few basic ties and then the main event for tonight and my favorite version of shibari: rope suspension.”

Hongjoong did an intricate tie starting from Mingi’s ankles leading all the way up to his waist, looping around his back and shoulders before making a crisscross design over his chest. What Hwa found interesting was just how much Captain checked on her partner, taping his face, asking for a color with each new knot before she was finished with the first tie. After undoing the knots, the next tie commenced, a bit more simple as the ropes cascaded over like a chest harness that wrapped around Mingi’s arms.

Hwa couldn’t help but envision herself in that position.

She bet the ropes would feel a little rough on the skin, but also feel so nice and make her feel a sense of vulnerability she missed feeling with a dom. The gentle caress too, the soft voice that kept her mind from floating too far and— she didn’t realize just how much she missed being doted on, taken care of, being cherished.

She shook her head, getting out of her thoughts as the ropes of the second tie were undone. Soon, Captain had stood on a chair, working the ropes through a few loops hanging from the ceiling. She asked Mingi to raise his arms up and once they were held up, next were his legs. That particular tie took some time and watching every little detail and intricate movement was mesmerizing in a sense, beautiful. Soon, the arms and legs were connected, making the man pose almost like a ballerina leap, so elegant and pretty.

“See, this is the suspension. This kind of work can be quite dangerous if not done properly so make sure you learn every little thing about this kind of shibari before committing.” There was a round of applause for the craftsmanship as Hongjoong bowed, caressing her partner’s cheek and whispering soft words to him. Mingi looked comfortable, maybe even dazed from being bound by the rope.

Once done, Captain began undoing the knots, talking endlessly to her partner to make sure he didn’t slip or drop, which he seemed fine, getting on his knees before her and squishing his face between her thick thighs. God, what Seonghwa would do to be on her knees for such a beautiful woman.

“Do you think she’s taking submissives right now?” Seonghwa asked Woo who only shook his head.

“I mean, that guy might be her submissive… You seem interested in her; how about you just ask?” How could Hwa muster up the courage to ask the coolest person she’d ever seen about having a submissive? Of course, it sounded easy, but Hwa didn’t want to step over boundaries, especially since she didn’t truly know Captain.

“I guess I could—”

“That concludes this demonstration! I hope everyone enjoyed it, thanks for watching, and if you have any questions, feel free to talk to me; I’ll be here for a while.” Soon, Captain walked backstage with her partner as people cheered them on. Seonghwa felt breathless, reeling from just how attractive she was and god, being tied up like that sounded like so much fun.

“See, now it’s your chance, go talk to her!” Wooyoung was enthused.

“Why don’t you talk to her? You seem just as interested as I am.”

“I’m an easy guy. If I see a pretty man, lady, or person, I’ll swoon over just about anyone appealing to the eyes and give me attention. But you, it could be a start to what you’re looking for here at the club.” Well… Hwa guessed that was true. She wanted to take things slowly, get used to the people and, not to say going about talking to Captain would hinder that, but she was still recovering, still afraid of commitment even when all she wanted was someone to devote her time and energy to.

“You’re giving me so much advice when I barely know you.” She was easing up on the man who laughed at the comment.

“All the more reason for you to be my friend. But I stand by what I said! Take it easy, obviously, and have fun while you're here, but don’t restrict yourself either.”

Seonghwa was both excited and nervous. Excitement came from atmosphere and vibes, the people and surroundings made for a great first impression of this club being her first day. Nerves fester from change, learning the vibes and people, assimilating to the surroundings and of course, missing the treatment she was used to having and navigating without it. She didn’t need anyone as if her life depended on it, but it was definitely a goal of her being in this new club: find a dominant and hope that they’re better than her last.

“Listen, I’ll fill out that questionnaire on my next visit and see where it leads me. With Captain, just because she’s hot and cool doesn’t mean we’re compatible.”

“I mean, you can still talk to her.” Yes, she knew that, but she was scared, okay?

“Maybe another time….”

The duo sat and chatted for a while and Hwa realized just how nice Wooyoung was. He was outgoing and a little loud, but she can tell there was compassion underneath the abrasive voice and truly, she could consider him a friend. As time dwindled, she decided to take her leave, go home and take everything in, and she did give Woo her number just so she could keep in touch.

She started walking toward the exit of the establishment, seeing the receptions there who flagged her over briefly.

“So, did you enjoy your first time here?” She asked and Hwa nodded in earnest.

“Yes! I like the vibes here and even made a friend. I’m still kind of scoping out the scene, but I do think I’ll enjoy myself here.” Even her earlier nerves had dwindled.

“That’s good to hear! Well, if you want to fill out the questionnaire, you can do it now or on your next visit.”

“I’ll do the next visit. I’m a little dazed from the demonstration.” The receptionist wiggled her eyebrows at her, smirking.

“Ah, Captain… yes, she’s pretty awesome! You seem to like her, right?” Seonghwa could feel her face heating up at the insinuation. No, she couldn’t like anyone she didn’t know; it was all attraction at best.

“Well! I haven’t talked to her at all… just admiring her skills, and I heard she comes here quite often.”

“She comes so often that this place might be her home. She’s done our questionnaire before, but no one has matched her.” At that moment, Seonghwa believed she could match her… maybe.

“I would think she’d match with everyone to be honest.”

“On the contrary, she’s quite strict. Just from talking to her, she only wants a long standing partner. She does more demonstrations than actually scenes herself because she also likes helping others out.” Ah, Hwa could understand. Honestly, she had the same goal in mind with finding a long standing partner even when now, when she was still picking herself up from her last relationship, the need to devote herself to someone always held strong.

“Hopefully, she finds the right person someday. I, on the other hand, still need to get used to this place, so I’ll be back soon. Thank you so much for making me feel welcomed.”

“Anytime, and see you again soon!”

She started walking to leave, feeling a sense of confidence since she managed to get used to the club and even seemed to make a friend; maybe that place would be where she found the person she was looking for.

—

It’d been a couple of days when Seonghwa returned to the club, still marinating in the first appearance. She changed up her wardrobe a bit, shorts that barely covered the bottom of her ass with a garter belt, a lace corset, and she let her long hair flow into her face; a little makeup only enhancing her features. This time, she was eager to fill out the questionnaire, grabbing the tablet the moment she got inside to the club and talked to the receptionist, Yuyu; she later found out her name.

The questionnaire was quite lengthy, filled with questions about personality and lifestyle and, of course, kinks and what one would want in a dynamic partner. About 10 minutes went by when she finally finished, waiting to see the results if she got any matches at all. It’d be funny if she got Wooyoung, but she knew right away that he was vastly different from what she was looking for.

The tablet populated for about a minute before dinging which sounded a bit hopeful. Yuyu reviewed the screen eyebrows shooting up in shock, looking between the screen and back at Hwa.

“What? Did no one match me?” The nerves began to crawl into her mind because it’d be her luck that she couldn’t try out a partner that could be quite compatible with her.

“Actually, you only have one match, a nearly perfect match; it’s Kim Hongjoong.”

Seonghwa nearly collapsed on the spot.

The Kim Hongjoong matched her? Captain matched with her?

Captain, being unable to match anyone already sounds like some local legend, as Hwa would assume anyone would match with multiple people, but to have no matches and Seonghwa having her as the one and only match seemed like some omen, fate even.

“Are you serious?!” Yuyu turned the screen over to her, and there she was, a picture of Captain with her cool smirk, but her eyes looked so sof,t even if they held so much control.

“Yupp! That’s actually amazing. I would call her over, but I haven’t seen her today just yet.” Great, now the odds of Captain showing up could be slim.

“I guess I’ll see her later.”

Seonghwa had made her way back in the main club area, getting gentle waves from strangers and small smiles; she was glad everyone seemed nice and cordial. She saw that there was a live scene tonight which sounded fun to view, seeing how others in their dynamics acted. It wasn’t long until she made herself comfortable in some of the seating; a few people approached her and introduced themselves and the small shell she had over herself slowly began to crack as she let the atmosphere ease her in.

Wooyoung had appeared, joining her and talking a mile a minute. He was very fun to talk to, and it was funny when he’d start swooning over anyone who glanced his way. Woo even left her to go do a scene, how rude! Of course, she wasn’t truly upset, and poking fun at him when he came back all dazed and smiley is worth it.

Some time passed, and the main stage lit up, the announcer coming on to introduce the live scene. Two guys came out, and they both looked so ethereal and pretty, both were quite beefy too, and Hwa was mesmerized. One thing about her was that she loved to see pretty people do hot things, play parties and such were very fun.

The men were so into each other, the dom being so sweet and caring while the sub looked so dazed and pliant. Watching something like this made Hwa realize how much she truly missed doing scenes. Obviously, she knew that at any point that she could do a scene with someone, but then she’d get all locked in her head and worries would begin to slip because she didn’t want another bad experience.

She at least hoped Captain would give her a chance—

“Hey, look! I think I see Captain over there– Oh, that’s totally her! Seonghwa, go talk to your crush; I know you want her badly.” Hwa could feel her face heating up, eyes scouting out the area where Woo was acknowledging and lo and behold, Captain was standing to the side watching the live scene. From where Hwa was sitting, she couldn’t see Captain too much, but she could see her boobs through that small crop top she was wearing, nipples protruding— were those nipple piercings?

A part of Seonghwa wanted to just sit where she was and wait to see if Captain noticed her first. The other part wanted to be more adventurous and go to Captain, but also the nerves began to swarm because Captain had to know she finally had a match, right? Was she trying to find Hwa herself? The only reason there was even an inkling of worry is due to her past, but she’s also eager for the opportunity and comfort that came with it if everything went well.

“I see.”

“Well, if you see, go talk to her! You two would look so hot together– or maybe I just like pretty people together.” She gave Woo a playful shove.

“First of all, you’re not watching us do anything, and second… I’m just a little nervous. I forgot to tell you, but I did the questionnaire and she’s basically the perfect match for me.”

“WHAT?! Oh my god, Hwa, go talk to her right now! If she’s your match, you have to at least introduce yourself and see where things could lead. And trust me, I know it’ll be scary at first, but you should give it a shot.” Hwa sighed, knowing he was right.

“I will… Just give me some time—”

“No time! Go now!!” Woo was more eager for their partnership than she was. “I’ll flag her over here myself.”

“I’m going, I’m going…” Seonghwa gathered herself, inwardly hyping herself with Woo also being her personal hype man.

Truly, she didn’t understand why Captain was making her so nervous. She was quite outgoing and even when she was wary about being in a new club at first, she meshed in well, thrived off the people she began to meet, but there was some sort of barrier she kept up. Her past liked to swirl in her mind sometimes and she had to continuously remind herself that she’d move on; no need for dwelling in what she used to have when such a gorgeous opportunity was a few steps away.

She got close to Captain, right in view and she realized how much taller she was to her; someone with such a strong stage persona and energy definitely gave off being taller.

“Hey um… Captain, right?” Oh, she sounded really stupid, but it made the woman chuckle, teeth so pretty, and that pixy nose was very cute.

“Oh, hey! I saw you the other day while I was here. You watched my live demonstration; I hope you enjoyed it!”

“I did! I haven’t done shibari too much… but you make it look so fun.” Her nerves slowly dwindled, feeling already comfortable around the dominant. “I’m Seonghwa by the way.”

“I am a pro at it. One thing about me is that I love the aspect of control and I gain control the most when I can render subs or switches powerless. Plus, it makes them feel good too!” Hwa nodded, intrigued by the explanation. Now, she was faced with a decision: should she tell Captain that they were matched together or just keep the conversation normal for some time. She figured Captain since she hadn’t said anything about it and the results were brand new.

She decided to just chat. The two sat down in a section and began just talking about their dynamics in general before delving into hobbies and trivial interests. It felt nice and the friendship levels were already rising between them. Of course, she couldn’t help the attraction, the bit of warmth that settled in her chest just admiring that perfect face, that curvy body, the nipple piercings— She was a very attractive woman and Seonghwa was weak to dominate women.

Soon it occurred to her that she totally forgot about Wooyoung, looking around to see if he was near, but it was quite busy that night and she didn’t see him through the sea of people.

“Oh, there you are! You really did ditch me for your girl crush; how rude!” Hwa regretted even thinking about finding Woo. She didn’t even know how to respond and— great, Captain was smirking at her.

“Shut up! Also, I was looking for you just now. You blended in too much with everyone else.” She was glad the strobe lights hadn’t flashed on her face or else Captain would see the blush spread across her cheeks.

“Well, I won’t be your third wheel much longer; actually, those two that were just on stage, I need to be between them so I’m gonna work on that! Cya later you two!” Wooyoung went on his merry, leaving Hwa and Captain back to their private conversation.

Seonghwa didn’t say anything else at first, still weighing her options about telling Captain about the match versus just vibing with her—

“So, I know you’re still new, but have you done that little questionnaire? I’ve done it back when this club was getting started, but I had no matches. Usually, a match would pop up and Yuyu would tell you at some point, but she hasn’t flagged me down yet.” Oh, great; Seonghwa had no choice in the matter. There was really no use lying and it would give ample opportunity to truly see if the compatibility was there between them.

She already felt a spark steadily turning into a flame.

“Actually… I did the questionnaire and got one match… I heard people tend to get multiple matches, but I guess that just wasn’t the case for me.” Captain’s interest was piqued.

“Oh really? Who is it? I don’t know everyone here, but I definitely know enough people to tell you if I’ve done anything with them.” Seonghwa was faced with yet another decision: tell her straight away, or have just a little fun with the reveal.

“I don’t know her too well or at all really, but she seems very cool and attractive. I saw her for the first time the other day and was immediately awestruck by her beauty and dominance. And… maybe shibari sounds fun.” Captain’s eyes widened momentarily before she erupted in laughter— a laugh so pretty and even prettier teeth.

“You could have just told me we matched!”

“I know, but that was more fun.” Hwa replied sly as a sole grew on her face; see, there was no need to be so nervous when the ice was already broken.

“Well, if that’s the case, I want to get to know you more. Just because we matched doesn’t mean we'll work out, so I think it’s best to see each other a lot more.” Oh, there goes that little smirk. “And besides, you compliment me like that, I’m already pleased.”

“Of course!”

The two spent the next few hours talking about anything and everything. Their dynamics were briefly discussed, minor things regarding their dominant and submissive respective head spaces, and soon their conversation became more miscellaneous. Captain talked about other hobbies outside of the community like music and art, and linking that back to the creativity of shibari and how she fell in love with the craft. Seonghwa talked about her crocheting and gushing over her adorable cat, and the flow of it all was so normal, as if they already knew each other.

One thing Hwa did avoid was bringing up her ex. She didn’t deem it wholeheartedly necessary and it wasn’t triggering either, as she was finally over them. If anything, she didn’t want to sour the great mood that made her feel very comfortable around Captain.

“Hey, you don’t have to keep calling me Captain. We aren’t doing a scene or anything so just call me Hongjoong or Joong!” Well, that was a little embarrassing as Hwa, that entire timin talking, continually called her Captain out of respect, but that just meant now, they were already close enough.

“Sorry! Ever since your stage the other day, you said to call yourself Captain, and it just stuck with me. Already a force of habit.”

“You’re such a cutie.” Sweet talk will always get her swooning.

Their compatibility was beyond expectations. They seemed so different, day and night, almost with personality, with Seonghwa more outgoing personality versus Hongjoong who seemed to be more of a homebody and introverted, even though she’s very well versed in the community. Their time spent talking was special, and Seonghwa could very well feel her gay heart go crazy at how unique and beautiful Hongjoong was.

So much time had passed and they both said their goodbyes, going their separate ways, and Hwa soon ran into Wooyoung again before leaving who seemed giddier than normal.

“Oh my god, dude, those two beefcakes from the stage earlier are soooo fucking hot and they let me sit in on their private scene and I’ve never busted faster— wait enough about me, how was your talk with your girlfriend?” She rolled her eyes, but the smile told all.

“First, she’s not my girlfriend, and second, she’s amazing… I haven’t clicked with anyone so quickly—”

“Aht aht! We’ve become besties on literally your first day here!”

“Oh shut up for once! Anyways, she’s cooler than just watching her tie someone up on stage and there’s just some sort of… essence to her and how nicely she spoke about the things she liked and a bit about her dominance. She holds so much control without even knowing it and… I could be falling hard already…” Seonghwa knew this was a daunting path since she was going down the same route she went with her ex: being mentally and emotionally enamored, being sweetened up, falling too fast for something she wasn’t entirely sure of, but in her mind, she truly wanted it to be different.

“That’s gay as hell.”

“Oh, fuck you!”

They talked a bit more before splitting. Seonghwa had a bunch of feelings inside of her, excitement with a bit of nerves, but she had a good feeling about Hongjoong; only time will tell how things would go and she was ready to see where things would lead.

—

Weeks and months began to blend. Oddly enough, with the knowledge of Seonghwa and Hongjoong being a perfect match, they’ve yet to commit to doing a scene. The compatibility was there, palpable, with energy so high that it wasn’t even a true reason why they hadn’t done anything. Maybe they were waiting for the perfect moment— Hongjoong did her demonstrations all the time and Seonghwa constantly envisioned herself the place of the sub being tied up or suspended. They talked all the time and even sometimes, things seemed to spark something and eyes told a story of lingering desires that neither jumped for.

They were building their own tension, both mentally and sexually, almost a game of either submitting or taking control or both in the right atmosphere.

Seonghwa had watched yet another demonstration on the stage, more or less a lesson in after care which Hwa realized just how much she missed being dotted over and appreciated after a scene when she so far into sub space and she hadn’t felt anything like that since the honeymoon phase of her past relationship. Again, she never dwelled too long on the past as she realized she had grown so much from it. She now had more friends and a community so lovely and welcoming that she truly called that place home.

That night at the club was like any other night, filled with people and the music, colorful lights, and Hongjoong looking as hot as ever in her all-red tracksuit. Seonghwa wasn’t better than a man when her eyes were glued on those pretty boobs, watching them bounce when Joong sat down, and those piercings drove her crazy. Of course, Hongjoong noticed, and honestly, Hwa had wandering eyes all the time, and nothing was ever said about it; again, their little game was merely a test to see who would do something first.

“My eyes are up here, baby.” Hwa snapped out of her stupor, face going as red as that track suit. She had no shame, and really, she knew Hongjoong’s been giving her steamy looks too, plus the pet name sounded delightful.

“I know, but I like the view.” Instead of acknowledging her response, Joong moved in the booth they were sharing to sit next to her. There was a line, thinly veiled, a worn rope only moments away from completely snapping. She didn’t really know what to expect next, but the hand gently gripping her thigh was not expected, and she let out a little gasp; she picked a good day to wear shorts.

“You know as well as I do that we keep dancing around each other,” That hand moved slowly, teasingly higher before running over her hip. “I’ve been waiting for you.” Hwa let out a shaky laugh, body heating up exponentially.

“Waiting for me? Aren’t you supposed to make the first move?”

“Well, I do like it when someone gets so needy and desperate for me, and I assumed since we matched, you’d do everything in your power to do a scene with me. And by no means am I calling you easy or anything, it’s just what I’m used to seeing with submissives.”

“You totally are calling me easy!” She laughed, easing down the warmth traveling all over her body. “But honestly, I just really had fun getting to know you and even the thought of doing a scene didn’t even cross my mind— okay, that’s a lie, I’ve thought about it only a little, but I figured you’d want to ask me first as the dominant.”

“I have enjoyed our conversations.” That hand began moving back down, splaying over her thigh before just barely swiping over her front. “And since we are on the same page, I am in the mood for doing a scene if you’re up for it.” The words after her crotch being grazed was so insane she throbbed, squeezing her thighs together.

“I’d love to do a scene with you.” As much as she wished her voice didn’t come out so desperately, she was already growing more and more excited for the offer.

“Then let’s go to one of the private scene rooms and we can have a small discussion; we pretty much know a lot about each other, but just things that are more scene specific.” Holy shit, this was really happening and it truly took months of back and forth to reach this point.

Soon, Hongjoong was standing, grabbing Seonghwa’s hand, pulling her from her seat and whisking her away for a time she definitely wouldn’t forget.

The scene room was intimidating. The entire walk there made Seonghwa’s heart pound dramatically in her chest; it reverberated in her ears, and the hand intertwined with hers was probably getting all clammy from how sweaty she began to feel. In hindsight, she shouldn’t be so worked up, she’d done scenes before, but it was something about Hongjoong that made her incredibly nervous. The thought briefly about the moments before, when there was obvious hunger in Joong’s eyes, the way that hand eased up her thigh, and honestly, Hwa was getting a little horny from the simplest interaction.

Hongjoong had sat on the bed, and Hwa, who felt compelled to, kneeled right in front of her. Oh, there was desire swirling in those eyes, an eagerness to take, but they needed to have a small conversation first just to see where things would go.

“You look so good like this— but you didn’t have to kneel for me, baby; we’re just having a discussion first.”

“I know, but it feels nice being on my knees in front of you, Captain. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to kneel in front of someone.” The atmosphere was shifting quickly, and the title rolled so easily off her tongue. Seonghwa's nerves were slowly being replaced with all the means of being a good submissive. And she could tell of her affects, how Captain’s breath hitched, how her legs parted just a little, and that devilish smirk tugging on her lips.

“You’re so perfect already.” Hongjoong’s hand went into Hwa’s hair, raking her fingers gently, which made her sigh in delight, slowly leaning her head on Joong’s thigh. “So, I want to ask you a few things on how we want to do this scene, okay?”

“Yes, Captain.” Seonghwa strived to be obedient; she was growing so eager and pliant and willing to do whatever was told to her.

“Good. You seem to really like being obedient, is that right?”

“Yes, ma’am, I do like being obedient.” Hwa could feel her inside boiling, her mind starting to get floaty already. “I like being good.”

“And I like good girls; you’re already showing me what a good girl you are.” Hwa gasped, breathless. Praise was truly her weakness and honestly, if she wasn’t already on her knees, she probably would have fallen to them anyways. “As a standard, I like doing the traffic light method for safe word purposes; can you tell me your light, sweetheart?" Fuck, sweetheart sounded so nice in her ear.

“Green for good, yellow for slow, and red for stop, and I’m green right now, ma’am.”

“You like calling me ma’am a lot. Usually, I’d ding you for not using my actual title, but I kinda like it.” Hwa’s already flushed face had gone redder, realizing her words. She was used to using that title due to her previous partner and old habits were hard to ignore.

“Sorry I… I’ll call you Captain, if it makes you more comfortable; force of habit.” Hongjoong smiled at her, the hand in her hair moving through every strand before those fingers danced slowly over her throat. She gulped, lips trembling, a little too eager to want that hand just to hold her throat—

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Whatever comes to mind, I won’t mind. So, you like praise, what about degradation?”

“Um… not really mean words. I kind of like being humiliated as a form of degradation.” That smile only grew more wicked. The hand gravitated to her chin, giving it a small squeeze and Hwa was squeezing her thighs together so tightly because she was moments away from just dripping.

“I guess from the way you’re squeezing your thighs, you must be excited. All these words are affecting you that much, huh? I do find it a little pathetic that you’re getting off to my words, baby.” That was it; her submissive brain was at the forefront of her mind, all eager and anticipating everything Hongjoong would do to her; yes, she was pathetic in the moment.

“Y-yes, your words are affecting me so much… you’re just… just…” Her words fizzled out, too embarrassed to speak them, but Joong quirked an eyebrow and then tipped Hwa’s head back in her hold.

“Use your words, sweetheart. How else am I supposed to know if we’re compatible or not?” A part of those words did hold some truth, but also, everything already felt too good to be true. It was a rawness Hwa felt before and she didn’t want to dwell too much on it since that was what ended her last relationship, but it felt different.

There was something about Hongjoong that made her feel so comfortable. There was a gentleness to her voice even if it was stern, it was never malicious or offensive, and she was already treating her with so much freedom and care. It was a high that Seonghwa missed, a rush going throughout her entire body that just made her want to be so good and give herself up completely; Hongjoong made it easy as she already had Hwa wrapped around her fingers with just words, which only made Hwa think more about those fingers literally and where she wanted them to be.

Right, she was asked something. Too lost in a small daze just being happily on her knees.

“You’re so hot… you’re so hot and cool and sexy and just… You make my mind go to crazy places.” Joong laughed, smoothing her hand over her cheek.

“Crazy places? Tell me about them.” Oh, Joong really wanted to unleash Hwa’s inner insanity she hadn’t conjured in months.

Seonghwa decided that why tell when she would show. Captain was wearing an all red tracksuit, a cropped zip up that didn’t hide those pierced nipples at all. Hwa pressed her face right into Hongjoong’s crotch, smooshing her face right there before her mouth began moving over those clothed folds. It didn't last long before her hair was pulled back, making her wince and moan at the slight roughness.

“Did I tell you that you could touch me yet?” Hwa shook her head, deceived by the notion of sexual prowess that she thought was going to happen. Joong’s voice didn’t give anger, however, she sounded much too amused at Hwa’s blatant urges.

“No… I’m sorry, I just—”

“Aw, babygirl, you’re really horny, huh?” God, Hwa could feel just how horny she was getting, embarrassingly so with just words and a little tug to the hair.

“I am… you’re driving me so crazy right now.”

“Am I?” Oh, that laugh was cynical. “I haven’t done much— are you just that easy? I bet just talking to you would make you cum.”

“Please…” Seonghwa didn’t even know what to say or how to react to the words, but she had begun grinding on the ground a little, and one of her hands did squeeze one of her boobs to add onto the pleasure rumbling alive.

“I usually don’t get sexual in my first scene with someone, but I must ask: are you used to just fingers or other toys?” Seonghwa’s already flushed face grew redder at the implications. She… hadn't had anything inside her since her last relationship and even on her own, fingers were enough to do the job, but if Captain was asking to use more than just fingers, who was she to deny that?

“Um… fingers do the trick, but I wouldn’t mind if you had other means…” Hwa’s horny brain was making her so dizzy, shifting so much just so her pussy could feel something rather than just leak into her panties.

“Stand up from me and take your shorts off. Then I want you to bend over that chair and show me how excited you’re getting.” Jesus Christ…

Once the hand in her hair was gone, Hwa stood up, turning away from Hongjoong and slowly began sliding her pants down. She leaned over a chair, swaying her hips, which she knew was an enticing sight. Looking down at herself, she could see the little wet spot forming, and since Joong wanted to see, she bent over like she was told, showing the growing wetness while gently tracing a finger over it.

“Am I getting too ahead of myself, Captain?” Hwa spoke practically innocently, turning her head just to see Hongjoong and fuck… There was that hunger in her eyes, and just the way her legs were spread open, Hwa was going so insane.

Joong stood up, walking right behind her and splaying a hand on her back. The hand slid down slowly until it gripped her panties, and instead of pulling them down, she pulled up, letting the fabric rub between Hwa’s wet folds. She moaned abruptly, squirming, grinding back against Captain for more already.

“You’re an eager girl. You’ve been on my mind ever since I first talked to you. So pretty, so submissive, and honestly, it’s been ages since I’ve done a scene with anyone, but holy shit, you make me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time.” It made Seonghwa feel so good knowing that she was lucky enough to do a scene with the Captain.

“Yeah? I do like giving myself up to my dominants. I like being controlled and like doing anything it takes to be a good girl… you think you can control me?” The confidence was coming back, bursting through her as the warmth was shooting down lower and making her grow antsy for just a single touch.

And it was given.

Her panties were pulled down, the coolness of the room making her shiver a little with the blistering heat from within kept her yearning. Oh, she was so wet already. The hand returned quickly, moving teasingly down her back before grabbing a handful of her ass followed by a faint slap that made her groan in delight, sinking backwards for more of the rougher treatment.

“Let me tie you up, sweetheart. I know you’ll look stunning with ropes around you.” Seonghwa nodded her head vigorously, beyond excited.

“Yes, please!” She was begging for it, her foggy consciousness keeping her on a high.

“Have you ever done something like this before? Any form of bondage or restraints?” A wave of uneasiness came over Hwa then, her mind flashing back to the past.

“I… I….”

One of the last experiences she had with her ex was a bondage scene that had her held too tightly, no care, and humiliating in a way that wasn’t pleasant in the slightest. She trusted Hongjoong, she’d seen the way she treated other subs on stage when she did shibari and it always looked so intimate and careful and just… beautiful. Of course, her worries sank her spirits down a bit and with her hesitation, Hongjoong seemed to ease up, caressing her sides.

“Hey, it’s okay. Talk to me, sweetheart. What’s your color?” Seonghwa felt a little emotional then, adoring the carefulness in Joong’s voice and how she kept caressing her so gently.

“I’m green… sorry, I just had a bad memory. My old dom didn’t treat me so well after some time and I thought about when they used bondage and it… wasn’t a good experience.” She really didn’t want to open old wounds, but she needed to be truthful to gain trust in Hongjoong.

“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that. If it’s too much, we don’t have to do it; whatever you’re comfortable with, okay?” God, Hwa could cry from the consideration given to her.

“Thank you… thank you so much for not forcing me.”

“I would never. I’m here for your pleasure as much as my own if not more. Whatever you want to do, I’ll do it; this isn’t just about me, but us enjoying ourselves.” Hwa blinked away a few tears, sniffling and trying not to absolutely break down in front of Hongjoong like come on, they were in the middle of the scene, it wasn’t time to be this emotional.

“You—”

“Hey, turn towards me and sit in the chair.” Seonghwa let out a shaky breath, doing as she was told. She felt a different kind of vulnerability, all raw and so seen. “There you are, my sweet girl.” That once teasing hand was now holding her cheek so carefully, thumbing away a stray tear and honestly, she felt a little embarrassed getting this worked up.

“Sorry…”

“Don’t apologize, baby. I’m here for you; whatever you want or need, I’m here to help.” Hwa laughed a little, knowing her emotions were so silly at that moment.

“I’m… I’m just so grateful for you being so kind and gentle. I didn’t mean to lose the momentum there; I got a bit more overwhelmed than I had thought.

“It’s okay, you’re okay. Just let me know how comfortable you are.” She took a moment to gather herself, relaxing and regaining her confidence. She took a few breaths, looking at Hongjoong who looked at her like she was just so special.

“I want you to tie me; something simple, but I trust you so much not to hurt me.”

“I would never hurt you, angel. I’ll do something easy and tell me all throughout how you feel.” Seonghwa smiled, feeling that sense of comfort come back as she nodded her head.

“Yes, ma’am.” An easy switch back into their tense atmosphere filled with yearning; Hongjoong liked the title a lot.

“Good girl, now I want you to stand up and remove your shirt for me. I’ll go get the rope and make you even prettier than you already are.” The excitement was back, making Hwa’s insides all tingle and eager to feel those ropes around her.

Hongjoong went to the little storage and retrieved that rope, a thinner material that looked like it wouldn’t be too rough for Hwa’s first time. Seonghwa stood up, admiring their height difference as Joong was a few inches shorter, which clearly didn’t deter her dominance in the slightest. Since Hwa wanted to really get back in the mood, she did touch herself a bit, just dancing her fingers over slick folds. Just a few little circles over her clit, and she was back into her submissive mindset.

Desire swirled in Joong’s eyes, smirking as she watched Hwa play with herself just for a little bit. She stopped eventually as the main attraction was coming, and she couldn’t wait to feel the rope around her.

“Well, aren’t you excited now?”

“Very,” Hwa stopped and readied herself. “I trust you so much.”

“Then I want you to stand with your arms to your side; I’m going to do a simple chest harness down to your hips. Remember, I want you to tell me how you feel throughout, okay, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Captain, I understand.”

Seonghwa relaxed, feeling the rope start up at her shoulders, loop underneath her arms before crossing over her boobs. She gasped, body heating up from feeling just the material of the rope, barely a burn at all and Hongjoong was so careful with each move. The first few full knots felt nice, keeping her arms snug to her sides. She watched, enthralled, how intricate the small knots looked.

“How are you feeling, baby?”

“Good, it feels really nice, Captain.” With each tie, Hwa’s head was getting fuzzy, feeling a heightened sense of delight. “Love it. Need you, Captain… so much…” She could feel her wetness begin to drip down her shaky thighs, whimpering softly.

“Need me? What would you like from me, sweetheart?”

“Fingers, mouth… anything; I wanna feel you so badly, ma’am!” Hongjoong guided her to the bed, placing her down on her back and spreading her legs wide. The tie finished right around her waist, looping around and pulling snug, and Joong sat back just to admire her work.

“So simple, and yet so pretty; even prettier because of you.” Hwa melted at the words, adoring the restriction and the warmth only settled so comfortably over her body— she felt so much more comfortable than she had in a while.

Hongjoong had gotten up briefly, moving to get the small mirror that was in the corner of the room and brought it over for Seonghwa to see herself. The moment she laid eyes on herself, she moaned, back arching up, seeing how vulnerable she looked, and yet the ropes really did bring out her prettiness in such a strange and beautiful way; she couldn’t stop looking at herself, and even the slightest struggle, just for fun, made her body temp amplify tenfold.

Hongjoong's fingers ran over the rope, trailed down all the knots and intricate criss-cross, eyes viewing her work as she let out a delighted hum.

“Gorgeous, baby. Color?”

“Green, ma’am.” Hwa spoke immediately, head so fuzzy and floaty that she just stayed pliant with her legs spreading wider.

“You’ve been so good, I think you deserve a reward, sweetheart.” Seonghwa preened, excitement running through her veins, and she realized how silly she was for feeling so nervous before when she felt so safe, so alive.

Joong made herself at home right between Hwa’s legs. Kisses started up as soft presses on both thighs, trailing higher, teasingly, before moving back to where she started. Just the simple mannerisms were driving Hwa crazy, breath picking up in eagerness, thighs tensing and trembling. Those kisses started to get more bold, lips sucking marks into her inner thighs, moving high enough for the wetness dripping out of her to be felt, and a tongue flicked ever so slightly for a taste.

“Please!” Oh, she was so close to gold.

“Please, what?” Of course, the teasing nature wouldn’t dissipate.

“Please, Captain! Please… want you so badly…” Seonghwa used to dislike begging because her old partner would take advantage of it, taking things too far that her begging wasn’t out of the sexual range, but now, she knew what was coming, and her plea tied in with the title solidified the glorious moment.

One hand moved up her thighs and went and spread her pussy lips apart as a shameful moan escaped, getting wetter by the moment. Hongjoong’s lips returned vicious and fervent, moving to kiss her lower lips. The feeling was already spectacular, mind-boggling, but there was still so much more to come. Those lips moved up wet folds, already sounding so slippery, and Hwa was panting, a loud sigh escaping when her clit was kissed.

“It’s been a while, baby?” Joong asked, but those words reached Hwa’s brain so slowly, and even trying to respond was already becoming difficult. The ropes had already made her mind all fuzzy, but the experience now was making her float so far so fast.

“I…it’s been a while… long time— please, ‘m so wet!” Desperation was growing, squirming ever so at the small touches, the kisses, and everything in between. The sexual aspects of a scene were never necessary, but always delightful, and especially when Hongjoong seemed to really know what she’s doing.

Her clit was sucked on, making her eyes cross, a filthy moan sounding so lewd to her burning ears, and only the minimum was happening, and there was still so much to go. The skills were there; Joong’s lips moved so eagerly over her pussy, and once that tongue came into play, Hwa was actively a waterfall.

“I would like to ask something, and we can do it only if you’re comfortable: would you take my strap?” Holy shit. It’d been a while since the last time Seonghwa had something inside of her. Usually, fingers did the trick, a mouth and sweet words were nearly enough to make her gush, but she knew a little extra help would feel better beyond comprehension.

“Fuck yes… Captain, please fuck me! D-do whatever you want— oh my god, please fuck me!” Right to the point in fleeting desperation. She couldn’t hide the lust driving her mind, the yearning to see what more can happen and again, the ropes kept her needy, kept her dripping, kept her aware of just what would happen to her.

Hongjoong’s skillful mouth had her seeing stars. Her voice wasn’t quiet in the slightest as someone who was usually less vocal in the bedroom, but Joong was making her lose her goddamn mind. She never had oral this good and being unable to move her arms just to keep Hongjoong pressed against her was just such a power display; defenseless to pleasure, and yet relishing in every second of bliss.

Oh, the mouth on her was so sinful. Hongjoong ate her out like she was starving, like she wanted to wring her dry and Hwa was actively getting close to the edge already. Between the rope, the pleasure, and utter submission, it truly wouldn’t take long before she reached her first release. Those fingers came into play, from spreading her hole to dancing over her clit, she never felt so turned on before, drowning in a sea of euphoria.

She yelped when a finger entered her, a desperate little moan tapering off into the depth of the room and Seonghwa realized just how needy she was for anything. That finger began thrusting, slow at first almost curious before a moderate rhythm was placed. God, it sounded so lewd and wet and her voice only grew louder, inwardly chanting how close she was.

“Ah… ah— I’m s-so close, please, Captain!” Her hips moved against that lone finger that was bringing her more pleasure than her own.

“You can cum as much as you want, baby, but I’ll let it be known now: no matter how many times you cum, I won’t stop until I cum.” Reaching more than one release sounded crazy to even think about, considering Hwa never had the urge to cum more than once. Her ex barely made her cum when things got sexual, but to not dwell on the past, she continued to just revel in the bliss and the words spoken like a promise; Hongjoong planned to make her cum plenty of times.

Within moments, the first wave hit Seonghwa hard, clenching on that finger that had craned up to such a sweet spot she saw stars. Her orgasm ran circles over her body, making her thighs tense up and tremble, making her back arch up as much as possible due to her restrictions, and holy shit, did it feel so, so good. That finger never stopped. If anything, that other hand came into play and started focusing on her clit, rubbing it at the same pace the finger inside of her was moving— another finger was added, slipping in with an obscene wet squelch.

“Oh my god… A-ah!” Hwa was slowly losing the ability to string words together as she panted and moaned, feeling so hot and she didn’t even get any rest from her recent climax.

“Have you ever squirted before, sweetheart?”

“N-no… mmm…” Hwa honestly didn’t think she had the ability to squirt since her ex or even herself was never lucky enough to make it happen.

“Then let me be the first person to get you to do something so beautiful; I know you can do it.” As if to prove such a point, those fingers had curled up to a spot inside of Hwa that shot pleasure up her spine, unlike she’d ever felt. The stimulation on her clit had her thrashing a bit, legs trembling and hips moving sporadically. She panted, moans tumbling out so fluidly and desperately, already close to another orgasm.

Soon, her orgasm hit again, clenching down on those fingers, whimpering so pathetically, panting harder that those hands never stopped. A new pressure began to build, something she’d never felt, almost as if she had to pee which would be beyond embarrassing in a time like this. She wracked around his brain enough to form words, panic setting in and with the inability to move her arms, she couldn’t physically stop this.

“Oh… oh fuck, stop! I… it— ah-ah! I’m gonna pee!” Hongjoong laughed, so cynical, and the fingers on her clit stopped moving, easing her impending accident.

“No, you won’t, baby.” Instead, Joong’s tongue licked up between those folds right to her clit, swirling over the sensitive hood before sucking on it hard; those fingers inside of her went faster.

Seonghwa couldn’t stop the feeling washing over her, couldn’t stop the waves of pleasure plunging her deeper into her headspace. Her voice broke out into a silent scream, eyes rolling up as her vision went white, feeling like a dam broke inside of her as fluid rushed out like a waterfall.

That wasn’t pee; she—

“Fuck!”

Hongjoong let her quake, let her ride out the most powerful climax she’d ever felt, beyond a feeling purely for satisfaction. Rather, she craved it even more and felt a sense of emptiness when that mouth and fingers disappeared. After some time, she finally came back to her senses, eyes blinking back into reality as she noticed not only the huge wet spot on the bed, but the glistening wetness dripping from Hongjoong’s face, who was grinning from ear to ear.

“That’s it. See, I knew you could do it, and it was so fucking hot.” Seonghwa was dazed, still reeling from the immense amount of pleasure wracking through her core. Even when she’d finally calm down, she was still in a puddle of bliss and well… her own fluids.

“Holy shit…” It was all she was able to muster out.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart? The rope still feels good?” The consideration was so lovely and pure and a little ironic since such kind words were spoken after such a filthy thing.

“Green…” She spoke and Hongjoong chuckled, caressing her cheek.

“Thank you for that, but how are you feeling? I know being tied can become uncomfortable after some time, and I didn’t want you to reach that point.” At that moment, Hwa really honed in on her body. After feeling so much pleasure, she didn’t truly feel anything but euphoria, but as things calmed down, the rope did feel a bit chafed and she would like to move her arms again. Mentally, she was beyond good, but physically, she realized the smallest bit of growing discomfort.

“Oh um… can you untie me? It feels so good, but I’m beginning to chafe a little bit.” Hongjoong acknowledged her request and got to work undoing every knot.

It took some time, but that didn't deter any of the energy in the room, still sparking and even more when, with each undone knot, soft lips kissed the marks left behind. Soon Hwa felt lighter, getting a chance to move her arms. They felt a bit stiff, but nothing she couldn’t endure as she stretched them before completely melting into the bed when the last knots around her hips were undone.

Hongjoong got up, then left briefly, and enough to make Hwa pout from the loss of all contact. She watched the woman rummage through a little casing, grabbing the harness and pulling out two dildos as well as some lube. Oh, every second watching made Hwa even wetter than before. She squeezed her thighs together, embarrassed, but oh so excited for what was to come.

Next, Hongjoong began taking her clothes off, slowly unzipping the top part of the tracksuit that revealed her massive boobs in all their pierced glory; Hwa wanted to suck on them so badly. Then Joong shimmied out of her pants, and Hwa got to see the few tattoos scattered across her fitted body. She was thick, thighs so voluptuous and a fat ass and god she was so fucking hot. Soon, Joong walked back over, smirking and holding up the two silicone toys.

“Which one would you like me to use, baby?” Oh wow, a choice? Both looked absolutely insane; one was a bit longer and curved, while the other was thicker in girth and fake vein running on the side, a bit more realistic as well— it seemed she had made up her mind.

“That one.” She pointed, and Hongjoong put the harness on and attached the chosen toy right on the harness, placing the other away. Fuck, it shouldn’t be that hot seeing a sexy woman with a fat cock, but it was making Hwa horny all over again, increasing tenfold, especially when Joong began stroking herself.

“Oh, my baby likes to be stretched out, huh? You said you primarily use your fingers on yourself, but how many?” Oh, the question burned Hwa alive, making her face flush brightly.

“Um… I can go up to four fingers if I’m really horny…” She rushed out. Joong didn’t respond and simply got back into the bed, hiking Hwa’s legs up and making herself at home right between them once again.

Hongjoong had to be some form of sapphic demon because she was so eager to eat her out, to lick and suck her pussy like she was trying to reach her soul. This time, Seonghwa had a hand in those shorter strands, keeping her there while moaning out to high heaven how good it felt, how spectacular she felt. Fingers returned, one then two, and after some time, a third had entered just to stretch her out further.

“You sound so pretty… taste so good I could eat you out for hours.” And obviously, Hongjoong had a way of making her feel pathetic from how lewd she was sounding. Seonghwa came probably more than her body could handle just from skilled fingers alone and that obscene mouth licking into her viciously.

“I… oh god! Yes… yes fuck— I’m gonna cum!” Seonghwa had spoken these words for what seemed like hours as she kept reaching her peak. It wasn’t until Joong finally showed her some grace and pulled back, face dripping, tongue trailing over her lips, licking up Hwa’s juices.

Seonghwa wasn’t expecting much roughness, but she was easily flipped over to her stomach, legs spread, hands on her ass just to spread them apart to see her leaking hole. That sense of vulnerability came back, exposed so much mixed with utter powerlessness, she instinctively arched her back, raising her hips high and eager. Hongjoong tapped the strap on her hole, gliding it over her pussy, and just hearing how wet she was the biggest turn on. There was a brief pullback when she heard the lube bottle open, and next, that toy was teasing her again, all wet and slippery.

“Oh, you want it? Use your words, gorgeous, and I’ll give you everything you want.” God, she didn’t have to be told twice.

“Yes, I want it, Captain! Please fuck me… I’m a good girl, so good for mommy—” Where the fuck did that come from? Seonghwa never used such a title with anyone before, and somehow it just rolled off her tongue too easily. It could be the scene atmosphere, how her mind is perceiving everything, but it also began to dawn on her that the title was not discussed prior. “I’m so sorry… I’m sorry, Captain, I didn’t mean to—” Her words stopped as a moan exploded from her mouth as the tip of that toy entered her.

“You just can’t help yourself.” The toy was pressing into her, making her gasp and cling to the sheets to not lose her sanity, but god, she’s never felt anything like this before. “I usually stray away from that one, but coming from you was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. Are you gonna be mommy’s good girl?” Hwa’s sanity was gone.

“Yes, mommy! Ah-hgn… mommy, please it feels so good!”

Seonghwa forgot how good it felt being stretched and filled; even if it wasn’t the real thing, the silicone slipped into her so easily, inch by inch, reaching so deep she damn well felt it in her spine. Hongjoong stalled her movement, rocking her hips, grinding slowly before pulling out a bit just to press back in. It stayed like this, languid, easing her in whilst driving her crazy because she craved more than the slowness.

It occurred to her that Joong was used to using a strap, and it definitely begged a conversation later, but for now she savored those thrusts, controlled and steadily building up. Hwa led a shaky hand down to circle over his clit, and a drawn-out moan punched out of her, followed by her soft moans with each thrust.

“Feels good, baby?” It felt more than good, it was great, fantastic, and Seonghwa knew there was more to give.

“Y… yes! It’s so good, Captain— oh my god so deep!” She could feel Hongjoong press flush against her, those hands sliding up and down her sides before pressing her down by the shoulders.

“How do you want it? Want it slow, baby? Want it fast?”

“Oh… faster! I…I-I want you to do whatever you want to me… I’ll be a good girl and take whatever you give.” This was what she missed the most about scenes, not necessarily the sex, but completely giving herself up, letting the dom take the reins and all the control she let go of ages ago. Her devotion was growing, being painted right in front of her the realization that Hongjoong was just her perfect dominant.

The toy pulled out slowly, leaving her shaking at the loss when just the tip clung to her hole and one quick thrust later, she nearly screamed out in bliss. The once tentative pace was quicker, thrusts becoming harder and harder, and Hwa just lay there powerless, getting pounded into, literally drooling onto the sheets as she got fucked out of her mind.

Sex to a scene was always a delight when it wasn’t necessary, and the chemistry they had was beyond expectation; maybe them being the perfect match truly wasn’t a lie. From the moment they had their first conversation, it’d been sparks, and Seonghwa was rekindling everything it meant to be a good submissive, both devotion and communication. The best part about Hongjoong was how well she communicated every little thing and made sure Hwa was okay, and Seonghwa loved every bit of their synchronization.

Even now, even though roughness was added, there was still a level of care and consideration, something that made Hwa’s heart burst in adoration. She missed this so much.

“You take it so well, baby. Sounds so fucking hot while taking it… You’re so perfect.” Hwa preened at the praise, starting to move her hips back and keeping the pressure on her clit constant. She was perfect for Captain.

“Ah yes… oh-ohhh my god, f-fuck yes!” That was the extent of her words that were mainly just moans and little whines and, of course, Hongjoong wasn’t shy with her thrusts and seemed so eager to keep Hwa loud.

Seonghwa had reached an orgasm a few times, clenching on the toy ramming into her, and yet she could keep going for hours; mind-numbing pleasure and her fuzzy Ming kept her wanting more and more and more—

Hongjoong had soon thrust in one last time before pulling out completely. The loss was almost too much to handle as Hwa swiveled her hips, rutting backwards, doing anything to get that toy back inside of her. Instead, she was being flipped over, seeing those lustful eyes staring down at her.

“Can I kiss you, sweetheart?” Usually, kissing was way too intimate, especially within the first scenes, but the connection she felt with Hongjoong was too strong, too powerful to deny such a request.

“Yes…” She nodded her head. “Please kiss me.” She didn’t even feel disgusted when she tasted herself on those lips. They were soft, moving as skillfully over her lips as they did on her other lips. A sweet moment that didn’t last long because she was soon moaning into the kiss when fingers pressed into her. She started gasping and panting, breaking the kiss, and saw a wicked smile plastered on Hongjoong's face.

“Gonna make you squirt again; I love when you’re a mess for me, baby.” That new sensation began building up exponentially and Hongjoong’s other hand roughly ran over her clit. She cried out, feeling her inside seizing, legs losing control and it wasn’t long before she was gushing again, fluid shooting out of her so fast she nearly blacked out. Joong gave a few little slaps to her pussy before getting between her legs, running the toy rapidly over her clit.

“Mommy please!” A bit more came out, dripping and leaving such a mess on the sheets and on Hongjoong who was obviously more than eager to be drowning in the mess. It wasn’t long before she was filled again with that glorious cock as she held her legs up. The pace was brisk, and Hwa’s eyes traveled down just to watch herself be split open, seeing her pussy grip and stretch around that cock.

All she could do was moan, taking every thrust, being driven to a constant state of climax after climax that it felt like her soul was leaving her body. Then she was kissed again, fervent and messy as Hongjoong tongue licked into her mouth, claiming her completely from the inside out. Joong was vocal too, grunting and moaning with each thrust like she could truly feel it and maybe the strap had some sort of pleasure attachment that did make Hongjoong feel just as good.

Seonghwa still couldn’t believe how smooth this all went, how their chemistry and sexual desires matched so well, and, again, obviously, that match from the questionnaire meant more than meets the eye. She was getting the brain fucked out of her, mind beginning to slip from reality. In her position, she leaned up and attached her mouth to one of Joong’s pierced nipples, finding pride and making her moan so wantonly.

“Fuck… I knew you liked my piercings.” Hwa didn’t respond, just sucked and tongued the ring before switching to the other one. The thrusts began to stutter. Seonghwa could feel the difference the moment she began sucking on Joong’s tits, and even if she didn’t hold any power, she felt fantastic knowing he got Captain losing control.

At one point, Hwa reached another release, quivering, voice pitched high, and the pressure once again came back, and before she knew it, she was squirting again. This time, her mind floated away, body going limp, as she just let herself be used. God, she fucking loved this.

The thrusts stopped soon enough, and Hwa was so out of it now that she could only feel the euphoria running all over her body. She was so dazed and her brain was so mushy that she couldn’t even fathom Hongjoong removing the strap and moving to be right over her face.

“Now you’re gonna eat me out until I cum, got it?” Seonghwa went to work, eagerly leaning upright as Hongjoong sat right on her face. Hwa was known to be skilled with her tongue as she licked through those wet folds, nosing up to the clit and sucking on it while the small pubes tickled her nose. Joong was so much more vocal, grinding her hips down, riding Hwa’s face quickly, and Seonghwa kept up; she was going to be a good girl and make Captain cum like she was supposed to.

She flicked her tongue, letting it press into Joong’s pussy while the other began playing with her clit fiercely. Joong must have been quite worked up because it didn’t take long before Hwa could feel that pussy clench on her tongue and cumming. Her hand on her clit never stopped as she threw her head back, rising up a bit, and before Seonghwa knew it, she was being squirted on. It wasn’t a lot like she produced, but it splashed her face, and she licked her lips and slurped up some running down Hongjoong’s trembling thighs.

“Mommy tastes so good!” Oh, she was gone. She sank further into subspace, heightened bliss that made her want more than she could even withstand. Instead, Captain moved to face her, grinning and cupping her wet cheeks.

“Sweetheart, are you there?”

“Wanna be mommy’s good girl…” Her mind was still too far away.

“You are mommy’s good girl; you are so good, baby.” The praise did help clear the fog clouding her consciousness, reality coming back bit by bit.

“Good… ‘m good?”

“So good. You did so well, angel.” Seonghwa was still reeling, still dazed, but her mind was slowly beginning to settle on her surroundings, on Hongjoong right in front of her, looking at her like she was just so precious.

“Wow…” She was still wrapping her head around such a surreal moment.

“I’m gonna go and get some towels and a couple of things. I’ll be right back, okay?” That soft voice made Seonghwa blink slowly, nodding her head as she finally sank back into reality.

Hongjoong got up, and Hwa immediately felt so cold, whiny, missing the close proximity. Thankfully, it didn’t last too long because Joong had returned with towels, what looked to be ointment, and a few water bottles. She was dried off of all the mess she made, both fluids and sweat. As she was toweled off, there were kisses raining on her face, and even though it wasn’t fully clean, she loved the small affections given.

She was calming down quickly, faster than she’d ever come down from sub space and Hongjoong only kissed her skin, put a bit of ointment on places held tighter by the ropes, and even helped her drink water— this was the care she craved for. She felt so satisfied and happy and honestly, even more empowered as she found out she can, in fact, squirt.

“Are you doing better, sweetheart?” Seonghwa could finally think and form words.

“Yes, actually, I feel so good right now… better than I’ve ever felt after a scene.”

“I’m glad. Whenever you’re able, I do want to change the sheets. I got carried away and forgot to put down the wet mat before we began.” There was a small smile, and seeing Hongjoong blush a little was too cute.

“I know it’s messy, but can we just cuddle for a bit?”

“Of course, angel.” Hongjoong had slotted right next to her, wrapping her arms around her waist and pulling her close. Even though they were both naked and the sheets were damp, Seonghwa had never felt this safe and comfortable before. Some would say it would be too soon to tell as one scene didn’t solidify anything, but she truly believed Hongjoong was the one.

More conversations were needed, obviously, but there was something deeply resonating and Seonghwa hoped Hongjoong felt it too. For now, she would bask in it all, not taking a single moment for granted and cherishing something she wished she had all along.

“Thank you…” She whispered, not sure what she was so thankful for— maybe for the fact she was treated like a person, treated so nicely and cared for, and getting to experience the best time of her life.

“You don’t need to thank me, baby; just rest for a while, I’ll be right here with you.”

Seonghwa didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but she felt like Hongjoong did feel the same way.

—

Seonghwa never thought she’d ever be center stage, but she felt so alive like this, especially as an aid to her lovely dominant. It took time to really learn more about shibari and rigging, but Hongjoong was so good and thorough about her craft that Hwa simply let herself be taken apart one rope at a time. Now, she was suspended, a plié in mid air accompanied by the ropes that held her up; she felt amazing, beautiful. The crowd's cheers kept her from floating too far as more extreme roping did make her go into sub-space a lot faster, but now she had gotten better at controlling her emotions.

“My good girl is so pretty, isn’t she?” Hong— Captain asked the audience who all showed their gratitude. “And you, tell them how pretty you look.”

“I’m so pretty, my Captain! You made me so pretty.”

“You were always pretty, my star.” The crowd erupted in cheers, whistles, applause, and truly, Hwa had never felt so beautiful.

There was so much discussion. After their first scene, they had deeper conversations about the insight of their relationship and compatibility. It was strong and mutual, and even though there was some wariness in Hwa’s mind as this was the same path as before, she felt even more connected and comfortable, so sure of their relationship. Hongjoong had shown nothing but care, no hindrance, and all concerns were spoken about at the forefront.

So now, she was Captain’s pretty star in front of the audience.

She was admired for some time before Hongjoong started undoing the knots. She didn’t float too much and Joong always treated her after a rope session with utmost care. Hongjoong soon gave her ointment on a few spots, soothing the skin while explaining again how important it was for aftercare. Finally, they went off stage, Hwa was being guided carefully, as it was a bit overstimulating being even a fraction of floaty in front of so many people.

“All good, star?” Joong also retrieved her collar, placing it around her neck, which grounded her further.

“Really good, Captain. I always have fun on stage with you, and I appreciate the care so much.” Seonghwa did it every time because she still couldn’t believe how lovely their relationship was. Granted, the only thing neither had fully crossed was if their relationship would go beyond their dynamics. It seemed that way as it were per their agreement, but they always felt as if something else was present, a pull with a deeper level of commitment.

They were so committed already, there was no stopping it.

Seonghwa wanted to pop the question, but her heart was always so twisted into knots, but she knew there was something; she liked Hongjoong too much not to make what they have into something more.

“What are you thinking about, baby?”

“Us.” She reapplied quicker than she intended and it definitely got Hongjoong’s attention who became a bit more hyper aware.

“Is everything okay? Is there anything you need to discuss with me to make things better? I always want us to be good, so if there’s anything you need, I’m here to listen.” Wow, she was so serious and it only made Hwa’s heart strings unravel. She laughed a little, away adoring how Joong was always ready to do something at her beck and call; she was a needy dominant.

“Slow down!” Hwa eased her laughter and led them to a private booth. A few people passed by to show their gratitude and truly, it felt amazing being known well in a club full of wonderful people. They sat and it was probably the first time since their arrangement that Hongjoong looked nervous, eyes shifty, hands shaking, and Hwa had to remember, dominants had these feelings too and from Joong’s point of view, it probably sounded worrisome.

“So…”

“Please, don’t get worked up, it’s nothing bad, silly! On the contrary, I was just thinking about our relationship and what we are and stuff…” Well, now Hwa was beginning to get nervous because it dawned on her that this could make or break what they already had if Hongjoong didn’t feel the same way.

“Our relationship… I think it’s going really well and I love what we have!” Hongjoong being so nervous was so cute and completely opposite of how she held herself to standard on stage.

“I love it too… which is why I’ve been thinking… about us being more than just our dynamics.” Then it clicked and Hongjoong's eyes widened, mouth falling in a gasp before she started laughing.

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend? Please, don’t ever scare me like that again, I thought we were finished!” Seonghwa soon was able to relax upon hearing that response and began laughing again; she couldn’t believe she was so nervous over something so obvious.

“Well, would you like to be my girlfriend?”

“Is the sky fucking blue? Of course I’ll be your girlfriend!” Hongjoong didn’t even give her a chance to reply as she leaned over the booth, gently grabbing her chin and pulling her into a kiss. They hadn’t kissed outside of scenes and especially not in public, and she could already hear a few onlookers whistle at their shared moment.

“Wait, I’m not dreaming, right? Like this is real?!” She was being dramatic, but this was just too good to be true.

“Seonghwa! I see you’re with your girlfriend.” Wooyoung appeared out of nowhere, and of course, he was still under the impression that they were just their dynamic relationship and he’d tease her endlessly about it.

But now, however…

“Actually, I am! My pretty, amazing girlfriend who’s also the best dom a girl could ever ask for.” This time, she leaned in and kissed Hongjoong, sparing a glance at Woo, who was so shell-shocked at the revelation.

Most would think this new level of their relationship would be different to manage, but they were practically acting like they were dating anyway, beyond being a dom and a sub. Those softer moments were there, those close moments in the scenes, they almost spoke some crazy words in the heat of it all that fizzled out, and it just felt like the heart wanted more.

They both wanted more.

Seonghwa was close to saying those words, but she waited; this was still a new addition to their relationship, but she’d keep it to herself a bit longer.

She loved Captain, but most importantly, she loved Kim Hongjoong.