Pleasure for Pleasure by Jamie Sobrato

notes.” Josie reached for the glasses, and Erika hid them behind her back.
    â€œYou have a visitor out front. Normally I wouldn’t interrupt class to tell you, but seeing as how you’re dressed up like you are, I was going to pop in and let you know—”
    â€œWho is it?”
    â€œHunk-a-licious from next door.”
    â€œTrent?”
    â€œHe says he left something in your office last night?” Erika raised an eyebrow.
    Last night. Josie had to somehow keep her mind off of the events that had led to her confusing words like “partnership” and “penis.”
    â€œLet him see you like this and he’ll be putty in your hands. I’ll just send him on back.” Erika turned and headed toward the lobby, but Josie grabbed her arm.
    â€œWait!”
    â€œHey, I’ve got it—I’ll tell him you need some help with a class, and he can be your volunteer whipping boy.”
    Josie giggled at the idea and then sobered. Maybe Erika had something there. She’d intended to ask for a volunteer from the class to help her, but it would be far more effective to use someone whose wife wasn’t sitting a few feet away.
    â€œSend him back here.”
    Erika flashed an alligator grin, then hurried to the lobby. A moment later Trent appeared in the hallway. As he approached he took in Josie’s attire, surveying her head to toe, and back up again.
    â€œDamn, I came dressed all wrong.”
    â€œI need your help.” She grasped his hand. “I’m doing a demonstration in this seminar, and I need an assistant.”
    â€œIsn’t that Erika’s job?”
    â€œA male assistant.”
    â€œWhat do I have to do?”
    â€œNothing really. Just sit there and look cute.”
    â€œI thought I wasn’t allowed to drop in on your classes anymore.”
    â€œI’m making an exception.”
    A slow smile spread across his lips. “Honey, wear that outfit and I’ll go wherever you want.”
    Josie smiled. “Good. Come on in.”
    She led Trent to the chair where she’d previously been sitting, and he took a seat.
    â€œEveryone, I’d like you to meet my partner for the evening, Trent. He’ll be helping me in a demonstration.”
    Trent eyed the table, with its assortment of leather-and-metal implements, then shot Josie a warning look. She ignored him. Now was the time to adopt her dominatrix persona. One of the goals of the class was to give participants concrete ways to get started in S&M. The inexperienced in the class needed a clear idea of how to behave in the beginning, so that they could build their confidence and become more adventurous.
    Josie herself had to rely on the how-to video she’d watched and taken notes on a few hours before, in place of any real experience at whipping men into submission. She picked up her class notes and tried to scan them one last time, but her eyes couldn’t focus on the jumble of letters. So much for preparation.
    â€œIt’s really up to you as a couple to decide who plays the dominant role and who will be the submissive. Some couples prefer to switch roles back and forth.”
    She went to the table and selected a black strip of cloth, a pair of handcuffs and a whip. When she turned to Trent, she could have sworn she’d caught him staring at her with raw, unabashed lust. Maybe she was a more convincing dominatrix than she thought.
    Recalling the posture of the woman in the video, Josie puffed up her chest as best she could and assumed an authoritative stance, her feet spread wide apart. Shepulled back the whip and, just as she’d practiced with Erika earlier, cracked it in the air near Trent’s chair.
    Except, instead of cracking in the air, she managed to hit Trent’s thigh.
    â€œOuch!” He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
    Okay, minor setback. She’d just act as though she’d meant to whip him. This was a lesson in