Training Wheels

3

When we arrive back on the first floor, I’m faced with a tall, blonde, and absolutely stunning woman standing at the front desk. Her bright blue eyes are the first thing I notice when she turns to me, a confused smile on her face.

The confusion is only present on her fair features for a moment before recognition flits through her eyes.

“You must be the newcomer Haz mentioned!” Her voice is just as sweet as her face, and I’m honestly shocked I’m still conscious and upright at this point. I’m positive that I’m standing between the most attractive pair of people I’ve ever seen, and suddenly there are arms wrapped around my shoulders.

‘Pez’ had leaned in and hugged me to her chest tightly before I even had time to wrap my head around this. I wasn’t entirely sure what Harry had mentioned but clearly not my anxiety. Surprisingly, much like Harry, she settled the usual violent waves of anxiety - I would be near tears if any stranger off the street did this but somehow she’s very comforting and motherly in the way she holds me for a few moments.

“Alright, Pez, you’re choking him on your bags!” Harry barks out a laugh at this, not quite his cackle from earlier but loud and bright nonetheless.

The woman only laughs, though, and pulls away. I notice she’s wearing a knee-length, skin-tight black skirt and a strapless crop top to match. I’d guess she’s got a lot of money, given that she looks like she could be walking a red carpet the way she looks. She has fierce features, sharp cheekbones, and dark-colored lips, but her eyes are warm as she looks at me.

“It’s lovely to meet you,” she holds out her hand to shake mine, very firmly. “I’m Perrie Edwards, but I’m only addressed as Pez or Mistress Pez here. I’m an educator and mistress at Fetish.”  I nod, sure a blush in still dusting my cheeks as I try not to stare too hard.

“I’m Kyler. Nice to meet you, too.” It takes everything in me not to visibly cringe at what feels like an awkward exchange. It isn’t at all awkward but being so unused to social exchanges in general, everything is uncomfortable for me.

“Have you decided if you’d like to join us?” She asks, turning back to the desk to pick up a large folder and the clipboard Harry had written in earlier. Harry gives her the ring of keys he’d been using to open up the doors we passed, too.

I look to Harry, who gives me a reassuring smile, before nodding to Perrie.

“Great! I conduct all intake interviews, and usually alone, but Harry’s got to learn the process so he can come with us. I’ll have a chat with you, ask you some stuff, take some notes, and then we’ll do a membership application for you. Lots of boring and potentially invasive paperwork, yay!” She cheers sarcastically, turning to walk into one of the private rooms towards the front door.

I follow her and Harry, trying to breathe evenly and remind myself that I’ve been here for a while now and I know the surroundings. If I ever want to branch out and overcome the anxiety I need to face it and push forward.

In the room, there’s a sleek glass and metal table and some soft, colorful chairs. Art hangs on the walls and it feels more like a waiting room than a dungeon’s intake room.

Perrie takes a seat, crossing her legs and looking strangely regal in the colorful room. Harry sits on the side of the table and pulls out the chair across from Perrie for me to sit.
After arranging several rather thick packets of paper, she clears her throat a bit and smiles at me.

“Don’t worry, love, it looks a lot more formal than it is. I just need to know what you want out of this place - are you looking for education, a community, play?” She asks.

“Well, education and community mostly. I’m definitely too shy to play right now.” I try to speak louder than a mumble but I feel like I’m losing my voice a bit. I shake my head and clear my throat, thinking about how comfortable I’ve felt with Harry all day.

When I look over at him to my left, he’s smiling big and bright, dimples on full display. It’s a bit infectious and I smile back, slightly more at ease.

“Good. We get a lot of people wanting a play space but this is a commitment. We want people who value a community and want to learn and grow. Now, I’m going to go through this application - we keep it on file for each member here as long as you’re with us - and some stuff might be a bit uncomfortable for you if you’re shy. Nothing you could say is a wrong answer, okay love?” She reaches across and pats my hands where I’m twisting my fingers in front of me. I breathe and nod, feeling like I’m in an interrogation somehow.

Perrie leans back in her chair, picking up a packet and looking over it. With a pen, she begins marking things, and she sighs out happily when she looks at me again.

“So, lots of quick stuff. Age, full legal name, preferred pronouns?” She questions, not looking back at me as she writes my responses.

“Eighteen, Kyler Joshua Simmons, and male pronouns.” I reply.

“Great. What is your primary role? I can tell you’re an S type, do you consider yourself a submissive, a little, a slave, a toy?” She asks.

“Submissive,” I reply, and I can feel my nerves easing before I decide I need to be honest with myself in this venture. “And maybe a toy. I’d like to explore that.” My voice breaks, but I force it out.

Harry sits up at that and coughs a little at being caught when I turn to look at him, a warmth in his cheeks that I only barely catch.

“I’ve got some forms for you to fill out yourself. There’s a health check form, an emergency contact form for safety, and a personal profile. The first two are necessary, but we’d really appreciate the third because it helps us decide where you’d fit best in education programs and group activities here!”

Somehow Perrie has remained quite upbeat throughout this, despite it being roughly eleven in the morning. I do my best to hold in a sigh as she hands me the thicker packet and a blue pen.

Harry and Perrie chat while I work through it, occasionally talking to me and answering any questions I have. I end up putting Louis down as my emergency contact seeing as I don’t actually know anyone else well enough in England. The health form is a bit more personal, including a section specifically for transgender people about their transition process, which I greatly appreciated.

The profile section made up almost the entire packet with nearly twenty pages. Most of it was categorizing and determining what kind of sub I am, and a very, very extensive checklist used to determine limits and likes. I learned a lot about my interests just filling it out and when I checked my phone after I finished I realized it had been over an hour since we’d met with Perrie.

I cap my pen and set the papers down to slide them across to Perrie. I should probably have expected the small cheer from her, but it still made me laugh.

While Perrie reads through the packet, reviewing my answers, she’s nodding and writing something down in the form on her clipboard. I don’t really understand why they need all of this but if it helps me, in the long run, I will gladly fill out all her forms.

Harry leans closer to me, rolling his chair to my side of the table.

“Was it that bad?” He asks, a concerned frown creasing his brow.

“What? No, I liked it.” I reply.

“You look like you could piss yourself, if I’m honest.” Harry deadpans, looking at me like I’ve gone a bit crazy.

I can’t help but laugh, trying to cover my mouth and I lean my forehead onto the surface of the table to hide.

“This is great, Kyler. Very thorough. I’m going to have a card made for you, just like a check-in card that you can show to whoever is at the desk when you come in.” I nod as Perrie cleans up all the papers and stacks them back in the folder. Harry stands just before she does, and I follow suit unsure of where to go next.

It occurs to me that I hadn’t asked Harry if he was taking me home as well, but I decide not to ask, and if he doesn’t offer I’ll just pay for the uber home.

I see that my worrying is just a bit premature when Harry takes me to the small elevator in the lobby and tells me he’s going to show me the third floor.

Perrie smiles and waves us off when we get in, and I don’t really know what to expect. I’ve obviously seen dungeon areas before, I’ve seen playrooms and all that but seeing them in person is very different.

“These all stay unlocked at all times, no doors have locks. For safety. They can be closed for privacy, however.”

Harry wraps his hand around my wrist and gently tugs me down one of two halls in front of the elevator, all the doors open and revealing numerous well-made beds in each room. They honestly just looked like bedrooms for four to ten people each, with a random collection of kinky furniture and toy displays. Each room has a different number of beds, but not one has only a single bed.

“Are there any rooms with only one bed?” I ask quietly, noticing that Harry hasn’t let go of my wrist despite me walking alongside him now.

“One, and it’s nearly soundproof. It’s usually saved for sensory deprivation scenes or private punishments.” I just nod, continuing to peek through each room as we pass them. We come to a turn in the hall and I see that it just connects to the second hallway we saw in front of the elevator.

“This is nice. I like the rooms.” The rooms in this hallway appear to be themed; one is mostly blue and even has a waterbed, one is red and has plenty of sharp metal lying around.

When we approach the elevator again, Harry’s hand is burning into my skin and I’d rather he be holding my hand instead of this, but I don’t mention it. He presses the button and when we step inside, like he suddenly realizes he’s still holding on, he drops my wrist and mumbles a barely audible apology. I choose to keep silent, not having really minded it.

When we return to the main lobby, there’s a dark-haired man talking to Perrie, and I vaguely recognize him from the munch. He’s - surprise, surprise - incredibly attractive.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were coming today, Mr. Winston.” Harry nods politely toward the man, and I can see that he’s very important by the formal way Harry and Perrie both speak to him.

“Just stopping in. Perrie mentioned that we’ve someone new, would that be you?” The man, Mr. Winston, turns to me with a kind smile and his hand held out.

I hesitantly shake it, hoping my voice doesn’t fail me this time.

“Yes, my name is Kyler. This is my first time here.” I can’t stop myself from looking to Harry where he stands next to the man for approval. Harry shoots me a quick thumbs up and smiles.

“Pleasure to meet you. I’m Ben Winston, but I’d like you to address me as Mr. Winston or simply Sir for now. I’m the owner of Fetish.” I swallow dryly, understanding the sudden formality. “I suppose Perrie has done your intake and Harry has shown you around?”

“Yes… sir.” I’m not terribly sure he means for me to address him like this, but I’d rather be safe than sorry, especially on my first visit.

The smile Ben gives me seems like a good sign, though, and he nods just barely to confirm that.

“If you’d like, we have a group coming in for the tour in about an hour, and an introductory class that you’re welcome to participate in as a new member.”

“Oh, thank you, sir.” I don’t really have any idea what I’d be doing for the next hour and a half before the class, or what the class is on, but something tells me he wants me to go.

“I’m teaching the class on getting comfortable with your role in and out of the bedroom. I’d love for you to come, darling.” Perrie speaks up from her place by the desk, getting an approving nod from Ben. Before I respond, I look at Harry next to me and he’s got a small smile still sitting on his cheeks.

“We could go for a quick lunch nearby before the class if you want.” He offers, and lunch sounds much better than awkwardly lingering in the building with no one but Perrie and the intimidating owner.

“That would be great, actually.” I say, feeling too loud and too unnecessary in the near silence of the lobby and amongst three uncannily attractive, dominant people.

Ben nods us off and walks into the main room, calling a soft “Have fun,” over his shoulder.

“Haz, can you get me my coffee on your way back please? I’ll let you help me in class,” The way she sings the last bit makes me wonder what Harry’s so eager to teach in the class, but if he’s there with me I’d be happy to see another familiar face to distract me from all of the unfamiliar ones bound to be there.