The Challenge“So, Jordan – it seems you told our friend Paige that you ‘could tell
The Challenge“So, Jordan – it seems you told our friend Paige that you ‘could tell that she was ‘naturally’ submissive just from her body type.’ Yes, you were right – but not everyone in our circle appreciated the assumption,” the tall woman with the magenta hair announced with thinly-veiled annoyance.“So here’s what we’ve proposed… we got a little ‘sample’ together. You’re going to tell us… who’s a top? Who’s ‘naturally’ submissive? I guess we’ll see if it really is based on curviness and long, straight hair,” she said, flicking her own.“For each sub you get right, they’ve agreed you get them for an evening… a long evening. For each you get wrong, you don’t! But you might not want to just pick the ones you like…” I immediately heated up and started thinking who I hoped I’d be right about.“But for each top you get wrong,” she continued, “They get an evening with you… and, as I said, I’m sure that you will find it to be a very long evening…”That’s a little different, I thought. A night with an annoyed top…“Well you should shiver… let’s just say that you might find it challenging.”“And why should I go along with this?” I asked.“Oh, Jordan, Jordan… it’s a small town, really – or a small ‘scene’, anyway… so you really want everyone in our circle trying to prevent or disrupt you every time you want to play with someone?”“So you’ve really got me over a barrel…” I admitted. I imagined a curvy top, envious of my bird-like stature, wanting a bit of ‘justice’. I shivered again.“Not yet – but we will…” Some laughed, some blushed. I made mental notes, that was a big clue.“Do I get to know how many are tops and how many are submissive?”Red looked around, as if for permission – nods, shakes, eyebrows. More clues.“At least one of each,” she said definitively. I already had her pegged as a top. “That’s all I’ll say for now.”“Do I get to talk with each of you?”“Appearance only – isn’t that what you said?”“Yes, but I was speaking to Paige – there are other reasons… the way you talk, body language.”“A compromise, then – you can note our body language but not speak to us,” she offered. As if that was different from now. I can tell some women want to speak up… tops, presumably, to guide the exchange, submissives to help – generally. Can I tell one from another? And what about the rest? Some stand in cool, amused silence – others with visible anxiety… it’s not really that difficult. Who wants me to guess right? Who wants me to be wrong? Is that even a clue?So I know Red’s a top… but she hasn’t hidden it – is she okay with that? If it’s a bluff it’s a damn good one… do I want to guess right and let her top me? Might not be too bad… though sounds like she organized this to ‘teach me a lesson’… wouldn’t a top have given her name? Certainly wouldn’t mind topping her… with a little more experience I might know some of these women already… well it seems like I’m certainly about to…“You can start any time, Jordan,” Red tells me and I think top, top, top…“Start? I’m finished.”“Refuse to play? Really?”“Oh, I’m playing.” I take a deep breath, hope for the best.“You’re all submissives.” I watch the reactions, the realizations of the implications, ripple across the group.“So – how’d I do?” -- source link