<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/tumblr_mfjn49GNI41rkqayvo1_500_zpsfe937118.jpg)</div><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Trent</span></div><hr/><br/>Trent was enjoying the taste of Jayson's skin as it brushed against his lips and tongue. It was obviously arousing Jayson which added to Trent's own enjoyment of the process. His board shorts were still dry, his swim having been delayed by his own thoughts and the arrival of this beautiful servant so they didn't reveal his growing hardness as much as they might have if they'd been clinging to him. Yet he was quite turned on by pleasuring Jayson in this soft and gentle way.<br/><br/>Despite Jayson's clear enjoyment, he also seemed to grow uneasy with Trent's requests of him. Protesting and even pleading with him, to take care of Trent's enjoyment first. It wasn't something he found difficult to understand, they had both been taught the same lessons in how to be used as a slave.<br/><br/>Trent's college philosophy classes had taught him enough critical thinking to recognize the paradox he'd inadvertently created. Was it possibly to order someone to take charge? And if they said no, were they then following the order or disobeying? Isaac had tried with him, with his last order to try being dominant and Trent had to admit that the results so far were mixed at best. Now he was passing on the same confusion to Jayson.<br/><br/>He wondered for a moment what Isaac or even Kane might do in this situation, but he knew it was a false analogy. He couldn't be a master like anyone else without it being an imitation and a farce. He had to learn his own way of being a master.<br/><br/>Jayson interrupted his thinking by seizing his arms, holding him in place and it felt wonderful. Sheer pleasure and comfort at the manhandling swept through him, for a moment being exactly what he wanted. He could see how nervous Jayson was at doing it, about as nervous as Trent had been facing the same challenges. Then Jayson kissed him and being held and kissed was a balm to his wounded spirit. The kiss was only brief before Jayson's lips descended to explore more of his body, mirroring Trent's earlier caresses and going further to toy with his very sensitive nipples.<br/><br/>He looked down at Jayson's face, eager to please and flushed with arousal and even, he thought, a faint tinge of embarrassment. The servant asked him what he wanted,<br/>"I need a moment to think, I think I'm onto something." he said, resting a hand on Jayson's shoulder, holding him back from distracting Trent with any more of those wonderful kisses. He closed his eyes, thinking through the dilemma for a moment.<br/><br/>He'd never read much about BDSM when Isaac had been with him, taking all of his classes on the subject personally from Isaac. His psychologist though had recommended a number of books, which despite his first hand experience Trent had found difficult to understand. He thought he was on the verge of figuring it out though as he could feel the gears turning in his mind.<br/><br/>Dominance wasn't about giving orders and having them followed, at least not by Isaac's school of thinking or the essays in the books he'd read. It was about being the one to take responsibility, to understand your submissive enough to make the decisions for them. He realized he'd been crossing a line, not with giving the orders but by not understanding Jayson and trying to put responsibility on his shoulders.<br/><br/>Jayson had been doing exactly what he'd asked, making the hard decision to reject what Trent had asked for and give him instead what Jayson thought he needed. Right now Trent thought he could love Jayson for that attempt alone, setting aside all of his instincts and training for Trent's benefit, but it wasn't going to help Trent achieve the dominance that he was looking for. That he could only do, not by giving orders but by taking responsibility.<br/><br/>He opened his eyes again, smiling down at Jayson, "You are amazing. Did you know that?" and he reached down and kissed the top of Jayson's head.<br/>"So what you're saying is that the place you most want to be kissed, is my body?"<br/><br/>He didn't know if he was ready to just relax and let Jayson give him all the pleasure just yet. But he wasn't going to place the burden on Jayson again to make that call. "Kiss my mouth again." he said. With his right hand he grasped Jayson's wrist and brought Jayson's left hand up to rest on Trent's chest, with his own left hand he reached out and began softly exploring Jayson's chest, encouraging Jayson to mirror him again.<br/><br/>They would share in some simpler pleasures, both enjoying themselves until Trent felt ready to let Jayson pleasure him alone.