“Turn your back to me,” he said.“I want to see if you still have marks from my crop.”
Slowly she followed his order.
“They’re faint.But beautiful.You’re beautiful.”
When he said it like that, she believed it.
“You can sit on the table for now.”
As she neared it, she noticed that there was a wheeled metal cart next to it.An oversized wand-type vibrator lay on top.And the stainless-steel butt plug was there too, along with a bottle of lube and a container of hand wipes.
She perched on the edge, already clenching her ass in mute protest.
He slipped a pair of safety scissors into his back pocket before picking up several lengths of purple rope and walking across the room to join her.
“I still have doubts about this.You know that, right?”she asked.
“We’ll go at your pace, and I won’t push you beyond your limits.”
She scowled, quite accustomed to his brand of Dominance.“You’ll take me right up to the very edge, though.”
“My focus is on you, sweet Sofia.Nothing and no one else.”He put the rope, of varying thicknesses, on the tray before tracing a finger reassuringly over one of her eyebrows.“You have your safe word and you can say yellow for any reason, even muscle fatigue.I’ll be talking with you, telling you exactly what’s happening, checking in with you at every step.I’ll tie the knots so that I can get you out quickly.”
“Uhm…so what are the scissors for?”
“Precaution only.In the unlikely event you need out and I’m not moving fast enough, I’ll cut you out.Freedom will never be more than a few seconds away.”
His tone was gentle, woven with reassurance but, as always, that underlying steel was there.He hypnotized her.
“We’re going to start with hair bondage.Then I’ll put you in a chest harness.You can stand for both of those.It’s not until the very last parts that I’ll put you on your belly and attach your ankles and wrists to the chest harness.”
She hadn’t considered that it was a long, complicated process and that she wouldn’t be folded over the whole time.
“Are you ready to proceed?”
Stalling would only prolong the inevitable.
“The plug first.”
She wrinkled her nose.
“The image will be stunning.I want you to squat.”
“What?”
He regarded her.
“Is that really necessary?”
“Which part?The position or the plug?”
“Either.Both.”
“Of course not.”
She exhaled.
“But we’ll be doing both, nevertheless.”
