“Noted. You’ve played in public before?”
“At clubs. Mostly being spanked. I’ve never been naked in public before.” He swipes his tongue over his lips again, making them glisten.
“Do you want to play?”
“Fuck, yes.” He dips his chin and lowers his eyes. “I mean, yes, Sir.”
I slide my hand to his lower back and push him to his feet. There's a leather leash clipped to the D-rings on my kilt. I unhook it, turn Archie to face me, and clip the leash onto his harness. He smiles and bites into his lower lip, his cheeks flushing pink. Without a word, I lead him into the playroom.
It’s a small, intimate room, well heated, with low lighting. The air is filled with the sounds of moans, groans, and the occasional cry. Of hands, paddles, and whips striking flesh. There’s plenty of equipment to use in here: spanking benches, sex chairs, whipping posts, stocks, and a bondage board as well as racks of equipment from spanking implements to tools for sensory play, cock cages, blindfolds, and gags. There are also bottles of antibacterial spray and wipes for cleaning things down once they’ve been used. If there had been more room, I’d have installed a sex swing, but there was no way one would fit. There are also blankets and towels stowed away on black shelving.
I look at Archie, gauging his reaction to the room. He’s still biting his lip as he stares from one couple to the next. My gaze roves down his body to the obvious bulge in his jeans.
“You like to be bound?” I clarify.
He nods.
“And blindfolded?”
Another nod.
I smile and tug the leash, making him follow me to the bondage board.
“Jeans off.”
He tears his attention away from the playing couples and blinks.
“Didn’t you hear me?” I bark. “I said jeans off.”
He gulps, nods, and quickly shimmies out of the skin-tight clothing. He's wearing a black jockstrap with extra wide straps over his hips. I hum approvingly and unclip the leash. I take the jeans from him, fold them up, and put them on the floor beside the board.
“Lie down, spreadeagled.”
He lies on the board and spreads his legs and arms wide.
“Are you sure?” I ask. “Once we start to play, there’s no going back.”
“I think we crossed that line a while ago, Sir.”
He’s right, but until this moment, I think I’ve been convincing myself that I’ll still be able to look him in the eyes as if nothing had happened on Monday morning. I’m a fool, but right now, my lust is overriding my common sense.
“Then until we’re done playing, you’re mine. Do you understand?”
He nods. “Yes, Sir.”
“You’re good with the safewords?”
“Traffic lights. Green means go, yellow is slow down, and red means stop. I have been to kink clubs before.”
I know, I know. They’re pretty standard, but I always check anyway. I don’t ever want there to be a lack of communication between a sub and me.
I kneel and strap his ankles and wrists to the board before leaving him alone so I can select a blindfold and a few sensory toys to play with. He smiles at me as I show him a thick strip of black satin. I stare into his eyes. They’re so full of lust and trust it makes me shiver.
“I’m ready, Sir,” he whispers. “Let’s play.”
I take his glasses off, fold the arms down, and put them on top of his jeans. I cover his eyes and tie the blindfold to the side of his head so he's not lying on an uncomfortable knot. Then I pick up a feather and touch the tip to his skin.
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