While the Domme returned to the bondage implements to choose her next piece of fabric, Jamie imagined her girlfriend tightening the sapphire collar around her throat, manhandling her body, taking her like she always used to.We haven’t done it like that in such a long time.The limo after the wedding was as crazy as they got since the new year. Jamie didn’t want to believe that they were getting boring as their relationship progressed, but she had to admit there wasn’t much time to explore their kinkier sides as of late. Hell, there was barely time to make love and have vanilla sex. Etta hadn’t touched her since Jamie told her she might be sick.
“It sounds lovely,” she said, sucking in her breath. The Domme returned to the front of the stage, wrapping another silk scarf around her model’s torso. The Domme glanced up at the hoops, tossing another strip of silk through one of them. “One of these days, I’ll have to serve you again… ma’am.”
Etta’s fingers dug into Jamie’s flesh. “I love it when you call me that.”
“I love calling you that.”
Jamie caught a sly glance from Monique before she looked back at the stage. By then, every hoop in the ceiling had a black piece of silk woven through it. Jamie didn’t know what to expect, but she suspected that things were about to get wild.
She really had no idea yet.
Half the audience gasped when the submissive was jerked into the air.Not lifted, jerked.Yet her face showed no surprise, no fear, and certainly no words as she relaxed her body and went with the flow. Her Domme secured her, suspending her in the air with only the five hoops and their silk bands to keep her leveled. Her legs slowly drifted down as the Domme loosened the grip those bands had on her ankles. Jamie watched in absolute awe, and almost in fear that the submissive was going to crash to the ground, while more silk bands tied to this one, that one, and wove in and out of the woman’s protruding arms.
There was no telling what was going on. A woman who worked for the club brought out a step ladder for the Domme to use. She climbed on it right away, hurrying to wrap her beautiful, black-haired model in as many silk bands as possible. She was forced into the position of a mummy, right there, suspended in the air. The Domme whispered something in her ear, and she drew her knees up, pushing them into her stomach. The Domme was quick to wrap another silk binding around them. Soon, the submissive was completely wrapped, except for her head.
Jamie held her breath. This was almost unreal.
The Domme jumped off the stool and removed her jacket, tossing it onto a bench. The same staff woman from before appeared to the side, offering a glass of whiskey on the rocks. The Domme downed it, her model still hanging from the ceiling, calm and patient.
The glass went back on a serving platter. The server walked away. The Domme returned to her project, hands on hips as she studied her partner above her. “I see,” she muttered. The only reason Jamie couldhear her was because the seat was close enough. “That one right there…”
She got back on the stool and readjusted the strap. She whispered something in the submissive’s ear, but she did not respond. Behind her, Jamie felt Etta stir, probably to finish off her drink and discreetly order another one from a server.
“Do you want anything?” Jamie shook her head. She was still working on the cosmo and was too transfixed on the stage to say or do anything else.
Before the audience could lose interest, before they could be distracted by something else, and before they could conclude that this was all they would see tonight, the Domme leaped off the stool while pulling on one of the binds.
Whoa!Everything came undone. Every bind, except for two, snapped out of the hoops and fluttered to the floor, some of them caught on a draft and drifting toward the tables. The woman, who had once looked so secure, exploded from her silky shell, bursting with a loud gasp as her long hair splayed around her and then pointed to the ground. Her arms hung above her, a pattern appearing between the both of them.Wings.Round like a butterfly’s.
Once it was clear that this was part of the show, eager applause rang out from every table. Hushed voices rose around Jamie. Even Etta, who usually didn’t comment on much, said she wasn’t expecting that.
“A butterfly hatching from its cocoon,” a man at another table explained to his friend. “Now, that’s exquisite bondage.”
The Domme hopped back up on the stepstool one last time. With the help of the same woman from before, the two of them gingerly lowered the model to the ground. Once she was secure on her feet, the worker stepped away, and the Domme was left to untie her girlfriend and take off the blindfold. She shook out her arms with a smile as they stood at the front of the stage and graciously bowed. The applause intensified.
“Wow,” someone muttered at the table while the lights came back on.The couple stepped off the stage. “That was unreal.”
Ira stood up to use the restroom. Before they could go, they said, “My shoulder sockets are in such sympathy agony right now. Be right back.”
Etta backed away from Jamie, although a hand remained on her thigh. “What did you think?” Etta asked.
I’m still trying to process it.While Jamie expected some form of art, she did not expect what essentially became a performance piece.That young woman had been so calm and trusting of the one tying her up… and she had a great, imaginative mind to come up with something like that.Did she come up with it? Or did she get it from somewhere else? Jamie wasn’t an artist. She barely knew how to write legibly some days, but she could appreciate fine art when she saw it, and the more she thought about what she saw, the more she appreciated it in turn.
“It was exciting.” Those were the first words to come to mind. “I don’t want you trying that on me anytime soon, but…”
Etta chuckled. “How about something simpler than that?”
Jamie chewed on her smile. “I wouldn’t mind. Been a while since you bound me to bed, ma’am.” She wasn’t always in the mood for it, but when she saw something like that, she couldn’t help but think about Etta tying her up to their bed, covering her in kisses before doing whatever the hell she wanted. It always ended with both of them too exhausted to continue.
The performance was the only thing anyone would talk about for the next five minutes. Someone described it as a magic trick. Another person said they had seen the Domme’s Instagram account, and it was mostly weavings and other pieces with her girlfriend. Jamie found out that the couple did shows like this all over.I feel sorry for whoever’s next… they better be damn erotic to compete with that.
“Look who I found getting lost in our happy little home.”
Ira returned with two guests, who apparently commanded enough presence to force half the people at the table to scoot overand make room for them.
Soon, Etta no longer sat next to Kennedy Anderssen, but the master bondage artist, who accepted the table’s hospitality alongside her young girlfriend – who was in the process of yanking off her pretty collar and shoving it in her partner’s pocket as if she couldn’t stand it any longer. Ira followed them, reclaiming their much narrower seat on the other side of the table.
“Everyone, this is Varen Lake, one of the sharpest tech gurus in the Pacific Northwest… and her… uh…”
