“Asher is going to pick one of the ropes that he’d like me to use for today’s demonstration.” His hands fell away with the order. “Since he’s a newbie to this type of kink, I’m going to start with the simplest of knots. One that can be undone in a matter of seconds if it crosses any unknown limits.”
As he talked, I walked to the small metal tray that someone would find at a doctor’s office. On it was, of course, scissors, a blindfold, and four different colors of rope. They looked to be all the same length, but one was thicker than the others. Running my fingers along the textures, I let the fibers rub against my skin. After another pass, I picked up the black one, as it was softer than the others.
“Good choice, sweetheart,” Oscar smiled, taking the rope from my outstretched hand. “This one is part silk, part bamboo. Soft on the skin, won’t pinch as much as a few others, and is a great choice for the first time. Have a seat, Asher.” He tilted his head towards the chair that was a few feet away.
Once sitting, Oscar was behind me again, hands rubbing along my shoulders. “There are many ways to restrain someone. I could rope this boy up from head to toe in many different ways, but that’s more my brother’s thing to do. I prefer just arms and legs.” There was light laughter at the comment of his brother from the audience. “Arms out in front of you.”
With my arms stretched out before me, Oscar was beside me, already beginning to wrap the rope around my wrists, tucking a bent piece in between them before wrapping the rope a few more times.
“You don’t want the rope too tight, so putting two fingers between it and the skin to check for tightness is always a must. And the sub at the mercy of the rope should speak up right away if there is any tingling.” He tested the bounds as he spoke, easily slipping in three fingers.
“Color?”
“Green, Sir.”
I got a nod before he undid the tie, moving to redo the rope up my arms this time. From my wrists to my elbows, both arms were pinned together. There wasn’t much give, and I couldn’t take my eyes away from the artwork.
“You don’t want to make the joints be pinned. That is likely to cause issues during the scene. As you can see I didn’t go past the elbow. Now, if I were to do so, I’d have left an open space of rope, then continued on to his shoulders.” Oscar’s hands ran along my exposed skin as he said the words.
With each pass of his hands, my mind calmed more and more. It was hard to keep my eyes open, so I dipped my head, letting them slide close.
“Scoot up a bit,” Oscar whispered in my ear. My body followed the order, my butt right on the edge of the chair. Louder, he explained what he was doing. “This rope is the normal run-of-the-mill type of thing. Depending on how it’s used, the Dom should watch for pinching, unless that’s what you're going for.” There were some chuckles, but they went over my head as Oscar began to wind another rope around my chest in some sort of art. One that I couldn’t see, even if my eyes were open. His hands never left my skin, touching every part that wasn't covered by the rope along my upper body.
“Some subs will need more than a bit of rope to put them into subspace, and while that subject wasn’t on my list to cover, it’s important to know and understand that something new can cause a sub to go into that type of headspace.”
There were a couple of tugs with more explanations from Oscar. As he talked, his words began to go in one ear and out the other. Everything but him, his touch, and the rope around my arms and chest disappeared.
I had trouble holding my head up, breathing shallowly, as I floated. There was nothing but his touch. There had never been a time I felt like this before. So light, like there was nothing to worry about. It was ten times better than any drug I had ever taken.
“Color?”
It took my mouth too long to answer, and my mind too long to put a word out. And I wasn’t sure if he had asked me more than once. But I finally got something out, even though I wasn’t sure it was spoken more than inside my head.
“Green.”
Even my thoughts were slurring, as though I were drunk. But without the spinning that came with drinking too much alcohol.
“Now, to undo these ropes,” Oscar’s voice trailed off as his hands ran up the back of my neck for a second. What felt like moments later, the rope was taken away from around my chest and arms, leaving me feeling loopy and out of place. Almost naked, even.
Yet, his hands didn’t leave me. Always touching, soothing, and keeping me from spiraling.
“I’ll be happy to answer questions in a bit. Subs, in Dom’s care, always come first.” I was pulled to stand, my feet forgetting how to move as Oscar’s hand held onto me. I blinked my eyes repeatedly as he led me away from where the demo had been set up.
There were muffled voices as I swayed when we came to a stop. It was dimmer wherever I had been led to, which I was silently thankful.
“Sit, sweetheart.”
I could only follow the commands, my thoughts sluggish as I did so. Letting my body nearly fall to the soft cushion of a couch, Oscar was there helping with a hand on me.
His touch disappeared long enough for him to take a seat beside me and wrap something soft around my shoulders before pulling me against his side. I wasn’t sure if it was him or someone else, but a cold bottle of water was placed into one of my hands with the order to drink.
The cold liquid soothed my dry throat and helped clear my head out a bit as my body all but leaned against Oscar.
I had no clue what happened, or why. While I wanted to pull away, arguing I didn’t need cuddles or held, I pushed against Oscar’s form, letting him take a few moments to do whatever it was he was doing.
Neither of us spoke for a few long minutes. As my brain rebooted, because that was the only way I could explain it, sleep was on the edge of everything.
I couldn’t remember ever being so close to falling asleep in a man’s arms that wasn’t Noah.
