She had to focus on breathing. Crossing the threshold felt less like walking into a room and more like surrendering a piece of herself.
A piece she very much wanted to surrender, but it was still a heavy moment.
The playroom wasn’t what she’d expected — not polished, not finished, but functional in a way that made her skin prickle. A St. Andrew’s cross stood beside a heavy bondage table topped with a loose cushion. A winch hung from a reinforced beam in the ceiling. Recessed floor connectors were in a circle under the winch.
Hooks on the far wall held whips, floggers, and paddles. A row of mismatched shelves and drawers held clamps, cuffs, and other gear in labeled bins.
Boone’s mouth curved as he saw her looking. “Had to pull it together quick. Give us time and it’ll be a custom build pretty enough for a magazine.”
Silas leaned against the door frame, watching her take it all in. “For tonight, it’ll do just fine.”
Kenny stepped close enough she could feel the heat off him. “Shoes off and go to the gymnastics mat, little hawk. You said you’ve done some basic yoga. Start with the sun salute, and we’ll go from there. We’d like to see how limber you are before we start posing you.”
They seemed pleased she could hold tree pose nearly indefinitely, and Silas noted it could come in handy.
She wanted to ask how, but they were tossing out orders left and right, so she didn’t.
Kenny tried putting her into a single sleeve and noted she’d been correct — her shoulders weren’t nearly flexible enough to give the visual he wanted.
She couldn’t do the splits in any direction, but she had enough flexibility to go into most of what they’d want to put her in, so she thought it would be okay.
But then he said, “You’ll be expected to comfortably go into one of the three splits by the start of the Memorial Day Weekend, if you’re still ours by then. Your choice of which to stretch into first. Is there a reason you may not be able to accomplish this?”
“Not that I’m aware of, Sir. If I see that I’m not going to make it, can we have that talk in three months?”
“We’ll talk in six weeks, and that’s on you to put on your calendar and bring to me.”
She made a mental note to add it to her calendar. “Yes, Sir.”
He’d been leaned against the bondage table, and he took a few steps forward, planted his feet, crossed his arms, his gaze steady on her. “You’ll learn seven poses tonight. We’ll drill until you can drop into them when ordered, without thinking.”
Her pulse jumped.Seven?
He crooked two fingers. “Front and center, little hawk.”
She stepped into the space, the only person naked in the room, hands loose at her sides.
“First,” he said, “Unless I state otherwise, an order to go into spread eagle means you’re on a horizontal surface, legs and arms spread wide. Palms open, chin up. If I don’t specify a bed or table, it means the floor or ground.”
She went to the playroom floor and made herself a giant X.
He nodded. “Excellent. If you know what I’m paying attention to, you can arch your back to show it off. Arching it more shows off your tits, less will let us see your pussy. There’s an alternate to this pose — spread eagle tilt. Bend your knees so your feet are flat on the floor and then push with your legs, tilting your pelvis up, so we can see your cunt.”
She followed instructions, and he nodded.
“The second position is spread-kneel.”
Silas spoke from the wall. “If you know the Gor positions, they call it nadu.”
That’s the main Gorean pose, so she went into it straight away, kneeling with her butt on her feet, her knees spread as wide as she could manage, her tits out, and her hands palm-up on her thighs.
“Excellent. Next is the seated kneel, which just means you pull your legs together, and then kneel-up, which is…”
He nodded when she straightened her hips and went into the kneel-up position. “Yes, that’s it. If I don’t specify where your hands go, hold your elbows behind your back for the seated kneel, clasped behind your head for the kneel-up.”
He walked a circle around her and said, “All fours.”
She leaned forward and went to all-fours or doggie or whatever he wanted to call it, heart thudding with anticipation. The position felt exposed, primal, her ass bare and open, but she held it.
