I rubbed my neck and tried looking into his living room again. I hoped that my body wouldn’t embarrass me. I thought about all the time my mother’s friends would laugh, or I’d get beaten worse by my dad for my body reacting thatway.
“Ryan,relax.”
“I am. I just,” I let my voice trail off and looked at my shoes. I encouraged myself to be honest with him. I looked up at him. “I just don’t want to fuck thisup.”
“Ryan, you have one task once we’re behind that closed door; place your trust in my hands. That’s all you have to do. I will handle therest.”
I nodded andsmiled.
“Okay, I can do that,” I said as I followed him down the hall towards his kinky room. My nerves grew exponentially and I had the urge to start talkingagain.
“There probably won’t be a need for her,” I saidquietly.
Russell stopped in front of the open door to the kinky room and turned to look at me. He had a knowing smirk on hisface.
“You might be surprised, Ryan,” he said. I nodded at him and turned my head to look into the room. “Ready?”
“Yes.”
He made a gesture for me to enter the room. I heard him walk in behind me and the door softly clickedshut.
“Alright, Ryan.” I turned in the direction of his voice to face him. “Confirm for me what word you’ve decided to use as your safeword.”
“Hairdryer.”
I forced the memoriesaway.
“Good.” He slowly walked closer. “That’s the word you will use when you want, or need, to stop. Do youunderstand?”
“Yes, I understand,Russell.”
“I will be checking in on you as we go. I’ll keep good track ofyou.”
Good track of me?He was going to restrain me to a fucking spanking bench. Where the fuck did he think that I was going togo?
“I’ll be using the flogger that we had discussed. Any objections orquestions?”
I caught myself as I started to shake myhead.
“No. No questions orobjections.”
“Very good. Go ahead and remove your shoes, clothes and watch. Please set them on the table and then stand at the foot of thebench.”
I took my time and unlaced my boots first and slid them under the table and out of the way. I pulled my shirt off next, and as I folded it, I began to second guess the placement of my boots. Did he mean to put all of my stuff on the table? I mean, no one puts their shoes on someone’s table. Shoes should remain on the floor. Was this a test to see if I could follow simple directions? Fuck! I closed my eyes for a moment to think of exactly what he said.Remove your shoes, clothes and watch. Please set them on thetable.
I unbuckled the belt on my jeans before undoing them the rest of the way and taking them off. I folded the jeans and put them on the table next to my shirt. I pulled my socks off and balled them up together and set them on my shirt.Remove your shoes, clothes and watch. Please set them on the table.I unclasped my watch and set it on myshirt.
I was stuck in a panic between removing my boxers and trying to figure out if the boots should be on the table. If I didn’t put the boots on the table, would he be disappointed that I couldn’t understand or follow three directions? Or, if I’d put the boots on the table, would he think that I was an animal with nomanners?
Words of my dad came rushing in when he’d catch me jerking off;If you’re going to act like a filthy animal, then you’ll be treated likeone.
If I asked him, would he think I was a moron? I needed to decide and stand by it. I was wasting his time. I knew he was watching me and was probably regretting having agreed to mentorme.
I bent down and retrieved my boots. I laid them sideways on my jeans so that the soles weren’t on my pants. There. I followed directions exactly without getting dirt from the bottom of my boots on his nicetable.
Now that I had been confident that I nailed those directions, it was time for me to remove the boxers. With my back to him, I slid them down and flipped them up to my hands with my foot. I folded them and set them on top of myshirt.
My ears felt like they were on fire and I could tell my face was warm. I turned and slowly walked to the spanking bench and waited. I focused on the spanking bench, but in my peripheral vision, I could see Russell. He had been leaning against the table that was in front of his tool wall, but now he was walking toward me. I glanced at his hands and was surprised that I hadn’t seen the flogger we discussed that he woulduse.
