Darren nodded, then looked at him. "Show me what you've learned, husband. Tie her arms behind her back in a box tie for me. Use the three-rope variant from the last class."
"Of course, Sir. Darren." Miles took one of the new lengths of red-dyed jute from the bag, still a little stiff, and went to work.
"We'll tie you face up, and then perhaps transition to one side," Darren told her, grabbing another bundle and sinking to hisknees. "I'll keep your weight distributed as evenly as I can. Feel free to take as much pleasure from it as you want, darling. You've more than earned it."
Mal smiled, sweet and demure. "If my Masters don't mind. I'd be very grateful."
"Just enjoy yourself and let us know when you need to change anything," Miles assured her with a warm rush of anticipation. "We'll take care of you."
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∞ 13 ∞
Upline Tension
As he worked to build Mal's suspension with Darren, Miles couldn't help but think that the red-dyed rope was undeniably attractive with her tanned skin and dark hair. The modified box tie suited her as well. The extra line above her breasts and around her arms made an attractive diamond across her chest as he began to connect it to the lower one in the middle, lifting and separating her small, pert breasts. Like Darren, he let his fingers smooth over her skin and the rope intentionally, smiling at the way it made her sigh in pleasure.
Darren had one knee bound to the rig by the time he was done, her ankle bound to her ass. He paused to check Miles's ties carefully, giving silent approval with a nod and a smile that warmed him to his core.
Of course, he let Darren take the lead. Even if he'd felt confident, he didn't know nearly enough about being on the giving end of suspensions to make any decisions about what they were doing. But Darren explained what he was doing quietly and simply, guiding Miles through creating a secondary upline and adjusting the first so Mal's upper body hung lower. It gave Miles a new appreciation of how masterful Darren was with him, rigging him so effortlessly, so that he could let go.
Mal's relaxation and arousal went beautifully hand in hand. The woman let her head fall back, dark hair cascading to the floor. Her breath was slow and deep, but her skin was flushed, nipples dark and hard. Miles didn't miss the slight, slow rhythm of tension and relaxation in her thighs as they bound themhigher. He knew that well, too, how good Darren's special little knots between her thighs would feel, stimulating her in the most teasing, torturous way. Surely they must feel even better with a woman's sensitivity. She moaned softly as Darren shifted her hips higher, clearly finding more sensation as the ropes shifted and tightened.
"Do a hand check for me, love?" Darren asked, and Miles knelt without question, checking her pulse and blood flow.
They'd spent the entire class going through ways to assess and modify the classic box tie for different bodies, needs, and safer use. Darren never tied anything less than three main bands around the torso, and had impressed seriously on all the riggers that it was their responsibility to check circulation and possible nerve compression constantly. Having experienced the dreamy rapture of deep subspace in ropes, Miles understood easily why it would be unsafe to rely solely on one's sub to communicate issues.
"I'm good," Mal sighed, dreamy and breathless. "I'm so good, Sirs...."
"You are," Miles agreed, stroking her arm. "You're doing very good, little bunny."
Praising and reassuring her felt good. The experience was even arousing in its own way. It was nearly impossible to be around Darren and not feel some degree of want, of course, especially when his husband was in his element.
He examined his feelings as he rose and let Darren walk him through changing another of the uplines, pulling Mal's bound knee so high it almost brushed the top of the rig. It felt good to enjoy Mal's pleasure. It felt good to help give that to her, evenif he had no desire to transform that into physical intimacy. But perhaps, if he was pleasing Darren, if his husband ordered him to do more, maybe even put his fingers in her... that could be nice.
Dare he suggest it? She didn't fit what they were looking for, of course. Not a couple - Mal kept a small, passionately kinky polycule - and Miles hadn't considered whether said couple could possibly include a woman.
Mal gave another soft groan, muscles tightening, grinding more intentionally against the rope between her thighs. The red had grown darker with arousal where it pressed between her lips. A shuddering sigh escaped her throat, breath ragged.
Darren dropped to one knee, caressing lightly along the edges of the ropes that bound her small breasts. "Soothe her flanks?" He offered Miles softly, before turning his attention fully to her. "Our ropes have put you in quite a way, little bunny. Shall I have one of your devotees come serve your pleasure?"
It took Mal a moment to answer, shifting in her bonds with a long roll of her hips. "No. No, Sirs. Not yet. I... it's so good...."
The way she basically purred as Miles ran his fingers up her flanks and along the side of her breast was deeply gratifying. Even if this was all it ever was, the satisfaction it filled him with was reassuring and good. She was in charge of her own pleasure, and he of his, with no pressure to perform or deliver beyond caring for her well-being. Perhaps domination could be non-sexual after all.
Out of habit, he did a hand check, frowning at how long it took the color to return to her index finger after he'd pinched it. "Darren?"
"Let me see." Darren repeated the motion with a hum. "Good call. I'm calling Yellow for a moment, Mal. Miles, let's get her out of this inversion and reassess. Can you get this middle upline untied for me? Pull her good foot higher and tie it off again." He rose, starting to untie the line connecting her highest knee to the rig.
Miles nodded, untying the knot carefully, making sure he had a secure hold of the upline to keep it from going slack. Mal wasn't tiny, but it was easy enough for him to draw down on the rope to pull her upper body higher as Darren had directed.
He brought the loose end up to secure it. He'd just looped it around itself when there was a sudden, deafening crack. A sharp pain sliced across his face next to his eye, and Mal's upper body fell, jerking as the second upline took her weight.
In a rush of terror, he grabbed for her as she cried out, getting his arms under her and lifting her. What the hell had happened? Had he fucked up? Had -
"You're alright," Darren said immediately, helping Miles lift her. "She's alright, that's why we have two. Hold her for me, and I'll get her out."
"The ropes were brand new!" Mal, fully alert, gasped in panic. "I swear, I'd never used them - "
