Page 100 of Breaking Free

She heard chains above her head rattle. Looking up, which wasn’t easy, she saw him grip one with a metal circle on the end. More clanking sounded as he pulled it down to her level.

“I’m using a suspension rope to help stabilize Piper for the last tie.” To her, he said softly, “You’re doing great. Is everything feeling good? Any joints strained? Any skin pinched?”

“Everything feels amazing.”

He looked down into her eyes, his own assessing. Then his mouth kicked up on one side. It wasn’t a full smile, and not quite a half, but it was something.

“You’re close to flying like the last time, aren’t you?”

“Mm-hmm,” she hummed.

“What feels good? Your breasts? They’re swollen and your nipples are tight. Or is it the crotch rope?”

“Yes.”

The tiny lines beside his eyes crinkled, and his hands curved around her ribs, affection in his caress. But then he issued a warning about what was to come. “The next position will be a bit more challenging, but I’ll be right here with you.”

“More sounds good to me,” she said, wistfully agreeable.

“Where have you been hiding? You’re taking to this like a duck to water.”

“Iowa. More recently, right next door,” she replied then giggled.

“You’re also rope drunk, or on the verge.”

She shook her head so that the chains overhead rattled. “I only had one sangria, promise.”

“No, that means... Never mind. I’ll explain during aftercare.” He continued more loudly, for the others’ benefit. “Next is akata-ashi-zuriwhich in English translates to one-legged-suspension. With one foot on the floor, it’s technically a partial suspension. I’m adding a fourth tie, afutomomo, which is any tiewith the thigh and calf touching. It’s also known as afat leg, but I’ve found my models aren’t fond of me calling it that.”

Laughter rippled through the observers. Tristan had a dry wit when performing—who knew?

“The leg will be my second anchor point. You’ll notice if I have multiple suspension ropes, they are independent of the others for added safety.”

By the time he concluded, Piper stood on one leg, the other bent calf-to-thigh with her heel touching her butt, and he’d attached it with rope to the metal ring above her.

“These four basic ties can fully immobilize your sub in under twenty minutes. Much less if you’re not doing a play-by-play.” With his hand on her raised knee, Tristan walked in a circle, turning her slowly as he went, so the audience could see her from all angles. “Any other questions?”

“You mentioned accessories,” an onlooker reminded him.

“I did, didn’t I?” He released her, but only long enough to retrieve something else from the chest. “I’m sure you’re all familiar with a wand.”

Piper wasn’t, but she couldn’t speak up. She was too busy trying to keep from moaning and giving away how aroused she was from Tristan’s hands on her everywhere, and the constant, highly distracting presence of the crotch rope. Suddenly it tightened, pressing more firmly from stem to stern. She heard a loud buzzing at the same time she felt vibrations against her pussy from the aforementioned accessory.

“Mmm-ooh,” she half moaned and whimpered as Tristan made a slight adjustment, sending powerful, rapid pulses through the thin layer of her panties to her clit and straight through to her core.

She would have demanded to know what the heck that was, but all that passed her lips were indecipherable cries of pleasure. Through half-lidded eyes, she saw the crowd had expanded toat least 100, no doubt drawn by the racket she was making. She couldn’t help it, though, and she didn’t care how many gawked. All that mattered was the evil device between her legs and finding release.

“You’ve been a perfect rope model, Piper,” Tristan praised, his hands once again sweeping her body, always checking and rechecking. “Your reward is to come whenever you want to.”

Her body reacted before she could fully process his words, trembling and contracting as her orgasm rocked through her. She would have fallen if not for the two suspension ropes, and Tristan’s arm around her waist.

She needed the extra support because, on the tail of one climax, another started. Shuddering, so that the chains clanked loudly overhead, she was at the mercy of Tristan, his ropes, and the supercharged wand he’d affixed to her body.

Before number two could subside, another built. “No. I can’t,” she pleaded. But she had control of neither Master Tristan nor the supercharged vibe, and she exploded in orgasm number three.

She sobbed as it crested then mercifully, the buzzing ceased. She felt his lips on her arm in a gentle kiss, and he held her through the aftershocks until she finally stopped shaking.

“Three in a row. I’ve never...” she gasped. “What is that thing?”

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