Page 76 of Objection
“Tonight, we will be going over job descriptions. We will be discussing expectations and requirements of one’s position. We will be going over responsibilities and over benefits. Tonight, we will reaffirm our dynamic,” I spoke firmly.
“Yes, my Sir.”
Her words floored me, and it was as though the entire outside world ceased to exist. I circled her form. I clicked on the music I wished to hear. A playlist of songs I loved that I rarely used. The rhythm played through my mind, a sure and steady staccato rhythm that gave way to tense moments, beautiful releases, all woven together through legato lines, connected and perfect. That’s what she was in this moment. It’s what we were. Perfect.
“Let us begin.”
I let my eyes move over her body, over every beautiful curve as she kneeled for me.
“It is my job to reassure you. To make sure you know that you are safe within my care.”
I fastened the play collar around her throat, catching her smiling face as the buckle fastened and the leather wrapped around her perfectly.
“It is my job to push you. Stand up.”
She stood, much more gracefully than our first scene.
“Here,” I pointed to a spot just a few feet away. With careful hands and steady tugs and pulls, I wrapped the hemp rope around her form. Her hands, her arms, her chest.
Her hands were lifted to a long bar that hung from the ceiling. It was my suspension bar.
“It is my job to educate you. To remind you time and again that you can trust that I will keep you safe in my care.” I fastened new rope to various points of her body, looping them over the bar and back around her form.
“This will feel strange, but trust me. I’m going to suspend you in the air. The ropes will tug differently, but trust me. I will care for you. I will keep you safe. Relax and let yourself go in the safety of the rope and in the safety of my care.”
I guided her, moving her body where I wanted her until she was suspended in the air. Her arms crossed over her chest; her head fallen back in pure relaxation. Her legs spread, knees bent and pulled back until she was open for anything I might wish to do. And I wanted to do it all.
“Breathe.”
I watched as she took a deep breath at my words.
“Breathe.”
Again, we breathed together.
“Breathe.”
Her body relaxed further as we continued our rhythmic breathing cadences, the sound adding to the masterpiece we were creating here together.
“My job is to torment you,” I spoke softly as she relaxed against her bindings. A sheen layer of sweat coated her body, making her shine in the light of the playroom.
I moved a tray of toys to our sides as I began to touch her. My fingers moved over her body lightly, nails scratching, titillating her with sensations.
“Oh God,” she barely breathed out on a moan.
“Yes, let me hear you, princess. It is my job to push you.”
My fingers and my nails changed to feathers and the edge of a crop.
Sensation made way for sizzling heat.
Her gasps turned to moans.
“Breathe.”
In. Out.
The pricks of a pinwheel over the inside of her elbow. The soft, teasing flicks of a feather dusting over the curve of her ass.
