Further adventures of Emily and Mike (names changed). Can be read in series or standalone, background in Part 1.
For Regular Readers: Hey there, just a reminder that Emily and Mike's visits to BDSM Manor take place a year prior to BDSM Manor 1. The new slave.
Tess-O'Meter -- Amber.
-X
I took a deep, shaky breath, as my wrists were secured to the frame. Then another.
This was so hard for me. I was usually restrained in cuffs that had a release.
Not tonight. Tonight it was for really, real, not just mine and Mike's version of real.
I had a minder close by, who knew the risk of genuine panic and could release me in seconds.
It had also been pointed out to me that I had never needed to release myself during play.
True, but that was with Mike. Tonight Mike was opposite me. Also naked and bound to a display frame.
Tonight we were going under together.
-X
Following our visit to BDSM Manor and seeing more of what Sadie got up to in her role as a Mistress, she had invited Mike and I back for a longer visit.
It had been confirmed that I would be collaborating with Sadie on her book, and I was looking forward to it, but Sadie felt that we should have the complete manor experience.
Mike had thoroughly enjoyed himself last time, so after juggling some vacation time, and pulling in some favors, we were back. This time to do more than watch.
We had arrived Friday afternoon, and both been quizzed by Sadie, together and separately about what the weekend would bring.
We were still very much guests. Mike and I played for fun and switched dom/sub roles, so were unsuitable to become members of BDSM Manor even if we had the time and money (which we don't!).
Sadie had suggested that Saturday, Mike use the facilities of the manor in his role as master, and on Sunday I do the same as mistress.
We thought that a great idea, and then she threw the curveball.
She wanted us both to submit to her Friday night. Not directly to her, she knew I would find that uncomfortable, having to work with her afterwards, but she wanted to set something up for us.
Her idea was intriguing.
She wanted to put us on display. Exposed, naked and in bondage in the garden.
We would be gagged, but able to see each other, and see what was done to each other by passing members.
We would set each other's limits, so were in effect submitting to each other, at the same time.
Mike and I discussed it with a combination of terror and great excitement.
Mike wasn't bothered by the idea of being on display. He's not an exhibitionist, but he's also not shy. He sees his body very much as a tool, which he works hard to keep in good condition.
The idea was very different for me. I felt very vulnerable even thinking about it.
Let's face it, I'm a middle-aged woman and well, there's that thing called gravity.
Which sucks.
Everything down.
Mike dismissed this concern with the ease of someone who hasn't even reached his prime yet, but he made one good point.
When would I ever get another chance to do something this free, this daring, this unlike myself?
He also pointed out that we had seen every size and shape of person, mostly walking around in next to nothing. No one was going to judge us here.
In actual fact, a high percentage of the male population of the manor were in very lickable (I mean nice) shape, but Mike hadn't noticed this as he hadn't been eyeballing the guys!
Excited and nervous, we had agreed. Eek!
-X
I was so tense, it was painful to swallow, as my ankle cuffs were attached to short chains.
I was now completely helpless, attached to the display frame which was something like a wonky cross.
I could shift my feet a little, move my balance to stay comfortable, over what Sadie had advised would be a couple of hours.
I couldn't move my feet together though, they were just that little bit too spread to allow me to bring my knees, or thighs together.
This was excruciatingly embarrassing. My arousal was such, I swear I was wet down to my knees.
The arms of the cross hung low, so my wrists were secured just below waist level, but spread out.
This meant my body was open and exposed, but I wasn't going to lose sensation in my extremities.
I was again in a guest hood, so the top half of my face and my hair was covered by the back silk.
There was a gag in my mouth, not uncomfortable, but all I could make were muffled moans and groans.
I had a hand signal for my minder in case of claustrophobia induced anxiety, but I had watched Mike submit with such confidence, I was dammed if I was going to let it spoil this experience for me.
I was exhibited on the side of a paved, curved path, quite discreetly surrounded by hedges, with the strong scent of roses nearby.
Mike was facing me on the other side of the path, in identical bondage.
He was also unable to hide his arousal and his eyes were on me, like blue lasers pining me through the eye holes in his mask.
Sadie had arranged for a lovely lady called Mistress Sonja to set us up, and she held my gaze for a few moments as she finished and stepped back.
I managed an approximation of a smile around the gag, and tried to murmur, "Thank you, Mistress." It came out more like "frewweuussss," but she smiled and seemed to understand perfectly.
After checking on Mike, she blew us both a kiss and left us.
There we were, gazing at each other, naked in bondage, with just a guy who looked disturbingly like my old science teacher (our minder, Tim) watching us.
Really not weird at all!
It was only a few minutes before we heard people approaching down the path.
My eyes widened and I stared at Mike, who just winked at me.
Cocky sod.
He wasn't so cocky when he saw what came around the corner.
Leading the pack (and I mean pack) was a woman in the height of BDSM Haute Couture.
Her corseted waist pulled into an hourglass shape, leather pants and gloves, more buckles and straps than you would see on your average parachuting SEAL.
Red hair artfully falling over one eye and gliding down to her waist. She looked like a Dominatrix Jessica Rabbit.
(Though one could argue that Jessica Rabbit looks like a Dominatrix anyway!)
Behind this vision, which made Mike's cock stand to attention faster than any Navy SEAL has ever done, came two slaves.
Both were on all hands and knees and attached to their mistress by collars and leashes.
They wore pads that covered their legs from knees to feet (necessary when crawling around on paving slabs and gravel) and their hands were in mitten type padded gloves, creating paws.
