"I felt that if he touched me, I'd die. And then the thought crawled into my brain that if he didn't touch me, I'd die."
--Kitty Thomas
Aaron was talking to Ms. D as I came out. I didn't see Brooke or Mr. V or the other subs that were with them. They both turned to me as I approached the two dominants.
"That took a while," Aaron said. "Did Ossie help you?" I nodded as Aaron moved looked from one side to the other, examining the cuffs on my wrist and ankles. "Good, those are on just right. Open your robe, let me see the belt."
I was stunned, once again. Did he really want me to open my robe here, just like that, and let everyone see? I shouldn't have been stunned, I should be getting used to this by now. After a quick glance around, though, I quickly discerned that based on where everyone else was positioned in the room, only Ms. D and Aaron would really see me.
The rest of the people in the room were all behind me or off to the side so as not to have the right viewing angle. I didn't hesitate any longer, not wanting to disappoint Aaron in from of Ms. D. I dropped my hand and let my robe fall, grabbing each side and opening it up, showing Aaron and Ms. D the belt, as well as my naked body.
If Ms. D enjoyed seeing me, she didn't let it show in her face as she watched. She remained stoic, so I couldn't get her a read on her at all, but I could tell she was at least enjoying my predicament. Aaron, however, reached in and tugged on the belt, moving me and almost causing me to stumble with the force of his pull. "Nice," he said, "tight but not too tight. In the future, I want it just like this, understood?"
"Yes, Sir," I responded. He let the belt go and motioned that I could close the robe. I did so quickly, fastening it around me again so I could hold it closed with one hand.
He turned to Ms. D. "It's been great seeing you again D. We will have to get together again soon and compare notes. I'm off to a chamber. Have a great evening."
"You as well, A," she responded. Then she gave me a seductive glare. "Have fun yourself, Elizabeth. Many times the fun."
"Thank you, Ms. D," I said, feigning a slight bow with my head, then turning and walking away as Aaron led me out the side door, his hand on the small of my back, me holding my robe closed as best I could as I walked.
As we went through the door, I was glad to be alone with Aaron again. I didn't say anything, though, as he guided me down the hall. We passed several doors, some of which I remembered from before. We reached another elevator and entered, going up to the third floor now, to the private chambers.
We walked up to a predetermined room and Aaron punched in a key code. The door opened, and he motioned for me to enter. I looked around as I did, taking in the look and feel of the room. This room was themed as an antique, ante-bellum home. There was a raised, tall bed, draped from the top with a type of mosquito netting around it, but gathered at each bedpost. There were dark wood bed side tables, a similar dark wood cupboard, and even the floor was covered in the same stained, dark wood. The furniture all looked old and antique, but it was in excellent condition, like it was a perfect reproduction. The room was lit exclusively by candles, even special candles hanging from a chandelier high overhead. The overall effect was to make the room dark and unknown.
As I looked around further, I saw some other furniture that wasn't as obvious. There was a large single chair with red velvet cushion and padding, and a similar red velvet pillow on the floor at the chair's base. Another piece of furniture looked almost like a skinny picnic table, except the legs were canted outward, rather than straight down or inward. It had similar red velvet padding on the top and down the sides. I could see where a person could be made to lay on it, either face down or face up, and their legs would drape over the edge.
I moved about, looking even deeper into the shadows towards the back of the room. A red velvet sofa was there, and then I spied some things I had never seen before, but that I had read about. There was a large cross made of wood, in the shape of an "X", with rings attached at different points, and supported by other beams. I recognized this as a St. Andrew's cross, designed to have someone tied to it with their arms above their head and their legs spread and attached at the bottom of the cross.
Next to this, I saw a couple of different types of 'stocks' made of the same dark wood. These would hold a person in place with their head or arms or legs captured in the small circles cut in the wood. As each half of the wood was closed around your neck or arms or whatever, you would be held in place, just like the old torture device. Looking at the different stocks and holes in them here, a person could be put in any number of different positions.
Finally, there was a large square wooden frame, taller and wider than a person, supported by several beams. Hanging from different areas of these higher beams were small stainless-steel chains. The flickering lights of the candles caught in the chains, almost making them appear to glow.
I turned to look at Aaron, and he was walking towards the cupboard, opening it, and taking something out. He let the doors stay open, and I could see different items hanging from hooks inside, but I couldn't make out exactly what they were.
"Hold out your hands," he told me as he approached. I raised my hands towards him, releasing the hold on my robe and letting it fall open, tantalizingly showing my nudity underneath. He grabbed one hand then the next, placing a metal bracelet of some sort over the top of the cuffs I already wore, and securing it. He placed some similar hook/bracelets around my ankle cuffs as well.
"These are a special addition to the cuffs," he stated. "They have a unique wire hook clasp on each so that, say, if I wanted to clasp your hands behind your back, or to a special ring, I can do it and weave the clasp into the ring or into another clasp, and it's next to impossible for the wearer to unclasp it, unless they can see what they are doing. Since the clasp is often high overhead or behind their back, it's not easily done. It makes it easier for me to undo it and move you into different positions faster. It's so much better than fumbling with a padlock and keys."
I looked and saw what he meant. There was a small, intricate looking weave of rounded metal that was shaped like a hook, but had twists in it that would easily get caught up in a ring or other hook. If you couldn't see closely what you were doing, it would work itself back into whatever it was attached to, rather than just unhook itself.
