I stand in a large finished basement. The floor is hardwood and the walls are painted a deep blue, not the color I was expecting, but I liked it. All kinds of equipment is scattered around the room. A low padded leather table is off to one side, a Saint Andrews Cross on another. Chains and cuffs hang from the ceiling. There are numerous cabinets on one wall, filled with things I can only guess about. Kyle comes down behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders. "Are you doing alright, Aimee?" he asks.
"Yes, Sir," I breathe, beginning to feel nervous at the prospect of true bondage. He begins to rub my arms, making me relax a little bit. He seems to know exactly how to put me at ease. "What is your safe word?" he asks me.
"Penny."
"Good girl. Remember it and use it if you need to." I find his words reassuring, but I don't think I'll need to use it. "Come over here," he says and leads me over to the padded table and motions for me to get on it. I climb up and lay down. Kyle positions my arms and legs at the four corners of the table and attaches fleece lined leather cuffs to each limb, leaving me spread eagle on the table and completely exposed to him. He finishes by placing one band across my chest above my breasts and another across my hips, rendering me unable to move. I feel completely helpless, which is part arousing and part worrying. Kyle must see the worried look on my face, because he sits on the table next to me and says, "Do you need to use your safe word, Aimee?"