*Author's note: My deepest apologies that I have made you wait so long for this next chapter. Life just got busy and I really hadn't felt like writing for a while. I hope to be continuing regularly but we shall see.
As always, I will gladly accept your constructive criticism and would be grateful for your advice.
I hope this finds you well, and that you enjoy.*
Jonathan woke first this time, slowly and gently, and found himself nestled comfortably against Garret's chest. His body was still completely relaxed and well sated from their coupling the previous night. He felt a slight soreness in his ass but it wasn't unpleasant, just a reminder of what had happened. Jonathan felt himself blush as he realized he had needed no other stimulation but Garret's cock in him to cum.
Garret stretched and pulled Jonathan closer.
"Good morning," he murmured, his voice husky from sleep.
"Morning," Jonathan murmured back.
"How do you feel?"
Jonathan hesitated a moment to assess. "Sore, but a good sore, it doesn't hurt. Just like an unused muscle that's had a workout. I'm not sure I'm able to move though."
Garret chuckled. "I will take that as a compliment." He cupped Jonathan's chin in one hand so he could see his submissive's face. "Do you have any regrets?" he asked softly.
"None," Jonathan answered. "Of all the people I could have picked to take my anal virginity, I think I chose the best one."
Garret smiled warmly. "I'm glad you think so. I thoroughly enjoyed myself last night, and I'm looking forward to bending you over every available place in this house."
Jonathan laughed and nestled in a bit closer.
This felt so right, and safe. Like nothing could go wrong.
...
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special presentation for you tonight," Garret announced as he entered the stage with Jonathan in tow. "I know you do so love to see dear Jonathan tied up, and he is happy to perform for you once again." Garret turned to give Jonathan a wink. It had been a few weeks since their first night of sex together, there had been many more since then. Garret was glad of the ease he and Jonathan felt with each other now. "We have a guest assisting us with our art tonight, if you would please welcome miss Ellen."
He gestured to her where she was sitting in the front row. Richard gave her hand a quick squeeze as she rose and went to the stage. Jonathan met her at the stairs and took her hand to lead her up. The two knelt together, side by side, on the floor where Garret indicated as he continued talking to the crowd about tonight's rope techniques.
"Nervous?" Jonathan quietly asked Ellen.
"A little," she answered back, just as quiet. "Richard and I have only done a little with rope, no major suspension like what Master Garret does. I hope someone will take a picture once it's done though, it's sure to look beautiful."
"I'll be right there with you if you need anything," Jonathan assured, "though my focus may drift, as you know."
They shared a soft laugh.
"And you know you can trust Master Garret. He is exceedingly well practiced with the ropes."
They ceased their whispers as Garret turned from the crowd and focused on them. He crouched down before them.
"Any questions before we start? I know we've talked about this extensively but if there's anything else, now is the time for it."
The two submissives shook their heads.
"Good, then let's begin," he held out his hands to them and helped them both to their feet. "Strip, and sit on the stools at the front and center of the stage."
They did as they were bid, Jonathan assisting Ellen with the zipper of her dress, and sat facing each other. Ellen immediately sought out Richard from the corner of her eye and he gave her a sly grin. The stools they sat on were bar height and were placed close together so their knees were touching. There were no blindfolds this time, and Jonathan was very aware of all of the eyes of the crowd focused on them.
He felt Garret's fingertips lightly trail across his back and involuntarily shivered. The low chuckle that followed let Jonathan know that that was what Garret had been expecting.
"Watch the ropes," Garret whispered as he circled around to stand behind Ellen.
He had her sit a little straighter and began weaving the ropes about her. Jonathan's full focus was on the ropes. He had not watched Garret perform in a long time, and seeing it up close was mesmerizing. Jonathan shifted his focus to Ellen, watching her breathing. She wasn't panicked but neither was she completely relaxed. She took slow, even breaths but Jonathan could tell she was doing so to try and calm her nerves. He very gently placed his right hand on her left knee, the side that wasn't facing the crowd, and gave a very slight squeeze. She opened her eyes to look at him and saw his comforting smile.
"Richard is right over there," he murmured, barely imperceptible but she heard as they were so close. "We're well taken care of, there's nothing to fear."
Jonathan's gaze flicked to Garret's face and he saw a small, pleased smile there. He gave Ellen's knee one last, little squeeze and returned his hand to his own thigh.
Garret started his crooning. It was too soft for Jonathan to hear, but Ellen had shifted her focus completely to Garret now. Jonathan watched as her shoulders relaxed and she did not seem to work so hard at slowing her breathing. Jonathan recognized the soft, little touches Garret made here and there. Comforting and soothing caresses. Jonathan resumed his focus on the ropes, remembering Garret's earlier instruction. He did not have to worry about Ellen and make sure she was doing all right. Garret would take care of her.
'I am not in control,' he reminded himself and felt a tense part inside of him release.
The pattern Garret was weaving started to take shape. It criss-crossed in little diamond shapes flowing from Ellen's neck and down her torso. Jonathan was sure the same pattern continued on her back. Garret had Ellen stand and he wove a supporting harness that wrapped around her hips and part of her thighs. When he had her sit, he turned his attention to Jonathan.
Jonathan felt the thrill shiver through him as the first rope touched him. Jonathan's full focus was on the feeling of the ropes and the words that Garret spoke only for him. He felt the ropes tighten around him, not constricting, just there to hold him.
"Don't you go anywhere yet, pet," Garret spoke, his lips brushing Jonathan's ear. "I need you to be focused for a little while longer."
As much as he just wanted to give in, to just drift, bask in the sensations, Jonathan resisted that pleasure.
"Good lad."
Garret had him stand and a similar supporting harness was woven about his hips and upper thighs.
"Hmmm, maybe I should make a little knot and place it here," Garret murmured and brushed behind Jonathan's balls as he pulled the rope between his legs. "Make sure you stay hyper aware of everything tonight."
Jonathan groaned softly as Garret chuckled. He was relieved when Garret finished the harness, sans the teasing knot, and had him sit back down. Garret moved the suspension frame into place and secured it. It consisted of two curved metal frames, one arching over their heads horizontal to the crowd, the other vertical and crossing over the other. Many strands of tied rope already dangled from it and he set to work on attaching it to the rope he had tied on the submissives. Jonathan watched the rope transform into a web as Garret wove it through the bindings on Ellen's back. Garret motioned to him and Jonathan stood to help support Ellen into a kneeling position on the stool, this was to make sure Garret could get the ropes tight enough in the right position and so that she would be suspended off the floor. Garret quickly attached the ropes from the frame to the front of Ellen's harness.
Once the ropes were secured, the harness was able to keep Ellen balanced. She relaxed into the ropes as Jonathan let go. She would be able to hang comfortably, like a swing, but Garret kept the stool under her, just in case, as he completed Jonathan's set of ropes. Jonathan, a little clumsily, got into a kneeling position on his stool and grasped Ellen's outstretched arms for balance. He had to marvel for a moment at their teamwork. They had gone over this plan multiple times with Garret and looked at pictures of the design, but had never executed it together. He found it rather fun.
The tightening of his rope harness brought him out of his thoughts and he refocused. Garret made quick work as all he had to do was secure the ropes to the harness. He had woven patterns in the rope on the suspension frame before the party.
"Here we go," Garret whispered to them as he completed attaching the ropes. He brushed Jonathan's cheek with the back of his hand. "You can give in to it now, lad."
Jonathan relaxed a bit more and watched as Garret worked. Moving Ellen into her pose, joining their right and left hands together like they were dancing, tightening the ropes between them so they were chest to chest. Making it look like Jonathan was pulling her into a dip mid step, Ellen's other arm elegantly outstretched. There was a momentary thrill as the stools were removed, but the harnesses supported them comfortably.
Garret crooned to Jonathan as he wove the ropes around him, sliding the rope over sensitive areas, and making Jonathan focus only on him. The crowd at last fell away as Jonathan just let himself feel and stop thinking. Ellen's softness and warmth felt pleasing in his arms, and Garret's words sent little involuntary shivers through him. Black rope criss-crossed his entire body from his neck to his feet. Ellen's rope flowed from her like a swirling ballroom dress. Garret had alternated between varying pink and purple ropes to enhance the dress-like illusion.
Jonathan had not gone into full sub-space this time, but he had been able to just let the ropes embrace him and give up all of the control he was holding on to and float just a little. Ellen had also relaxed into the ropes, not finding it uncomfortable to be suspended like she had thought. She had also tuned out the crowd and managed to just feel.
Garret took a step back to admire his handiwork, and the two people who made up the heart of this art. He smiled as he turned to the crowd.
"And here they are, our suspended dancers. Please, admire them, tell them how lovely they are, just do not touch. These two will be here for a while, so feel free to take your time."
Garret went behind Ellen and Jonathan and stood on a small step stool so he could be at eye level with them.
"Now comes the part we did not discuss," he murmured and Jonathan could hear his sly grin. "You two are our living decoration for tonight, so do make yourselves comfortable. These knots of mine are too pretty to unravel right away." He placed a comforting hand on each of them. "I will be right here with you, the entire time you are up here, so you have nothing to fear. You won't be up here longer than you can handle."
He stepped down and Jonathan and Ellen shared a quick, worried glance. Jonathan tensed for a moment as he remembered his punishment and the ache, he shifted in the ropes in a near panic. Garret's warm hand on his rope covered back stilled him.
"It's not a punishment, lad," Garret said gently. "Just a test of endurance. I'll take care of you. Breathe, and relax. Just let the ropes hold you."
Jonathan focused on breathing and let his tension ease, relaxing once again into the hold of the ropes. A test to see how long they could be in the ropes? That was a challenge he could meet. Any fear he had melted into excited determination. Ellen's hand gently squeezing his brought his attention back to her.
"So, how long do you think you're able to stay like this?" she asked quietly as admirers started to file past.
"It all depends, I'll only agree to stay up here as long as you're able to. I do have a bit more practice in the ropes. But I highly doubt that our Doms will be leaving us alone for the entire time. Knowing them, they're very likely to torment us in some way."
"That may happen sooner than you thought," Ellen murmured, her eyes tracking something.
Richard came into Jonathan's view as he circled around Ellen. He positioned a step stool behind her and mounted it to be at eye level with her.
