not sure I’m explaining it correctly. These classifications are probably overly simplistic. I’ve never told anyone else about them.”
Alena rubbed the line between his eyebrows. He jerked, looking down at her as her hand shifted to cup his cheek.
“If I used my safeword, would you respect it?” she asked softly.
“Yes.”
“And if you gag me, will you give me a physical safeword sign?”
“Of course.”
“Then I trust you.” Alena grabbed his hips, then slowly slid down the front of his body until she was once more on her knees.
“I trust you, Sir.”
He bound her wrists using simple metal handcuffs, then forced her hands behind her head, locking the chain between the handcuffs to a D-ring on the back of the collar.
She knelt in the center of a large bed in what she assumed was a guest room, given the Spartan, almost hotel-like feel. If he had a playroom, he apparently wasn’t going to use it. Given his status, and how many people probably came in and out of his home on a daily basis, it was very possible that he banked his urges and desires, letting them burn hot and bright once a month within the safety of the Orchid Club events.
He set his kit on the bench at the foot of the bed and opened it, glancing inside, then looking at her, as if considering where he would use her first.
She held back a whimper at the thought of a spanking. Their conversation had veered in an unexpected direction, and she hadn’t gotten around to telling him that she was so sore, so tender that if he spanked her, she might have to safeword out of the scene.
He smiled faintly, slender gold chains spilling from between his fingers.
“On the floor,” he commanded softly.
Moving was awkward, her sense of balance thrown off thanks to the position of her arms, but she knee-walked to the edge of the bed and then stepped off. The floor of the guest room was wood, which was easier on her knees than the stone.
She knelt with her knees spread, elbows wide, her body soft and vulnerable.
“Open your mouth.”
Tentatively she obeyed. Alexander held up a gold tweezer clamp, a chain dangling from the back end.
“Stick out your tongue.”
Alena glanced up sharply.
Alexander looked down at her with a remote expression. A merciless expression. “Tongue,” he ordered.
Alena stuck out her tongue, and whimpered when he placed the clamp on it, tightening it by adjusting the slide that banded the clamp.
“Safeword.”
“’hermun,” she mumbled.
“Good. Now stand.”
He didn’t help her to her feet, seeming to enjoy her coltish awkwardness. Every time she moved, the chain swung side to side, occasionally slapping against her breasts.
Once she was up, he spread out the rest of his selection on the bed. Five additional tweezer clamps and various lengths of gold jewelry chain with spring clasps on both ends.
He put tweezer clamps on her nipples, tight enough to make her squirm, but placed back from the tip which made the ache bearable—and also meant she could keep them on for an extended period.
He added a chain to the nipple clamps, then connected it to the chain hanging from her tongue.
When he took a knee and told her to spread her legs, Alena whimpered in both fear and anticipation. She craved pain, a sense of helplessness. He gave her both when he applied clamps to each pussy lip, adding chains that wrapped around her thighs, both ends clipped to the clamp. When she spread her legs, her labia spread too, the clamps tugging on her sensitive pussy.
He laid her back on the bed, her elbows pointed at the ceiling, the chains from the nipple and tongue clamps draped over her sternum and breasts.
He buckled leather straps around her legs, just below each knee, then attached a small spreader bar between them. He paused at her right knee, and she held her breath, wondering if he’d ask about the scar.
He hadn’t, and she’d been glad. She didn’t want to tell him another lie, even if it was a lie she told all the time. Knee replacement due to a skiing accident was unfortunate, but not horrifying the way the truth was.
She thought the spreader bar was the last piece of this particular bondage, and wondered what he was planning to do to her now that he’d hobbled both arms and legs, and clamped her nipples, tongue, and sex.
She was wrong to assume he was done.
Apparently she still had too much freedom of movement.
Alexander grabbed the spreader bar and used