up to nerve damage and strokes could be caused by improperly placed ties or by a person not knowing his or her own limits and not reacting correctly to numbness and tingling along the nerves. Communication was key and so was knowing about basic non-tightening cuffs and single column ties. Whatever style of knot was used, the Dom had to be sure it wasn’t tightening the cuff when the standing end was pulled and remained easy to un-tie even if the knot compacted.
In other words, there was a lot to it, but when I tried to explain that to Jordy, he got that hurt look I’d come to dread on his face and turned away. At least he didn’t start up that incessant arguing about it again, so I was hopeful that it would just blow over.
Jordy had opted to come watch a little later with Mistress Tori and her sub, so I was well into things when I noticed him at the back beside Tori and Michael. I was demonstrating on Cody how an experienced sub should be able to tell the difference between the numbness and tingling that happens due to reduced circulation versus that caused by nerve compression. Nerve damage could occur in seconds and take months or years to resolve. In some cases, it could be permanent. It was better to untie and tie again than persevere with a tie that was causing issues.
I was trying to demonstrate the technique of a quick untie when I inadvertently pulled the wrong end and Cody almost fell to the floor headfirst. Of course, I was standing right there and caught him in my arms and eased him to the floor. I called a halt to things so we could regroup, and I spent some time reassuring Cody and comforting him, because he’d had a bit of a scare. So had I. He was calming down in my arms and smiling up at me when I heard a choked sound. I looked up and saw Jordy. He gave me one tragic look and took off running toward the exit.
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Jordy
I was jealous—so jealous I felt like my skin was burning. It wasn’t so much seeing Logan comforting Cody—the near fall had scared everybody. It was the look in Logan’s eyes—that warm, sweet look I thought he only gave me. And the answering hero worship look on Cody’s face. I recognized that look because I had given it to Logan myself a hundred times. Those looks were ours—or they should have been. And I couldn’t seem to convince him that he had to give all that to me—only me. And I knew it was selfish, but that’s the way it was. He belonged to me every bit as much as he said I belonged to him. I jumped to my feet and lurched toward the door. I heard Tori’s and then Logan’s voice calling to me, but I had to get out of there before I stopped breathing altogether.
I knew that if I went to the locker room, he would catch up to me, and I had to at least spare myself and Logan that little scene if I could. I headed for the front door instead, ignoring all the strange, alarmed looks I was getting. I’d almost made it when I was tackled—literally—from behind. What was left of my breath left me in a whoosh, and then I was lying on the cold wood floor, gulping for air like a fish just pulled up out of the water. It was Logan, of course, who had taken me down. My face burned with embarrassment and shock.
He turned me over roughly and stared down at me, his face concerned and angry and worried all at once. “What in the hell was that? Why did you try to run? Did you not hear me calling you? What’s the matter with you?”
I gazed up at him, heartbroken and sick to my stomach. I said the only thing I could think of to say—”I’m so sorry Logan, but I can’t do this anymore. I’m done.”
An hour or so later, I wearily followed Logan into his apartment. It had been a long, silent trip home in the car, with neither of us saying a word. After my little meltdown, Logan had helped me up off the floor and taken me to the locker room, standing broodingly by while I changed back into my clothes and then turning without a word and pulling me behind him to