Page 61 of Pucking Them
I won’t have the fact Heine tied me down here, making me feel powerless, steal my favorite room in my own house from me.
This is where I have come to destress and fall into domspace.
Together, Eden and I spent weeks cleaning and repainting this room to a midnight blue. The floor is black and rubber. There are no windows in this vast underground basement space.
Since the roof sparkles, as if with stars, it’s truly like we are flying in the heavens.
I am going to make sure that my subs fly to heaven as well.
Shay drops to subspace so fast that it won’t take much to float him there.
Large mirrors hang on the walls, along with LED light strips, which can be set to different colors to match the mood that I’m going for.
Today, I have set it to arctic blue.
The playroom feels like it is mine again.
Eden also methodically helped me to clean and list the equipment in the large wooden cabinet at the back of the room, as I trained him on each one.
Fleet once did the same for me. He was the best but strictest mentor.
It doesn’t matter that you’re born a natural dom like I was — like Eden was — Fleet drilled into me that you need to be taught Risk-Aware Consensual Kink.
Fleet believes that a dom should be thoroughly and safely trained on techniques and tools. He modeled that a dom should be assertive and not aggressive, holding responsibility to their sub, before, during, and after a scene.
My Guide with my partners is filled with our hard and soft limits, desires, and fantasies. We discuss and renegotiate our needs regularly.
I am going to take Robyn and Shay apart.But in a way that will make Robyn feel adored, reminding her of her place at the heart of our relationship.
And Shay…?
The funishment will make him feel fucking owned.
“Ready?” I arch my brow at Eden.
In response, Eden prowls to the door and swings it open.
Robyn and Shay excitedly rush into the room. They are holding hands, which is adorable and almost makes up for the fact that they have disobeyed me and are both still dressed.
Not a good start.
On the other hand,the best possible start.
They’ll learn.
And I’ll have fun teaching them.
“Wow, this looks brilliant. You’ve done an amazing job. Plus, those leather harnesses are bloody hot.” Shay is staring around himself hungrily at the bondage furniture, including the St. Andrew’s cross. “Hey, could you tie me to this, darlin’?”
He breaks away from Robyn to dramatically throw himself spread out against the St. Andrew’s Cross.
Does he truly think that I will respond well to someone trying to top from the bottom?
Shay does look tempting, however, especially as his hair is damp and he only has a towel wrapped around his middle.
Water trails down his pecs and shoulders.
How many times will I need to mark his tight ass with my cherry red handprints to remind him that towels aren’t merely for decoration?
