Page 25 of Finding His Happiness
It would work.
The subs online would’ve said his gaze was hot or heated or something like that, but he was taking in every inch of me and looked very pleased with my choice. “Yes, my boy. That’ll work perfectly.”
It was like he was seeing me but seeing more than me.
I wasn’t sure I had the vocabulary to explain it, but he didn’t make me feel negative as he nodded to himself. It was like he was in his own world, but that was something I could relate to. He wasn’t solving a problem at work, but I was just as important as searching for the missed data in a spreadsheet.
“You’re going to tell me if this position stresses your joints or muscles in any way.” Frowning like the data was barely out of reach, he positioned my arms at my thighs and reached for strips of fabric he’d picked out. “This isn’t about tension in your body. This is about how the rest of you will feel when I flog it, so I don’t want mixed signals confusing you.”
Oh.
“That’s understandable.” Did it feel odd to have him binding my hands to my thighs? “I don’t feel stress.”
It was mostly neutral so far...not as noticeable as my cage but not as stressful as being in the lounge. Not being able to move was nice as far as I could tell. Watching him wrap the fabric around my thighs and around my arm in a pattern that probably had a name was soothing as well.
“I think I might like not being able to move.” I definitely liked how large he was, especially when he was able to easily turn me around to access my other arm. “There’s something calming about knowing you have to make all the decisions.”
My Dom nodded slowly as he attached my other arm to that thigh, making me look a bit like an open present. “A lot of subs find it relaxing to be restrained because it feels like there’s noway they can mess up or do something wrong. They’re tied up and their Dom is in charge.”
Exactly.
He really was highly intelligent.
“I’d read about that online. I just couldn’t picture myself in that situation completely.” I’d done a pretty good job, however. “But I’m glad to see that I was right when I thought it was something I would enjoy.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it so far.” He ran his hand over my head again before studying me and shifting me so my back was facing him. “I want you to do your best to stay relaxed for me. As long as you’re neutral or enjoying the sensations I want you to close your eyes. This is not about pain. We’ll try that another time. This is about finding the most complete relaxation you can.”
“Like yoga?” I’d tried that.
It’d been annoying.
“No, this is not about you controlling your body. I’m controlling you and I just want to see if the sensations I’m going to give you can help slow your brain down and bring you some sort of calm or pleasure.” Putting his hand in the center of my back, he pressed firmly. “Take a deep breath and let it out as slowly as you can.”
I could do that.
Closing my eyes, I thought about how it felt to be restrained as I let out the breath he wanted as slowly as I could.
He made a pleased hum which made me feel almost as good as the restraints did.
That probably required more research, but I did my best to put it to the back of my mind.
Research later.
Relax now.
Air in.
Slowly out.
My cage was firm.
My arms were secure.
I was making my Dom happy.
Just repeating the list over and over was more relaxing than the yoga class I’d tried to take and the best part was the only breathing I could hear was my Dom’s.
He was quiet and didn’t make any odd mouth sounds either.
