Page 13 of Bondage Play

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One of the biggest things he and Phil had discussed that could be a benefit for Terry in regard to certain aspects of BDSM, was getting out of his own head. A major part of it was worry, but also a constant white noise buzzing in his brain. It wasn’t that he couldn’t focus—he was very meticulous and centered when doing a shoot—but his mind was always switchedon. It took him forever to fall asleep, but he hadn’t been joking when he’d told Phil he needed his eight hours. In fact, if he could sneak in nine or ten on occasion, it made him a very happy puppy.

Terry had completed his stretches and was naked, kneelingin the presentation position Phil preferred. A large, navy-blue area rug covered the hardwood floor of the generously-sized master bedroom they shared. After their relaxing walk around their West Hollywood neighborhood, Phil had instructed Terry to strip, then kneel on a pillow, and wait for him in the middle of the carpet with his hands clasped behind his head.

It hadn’t been that long since he’d entered the bedroom, but as per usual, his mind was going a million miles per hour and he had to work extra hard not wiggle or twitch or whatever the hell he’d never even noticed he was unconsciously doing until Phil had called his attention to it.

“Such a beautiful sight. My baby, naked and kneeling for me.” Phil strolled into the room and Terry immediately picked up the scent of leather.

Hell to the yes.

Terry had never given much thought to leather, other than appreciating a quality pair of shoes or nice jacket. But the leather gear, skin-tight pants Phil wore when he got tricked out? Holy shit, it was hot. So far, other than the CNC scene, Phil had only worn his gear a few times at the house. As a D/s couple, they were gradually adding to their repertoire, and Terry thought he might be ready soon to wear leather with Phil when they went to a gathering.Or an actual club. That particular activity was still on the BDSM to-do list.

“Excellent posture.” Phil trailed his fingers lightly across Terry’s head. He shivered, the action giving him goose-bumps. “Good job keeping your gaze down, but now I’d like for you to close your eyes.”

Terry’s breathing accelerated. Before the rape fantasy, they’d only ever used the mask topreparefor the fantasy. The compulsion to question Phil as to why he was using it for their current scene was almost overwhelming. But he’d finally reached the point in his submission where he knew thedifference between aching to know something and needing to safeword. It was amazing to him how close the two could be at times.

Giving him the control.

Phil was right. Terry was his best self when he let go and let Phil take charge.

The mask was slipped over his eyes and Phil checked the elastic straps. “Comfortable?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you.” Terry exhaled on a sigh.Kneeling. The mask. The honorific.Even his nudity while Phil remained clothed—it all combined to give Terry the calm he craved.

“Very good. I want you to keep focused on your remaining senses. Listen to my voice, feel my touch, cry out if you need to, inhale the scent of your Master. Someday, the aroma of the leather alone will help bring you to your subspace. Sense memory is very powerful, and I want to give you the most positive connection to it I can.” Phil’s fingertips ghosted along the side of his face. “You’re precious to me and I’m here to help you fly, to bring you to the highest of highs without letting you fall.”

Terry swallowed around a lump in his throat. Phil brought emotions to the surface that he’d never known existed, had never known could be so intense.

“Relax your arms. Let your hands rest on your thighs then sit back on your haunches.”

Terry inhaled on a gasp as something touched his skin. The long item seemed to be a cord or rope. He didn’t perceive it as being very thick, and from the way Phil dragged it along his shoulders then let it dangle down his back, he could tell it wasn’t rough either. So far, Phil had only bound his hands to the headboard using either leather cords or one of his silk ties.

But Terry had known all along that bondage would be a big part of his kink. Being tied up, at the mercy of another man, not being able to fight back—all of the elements of bondageplay turned him on. He’d actually been surprised when they’d staged their scene that Phil hadn’t wanted to incorporate more of that into it.

The fantasy is something we’re acting out between you and me. If we delve deeper into rope or bondage play, I don’t want the CNC to be the main association you have with it.

Phil continued to curl the long rope around his shoulder, across his throat then down his chest before draping it over his back again. His skin broke out in gooseflesh once more and he trembled slightly. On occasion, the cord would trail over his thighs, teasing his swollen cock and overly sensitive balls. Phil had shaved him the day before and his skin was still smooth.God, I love this man so much.

The rope was taken away, but the sensation of it barely kissing his flesh remained. It was more intense with the mask, even when it was something as gentle as what Phil had just done.

“Clasp your hands behind you then let them rest against your lower back.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He did as his Master commanded, his submission beginning to embrace him more fully. The aroma of Phil’s gear tinged with his scent became stronger as Phil hunched down behind him. Terry didn’t know the exact position he was in, of course, but the heat that radiated between their bodies meant he was very close. Terry’s heart picked up a quicker pace.

Terry gasped again as Phil deftly wrapped the first piece of rope around his wrists. Every muscle in his body went taut.

“Relax, baby. Give yourself over to me. Let me take care of you.”

Terry wasn’t entirely sure what Phil meant by his words, but he had the sense of them from his tone. As Phil continued to wrap what seemed to be a very long piece of the cord aroundhim, the strength in his Master’s hands was clear. Every pull and tug on the rope as Phil secured his arms behind his back submerged him further into a cocoon of safety. Phil’s binds helped keep Terry whole.

Once Phil had tied his arms so they were completely immobile and held together all the way to his biceps, it seemed as if another piece of rope was added. Phil attached the cord to his wrists, the tugs harsher, yet Terry still recognized the surety of Phil’s care. Every few tugs and pulls, Phil would slip a finger between the rope and Terry’s skin as if ensuring it wasn’t too tight. Terry grunted as his body was drawn back by a jerk on his wrists. He hadn’t expected the movement, and he supposed that was why Phil had chosen to use the mask. The thrill of the unknown had his dick leaking and his balls aching so much it was torture.

Terry moaned, and Phil let out a light hum in response as he secured the extra length of rope attached to Terry’s wrists, tying it to Terry’s ankles.Even more helpless.It was one of the most amazing things he’d ever experienced.

“That’s my good baby.” Phil wrapped yet more rope around him. “Stay with me.”