Page 12 of Dancing With Temptation

“Thank you, Lincoln.” She smiled at him as she latched the first cuff together. Maybe it should have surprised him that he didn’t feel any anxiety at all, but he didn’t. That was down to how professional she’d been so far, he decided, as she moved to his other foot.

He watched her latch the last cuff around his ankle and took a deep breath. “What am I supposed to do now?”

“Well, you need to pay attention to what your body tells you, how you respond to everything from the lights going dim...” She paused to do just that, adjusting the light until the room was not dark, but romantically lit by the recessed lighting “...To the sound of the drawer opening. These are all things that will be signals to your sub, or to you if you choose to carry on in that position, of what will arouse them or cool their passion.”

She moved to his left, to the drawers she’d filled with a rainbow of toys. “Can you hear the way it sounds when I open this drawer?”

“Yes,” he answered immediately, but wondered why she’d asked him that.

“Now, pay attention.” She opened another drawer, but this time he noticed a slight difference in the sound. This drawer held different items, but he didn’t know which yet. “Listen to them closely.”

Each drawer sounded a little different, and he could start to see her point. The sound of each drawer closing caused a little disappointment, but she soon opened another and he was surprised to find himself…curious.

“Now, we’ll begin.” She moved to face him, a scrap of cloth in her hand, her top gone to reveal a black lacy number that held up her breasts and disappeared below the skirt. “This is silk.”

She moved the scrap over his face, down his shoulders, and across his chest. “Seduction, play with your sub isn’t just about pinching nipples and whippings. It’s about bringing satisfaction and sometimes that can be done with a soothing touch. The whisper of cloth over their skin.”

Lincoln’s eyes closed when she began to touch him with the silk, imagining it as her fingers or her lips, until she started to speak. That was when he focused on what she was saying, despite how hard it was to bring his attention back to reality. Her voice was pitched low, a seductive tone but not too low to hear. She was teaching him, even if it was hard to concentrate.

“Okay, but what if that touch causes more…arousal than comfort or soothing?” He asked, not sure if he should speak now, but willing to take whatever punishment she might want to dole out to him.

“That’s kind of the point, but...” She paused, thought for a moment, and gave a half-smile before she responded “...If that causes more problems, then you’ll have to learn to soothe your sub in different ways. That’s your job.”

“My job? Isn’t the idea to do as I please when I’m the dominant one?” He frowned as he asked the question, still confused about all of this.

“Pay attention, Lincoln.” She spoke louder suddenly, her body ramrod straight. “This is a partnership. Unless that’s specifically stated in the contract, your job is to dominate your sub, yes, but it’s to do it in a way that satisfies your sub’s needs.”

“And that doesn’t always mean being an asshole to them 24/7?” He grinned, but the grin faded when she moved up by his head, her lips close to his but out of reach.

“Say that again and I’ll strap your head down, too.” Her fingers moved into his hair and tugged lightly, enough to let him know she could pull much harder if she wanted to. “But, if it’s in a future contract, so be it.”

“I see. It’s not in ours, so no.” He watched her, excited at the control she’d taken, but also wondering what it would be like to have her on this table. He was starting to get the point of tonight’s lesson now. She was running him through the basics of it all.

A pleased smile eased the frown she’d worn and her hand came down to his chest to stroke one of his nipples. Lincoln inhaled sharply when the touch proved pleasurable, far more exciting than it had ever felt when anyone else touched him there. “You understand now. Good.”

Ah, the touch was a reward then, for answering correctly. Nice.

For a moment, Lincoln wished he’d worn something looser than the boxer briefs he had on, maybe baggier boxer shorts would have hidden just how nice his reward had been.

Moments passed while Roxie dug around in the drawers, rifling through objects, picking some up before putting them down. Lincoln couldn’t tell what each one was yet, but tied down to the table, he began to understand what being a submissive entailed. There was no escape, no way to demand to have your needs met, you could only wait and see what the person in charge did to, or for, you. And certainly no way to hide the effect that Roxie had on him, either.

“This will work for now,” Roxie said with a note of satisfaction.

Lincoln’s eyes closed, worried that she was about to do something to him that would leave him embarrassed. But wasn’t that what he was paying her to do? Teach him about all of this? Being strapped down was a brilliant idea on her part, he now had an inkling of what she would feel like once the roles were reversed. He wondered how she’d deal with that.

“Open your eyes, Link, you can’t hide from me here, no matter how hard you try.” She said the words softly, hypnotically, to draw his eyes open.

“What are those for?” He asked, staring at something that had pads connected to wires that were connected to some kind of machine.

“It’s a tens machine, it’s for muscle therapy when in the hands of most people, but in my hands, yours at some later date, it can cause an intense sensation in the breasts and nipples. I want you to know how it works, should you decide to use it on a sub.” Her left eyebrow was arched again, a smile in place that simultaneously made him as hard as a rock, but also chilled him to the bones.

The cold part came from the fact that she looked as if she knew exactly how much control she was now in, the hard came from being eager to know what kind of pleasure she had in store for him.

“You see, Link.” He winced as she again used the pet name he hated so much. She did that on purpose, he knew it. “Pleasure doesn’t have to come from a hand, or a mouth, or even skin in general. It can come from many sources. You just have to know how to use them and use them wisely.”

She pulled plastic tabs off each pad and placed two cold, sticky globs to each side of his left nipple and two around his right. He had an inkling what the machine would do, electrical stimulation of his nerves that could prove very pleasurable, or very…painful. In the wrong hands.

“Roxie.” He started to protest, but she gently placed a hand on his forehead, stopping the flow of words.