Page 5 of Caged
It was ridiculous. People didn’t fall in love at first sight, especially people like me. But I knew how I felt, and I wasn’t one to shy away from hard things. I needed to make Janie mine, and I was hoping that playing together at the club would help with that, despite the way she’d practically ran away from me after the rope play demonstration.
It had never occurred to me that Janie – or anyone else – might find the club too expensive. I was a bit embarrassed at my privilege. Between a job that paid me very well, careful investments, and some family money that I’d inherited, I was quite well off. My financial advisor called me a millionaire. And while I lived simply, I’d certainly never had to worry about something like club admission.
Once we were together as a couple, I’d put Janie on my Club Surrender membership so she wouldn’t have to worry about it, but for right now, I could purchase guest passes for her.
“Hey.”
I was so deep in thought I didn’t even hear Janie come up to me. She was dressed in a short black leather skirt, a tight white tank top that clung to her curves, and black Doc Martens. She looked adorable. I took a deep breath and reached for my domme persona.
“Is that how you greet me, girl?”
I saw the minute she mentally submitted to me. Her spine straightened but her eyes shifted to the floor. “My apologies. Good evening, Mistress.”
“Good girl,” I praised. “You may relax.”
Her eyes lifted to mine, then skittered away.
“Are you ready to play? I have reserved a room and also reviewed your paperwork to assess your preferred activities.”
As a dominatrix I was required to familiarize myself with my submissive’s preferences, particularly their hard and soft limits.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Let’s go.”
I headed towards the hallway leading to the private rooms, confident that she would follow me. Sure enough, when I opened the door to room five, she was right behind me.
“You will undress completely,” I ordered.
“Yes, Mistress.”
Janie removed her tank first, then her bra, revealing heavy round breasts and a narrow waist. Her skirt and panties followed, then she kicked off her boots, leaving her standing totally naked. She gripped her elbows behind her back, her gaze downward as she waited for my instructions.
I was planning to tie her up. Of course, I was planning to tie her up. I loved doing it, that’s why I’d studied rope play and gotten to be an expert on it. But first, communication was the most important thing in BDSM.
“I have reviewed your hard limits, and they are similar to mine. Is there anything else you want to communicate before we begin?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Very well. We will use the stoplight system, red, green, yellow. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She was so sweetly submissive it made my heart ache. I led her to a straight back chair and directed her to sit forward on the seat with her feet on the floor and her hands on her knees, palms up. I pulled out a long length of jute rope that I’d selected just for today, the red color a nice contrast against Janie’s pale skin.
Without a word I began wrapping the rope around her torso, the motion almost hypnotic to me. I did a little more elaborate corset design than I had in the demonstration, but not too much so, given she was new to this. Once she had more experience, I’d spend more time binding her into more complicated positions. In my mind’s eye, I pictured Janie bound and hanging from the ceiling, totally at my mercy, and pressed my thighs together.
When I wrapped the rope around her breasts, I tightened it slightly to add a bit of pressure, squeezing the flesh. It immediately made her nipples harden. Janie was completely silent while I worked.
Once I’d finished the corset, I led her to a padded bench, briefly debating how I wanted her. Finally, I lowered her onto her back, bent her knees, and tied her wrists and ankles together with a short length of rope. This tie left her legs spread, her pussy completely exposed to my view.
I leaned forward and to my satisfaction I saw moisture glistening on her lower lips. My girl was already aroused just from being tied up.
“Are you experiencing any pain?” I asked. “You might feel discomfort from the binding, but I do not want you to feel any pain. At least not right now.”
“No, Mistress, I don’t feel any pain.”
“Very well.”
