Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Nathan Riley
Jordan looked equal parts nervous and excited as he joined me on the low podium.
“Do I get undressed now?” he asked.
“Only if you’re comfortable,” I replied. “I can tie you up in those jeans too.”
He hesitated for a beat, thinking about it, then shook his head and started unbuttoning his jeans.
I faced the audience to give him a semblance of privacy from the attention. “What I’m going to demonstrate on Jordan today is a combined Server’s Hand and a waist harness. For those of you who are new to bondage, just picture a caterer holding a big serving tray at shoulder height.” I showed the pose myself too. “Hand open like this, palm up, fingers pointing back, elbow at your side. In short, I’ll tie him in this position so he can’t move. I will also fix his elbow into place and integrate the Server’s tie with the harness.” But more on that later. “I’ve opted to do the harness first. Can anyone tell me why?”
One of the new boys raised his hand. “Because it’s more fun to do?”
“Because it requires more rope?” someone else guessed.
“I think it’s because the harness sounds more complicated, and you wanna get that out of the way.”
I waited to see if anybody else had a guess before I answered. “It’s about timing. Ropework takes time, usually more than you anticipate. It’s why we start off easy and why I recommend you time yourselves. Not to see who can work the fastest, but so you get an idea of how much time will actually fly by. And that’s important to know because it’s the rope bottom who has to stand in the same position throughout the session.” I paused and grabbed a bundle of rope again. “The ties I’m doing today are simple ones—the Server doesn’t take more than a few minutes. But Jordan’s hand will still be in a potentially uncomfortable position, so I’m choosing to do the harness first to minimize the discomfort.” I gestured for Jordan to stand in front of me.
Sweet Jesus, did he have a nice body. To be in my twenties again…
I wasn’t sure he had a single hair on him. Maybe some light fuzz on his legs, but that was about it. Did he get it removed regularly, or was he just…like that?
You didn’t want hair in the way in bondage, unless it was part of the pain, so I was getting increasingly excited about tying him up. Wonderful posture on him too. He was slender but not lanky. He had lean muscles, smooth-looking skin, and the cutest little ass.
Those briefs were cute too, as promised. Tight and pastel blue with yellow ducks on them.
My mouth twitched. “Now…if I get the opportunity to play with Jordan more in the future, maybe we’ll explore predicament bondage together. In which case, we will prioritize the uncomfortable ties.”
He peered up at me over his shoulder. “I’m too adorable for you to want me in pain, Sir.”
I let out a laugh and planted my hands on his shoulders, with the rope trapped in between. “Is that what you think?”
“Well, it’s what I hope,” he admitted.
I smiled. “You’re definitely adorable. I’ll give you that. But I don’t mind seeing adorable boys cry.”
Like most brats, Jordan aced the yikes-face.
“One more thing,” I said. “Are you okay with me touching you intimately? The harness will go between your legs. If not, don’t worry, I’ll go with a hip harness instead.”
He shook his head quickly. “The more intimate, the better, as I always say. Sexualize me all day long, Sir.”
Fuck, he was funny too. Several of the members in the audience chuckled or cheered.
I shook my head in amusement and—
“Can I just ask…?” He hesitated. “I might look like I’m the king of the world, but I am quite nervous. Can I possibly distract myself by asking a few questions about you here and there? Like a quiz?”
“Oh! I wanna know more about you too, Mr. Riley,” Anton said.
Hmm. I understood the appeal of distractions, but I needed his focus. On the other hand, that was mostly on principle with today’s session. I wasn’t going to do anything that could cause injury; the rope wouldn’t sit tightly. But even so, we would have to compromise—and I had an idea.
“This is what we can do,” I said. “You can quiz me all you want, and your Daddy will answer so I can concentrate on reading your body. But you have to be mindful of any twinges, numbness, or discomfort. Okay? Every little detail, you have to tell me. Remember what I said earlier—communication is…”
“Fundamental and constantly mandatory,” he finished proudly. “I promise, Mister Rigger.”
“Good brat,” I replied. “In that case, feel free to ask me anything. Ash will know most of the answers.”
“Most?” Ash spoke up from the back. “You insult me, baby.”