Safeword: Storm Clouds(20)

"Anything else?"



"No Sir"



"Please turn and face the bed, legs apart."



When she did he picked up one of the ropes and tied it around her thighs, binding them together with several strands and then knotting it in the front between her legs. He tossed the rest of the rope up towards the other end of the bed and told her to lay down. This put her laying down on the line of rope, with the bulk of the rope in it's neat loop up above her head.

"Hands in reverse prayer please."

Reverse prayer is just what it sounds like, your hand are palm to palm, facing up, between your shoulder blades. She put her hands into position and he pulled the rope down tight across one shoulder and bound it around her wrists several times and then somehow knotted it again without cutting it off. If she tried to stand up or in any way move her hips back it would pull her arms up painfully towards the back of her head. And with the rope tied so high up her thighs she couldn't get the leverage to try to pop the ropes open down there. She couldn't pull her arms down enough in back to get enough leverage there to pull them apart, either. This wasn't just about the strength of the rope, but the way he put her into it.

He wasn't done yet, he went back up over her other shoulder with the rope and then tipped her sideways just a little to run the rope back down towards her waist again. He looped it through the ropes there and then went down to her feet and wound the rope around her ankles ten times before making another knot. She knew it was ten times because she counted all ten times silently in her head, knowing with each additional circuit that the odds of her breaking the rope were much worse.

Kendra knew she wasn't getting out of this. And she was suddenly very scared.

She felt his hand on her lower back, gentle. He reached up to her hands and felt of them. "I know Abbot said I don't have to worry about circulation, but I have to ask anyway. Is anything too tight? I went around your wrists and ankles more than I would have for a... more than I normally would. I need to be sure it's okay."

"It's okay. I can completely stop my circulation for years and hibernate if I need to. Pieces of me won't fall off and die if they go without adequate blood supply for a little while."

She felt a slap on her bottom and then he was speaking in a warning voice. "You've only got one rule right now Kendra. Did you forget something?"

"Sir. My circulation is okay, Sir."

He walked to a chest that she could see in her line of sight and opened it. She saw floggers hanging from the back and lots of drawers down below. She saw him turn around with a butt plug and immediately said "raindrops". He stopped and looked at her, sat the plug down on top of the shelf, and came to her. He knelt down and said "What is it, Kendra."

"I haven't had anything in my ass for over a thousand years. I don't eat solid food, so it hasn't even been used as a human would normally use it. I'm not telling you it's off limits, but I am saying that plugs probably are at this point. Even small ones. Sir."

"Okay, thank you for telling me. We'll work on that later, but we will work on it until you are ready to be taken in the ass. I'm going to spank you now. I'm going to give you two strikes with a slapper that will hurt. One on each cheek. And then I will back off and warm you up properly before being harsh again. I intend to use the slapper to warm you up, and then a variety of floggers. Depending on how you respond I will finish with either a belt or cane. Is there any reason for me to not use any of those particular implements?"

"The cane? Sir? I thought you were going to go easy on me at first?"

"I am, I said I would use it or the belt depending on how you respond. I will have you warmed up by then, I'm not going to give you more than you can handle. If you aren't responding like you are enjoying the pain I won't use it. I know it's hard, we haven't built up much trust yet, but I need you to trust me. Okay?"

"I'm scared."

"I know." He stood and turned back to the chest, then picked a slapper up and turned back to face her. "You didn't say Sir, Kendra. Again. Two strikes that will hurt has turned into six strikes that will hurt, three on each cheek, and then I'll warm you up properly."

He walked behind her and without warning there was a hit to her right cheek and then her left cheek. They stung like crazy, and the pain lingered a lot more than Kendra thought it should. Damn, that hurt. And then he did it again, this time right then left. She wasn't breathing. She didn't really have to breathe, other than the need to talk, but her not breathing worried Eric.

"Kendra, you need to breathe."

"Sir, actually, I don't. Sir. I mean, if I'm going to talk then I do because my voice box needs air going through it to make sound. But, I can shut down bodily functions at will, so I don't really need to breathe, Sir."