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“Yes, they can.” He raised his brow.
“Well, what happens when you need a new set and have smaller ones you can’t use? Is there an adoption process or do they get forgotten in a drawer somewhere like missing socks? I don’t think there’d be a swap meet or anything.” She pressed her lips together sheepishly.
“I don’t know what to say.” He looked down at her in amazement.
Melody’s cheeks flamed and she shrugged. “That you like my quirks and weirdly wired brain?”
“More than you know,” he promised. “Are you ready for the next session?”
Entering his office, Wes closed and locked the door behind them. “I should have asked you before, but do you have any metal allergies?”
She looked at him inquisitively, setting her bag on the table. “No, why?”
“Just another day at the office. No shoes today, please.”
Melody slipped off her heels and followed Wes to what looked like a small broken-down podium on wheels. “This is…I have no idea.” She popped open the buttons on her romper, pulling it down her legs and leaving her in just her bikini.
“It’s a reworking of a stock stall, something you’d see in pet play perhaps.”
She walked around the metal contraption which piqued her curiosity the more she studied it. Two side rails with eye bolts to clip D-ring cuffs. A double support bar across the top and another on the bottom to trap the submissive’s feet in place.
“I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“It takes a perverted mind for something like this.” Wes stood in front of her. “Are you okay with this? We’re within limits.”
“Is it just for pets? I’m curious, are hucows considered pets?” She rambled, her lips moving before her brain could filter it.
“Now what does an innocent school teacher know about hucows?”
“Just what I’ve heard talked about at the club.” She shrugged.
“Why hear about it, when you can have an unforgettable experience.”
Melody looked away from Wes and eyed the stall. “Would you like me to step in, Sir?”
“Press your butt against the metal bars and tuck your feet in the ankle spaces, please.” He nodded and began setting his camera up, starting their session.
The metal was cool against her skin as she stepped into the enclosed space, the side panels touched but didn’t press into her hips. Wes stood before her and placed a leather cuff around each wrist.
He pulled her torso until she was leaning forward at an angle with her arms cuffed to the metal sides. “Any pinching? Uncomfortable?”
“No, Sir.” She giggled, “But the metal is cold.”
“It won’t be for long.” Wes stepped out of her vision and she turned her attention to the restraints on her wrists. The space for her legs was smooth under her feet and there was only enough room to rotate her ankles.
“Hold still,” he teased, grabbing his camera from the desk. “What I love about this piece is it’s small and has more features than ones I’ve made that were much larger.”
“It is restrictive.” Melody strained to keep her eyes on him as he moved, her skin prickled under his gaze.
“That’s the point. It leaves the submissive at the dominant’s mercy.” Wes’ voice lowered as he circled her and headed toward the work table. He pulled his phone from his pocket and set it on the table. Wes picked up his digital camera instead.
Closing her eyes, she bowed her head, and the memory of touching herself in the shower filled her mind. The thought of his calloused fingers running along her skin made her core burn with need. The metal cuffs around her ankles prevented her from spreading her thighs to ease the growing ache.
“Chin up, please.”
His direction pulled her attention and she arched her back, tilting her face to gaze up at him.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Wes groaned, looking at her bound form through the camera lens. He shuffled around her, snapping numerous photos. “Pull your arms out.”
