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When I finally stopped, he said, “Are you done playing, or do you need to safe word, Baker? That was an intense attack on my bondage straps. You should try to take better care with your Dom’s toys.”
I was literally at a loss for words. One would think I should feel like a complete and utter fool—completely naked, strapped in, and spread wide enough that Seth could see every part of me. I probably would have, but when I looked into his eyes and saw the naked hunger residing there as he looked at me, I was good.
More than good.
Fucking good!
“Say your safe word for me, Baker,” Seth ordered harshly.
“I, uh, don’t need to safe word,” I answered quickly. Panic started at the tips of my toes and raced up my legs and spine. I didn’t want to stop. Frankly, I had no clue what was about to happen, but I knew I wanted it. If Seth wanted it, then so did I.
“Say. It. For. Me. Now.”
“Rainbow,” I answered.
“Very good,” he said, his voice changing back to the deep growl I associated with Seth the Dom. “Don’t allow me to push too hard. I have to trust you’ll safe word if things become too…intense. Can I trust you, Baker?”
“Always.” I couldn’t really believe he would ask me that after all the things I’d already exposed about myself to him but, then again, his plans for this day would certainly be driving a straight man over the crazy cliff. As I gazed down at my leaking cock, I knew there was no questioning it—I was gay for Seth.
Maybe nobody else. Probably nobody else. Only Seth.
“Good,” he answered. “I trust you, as well.” He stepped away and returned with his cart of goodies in tow. “Are you comfortable?” he asked as he reached down and tugged at one of my balls…which just dangled in the air because of the position of the seat.
“No, there’s absolutely nothing comfortable about being exposed like this,” I answered honestly. He hadn’t asked me if it was arousing or erotic. If he had, my answer would have been completely different.
“Good,” he answered again, a pleasant smile on his face. “Okay, let’s start out with something easy—something fun for you, shall we?”
“I think we should,” I answered. “That’s always a good place to start…and finish.”
“Tsk. Tsk.”
His hand reached for a lever that was attached to the bottom of the exam chair and the entire thing started slowly moving, turning me upside down. When the motor stopped running and I was looking at the floor, he moved toward me and started fumbling with something else on the seat of the chair. Well, what used to be the seat. Since I was hanging upside down, I wasn’t sure what you’d call it now. After a few more seconds of his twisting and turning things, the infamous seat was removed, and my ass was fully exposed and thrust into the air.
“What the fuck?” I hissed in embarrassment. “Uh…are you sure this is safe?”
He chuckled. “I feel completely safe, Baker.”
Still laughing at his smartass comment, he took the leather seat he’d just removed, slipped it against my belly, and started screwing it into place. When he’d finished that, the comfort level definitely improved. Sure, I still felt exposed and vulnerable, just like he wanted me too, but I no longer felt like I was dangling in mid—air. I glanced down and backward to see my hard dick pointing toward the floor. A small wet spot marked the ground directly beneath it. Next, he put a strap around my forehead, which helped hold my head up without me having to use any neck muscles.
“How do you feel about ball gags?” he asked in his irritatingly chipper voice. Before I could answer, he added, “Don’t worry about your safe word. I’ll give you a bell to hold in your hand. All you need to do is drop it and everything stops.”
Not for one second did I think I’d need my safe word with Seth, but I acted like I contemplated saying no…just to keep him on his toes. “I guess it’s okay,” I finally mumbled in a tone which perfectly mimicked a pouty sub. It earned me a hard slap to my ass.
The sting felt delightful.
“Open,” he ordered and as soon as I obeyed, he shoved the ball gag into my mouth and attached it to the head rest. All in all, it was fairly comfortable. I didn’t for one second dream it would stay that way. A small bell was tucked into my palm. “Drop it for me,” he ordered. When I dropped it, it made an annoying tinkling sound. He put it back into my palm. “Very good, Baker.”
I closed my eyes and melted into a puddle of lust when he said my name. I didn’t do it every time—only when he made it sound like a fucking caress.
