“As expected,” Fletcher said as he wrapped the padded leather cuffs first around her right wrist and then the left. “I’ll be asking periodically and expect honest answers. I need to know if you’re hurting, scared—in pain of any kind. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
She wasn’t sure what to expect to happen next. She watched with curiosity but without asking questions as he unhooked the joined cuffs. He then lifted her right arm up and away from her body, attaching the carabiner to a metal loop on the side of the cross. He repeated the action with her left arm.
“Comfortable?” he asked, checking to make sure the cuffs weren’t too tight before stepping back.
She tried to shrug but found it difficult. “I’m fine.”
“Does anything hurt, muscles, joints, bones?” he clarified the question.
“No, Sir. I feel fine.”
He nodded before stepping back and studying her. “Spread your legs a few inches and turn your toes out just a bit.”
She did as ordered and found it a more comfortable position to stand in.
“Better?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“All right. If anything hurts, the ties are too tight, or you become overwhelmed from being bound, call out.”
“Yes, Sir. I will,” she said.
Being attached to the St. Andrew’s cross, Mallory found herself relaxing already, leaning back and allowing the big wooden structure to hold her upright. Closing her eyes, her thoughts slowed and her mind began to drift with the music that was softly playing in the background as Fletcher wrapped the first rope around one ankle and then the other.
Fletcher’s intention for this session was to increase the speed with which he bound Mallory from ankles to pussy. Martha the mannequin had allowed him to perfect his technique, but now, with a live model, he needed to decrease the length of time it took to complete the ties.
As he worked, he mentally rehearsed the narrative he’d written for the demonstration Derek had asked him to give.
When he finished tying the “lightning bolt,” he stood and stepped closer to the woman who seemed to be quite relaxed and comfortable.
“Bunny? Are you still with me?”
“Mmmm-hmmm,” she breathed.
Even in the classes he’d attended he’d never seen a submissive fall so quickly into subspace.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” he said softly, not wanting to cause her to drop away from whatever world she was in, but needing to make sure she was all right.
It took a few seconds, but finally she opened her eyes, blinking several times before looking at him and smiling. “Hi,” she sighed.
“Hi,” he responded with a smile. “How are you feeling?”
“Floaty.”
“Any part of your legs hurting?”
“Nope, but the floor is hard,” she said, her head tilting to the side so it rested against one upraised arm.
“Maybe we’ll bring a pillow next time,” he said, finding her adorable in her sub-drunken space.
Mallory nodded, looking serious. “Pillow good. Can I go back to flying now?”
Leaning in, he brushed a kiss on her lips. “Yes, sweet bunny, you can go back to flying. I’m going to go ahead and put you in a chest harness and take some pictures before I untie everything, okay?”
“Okie dokie, smokey,” she said with a giggle before closing her eyes again.
