Page 44 of The Star in Room 7

He offers no resistance as I raise his other arm, laying his wrist close to the other. He does watch me, though, his brown eyes wide and intense.

“And how does that feel, sweetheart?”

“Good.” He wriggles his fingertips. “It’s… Liberating. It shouldn’t be, but it is.”

“Why shouldn’t it be?”

“Because I’m restrained. Because you could do anything to me and I couldn’t stop you, and yet… Yet… I feel utterly safe. I’m bound, and yet I feel free. It… It doesn’t make sense.”

“Submitting can be very liberating and freeing,” I assure him. “You’re letting me take all your cares, worries, and fears away from you, for a short time. Are you ready for me to continue?”

“Yes.”

I pick up the eye mask and slowly put it on, giving him plenty of time to use his safe words if he needs to. Yes, he enjoyed being blindfolded last night, but he’d had his wrists free then. I watch him carefully. His breathing hitches, so I stroke his hair softly, whispering to him until he relaxes and his mouth curls into a content smile.

“Use your safe words,” I order.

“Green,” he says softly.

I stand, pick up the feathers, and debate where to touch him first. “I’m going to begin with the ostrich feather. I’ll start from your toes, and move slowly up the left side of your body, and then down the right side.”

Even though he knows what I’m going to do and where the touch is going to come from, he still jerks his foot and gasps in surprise. I pause for a moment, letting him relax again, before touching him with the very end of the feather in the same spot. I trail the feather up his skin slowly, swirling patterns. He makes the most adorable noises and, when the feather touches his cock, he groans and becomes hard. I move the feather ever upward, over his stomach, chest, and neck. Over his jaw, cheek, and temple, and then across and over his forehead, starting the journey down his body toward his toes. I pay even more attention to his cock and balls this time, smiling with satisfaction at the clear bead of precum that leaks from his tip. His foreskin is intact, which surprises me. Then again, he’s the first British guy I’ve seen naked.

“I’m going to use the goose feather next. But this time, I’m going to start on the right side of your body.”

I wait long enough for him to safeword if he needs to, before trailing the goose feather over his skin. Its firmer barbs elicit an entirely different set of noises out of him, but they’re no less satisfying. I’m glad I’m wearing shorts made out of a stretchy, jersey fabric, because I’m hard, too.

By the time I reach the sole of his left foot, he’s writing and panting, and his thigh is damp with pre cum. He’s so fucking gorgeous I can barely stand it.

“I’m going to use both feathers now. I’ll run one up each side of your body and then cross them over.”

“Oh, fuck, Daddy, I think that’ll make me...” He cuts himself off.

“Come? It’s okay if you do, baby. I’d be very happy if you do.”

He releases a sweet sigh.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,” he speaks the word on a gasp. “Green.”

Smiling, I move the feathers lightly up each side of his body, the goose feather on the left, the ostrich feather on the right. He groans deeply as the feathers glide over his genitals. His cock twitches, but he doesn’t come. I keep going, switching them over when I reach his forehead, as I promised, before sweeping them back down his body. This time, the moment they touch his cock, it jerks, and he lets out a noise that’s halfway between a desperate, needy groan and a gasp as he comes, splattering himself with thick, milky cum.

“Oh, baby, you look so hot,” I croon.

He pants and twitches his fingers.

I put the feathers down and sit beside him again. “I’m going to untie you now, sweetheart.”

He whimpers, but nods.

I remove the cuffs, rub and rotate his wrists gently, and then carefully bring his arms down, so they’re resting on the bed, alongside his body. “I’m going to take the eye mask off.”

He nods in understanding. When I take it off, his eyes are closed, but he gradually opens them.

“The room seems so much brighter,” he whispers.

“It will for a while. I’m going to clean you up, and then we’ll cuddle.”