Scanning the room, Jacob noted his tablet, the screen not set to blank or save during periods of inactivity, still displayed the equipment he’d so clearly visualized Emily restrained against in his fantasy and unless it had sprouted legs, he knew that she’d have picked it up during her cleaning session and seen what was on it.
Emily had seen his expression, watched his gaze and smiled, as though reading his mind, “It’s an interesting bit of uh, what would you call it? A Device? Tool? Equipment?”
“It’s a St. Andrew’s Cross, you’ll find them most commonly in BDSM dungeons, I was thinking of purchasing one for my playroom.”
Emily sat forward in her seat, intrigued, questions on the tip of her tongue, her eyes darting between the tablet, which she couldn’t see the screen of, and Jacob’s face, unable to gauge his expression, not knowing him well enough.
“Can I see it? Your playroom?”
Jacob smiled, enjoying the eagerness in Emily, the tutor in him wanted to teach, the dominant in him wanted to dominate, the romantic in him saw a future with her at his side, or kneeling at his feet.
“If I show you, there are rules, I’ll explain them, and you can either agree or disagree; you agree, we’ll enter and I’ll allow you time to ask questions, to explore, you disagree, the subject ends here, and now, we can enjoy the rest of our coffees, and perhaps arrange to go out to dinner later.”
There wasn’t a chance in hell Emily was letting this opportunity slip past and nodded her head, “I understand, I’ll listen to the rules, please, go ahead.”
Jacob figured to start slowly and simply; if things developed between them then so would the rules, but for now, he stated, “Rule number one, inside that room, you address me as Sir. Rule number two, you are to be naked, although, for today, I’ll accept undergarments only, nothing on your feet, no jewelry or accouterment. Rule number three, you are not to touch anything, you can explore, look anywhere you like, but no touching. Rule number four, if you need to leave the room for anything at all, you are to ask permission. Rule number five, if asked a question, you are to answer truthfully, I insist on open and honest communications at all times. Understand?”
Emily had listened intently throughout Jacob’s speech and nodded to each rule then again at the end, “yes Sir, I understand completely.” She rubbed her hands up and down against her skirt realizing they’d become damp.
Standing, Jacob gestured to Emily, who joined him and in a soft voice underlined with a firmness that made Emily’s panties even wetter; he said, “Strip.”
Without hesitation, Emily shrugged off her jacket, placed it over the arm of one chair, then unbuttoned her silk blouse, and slid out of her skirt, both items joining the first; quick to follow were her shoes, stockings, and garter which left her standing in panties and bra alone, both of which were of fine white satin and lace that delicately enhanced her pale, freckled skin.
“Beautiful.” Jacob’s appreciation made known in one single word that expressed so much.
Reaching for Emily’s hand, Jacob turned and headed deeper into the house with her in his wake. “Let’s go play…”
Chapter Four
The playroom lived up to every expectation Emily had ever had. A square room, the walls lined with padded leather, the ceiling and floor similarly so; she took several minutes, in silence, purely to look around and take in every detail. Metal rings embedded in the ceiling dangled down, in the walls, and even on the floor. Jacob had spent a great deal of money on the construct and items she saw. Emily noted that despite its warmth, she shivered when noticing a rack of items on the wall, a wooden panel bearing several riding crops, three canes, four floggers and a couple of pieces she couldn’t name.
“Sir, what are those?” Emily pointed to the rack.
Gesturing to each one, Jacob counted off the items she knew then lifted one made of braided leather with twin tongues extending approximately two inches from its end, “this is a quirt, similar to the riding crop.” He used it to slap against one hand then displayed the palm to Emily, “it can give quite the vicious sting if one does not know how to use it correctly; in fact, all of these items in the wrong hands can cause damage, I’d advise caution to anyone delving into the Lifestyle for the first time.”
“Lifestyle?” Emily had heard the term before but hadn’t connected it to this type of place or the equipment within.
“The BDSM Lifestyle, it’s not for everyone. We abide by certain rules, a foundation of Safe, Sane and Consensual play that protects both the Dominants and submissives from anything, unfortunate, shall we say.”
Emily nodded, understanding in part, she’d read many things over the years but not enough to educate her for today.
“We can go into more detail another time; today is for fun, a little exploration, a taster so that later you can ask more questions based on your experiences.” Jacob tilted his head in Emily’s direction, waiting for agreement.
Not self-conscious in the slightest despite being in her panties and bra, Emily nodded. “I understand, Sir.” And taking a short walk around the room, she paused at what looked to be a sturdy massage table. “And this, Sir?” she asked as one hand reached out as though to touch but drew back at the last moment, recalling his rules.
Jacob smiled, his grin reached from ear to ear, rather proud that Emily had demonstrated learning the rules; it might seem simple and easy to do for most, but forgetting them was often equally as easy; it was a testament to her intelligence, eagerness to learn and respect.
“It’s a bench, with a twist, you see the seam halfway along and down the center? It splits apart to allow access to the submissive’s body parts while she’s restrained.” Jacob indicated where the bench could be altered and at the bolted rings embedded in the dark wood. “I’ll demonstrate, but first, we need to do a couple of things.”
Walking to a tall cabinet in the corner of the room, something Emily had yet to explore, Jacob opened it, reached inside and pulled out a few items; four cuffs, made of leather, they clinked and jangled a little with the rings and chains attached to each one. “These, and this.” he held up a small elastic band and grinned, gesturing for Emily to come closer, “Turn.”
Using his fingers to comb through her hair, he gathered it up into a ponytail and pulling the long wavy strands through left the tail to swing freely. In doing so, he pressed his bare upper body against Emily’s back and where skin met skin, it felt wonderful. Silky soft just as he knew it would be.
Emily gasped and moaned a little, he made her weak, excited, aroused and all from tying back her hair.
Jacob grazed his hands over her shoulders, luxuriating in the sensation, leaning forward to inhale her sweet perfume, “Coconut.” He whispered next to her ear, and she nodded, affirming what he’d so astutely recognized in her scent.
“At any point, while we play, which I’m assuming you’re eager to start, I need you to remember not only the rules I gave you at the beginning but something else; if you want to stop, you say Red, the color, if you say that, I’ll stop immediately, I don’t think you will, I have a feeling you’ll want more, but, as a precaution, you are to say…”