Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Mallory was thankful her Rope Master allowed her to wear jeans with her new bodysuit down to the Dungeon. Otherwise she might have died of embarrassment within ten steps of leaving his room. And it was his room. Hers was on the second floor, just waiting for her to return to it.
Stepping off the elevator at the Dungeon’s main door, she dropped her gaze and half hid behind Fletcher as they approached Jaben standing behind the podium beside the door.
While Fletcher spoke to Jaben, a member of the Dungeon security team, Mallory stared at the big double doors that opened into the Dungeon, admiring them just as she had every time she came to work.
While the beautiful wooden double doors glowed, the circles of bright copper imbedded in the wood gave the impression of a chain.
Caren had told her on her first night that the copper represented a St. Andrew’s cross.
After seeing the real thing in the Dungeon, Mallory had to agree.
The doors were a work of art all by themselves.
“Mallory? Sweetheart, are you okay?” Jaben asked, pulling her attention from the doors.
“Oh, yes, I’m fine. Good morning, Jaben,” Mallory said with a smile for the security guard.
“Just wanted to check because you don’t look too happy to be here,” the big guard stated.
“No, I’m fine. Just a little nervous. I’ve never been a rope bunny before,” she said honestly.
“All right, but if you need help, you just call out and one of the Dungeon Monitors will be there in a flash.”
“Yes, Sir,” Mallory said with a smile.
“Shall we?” Fletcher asked once Jaben gave him a nod of approval.
“Yes, Sir,” Mallory repeated.
Fletcher opened the door and allowed her to precede him. Once inside with the big doors closed, she stopped and wondered if she should give him a tour of the Dungeon before he started tying her up.
When he took her hand and led her directly to the bar, she decided maybe he knew his way around.
“Two bottles of water, please,” he requested from the bartender.
When they were placed on the bar in front of her, he released her hand. “Grab those, bunny.”
After picking up the two bottles, he settled a hand on the center of her back and guided her down the stairs from the lobby into the Dungeon proper.
Walking from one side of the room to the other, he studied each station before steering her back to the St. Andrew’s cross in the center of the playroom floor.
Dropping his bag at the edge of the platform, he took the bottles of water from her and set them on the small rolling table.
“All right, bunny, take off your shoes and jeans. Then I want you to stand here and work on breathing deep and relaxing while I prepare,” he said, moving her to stand with her back to the cross.
Toeing out of her shoes next to his rope bag, she slipped off her jeans and folded them before laying them on top of her shoes.
She then moved to stand in front of the large wooden X.
Nerves made it difficult to breathe deep and relax, but she tried as she watched him unpack the medium-sized duffel bag he’d carried down from his room.
He laid out a number of carefully wound bundles of rope in different colors before choosing three and returning the rest to the bag.
He then opened a side pocket of the bag and pulled out a pair of padded wrist cuffs. “Do you need to pee or anything else before we begin?”
Mallory shook her head before remembering he preferred verbal answers. “No, Sir.”
“What’s your safe word?”
“Pickles or red, Sir.”
He nodded with a slight smile. “Good bunny. Now, tell me how you’re feeling.”
Mallory thought a moment before answering. “A combination of nervous and excited, Sir.”
“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.
This time she began softly humming as he used bright blue rope to tie her into a chest harness that started at her waist before going up her body, one wrap under her breasts and the other overtop of them before ending in straps over her shoulders.
After taking pictures from a number of angles, he quickly untied her.
Checking in again and finding her still flying high, he wound his ropes and repacked his bag before unhooking her from the cross.
She moaned when he brought her arms down to her sides and took a moment to rub each shoulder joint before picking her up bridal style and carrying her to the nearest couch.
Sitting down with her curled on his lap, Fletcher hugged her and brushed kisses on top of her head as he praised her for being such a good girl for him.
One of the service submissives brought him a fluffy blanket which he draped over her.
A moment later, she brought his rope bag and the two bottles of water he’d left behind.
“Thank you,” he said softly.
After drinking down one bottle, he opened the second and held it to Mallory’s lips. “Drink, bunny.”
She did not fight and drank half the bottle before turning her head away.
Setting the bottle on the table beside him, he shifted Mallory slightly so he could reach between them and adjust his throbbing erection to a more comfortable position with a sigh of relief.
Then he laid his head back and allowed himself to drift in his own Top space.
Creating beautiful patterns on a human woman was even more enjoyable than he expected.
Time drifted by until Mallory roused and lifted her head from his shoulder. “What happened?” she asked, her words still soft and slurry.
“You enjoyed your time in my ropes,” he said, brushing a kiss on her lips. “I’ll show you the pictures later. How about we get you dressed and then go find some lunch?”
Before she could answer in words, her stomach rumbled loudly. He chuckled when her cheeks pinkened up and her hands shifted to cover her belly.
“I’d say that was a definite yes,” he said with a chuckle. Reaching for her jeans, he helped her put them on before slipping her shoes on her feet.
She wobbled when she stood up, but by the time they stepped into the elevator for the ride to the first floor, she seemed to be back in her body and steady.
Fletcher decided to wait until they were eating before asking how she felt about her second experience in his ropes.