II:Where Do We Go For Some Privacy?

THE VIP BONDAGE CLUB, EPISODE 2: WHERE DO WE GO FOR SOME PRIVACY

In a flash, she moved in front of me with a thick silken rope. Her speed felt like pure magic. I blushed fiercely as her fingertips brushed my skin before wrapping the coarse cord around my arm.

“As I said, communication is everything. They are trusting you with their body, and you must make them feel entirely safe.”

Mallory traced her finger down my jawline, a touch so electric it felt like much more than a mere demonstration. “Do you feel safe with me?” she asked, her voice dropping to a low, intimate hum.

My face burned hot, my throat tightening, but I nodded.

Like an artist painting a masterpiece, she dragged her index finger down my throat, tracing the curve of my chest before beginning to wrap the tight rope around my frail body.

Tie after tie, her fingers dipped into the hot hollows of my skin, making even my shoulder blades tingle with intimate awareness.

She knotted the rope securely behind my hand, pressing her upper body flush against mine. Then she trailed another tie down to my waist.

“Breathe,” Mallory whispered directly against my stomach, her fingers coiling the rope tighter, locking my hands securely behind my back.

I exhaled, and Mallory fastened the last knot below my wrist, tightening the rope that had already gone around my stomach at least five times.

She smiled, proud of her work, before she turned to face the crowd.

“That is how you do it. Let’s ask our model how she feels,” Mallory said expertly.

Everyone was watching closely through their masks.

Mallory walked around me, moving slower this time. She stepped right behind me.

“Again, breathe. Let yourself free. The rope won't let you fall,” Mallory whispered, placing a warm hand on my shoulder.

She dragged her hand to the bottom and held the end of the rope. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what it felt like to be completely free. Taking a deep breath in, I allowed my heavy body to relax completely into the tight ropes.

I exhaled slowly. It felt as if the rope was a giant, invisible hand holding me up, preventing me from falling.

I leaned into it, swaying left and right, experiencing a controlled free fall.

My feet were still touching the floor, but I barely felt the ground beneath me anymore.

“Now she's relaxed. Before, she tried to trust me. Now, I have her trust,” Mallory announced to the room.

She was walking around me again. I couldn't see her, but I could feel her slow, deliberate strides.

“Shibari isn't only done for sex, but it is always done for pleasure. And that brings me to a lesson: there are so many things we can do that aren't strictly sexual. Lightly tracing a feather across bare skin, temperature play…”

She stopped right in front of me and pulled me into a warm hug.

“Holding them,” Mallory said.

I sighed, lost in her embrace, free-falling while still standing firmly on my feet.

“Passion can wear many hats, and it’s up to you to take your time finding it. At the end of the day, we’ll have one more happy person among us. Welcome to MAXINE, the VIP bondage club,” Mallory concluded her performance, and the crowd clapped graciously for her.

This was my cue to open my eyes. I fluttered them open just as she was about to let me out of her embrace. She let out a soft laugh when she saw the dazed, emotional look on my face, like I wanted to cry from pure sensation.

“That was oddly satisfying,” I whispered.

It was just us now, as the masked crowd began to disperse. Mallory started unfastening the knots around my body.

Just like before, when she stood right in front of me and leaned close to untie the knots behind my back, she began again.

My skin radiated intense heat whenever she leaned in, and I had to constantly remind myself to breathe, just as she had instructed me.

Breathe, she had said.

I imagined a feather-light kiss on my neck from her hot breath. She smelled like sweet mint and fresh cherries, and her lips were bare of any lipstick.

I knew this because she had bitten down on them a few times earlier, and her tongue hadn't stained. The soft pink of her small lips was completely natural.

“Some people use this for therapy, for mind work. It's amazing what these ropes and a little quiet time can do,” Mallory said, tugging gently on a rope behind me.

Her warm breath was all over me, and her soft cleavage pressed tightly against mine. She smiled, and her words seemed to float and linger in the heavy air between us.

She was working on the second-to-last knot when I realized I hadn't said anything back.

“Thank you, Mallory. Will you be staying for the party?” I asked the young, beautiful instructor. I was sure she was younger than me, or else her genetics were simply spectacular.

It was a sex party, after all. If she was staying, it meant we could share some quiet not-so-quiet time. My question was as forward as I dared to be.

Mallory chuckled softly. “I’m sure you’re sweet, but not tonight,” she murmured.

She paused on the very last rope, our faces now only inches apart.

“When can I take you out?” I asked, gathering all my courage. I had come here to be free, right? I couldn't let her walk away without trying.

Mallory seemed to like that I tried. She finally unfastened the final knot, and the rope fell to the floor, except for the end which she still held.

Her fingers were heavily decorated with rings. Some featured heavenly bodies like stars and moons, while others bore symbols I couldn't quite recognize.

They adorned her hands, and the tips of her fingers—along with half of each finger, skin inclusive—were painted a stark, deathly black.

Such intriguing, dangerous fingers.

“Where would you take me?” she asked, never breaking the deep eye contact we were sharing.

“A nice dinner place.”

“I can grab dinner by myself,” Mallory replied, and her words felt like a sharp sting.

I took it as a challenge to try harder, to do more.

“I love the water. We could go to the park, watch the fountain, grab ice cream, and feed the pigeons that land near us.” It was a very basic date idea, but a sudden spark of light turned on in Mallory's eyes. She loved the simple things.

“And after?” Mallory asked, stepping closer to reach out and twirl a loose lock of my hair. “Where do we go for some privacy?”