Page 74 of Until I Own You

“Are you ready to start your training?”

I smile. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Today, we will learn about some of the implements used in the lifestyle. Some of them, we will never use, but you should learn them just the same.”

My insides flame with excitement and fear, for a moment painfully aware of how clothed he is and how naked I am. Not that I mind. Seth looks amazing in whatever he wears. All of his clothes are tailored for his perfect proportions. Strong, broad back, the vee of his waist, apple cheeks of his ass.

I swallow. I would love to see him naked one day. But that is not a demand I can make of him.

And as his sub…there is something so exciting about waiting for the privilege to see him naked. Not knowing if one day he will change the rules and allow me to see all of him the way I bare myself to him.

“Come.”

I follow him to the wardrobe in the room and when he opens it, a world opens before me.

I recognize a few of the things in there, but others I’ve never seen before, and a few others downright scare me just looking at them.

“Let’s start with the art of restraint, shall we?” Seth’s voice is a low growl, sending shivers down my spine.

“Yes, Sir.” A breath is all I can muster as I remember being cuffed to the bed last time we were here.

My heart hammers in my chest as his hand trails over a collection of restraints, and he explains how each is used.

His hand eventually stops at some colorful silky ropes.

He takes one out of the place where it is hanging.

“Ropes like this one offer both security and vulnerability. Same as neckties and scarves, they wrap around you like a lover’s embrace. The difference is in the texture as it kisses your skin when you fight against them. Like all the others, they should add to the experience, not take away from it, so though they should leave you powerless to move, they should never be used in a way that will lead to unnecessary hurt or discomfort for you.”

As he talks, the rope dances between his fingers with practiced ease.

My eyes can’t pull away as I find myself captive of the intricate patterns he weaves, imagining how those soft strands would feel as they encircled my wrists and ankles.

He takes one end of the rope and skims it up my arm, over by breasts, and letting it caress my skin as he weaves it around me for a few seconds before taking it back and putting it away, leaving me panting.

Next, Seth takes out a set of leather cuffs, their metal buckles gleaming as he turns them this way and that. “These are similar to what we used last time, but a different material. As you could attest, they offer a more secure form of restraint. Unlike the ropes that can be used for full-body bondage, cuffs are mainly used for wrists and ankles, whether to tie them to each other or to secure points specifically designed for that.”

He fastens one of the cuffs around my wrist, the leather tight against my skin.

I swallow hard, feeling a surge of heat pooling low in my belly.

“It feels different than the others last time. Sir.”

“It does. The leather gives it a different texture. But just as nice to keep you still.” He smiles.

He takes the cuff away from my wrist, and I feel its absence.

“Moving on.” Seth selects a length of chain, its links looking cold and unforgiving. “This is a symbol of strength and submission, an unbreakable bond.”

The chain trails along the curve of my spine, the metal cool against my skin.

I shudder as its weight presses down on me, anchoring me in ways I never thought possible.

After putting the chain back, he turns to me and skims a finger over my collarbone. “But the ultimate form of bondage is the collar,” he says softly. “A symbol of ownership and devotion, this marks you as mine.”

He traces the collar around my neck, his touch gentle yet possessive.

I inhale sharply at both his touch and the reminder of the utter control he has over me.

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