Page 81 of Foreplay on Words

“Alright.” I took the tablet from Evan and added it to my cart, and a few other options I thought would also fit Frances’ style.

Emory motioned Evan over to start showing him some of the male options, and I bit my lip to keep from laughing at his bewildered expression.

“If she is going more traditional, chances are she’d want her sub to do the same,” Emory explained, and Evan nodded. “Leather pants are always a staple, but you already have those.”

Emory smirked at Evan, and his cheeks darkened.

“In most situations, those can be the go-to. Or jeans. It depends on the dynamic. But you will also need to plan for what happens in situations where spanking play or punishment come into action.”

By this point, Evan’s cheeks were full-on bright pink as he glanced at me—probably thinking about this morning. The little bit of heat in his eyes started my heart thrumming. His reaction to being paddled was quite a pleasant surprise.

“This is a cock cage,” Emory said, holding up a little leather-strapped pouch with a ring on the front. I could see Evan visibly swallow and adjust himself in his shorts. “It’s designed to confine the penis and cause discomfort if fully erect.”

“Next is what I’m suggesting you wear during a scene where she punishes her sub by paddling him,” Emory gave Evan a little bit of a roguish smile. I smiled as I watched Evan squirm. “It’s a leather jockstrap. I’d suggest this to keep you covered while also exposing your rear. The alternative is a thong. Any opinions?”

“The jockstrap. Definitely the jockstrap,” Evan tittered out nervously as he looked at me with mild panic.

I couldn’t wait to get started.

Evan

Boston

Chase’s amused grin sparked fantasies of putting her over my knee, but I knew I had to keep myself in check around Emory.

The thought of putting on that cock cage made me incredibly uncomfortable. It was not big enough. I did not need first-hand experience with that part of punishment. Just looking at the thing made me feel chastised sufficiently.

“Evan. Pay attention.” Emory snapped next to my head, and I refocused on him, trying to ignore Chase. I wanted to know what else she was ordering on that tablet.

“This is a chest harness.” Emory held up some leather strapping. “There are also more full-body harnesses that wrap around the groin, but this is the most common type. It’s used for a few different reasons.”

“It’s hot,” Chase whispered from behind me.

Mental note...

“Some use it because they like how it looks. It’s often worn at showcases or play parties to identify that they are into kink,” Emory explained. “It can also be utilized as a handle of sorts during private play. It gives the Domme something to hold onto to manipulate a male sub who is larger than her. Gives her a little bit of leverage.”

“That brings a whole new level to the term ‘love handle,’” Chase giggled from behind us.

Emory cleared his throat and gave her a pointed look.

“Sorry. Don’t mind me. Just back here living my best life.”

“Naughty girl,” I whispered under my breath, and Emory’s lip quirked in response.

“If you can’t behave, Chase,” Emory warned as he nodded at a large chair in the corner with restraints attached to the arms and legs. “We can always tie you to the chair again.”

“Again?” The urge to laugh was strong, but I bit my lip to stop it.

“Anyway,” he rolled his eyes. “I don’t think the two of you want to dive particularly deep into hard kink.”

“No,” I said in a low voice, shaking my head.

He cleared his throat again and raised an eyebrow at me.

“Sir,” Chase whispered from behind me.

“No, Sir.” I averted my eyes and spoke quietly.

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