Page 82 of Foreplay on Words

Emory nodded. “These will probably be all I need to show you. There are all kinds of torture devices for people into pain play, but you won’t need to know about those.”

I nodded, absolutely agreeing with that one. The crippling anxiety I felt imagining that damn cage was painful enough.

“We can always consult Grace if you decide to add anything with humiliation. She’s an expert in that particular kink.”

Oh, fuck no. That woman was intense, and I knew my limits. Chase clearly agreed with me by the little growl she let out.

“Let’s move on to equipment.” Emory led us toward the wall covered in metal racks and grates from floor to ceiling, gesturing at a few items on hooks. “These are leather wrist and ankle cuffs. They can be attached to various things. Corner restraints on a bed, each other with a clip or tie, spreader bars, wall hooks, and crosses. Cuffs are involved in most bondage acts, usually only subbed out for rope or silk ties.”

“Hold out your hand,” he commanded, grabbing a cuff off the clip and bringing it to my wrist. “Buckles tend to work best. You can set them tight but not cutting off circulation—only enough to hold. Never improvise and restrain someone with a material you can’t control the tension on. You run the risk of permanent nerve damage. I also don’t recommend metal unless it’s wrapped with something softer.”

He left the cuff on, and I dropped my hand, feeling its subtle weight against my skin. I knew it was there, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.

“These are bondage ropes.” Emory grabbed a tied bundle off the hook and held it up. “This one is what I prefer. It’s a nylon rope used in boating. It can be bought at a hardware store. Don’t buy it from a sex shop because you’ll pay through the nose for something you can’t gauge the quality on.”

He nodded at Chase over my shoulder. “This is what I use for suspension.”

Oh...this was probably what he used to suspend her from the ceiling grate. I shifted my feet and tried not to think about Chase suspended from the ceiling—hands bound. My shorts didn’t provide much concealment, and I was sure Emory would be irritated if I developed a visible problem. We were here to learn, not as foreplay.

“It doesn’t have a lot of bite to it on the skin and can’t be used for elaborate things, but it’s strong and comes in different ratings that determine how much weight and pressure it can hold.”

“Chase?” he asked, looking in her direction. “Do you still have that book of knots I gave you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she chirped over my shoulder.

Chase stepped in behind me, placing her hand at the base of my spine, her touch sending a jolt through me. She must have been done buying the Dominatrix outfits.

“Your homework for tonight is to practice tying knots with this,” he instructed, handing me the bundle of rope and moving down the line to the next thing to show us.

“Chase is familiar with these,” he said, gesturing to a few things sitting in brackets protruding from the frame.

“This is a small flicker whip.” He flipped his wrist, and it made a soft snapping sound in the air. “Your ‘Trix will probably use a heavier-duty class of whip such as a stock or bull, but you two are beginners. You need specialized training to use those effectively.”

“Next session, we’ll let you both try this one.” Chase’s fingers tightened on my shirt as she sighed softly. Obviously, she liked that idea. I wasn’t sure which of us being on the tail end of the whip excited her, but I was willing to try it.

“Next, we’ve got a suede flogger,” he picked up a dark leather-handled whip-like object with several long, wide pieces of sueded material hanging from the end.

“There are several different types of floggers. Some are for sensation play, and others are for pain play or punishment. This particular one doesn’t have as much bite to it.”

“Again, we’ll start you with the beginner equipment. You don’t need to be accidentally drawing blood.” He actually broke character and winked at me.

What? The idea of drawing blood turned my stomach. Hurting Chase wasn’t on my list of things to learn how to do.

“You’ll be fine,” he assured me as he saw my expression. “This will all be simulation play. But...there is another king-sized bed in the back of the playroom if you need some alone time after a session.”

I could hear Chase snickering behind me.

“Next up is the cane.” He picked up a long object from a hook that looked to be made of wood. “It’s a little harder to use effectively. Plastic canes are good for beginners. They flex more and don’t leave as deep of marks. These can be used for both pain play and punishment. I use a rattan cane for punishment.”

He placed the long wooden cane back into its bracket and moved to the paddles hanging on the wall.

“Paddles come in a huge variety of materials and sizes depending on the use,” he nodded. “I’ll show Chase how to use the leather and silicone paddles. They’re lower impact and cause less bruising.”

“I already practiced with a wooden one,” she whispered from behind me. I couldn’t help the smile that pulled at my lips.

“Something you’d like to share with the class?” Emory asked with a facial expression almost approaching a smile.

“Uh,” I stuttered as I looked back at Chase.

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