Page 2 of Disciplining Dana

What the hell does he have planned here?

The rigging chains. Anticipation pricked with trepidation danced over her nerves as she looked at those chains while undoing the ties to her corset. Kurt had played with her on nearly every piece of furniture in the room, but not once before had he brought her here. She pulled her gaze from the chains to his back, tracking as he moved to the counter where the club kept their dungeon gear. The air of the room cooled flesh trapped for hours beneath her leather corset, but it wasn’t only the chill which caused her areolas to pebble. Dana had watched other couples play in this spot before. Kurt could have any number of things in mind, and all of them had her heart thumping, adrenaline flooding through her. Whatever he intended, one thing was certain: it was going to involve something she’d never done before, would probably push some boundaries, and...

Well, you did tell him you needed a distraction.

The corset completely free, Dana bundled it together and set it on the floor. As she continued undressing, Kurt carried on his discussion with someone at the counter, nodding as the man spoke. By the time her skirt, garters, stockings—everything—was off and piled neatly, it wasn’t solely Kurt striding back toward her, but the other man, too, carrying a gear bag and with an object she couldn’t identify slung over his shoulder.

Kurt stopped in front of her, giving her an appraising look. “Good girl,” he said, quietly before turning to the man standing behind him.

“Yeah, this’ll work,” the man replied with a nod.

Kurt turned back to her. “Okay, we’ve never done this before, so Master Eric is going to help guide us through this tonight, understand?”

Dana may have been distracted earlier, but right now her attention was acutely focused. “What are we doing, sir?” she asked, softly.

“Suspending you,” was all he replied, returning to the man behind him.

Master Eric stepped forward. “This is a full body harness.” He pulled the object that had been draped over his shoulder off so Dana could see it. “Since this is your first time, we won’t be doing anything fancy with rope or chains or shit like that. This”—he hefted up the piece of gear so every strap and buckle dangled free—“is a glorified construction worker’s safety harness, but since this is your first time, it’ll be easier on you than rope would.” He spread out the harness openings. “Okay, I’m going to strap you in now. Just do exactly what I say, alright?”

“Yes, sir,” Dana murmured.

Master Eric moved behind her, and a moment later, he gripped her wrist, pulling her arm to the side as cool leather slid up and over her shoulder. The other side soon followed, and then he was in front of her, positioning the straps of the harness in an X under her breasts. His movements were quick, deft and impersonal, so that even when he brushed over her nipple with his hand there was nothing sexual about it. He tugged the waistband into place around her hips, then cinched the buckles tight.

“Good?” he asked, staring into her eyes.

She nodded silently.

“Not too tight anywhere?”

She shook her head.

“Cool. It should be snug, but if it’s too tight, especially around the inner thighs, it’ll cut off circulation, and we don’t want that. If you start feeling any tingling or a loss of sensation in your feet or legs, you let your Master know immediately, okay?”

Dana didn’t correct him that Kurt wasn’t her Master, that their relationship didn’t include that dynamic, because right now there was a whole lot more occupying her attention than rectifying that assumption.

“Yes, sir.”

Master Eric turned to Kurt. “Okay, you need to keep an eye on her constantly. Also, run your hand over her periodically, especially her thighs, legs, ankles, feet. If her skin starts feeling cool or clammy, her ass comes down immediately, understood?”

“Got it.”

Master Eric clapped his hands. “Okay, let’s get her up.”

Both men turned to face Dana, and Kurt took her by the shoulders, guiding her in front of the chains which swung gently back and forth.

“Face me,” Kurt told her, gazing into her eyes.

Dana did as she was ordered, and a moment later the harness tugged at her shoulders, followed by a sharp kli-klack. Another tug came a second later at her waist, accompanied by the same sound.

“’Kay, she’s hooked in.”

Kurt continued to lock his gaze with hers. “You ready?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He nodded, and there was a sudden yank as a shinkshinkshink sound clattered from above her.

Her feet came up off the ground.

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