Page 134 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

“Yeah, I’ve been wanting to get into this kind of thing for a while,” I lie.

I’ve had to force myself just to look at trailers for content involving this fetish, but it’s common in the kink community and is becoming popular in porn too. Just the idea of being unable to bend or straighten my arms or legs has my chest feeling tight again. Maybe this demo will help during the rare domination scene when I’m the one giving the orders.

Like this morning, with Miles.

Hiding my grin as the doors open, I take Talia’s offered hand and grab Miles’ behind me to keep us together. We snake through the crowd to find seats in the fifth row. It’sclose enough to the action to see details, but far enough that we won’t have to crane our necks for a better view of the stage.

The lights dim and screens on either side of the hall light up with live images of the stage. An announcer’s voice comes over the speakers.

“Guys, gals, and non-binary pals, please welcome to the stage Scotty Robertson!”

A man who looks to be in his fifties takes the steps up to the stage from the far side of the hall. His head is either shaved or bald, shining in the spotlight. His light gray beard is full, hiding his lips though I can tell from here that he’s smiling. He waves as the audience applauds, a mic attached to his ear.

“Thank you!” he shouts with another wave. “Thank you! So,” he waits for the applause to die down before he continues. “Some of you know me, but I’m guessing most don’t. I’ve been outta the game for a bit, but I’ve been in this industry for half my life.”

Scotty continues to give us his abbreviated resume before calling forth his assistant. A beautiful woman steps up to the stage, looking a few years younger than Scotty. She’s clad in a black, lace bodysuit that hugs her thin frame perfectly. Her black hair is swept back into a bun and she walks toward Scotty on bare feet.

“Before we show you anything, I want to go over the most important thing in any BDSM scene. Safety.”

Scotty, aided by his assistant, Georgie, continues to explain the ins and outs of wherenotto tighten ropes that would cut off the important circulation. He gives alternatives, pointing out the right spots on Georgie’s body for all to see. When he’s satisfied that he’s given us a solid foundation, the real fun begins.

I watch, entranced as Scotty and Georgie point out parts of the frame they’re going to use for the demonstration. There are different colors of rope to allow the audience to see where specific lengths get connected and knotted.

First, Georgie is seated in a chair beneath the rig so that Scotty can make sure she’s bound in the right places before hoisting her up. He explains knot after knot as his hands deftly ensnare his assistant. Georgie breathes calmly throughout this whole process. Her ability to essentially zone out almost makes me want to try.

Almost.

By the end of the demonstration, Georgie is hanging sideways with one leg straight out, the other bent with her knee angled down. One arm is tied to her side and the other is bent so that, while her upper arm is at her side, her forearm crosses her chestwith her hand pointing toward her shoulder. Her head is supported to take the weight off of her neck and she’s grinning as if she could stay there forever.

After another round of applause, the crowd begins to leave the hall while Scotty lowers Georgie to the ground so he can safely untie her.

“That was incredible,” says Miles as we break through the doors. Talia nods in agreement.

“I’ve been tied a few times for scenes, but never by a partner just for shits and giggles,” she says. “I haven’t found someone whose hands are good enough.” She winks at Miles and he grins, running his hand across my lower back at the same time, reminding me that he’s mine and Talia is just a colleague. “What about you?” Talia asks me.

“Oh, I don’t know if being tied up is for me,” I admit. “Maybe as the rigger.” I glance at Miles. “Think Brody would be on board?”

“He might not be, but I sure as hell would.”

“Who’s Brody?” asks Talia as we head toward the large open area where the marketplace is.

“My roommate,” says Miles. “We, er,” he glances at me. “I guess we’re both kind of dating Honey.” His ability to easily call me by my porn name in public and my real name in private is impressive.

“Shit, girl,” Talia giggles. “Good luck. This idiot’s a handful on his own. I can only imagine what someone who lives with him is like.” I laugh at that.

“It’s pretty new. But I think we’re having fun.” I flash Miles a grin.

“Oh, we absolutely are.”

“You and I are going to have to get together,” Talia says to me. “I’m going to need to know how you juggle two men.”

“Lots of lube.”

Miles has a scene in the afternoon so I find myself in another burlesque performance alone this time. This one is aimed at the nerds with themes from all the big franchises–Star Wars, Game of Thrones, and a variety of others. It’s ridiculous and fun while still being stupid hot. As a straight woman, I can still appreciate another woman’s body.

When I leave the hall, there’s a text on my phone from Miles saying he’ll meet Talia and me in the hotel lobby to catch a ride together to the restaurant. Talia is already there waiting for me, just inside the front doors. It’s way too hot and humid to wait outside until the last minute.

“How was the camera equipment demo?” I ask, knowing Talia has been looking to upgrade her production quality. She talked about it for five minutes straight before we parted ways earlier.

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