Page 15 of Rowdy St. Nick

“Really?”

I smile. “Yes, really.”

No one is using the next play area, but it’s one of my favorites.

“This area is for harder restraints.”

“What do you mean by harder?” His brows knit together.

“Like handcuffs, not the fuzzy kind, leg shackles, chains, leather straps, locks. Basically, it means things that are more difficult to get out of if you try. The other area is more for fabric ties, silk, rope, that kind of thing.”

“I see.” He looks around at all the chains and other items, then tests out one of the pairs of handcuffs on the floor.

“They’re real!” I giggle. I can’t help it.

“Yes, they’re real, my Rowdy friend.”

He levels a look at me, then points at the next area.

“Are they using leashes?”

“Yes they are. That’s an impact play area.”

“Impact like…” His voice trails off.

A whip cracks, and one of the players on the mat lets out a moan.

“Yes Daddy! Thank you!” she yells.

Parker looks at me, eyebrows now raised like they’re trying to hide in the hat.

“What about this?” He moves over to the wooden X that’s mounted to the wall. His eyes are bright.

“This is a St. Andrew’s Cross.” I tell him.

“Saint?” He’s trying not to laugh.

“It’s because it looks like the cross he used, like the one on the Scottish flag?”

He looks at the X shaped restraining device and then looks off into space like he’s thinking.

“Oh, shit, you’re right!”

“Yeah, see how it’s like an X block letter? It’s just a better name for it than an X rack or something else.”

“That’s true. What’s it for?”

I walk over to the cross and pull out the restraints at the top and bottom on each end of the legs.

“The person is restrained using these and then they’re spread eagled on the rack with their arms spread out above them.”

“And what happens then?”

“That’s up to the people playing on the cross.”

“Playing?” His face is serious but in an exploration’s way.

“Yeah, that’s what most people call it, BDSM play.”

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