Page 39 of The Facilitator: Part 2
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The house wasquiet as we walked in. Normally we would have seen or heard Kerry. I placed my handbag on a chair by a sideboard, while Mackenzie slid off his jacket and placed it over the handrail of the banister. I expected him to walk to the kitchen as was normal but he didn’t. He turned to me and without speaking he held out hishand.
“What…?” Istarted.
“Shush,” he replied. I took hishand.
He led me to the door that would take us down to the basement gym. I followed as he led the way. He dimmed the lights and turned down the air conditioning. Cool and retina burning bright wasn’t what he wanted,obviously.
I stood in the middle of the room while he walked around. I watched him; he was deep in thought and concentration. I didn’t speak, it seemed it would break the mood if I had. Mackenzie had otherideas.
“Do you know what sensory deprivation is?” he asked, his voice had taken on that gravelly tone that seemed to bounce around my stomach coming to land on mypussy.
Although he’d asked a question, he hadn’t looked at me. I didn’t think he was expecting an answer from me. It wasn’t hard to figure out what it meant but how it played out in a gym baffledme.
“Remove your shirt,” he said, still with his back to me, scanning a shelving unit that held a multitude ofequipment.
I unbuttoned my cuffs, and then, starting at the bottom of the shirt, I slipped each button free. By the time I’d finished, Mackenzie was behind me. He slipped the shirt from my shoulders. I stood in heels and a black pencil skirt. A black lace bra covered nipples that had started to pucker. I felt him lower the zipper and the skirt pooled at my feet. I stepped out of it. Mackenzie picked it up and placed it with my shirt over a weightbar.
My bra was the next to be removed, instead of it joining the rest of my clothes; Mackenzie tied my wrists behind my back withit.
“First, you lose the ability to touch,” hewhispered.
My fingertips tingled at the thought they couldn’t feel his skin underthem.
I felt his lips at the side of my neck and I tilted my head away to give him better access. He scooped my loose hair, wrapping it around his fist, and held it to one side. He ran his nose, his tongue followed, over my skin and I could feel a mewl leave my lips. There was something about the way he’d kiss my neck, especially the back, under my hair, that always got mehot.
“Now…”
He placed his hands at either side of my panties and slid them to my ankles. I lifted one, then the other as he removed them. I heard him inhale and my stomach clenched that he had just smelledthem.
“Close youreyes.”
He tied the panties around my head to blindfold me. It was tight, but that tightness ensured totalblackout.
“Second, you lose the ability tosee.”
The minute sight and touch were denied I could feel my other senses begin to heighten. I could smell my arousal and my mouthwatered.
“I want you to walk to the massage table,” he whispered. He turned me to face the right way, and with his hands on my arms, he guidedme.
To walk without sight, to be guided by him, only without the ability to reach out meant I had to give complete trust and he knew that. It was similar to the game we’d play as kids. Someone would stand behind us and we’d fall, praying they’d catch us. The same trepidation rolled over me but I knew he’d always catchme.
“You’re here. I’m going to turn you and you’ll feel the bed behind your knees. I want you to lie down onit.”
I did as he asked. He helped me swing my legs to the bed and I wriggled to get comfortable. I flattened my palms so I didn’t have fists digging into my back. I could hear Mackenzie walk around me; he parted my legs a little, and ran his fingertips up my thighs and over my stomach. He stepped away and when he returned I felt his lips on mine, and then he placed something over my head that covered myears.
Mackenzie had noise-cancelling headphones in the gym. He believed if all he could hear was his own heartbeat he could control it more. He didn’t want the disruption of any outsidenoise.
Thump
Thump
Thump
My heart was a steady beat and that alone surprised me. I was immobilised without sight and hearing. I could smell and I could taste, I could speak but I didn’t feel the need to. I wanted to justbe.
For a moment nothing happened. I felt nothing other than the temperature rise a little. I started to relax. That was until I sensed the faintest touch over my stomach. It was soft, feathery, it tickled but not in a way that had me laughing. It was a sensation I hadn’t experienced before. I loved it, and then I didn’t. It became an itch I couldn’tscratch.
