Page 27 of Redemption

Chapter 22

My nose twitchedat the musky smell of sex in the air. Cries of pain and pleasure intermingled and were a sweet harmony to my ears. My eyes scanned the public play room as I absorbed the energy of Eden. This was what I’d been missing. This sense of control that flowed through me as I took in the sights and sounds of flesh pounding flesh, leather smacking skin, the zing and snap of a bullwhip. Here was home. My happy place. I carried my duffel bag across the room as my gaze zeroed in on the suspension area.

Master Paul was there with his sub, April. He’d horizontally suspended her face down, and she mewled in both arousal and discomfort as the weighted nipple clamps pulled her breasts toward the ground. He slowly walked around April, speaking softly in her ear as he tweaked and tugged the clamps. Her moans echoed in my soul. This was what submission was all about. That connection between a sub and Dom. It was beauty incarnate. Miles’ face flashed before my eyes, and the scene in front of me shifted.

In April’s place, hung Miles. He was face up, hanging from the suspension apparatus by ropes attached to a hip harness and chest harness wrapped securely around him. His back was arched as his arms, legs, and head dangled to the floor. His cock stood proudly as the falls of the flogger teased his erection. The soft swooshing sound they made reverberated in my ears even though this was only a dream.

Blinking away the vision, I brought my attention back to Master Paul and April as he jerked the nipple clamps off, causing April to scream in ecstasy. Shudders visibly raced through her body as her climax hit.

“Good evening, Mistress.” I turned my head to spot Ryan, a sub I’d Topped in the past, standing naked at attention next to me, eyes cast to the floor.

“Good evening, Ryan. How have you been doing?”

“Not well. I miss Mistress Katherine. I’ve been having bad thoughts lately.”

Ryan’s former Domme had been killed in an accident six months ago, and he still hadn’t recovered from her death. I’d Topped him regularly after it first happened, but with things going on with Miles, I’d neglected my responsibility toward Ryan, and guilt swept over me. I knew then there was a reason I had come tonight. Ryan and I needed each other: his need to submit and mine to dominate. There had never been anything sexual between us. He needed to release his pain with his submission, and I needed to exert control. We both served a purpose for the other. I wrapped him in my arms and stroked his hair, offering the comfort I knew he needed.

“I know you miss her. And with regards to these unhealthy thoughts, why have you not spoken up sooner? You need to communicate your needs.”

Ryan shrank into himself. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“Do we need to scene?”

“If it pleases you, Mistress. I’ve missed the feel of your rope.”

“You honor me with your submission, Ryan, and it would please me beyond measure to scene with you. I believe total suspension is appropriate for this evening. Kneel and wait until I give you leave to get up. Master Paul and April must finish their scene first.”

Ryan patiently waited as the scene in front of us came to completion. Master Paul untied April and soon had her cradled in his arms on a couch off to the side of the suspension area. My heart ached at witnessing the love between the two of them. I pushed aside the pain and turned my attention back to Ryan.

Reaching down for my bag of tricks, I pulled out everything I was going to need for tonight. I had several bundles of jute, carabineers, and safety scissors that I set aside. Then I went to Ryan.

“Come, sub.”

Ryan rose from his knelt position, and I teased him with a length of rope, rubbing it across his skin to sensitize him to the texture and begin getting him, and me, in the right headspace. Then, I began. Around and around his body I wrapped the lengths of rope, my entire focus on tying and securing each intricate knot and ensuring the welfare of my sub, falling deeper into Domme space. My nerve endings tingled as the rope grazed my palms. I constantly checked with Ryan to make sure the rope wasn’t too tight and that he had feeling in his arms and legs.

I was now in my element. The power and control settled deep inside me as I gave my sub what he needed. Finally, I pulled the rigging, and soon Ryan was soaring, cradled in the bondage of the rope, a look of euphoria on his face even as tears poured down his cheeks, droplets falling to the floor. His silent agony was heartbreaking. He sleepily nodded that everything was fine as I caressed his face, wiping away his tears. He was deep in subspace as I began lowering him back down to the floor. I painstakingly removed the rope from him and a spotter helped me pick him up and carry him off to a couch that Master Paul and April had recently vacated.

I lowered myself onto the couch and Ryan laid his head in my lap, curling into the fetal position as he cried silent tears. I provided aftercare for him the best I could, forcing him to drink a bottle of water one of the dungeon monitors handed me. Soon, Ryan was able to rouse himself and took a deep, cleansing breath.

He turned to look up at me, a calm sort of peace now settled in his eyes as opposed to the soul crushing agony I’d spotted earlier.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

I dropped a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Anytime, my dear. I’m sorry I’ve been neglectful lately.”

Ryan looked horrified, as though he’d displeased me in some way. “Oh, no, Mistress. It’s not your fault.”

“I think both of us have been struggling lately. I’ll make sure I’m more attentive to your needs from now on. I may not be your permanent Domme, but it’s my duty to make sure you aren’t suffering. Are you feeling better, now?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. I want you to go find a wonderful Domme to play with and please. Can you do that for me?”

He nodded shyly.

“I want words, sub.”

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