“I’m afraid of hits to the back,” I admit.
“Because of your father?”
“Yes. I don’t know if you’ve seen the marks, but…” I start to say.
“I have not,” he says. “You’ve never been fully unclothed with me.”
“Oh… well, my back is covered in scars,” I tell him.
“What do you think would make you call a safe word?” he asks me.
“Uh… I don’t know,” I say. “I don’t like being scared, so if I was afraid of getting hurt or injured, maybe. I’ve handled a lotbefore, so I don’t know how much it would take. What about you? What would make you stop?”
“If you were panicking or not able to call a safe word,” he explains. “Like if you were too deep into subspace to communicate. I think it’s important to be able to communicate.”
“What is subspace?”
“Subspace is the moment where you forget that your body and mind are connected. Everything is heavy, but you are floating. It’s a high unlike anything else, and you stop thinking. You stop fighting. You exist only at the mercy of the one who put you there. You feel everything and nothing all at once. When a submissive starts to float, they can’t call their safeword, and that’s dangerous. You forget you can,” he says as he gently strokes my inner thighs. “It is important that masters are paying attention to body language and know when to pull back. The boundaries still exist, even when you forget where the line is. I will get you into subspace, but I won’t hold you there. I won’t continue to push, and I will support you long after you drop.”
“What happens when I drop?” I ask quietly. His fingers are lightly touching and teasing me. I am nearly panting and I love this feeling.
“Subdrop is crashing after the high. It’s a sudden loss of endorphins, and it’s emotional. Sometimes it is dissociating, panicking, crying, or getting angry… it just depends on the situation.”
“Oh, well, that makes sense,” I say.
“So, fear is the way to break my little dove,” he says, slowly slipping one thick finger into my pussy. “I have the perfect scene.”
“Now I’m nervous,” I laugh. He smiles and pulls his finger out of me before gently rubbing my clit.
“Alright, Masters. Set up for a scene,” Eli says. Adrian pats my thighs, and I move off the ottoman so he can get up. I watch as he goes through a door in the corner that leads to a storage room. When he returns, he has a large piece of wood. He takes it up front and secures it to the wall over the whiteboard. He moves to the restraining wall and picks out leather cuffs before attaching them to a hook at the top of the board. He adds cuffs at the bottom for the ankles before turning to me.
“Come here, Little Dove,” he says with a wicked smile. I go up to him, and he scans my body. “Undress but leave your bra on.”
I say nothing, but I do as he has instructed. I take my shirt and skirt off, leaving them on the ottoman. When I am done, he moves me to stand in front of the board so he can pull my arms up to secure them. When my feet are pulled apart and secured, fear bubbles in my chest.
“You aren’t already scared, are you?” he asks. Everyone is looking up at me. No one is starting their scenes. I am suddenly overwhelmed, so I squeeze my eyes shut.
“It is important that we learn from each other just as much as we learn from our masters. By watching your scene, the other masters and submissives can draw information to better help with their scenes. You have caused the most disruption, so you get to go first,” Eli says simply.
“Alania,” Adrian says softly. I open my eyes, and he cups my cheek. “Eli is doing your scene.”
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“You trust me, but this is about finding your limit and pushing you past it. Do not force yourself, but don’t run away the moment you get overwhelmed,” Adrian says.
“Yes, Master,” I say, my voice cracking with emotion. Adrian smiles softly before stepping away. Eli comes up to stand in front of me and smiles when I frown at him.
“Pick a number between one and ten,” he says.
“Uh… seven,” I reply.
“Bold,” he chuckles and walks away. I try to focus on breathing, but I see him pick up a handful of daggers before grabbing a massive knife with a long, thick handle. The blade is terrifyingly sharp, and I will be the first one to admit that I’m fucking scared right now. What the fuck is he about to do?
“Okay, Alania,” Eli says. “Do not move for any reason. If you are unable to prevent yourself from moving, call your word. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” I whisper.
“I mean it. I understand and respect that you are a brat, but this is imperative to prevent you from becoming seriously injured. Do. Not. Move.”
