Beautiful Disaster

I follow her with my eyes as she skips up the stairs, already losing her clothes along the way like some kind of kinky-superhero-wannabe about to switch identities. Once she is out of earshot I turn to Jazz, who by now has abandoned his book and is looking at me with barely contained excitement.

"You up for your first lesson?"

"Of course!" he replies, then narrows his eyes a little. "But just to make things clear for the dumb newbie, just when do you start the whole roleplaying part of it?"

"Between you and me, it starts when you enter the playroom. We need to talk about a few things beforehand anyway, and I need your honest and blunt answers for that."

"Okay, great, ask away."

Grinning at him for a moment, I turn to the fridge, finding a microwave dish with mac ‘n’ cheese inside that I heat up while I start to explain.

"Of course we could do a basic demonstration scene, but I don’t think it’s too much for me to assume you know the difference between a flogger and a cane, so a first-hand experience sounds more fun."

The microwave pings and I get the more or less warmed up container out, too hungry to really care. Jazz has joined me in the kitchen in the meanwhile, still excited but sobering up a little already.

"So what’s in store for me?"

"Do you really want to know? I have no problem explaining it all step by step to you now, but it’s not going to be that complicated, and not knowing what’s coming next might be the more rewarding experience."

"Sure, your call. I trust you with that."

I acknowledge that with a nod.

"Good. My main point with what I have in mind is to see how you react to certain stimuli, and to simply show you how much of a rush it can be when it’s not just stop and go like it was with what we did over there at the window."

I allow myself a small smile when his grin gets a little heated, but he doesn’t say anything, just nods.

"I know you said before that you’re not into pain, but I still think we should put that to the test, if for no other reason than to have you experience how a flogger or cane feels when they are used on you. Don’t worry, I’ll take it slow, and everything you don’t want to take I’m sure Bella will be more than happy to receive."

He looks a bit quizzical at that but finally nods.

"Sounds reasonable."

"Cuffs are okay, too?"

"Sure."

"You know our safeword? Still the same as before."

"Red means stop."

I nod, then finish my meal and chase it all down with half a glass of water.

"Then go upstairs, undress and join Bella in the playroom. When I come in, I want to find you both kneeling ready for me, waiting to please me."

He swallows thickly at my words, then hurries upstairs to do my bidding, leaving me alone in the kitchen. I check my phone and then shut it off, and read my emails to give them a little more time. When I head into the bathroom they’re both already gone, and I quickly take care of business and don my leather pants.

When I step into the playroom at last, I find them both waiting for me –

same position, but the difference couldn’t be more obvious. While Bella kneels there with her usual serene elegance, all quiet and calm with her body relaxed except for the muscles required to keep her in an upright kneeling position, Jazz can barely hold still for a second or two. I’m sure that by now his thighs are killing him, as is his back, unaccustomed as he is to staying that way for long periods of time.

As I walk between them to the other side of the room, I pretend not to spare them a glance, but of course that’s just part of the game. I still notice how Bella’s breathing visibly picks up with her increased excitement, and if I’m not mistaken, Jazz’s already semi-erect c**k gets harder still. I’ve missed playing with a male sub. While it’s fun to tease a girl about how wet she’s gotten from a good spanking, having the much more obvious evidence of an erection in plain sight can be quite arousing. And distracting, I chide myself, forcing my attention to more important things.

As I explained to Jazz before, I plan to stick to the basics, without adding any really advanced elements. For one thing, I’m too tired to come up with something more elaborate, and I also need to know how much he’s really into it, too, before I step up the pace. And sometimes the simplest things are the most effective anyway.

Forgoing the ropes completely for the thick padded leather cuffs, I take four pairs from the storage cabinet, dropping two in front of each of my two willing playthings. Bella doesn’t move a muscle, but Jazz nearly breaks position before he catches on to her lack of reaction, straightening himself with his hands still laced behind his head.

"You know, if I were a mean bastard, that would already be enough to warrant a quick reminder not to go against my orders," I inform him, grinning. He’s now staring straight ahead at my crotch. "Oh, wait, I think I am."

He hesitates, sealing his fate, but then opens his mouth to answer me, nevertheless.

"I’m sorry, Sir, but it’s hard to hold this position."

And he is apparently happy to give me a good reason, too.

"Do you think that’s news to me?"

"I guess not. Sir."

Now I don’t even try to hide my smirk as I lean closer to him.

"Do you think I care?"

"No, Sir," he replies much faster, grinning in spite of himself.

"Damn right I don’t. Now pick up the cuffs and crawl over to Bella on your hands and knees, then help each other buckle them onto your wrists and ankles."

There’s a definite advantage to having two subs at hand, and while they are busy following my orders, I walk over to my toys and select a flogger and cane, both on the lighter end of the spectrum. Leaving them lying on the padded bench, I pick up a spreader bar, then lower the cable for suspension purposes and attach it to the snap hook in the middle of the bar.

"Come here," I tell them, then connect their wrists cuffs to the ends of the bar, ending with them standing very close, face to face. Their obvious height difference is something I have to overcome, but I don’t think Bella will mind some extra strain on herself all that much.

I fetch a pair of wooden cubes and let Bella step onto them, forcing her to widen her stance that way. Using the winch on the wall to raise the bar to where I need it, I force her to stretch her entire body until she’s standing on her tip toes, while Jazz can still keep the heels of his feet comfortably on the floor. Chances are that Bella will manage just fine and not lose her footing, but even if that happens she will be fine until I can steady her again.

I take a moment to appreciate them as they stand in front of me, so close to each other that their bodies touch in places. I particularly enjoy Bella’s br**sts getting squished against his torso, while Jasper’s c**k rubs haphazardly against her cunt and inner thighs whenever one of them fidgets. For obvious reasons I leave Bella’s ankles unrestrained, but on second thought add a second spreader bar to Jazz’s, forcing him to keep as still as he can manage with his legs open wide.

Picking up the flogger, I walk in a wide circle around them, drinking in all that smooth skin and tensed muscle in front of me. Bella has a hard time adjusting, her previous calm all but gone, but it’s nothing I can reprimand her for. Not that I need a reason to cover her back, ass and thighs in red, really.

While he seems calm enough, Jazz nearly jumps when I let the soft strands of the flogger slide against the outside of his left thigh, then over his ass to the right, but I can tell that he’s trying not to move too much. Bella in turn stills when I do the same to her, and only offers the briefest of grunts when I bring down the flogger square on her ass two times. Jazz is a whole different matter, his body now tense from head to toe. Waiting just until I see him relax a bit, I hit him with the soft leather strands, too, softer than Bella but with enough force to sting lightly. He takes it without a sound but doesn’t relax like Bella, who seems to lean into the impact while he shies away from it.