Bound
Tagging: @molly-abrams and Dominant slave Date: June 1, 2018 Location: Presentation Room Summary: Molly’s first presentation as a submissive, with a focus on bondage. NSFW photo under the cut.
Molly knelt on the floor of the presentation room, her head tilted up and her eyes locked on the Dominant slave’s face so that she could follow along with what he was saying. They’d talked things through beforehand, and she knew he knew how to communicate with her, but it would still be a challenge for her to be on this side of the equation, especially with someone she didn’t know particularly well.
“Molly has only submitted once before and has not done bondage as a submissive,” the slave explained to the heads. “We will be doing some detailed rope work to allow her to experience this as a submissive. Molly, remind me of your safeword.” He used her name sign when he said her name, something that she’d requested so that she knew for sure when he was talking to her directly.
“I use the traffic light system, Sir.”
“Thank you. We’ve been over the plan for today already, but do you have any questions for me before we start?”
Molly thought for a few seconds and shook her head. “No, Sir.” They’d chosen something she would be comfortable with, and she was actually a bit excited to see how it felt to have the ropes against her skin.
“Good girl. Now stand up for me, legs spread a little bit apart.”
“Yes, Sir,” Molly replied as she got to her feet. It helped that she was allowed to stay clothed, since that allowed her to focus her attention on the ropes rather than on her body or her embarrassment.
It took longer than she’d realized it would to get the waist harness on, and she liked that he would pause every minute or two to ask how she was doing. “I’m good, Sir,” she replied once, and “No, Sir, it’s not too tight” another time.
Once he was done with her waist, he grabbed her arm to help steady her as she moved. “Down onto the floor again,” he said, still looking at her directly so she could see his mouth. “Sit with your legs crossed.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said again before moving into position. He moved in front of her. “I’m going to be working behind you now. If you feel anything get too tight or if you have any concerns, I want you to speak up immediately. Understood?”
Molly licked her lips and nodded. “Yes, Sir.” This would be the hardest part of the scene for her.
It was slow going, but she found herself enjoying the way she felt her limbs pulled back and secured. It was almost as if she were in her own little world of submission, letting this happen to her. She let her eyes close so that she wasn’t staring at the heads and just enjoyed the moment as she felt the rope get thicker and thicker around her body, keeping her secure.
Finally, the slave came back around in front of her and used a finger under her chin to lift her head up to look at him. She gasped in surprise at the touch, her eyes popping open immediately.
“How are you feeling?” he asked. “Anything numb?”
Molly licked her lips again. “I’m... good, Sir,” she said slowly. “I’m good.”
He watched her for a few moments before grabbing her arm and helping her get up to her feet. “We’ve used up our 25 minutes like we thought we would. Are you still okay staying like this until we get back to your dorm?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Thank the heads for their time and let’s go.”
Molly turned toward the heads, not quite certain why she felt like her body was so slow right now. “Thank you, Miss,” she said. “Thank you, Sir.”
The slave echoed her comments before leading her out of the room and toward the Switch building, where he planned to untie her and provide her with as much aftercare as she desired.