PleaseSir

by Sindra vin Yssel

  Anxious, Julia looked up at Tom, only to find him looking at her. He kissed her on the forehead, which reassured her.

  “Sergeant Kelly!” said a woman’s American voice. She turned to see Teresa, a tall woman with auburn hair, walking toward her with Kyle, a tall, slender athletic man, right behind her, wearing fatigues. Teresa was the only woman wearing clothing—she had on a short tan skirt, a white blouse and sandals. When Julia had last seen Teresa, the other woman had been a suspect in a drug smuggling case and Julia had been interrogating her.

  She was surprised and pleased when the other woman spread her arms in invitation for a hug. They embraced warmly, but it felt awkward. Julia was reminded of her nudity. Having clothing or not having clothing seemed to create a power imbalance, and perhaps that was the point. With Tom, the imbalance felt sexy. With Teresa it felt awkward, and from the woman’s face she felt it too. But the welcoming hug was still appreciated.

  “Please, it’s Julia,” Julia said.

  Teresa nodded and smiled. “Thank you. Everyone calls me Terry, but Kyle insists I’m Teresa. It’s kinda cute.” She ignored Kyle’s glower at that. “You can use either.”

  Julia had interrogated Kyle too. He nodded to her. “Sergeant,” he said, and then nodded at Tom. “Tom. Good to see you again.” The formality was broken, however, by a warm grin.

  “Good to see you too.” Tom embraced his friend in a quick man-hug. “So you two seem to be doing well.”

  “Yeah.” Kyle aimed a sidelong smile at Teresa, which Teresa met knowingly. Tom was right. The two seemed to have an understanding that didn’t need words. Julia had known they were a couple when she’d seen them before, during her investigation, but there was a relaxed comfort with each other she hadn’t observed previously. It made her wonder, because it seemed to her that BDSM was all about staying on edge, always on the cusp of excitement.

  She never knew what Tom would ask her to do next but she trusted that it would be erotic. Comfortable—that didn’t seem to be a word that applied. Then again Teresa was dressed. Maybe Kyle wasn’t her Dom. Could those two be, what was the word, vanilla? Then Teresa shifted, her blouse falling open at the throat, and Julia caught a glimpse of the chain around her neck and the elegant little golden padlock that nestled in her cleavage.

  No, probably not vanilla.

  “We figured we’d wait for you guys to come down so that not everyone was playing already when you got here. But if you don’t mind, we’ll get started,” Kyle said. He wasn’t asking her or Teresa, she realized. He was asking Tom.

  Tom grinned. “Go ahead. Your scenes are always interesting.”

  “Teresa’s been getting used to me,” said Kyle with a satisfied smile.

  Teresa rolled her eyes. “I’ll never get used to you, Master. Where and how do you want me?”

  Kyle nodded over at the cross. “There. I need your back and your ass bare, and you might want me to be able to get at your tits too.”

  “Oh, is that all. Can practically leave my clothes on, then. Are you going to mark me?”

  “Yes.”

  Teresa turned away to follow directions, but not before Julia caught her grin.

  “Excuse us,” said Kyle and followed Teresa to the cross. Julia noticed that next to the cross was a rack that held a variety of floggers and other implements off the ground with their handles up and their tails pointing downward. When Teresa got to the X-frame, she hugged it. She moved her legs to follow the shape of the cross but she wrapped her arms around the center.

  “Why is she standing that way?” asked Julia.

  “Better circulation if you’re going to be there for a while. Kyle’s a heavy player, and that’s usually his preferred way to have a sub. Roger likes a woman stretched out to emphasize her vulnerability.”

  Julia remembered. She had indeed felt vulnerable, and had already been nervous about letting Roger restrain her. Only the fact that she was determined to follow things through whatever happened had let her go through with it. “What is your preference, Sir?”

  “It depends on the situation. Both poses have their uses. Maybe we’ll explore them later. If I were to tie you to a cross right now, I’d have you spread-eagled, back to the frame so that I could tease your tits and your pussy.”

  “Until I said please?”

  Tom grinned. “You’re starting to learn. Until you shouted it. Let’s watch for now.” He reached out for her hand, and then led her around the pool, away from where Teresa was. Which was unfortunate, because it meant she had to look at Megan. Julia felt plain in the company of tall Teresa and curvy Natalie, but Megan was in another league entirely. Roger had wrapped coils of rope around her legs and her ankles to make cuffs, and now he had her lying facedown on a blanket. He hooked loops from the ankle cuffs through eyebolts on each end of a metal bar almost a meter in length, making it impossible for Megan to bring her legs together.

  “Like being stretched on the frame,” Tom whispered. “Vulnerability.”

  Julia nodded, her pulse speeding up, remembering how Tom had used a spreader bar on her in her apartment. They continued around Roger and Megan toward the table where Carter had Natalie. Natalie was blindfolded and lying on her back.

  The toys Carter was using were not at all what Julia would have expected. There was a pelt of rabbit fur, a horse-grooming brush, a feather duster, some salad tossers and a pair of gardening gloves laid out on the table. On the ground next to them were a couple of pots of water. One of them had ice and a rod made of twisted clear plastic. The other was steaming. Carter was running a device that consisted of a spiky metal wheel on the end of a handle over Natalie’s stomach, and Natalie was gripping the sides of the table so hard her hands were turning white. Worried, Julia broke free of Tom’s grasp and hurried forward, stopping only when she saw that the metal spikes hadn’t left any holes.

  Tom caught up to her, took her hand again and pulled her back a few feet. “Sometimes, at a play party or a club, you’ll see people doing things you don’t think are safe. Or that you think are icky. Stuff you don’t like. If it’s illegal, well, you’re a policewoman and you do what you think best. But if it’s not, don’t assume it’s your job to stop it. Most clubs will have dungeon monitors whose job it is to interfere in an unsafe scene, or one in which a safe word has been called and disregarded. Go find one and draw their attention to the scene, if it bothers you. Chances are, they know something about what’s going on that you don’t. Sometimes, however, people do stupid, crazy stuff. Think though about how much you want some random civilian taking the law into their own hands before you get involved.”

  Julia nodded. It made sense. “Why are you telling me all this?” As far as she knew, she wasn’t going to any clubs or play parties other than this one. Although it sounded interesting. Maybe he had plans.

  “After this week is over, do you really think you’re going to leave all of this behind and never do it again? I know you like what we’ve done.”

  “I have.”

  “But for me, and I think for you, it goes beyond that. It isn’t just a fun time, it’s who we are. Sexual orientation—kinky. In the big world out there, clubs and play parties are an important part of the scene. If I were to let you leave here without knowing how to behave at one, I’d be doing you a disservice.”

  “Oh.” She took that in. So he didn’t have plans. She was his for the week and after that he’d let her go. After seeing Megan, she didn’t think she could blame him. The beautiful brunette would be staying after Julia left. Julia realized Tom was watching for her reaction and she tried to manage a brave smile. He was probably right about it being who she was, but she didn’t know whether she’d have the courage to be her true self with any other man.

  “And I want to take you to one, to see what you think.” Tom kissed her on the cheek. Had he read her mind? Either way, she was relieved. At least her first time would be with Tom.

  Carter set down the wheel and Natalie relaxed. Julia relaxed too. Even if
the thing left no marks, it looked nasty. Then Carter turned to look at Julia and Tom. “You guys can come closer if you want. I want to turn down the energy of this scene and make it last, so I’m happy to explain.”

  Tom nodded and approached with Julia. “Normally one wants to stay well back, especially if you’re talking,” he explained to Julia. “The people in a scene may want to be watched, but they don’t want to be distracted. Kinda like professional golfers.”

  Julia laughed at the unexpected comparison.

  “What I’m doing with Natalie is sensation play,” Carter explained. “Different textures.” He lifted the rabbit’s fur. “May I?” he asked Tom. Natalie looked over and gave Julia an encouraging smile.

  Tom nodded. “Give him your arm,” he told Julia.

  Julia extended her arm. In rapid succession, Carter ran the fur down her arm, then the plastic salad tossers, then the gardening glove. Soft, sharp, pebbly. The contrasts between them seemed to make her more aware of how each one felt.

  “Different textures. It’s not all about pain, but it’s still about intensity.” Carter turned back to Natalie and rubbed the rabbit fur over her belly and her breasts. “The fur makes for a nice reward, and Natalie deserves a reward.”

  Natalie purred. “Thank you, Master.”

  “Julia and Tom are watching you, Natalie. How does that make you feel?” Carter’s empty hand glided over Natalie’s stomach downward to her smooth-shaven mound.

  “Like keeping my legs closed, Master,” Natalie said and giggled.

  Carter chuckled. “Looks like I’ll have to bind them then.” Natalie’s wrists and ankles were already in soft cuffs with metal rings attached to them, Julia noticed, even though her hands and feet were free. I can restrain you any time I want, seemed to be the message. “Put them in position, please.”

  Natalie clenched her legs together harder and grinned.

  “Oh love, I don’t think you wanted to do that.” Carter didn’t really look displeased though as he bent down to pluck the plastic rod out of the ice water. Julia thought for a moment he was going to strike her with it and it took a force of effort not to try to stop him. But instead he gently brought it to Natalie’s chest and rolled it over her exposed skin.

  Natalie shrieked and grabbed the edges of the table. “Yes, Master! Anything you say, Master!” she yelled out. She jerked and spread her legs so that each ankle was even with the edge of the table. Her pussy was glistening in spite of the cold treatment. Or maybe partly because of it.

  Carter jerked his head, not unkindly. Tom led Julia away. Julia understood the message too. Show-and-tell was over. It was time for Carter to focus on his lover in a very intimate way. Julia suspected Natalie was going to enjoy every minute of it, even if sometimes she wanted to climb the walls, as Julia had when Tom had her bound and at his mercy in the shed.

  “What do you think, Julia? Is that something you’d like to experience?”

  “With the right person,” Julia said. Then, worried that he wouldn’t get her meaning, she fluttered her eyelashes at him. It was not a gesture she’d practiced. She wondered if it looked as silly and awkward as it felt.

  Tom kissed her on the lips. “I’m the right person,” he said.

  Well, awkward or not, he apparently got the message.

  “Let’s see what else is going on. Sometimes it’s educational.”

  She looked over at Roger and Megan and blinked. Megan’s knees were bent and her back was arched, so far that her ankles were over the middle of her back. A rope tied the bar between her legs to her wrists, which were in turn tied together behind her.

  “She’s incredibly flexible,” said Julia, sure she couldn’t do that.

  “Yep,” said Tom.

  She wondered if she should tell Tom she didn’t bend that way. How much yoga does Megan do? It didn’t seem fair for her to look that good and be flexible. Julia looked up at Tom and saw that he was watching Megan. Maybe the scene, but probably Megan. What man wouldn’t? Hell, many women would. Right now, Julia hoped Megan had a rotten personality.

  Julia frowned at the thought. That wasn’t the person she wanted to be. For all that she preferred Tom, Roger had actually been a very good sport, and had done his best to give her pleasure. He deserved a good time, and she’d be happy if he got what he wanted from Megan. It was the fact that Megan would still be there when she left that bothered her.

  “Regretting being stuck with me?” she asked.

  Tom blinked. “Huh? No, I was wondering if he should have used a French bowline there so it wouldn’t tighten up on her. But maybe he wants it to tighten.”

  Julia laughed. “You sweet talker, you. You know a way to a girl’s heart.”

  “Have I gotten to your heart, Julia?” he asked, suddenly serious.

  “Um.” She knew the answer was yes. But she didn’t want to admit it, so she hesitated.

  “Because you’ve most definitely gotten to mine.” He started walking again before she could reply, leading her around the pool to a position where they could see Kyle and Teresa clearly without being very near any of the couples. There was an iPod with speakers next to Kyle and Teresa, playing a steady tribal beat.

  Teresa was naked but not bound. To Julia’s surprise, Kyle was naked too. He was good to look at, except for the scar on his face. Kyle had two floggers, one in each hand, both identical with alternating gold and green tails. If she listened closely Julia could hear them whoosh through the air. Teresa’s skin was a light pink, nothing too extreme. What was interesting to her was the way Kyle could keep the floggers in constant motion, crossing them but never letting their tails interfere with the other, alternating his movements while maintaining a steady rhythm with the music. It was like a kinky juggling act. Whenever she thought something had to tangle or miss a beat or even be dropped, Kyle managed to keep it going.

  He dropped one flogger and grabbed another, heavier-looking one off the rack. It too came as a pair, and after a few strokes he switched the flogger in his other hand out for its twin. Kyle painted a deeper shade of pink on Teresa’s back as the slaps of leather got louder. Teresa grunted as she took it all in.

  Tom tightened his grasp on her hand. “Kyle’s a very intense player.”

  “I won’t interfere,” Julia said. “It’s clear that Terry trusts him.”

  “It is, isn’t it? And Kyle would never betray that trust. He’s as honorable as any man I know. Still, if you decide you don’t want to watch, turn away.”

  “So far, so good.”

  “Good.”

  Kyle changed his motions to underhand flips until he’d gotten Teresa’s ass as bright as her back. Then he dropped the flogger and pressed his body against his sub.

  “His skin will cool her down some,” Tom said softly. Julia nodded, fascinated. She hadn’t thought she could watch two naked people being so intimate and not want to turn away, but what they were doing seemed more sensuous than fucking. More intimate, and less. Kyle rubbed against Teresa, wrapping his arms around her. Julia couldn’t see if he was groping or holding, but she suspected it was a little of both.

  The music changed, from the pounding rhythm to something soft and classical that sounded vaguely familiar. As it continued, she placed it. Ravel’s Bolero. Kyle surprised Julia by drawing back from Teresa. He picked up his floggers from the tile and placed them back in their places on the metal rack. Then he took a long, snakelike coil of leather from the rack and turned to face his sub. He took a step back and flicked his wrist to make the leather uncoil into a long single-tail whip. It didn’t crack through the air, but it definitely made a sound.

  “Ready, pet?” Kyle asked.

  “Ready, Master,” purred Teresa. Julia could barely hear her, but even so she could tell that the voice was full of desire and anticipation, not the fear she would have expected.

  “My, Kyle has found his match,” said Tom, sounding surprised himself.

  Kyle swished it in the air, flicking his wrist, not putting his sh
oulder into it. Then it made contact and Teresa moaned. Tiny streaks appeared on her back with each swish. Kyle’s next flick used the same easy motion, wrist alone, but Teresa screamed. This time the mark was red and angry-looking. Julia bit her lip. That couldn’t have been what was intended.

  Kyle calmly flicked the whip through the air again a couple of times before asking, “More, pet?”

  “Yes!” shouted Teresa.

  This time the whip did crack, and Julia turned away, burying her face in Tom’s chest before she could see what kind of mark Kyle had left.

  “You’re safe,” Tom said. “I don’t want to do that to you. But that doesn’t mean they aren’t getting what they need.”

  She nodded. When she’d interviewed them, Kyle and Teresa had seemed so sane. But then, she would have said that some of what she’d done was crazy if she’d been asked a year ago. She looked across the pool at the others.

  She hadn’t realized how long she’d been watching Kyle and Teresa, but everyone had moved. Carter and Natalie were now in a beach chair and Natalie was sensuously riding her Master, a dreamy, blissful expression on her face. Again, Julia didn’t feel the need to look away, even though the two were clearly having sex. It was lovely. And they seemed oblivious to the rest of the world.

  Roger had untied Megan and retied her on the table. Megan’s bra was off and he’d wrapped ropes around her tits instead that made them bulge out strangely. Another crazy thing, because even Megan’s breasts didn’t look good that way, and yet it looked intensely erotic.

  “You like that,” Tom said.

  “I’d let you,” she allowed.

  He laughed. “Noted. Come. Let’s find our own way.” He put his arm around her waist and, to her surprise, guided her back toward the house.