Avery had been exposed yet again and this time the headline read: ‘Polar Vortex Swings Into Camp Paramore!’ Story by: Tor.
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CHAPTER 16
ROPE
Friday Afternoon, November 9th – Weekend Six
It had been five days since I’d seen Avery. It felt like a year. Last Sunday was a disaster with Avery in damage control and guests checking out as soon as the news broke. He was so ill tempered that I headed back to Ohio a lot earlier than I had originally planned.
We hadn’t spoke much all week and I wasn’t sure what kind of a mood he was going to be in when I finally did see him. He was in the middle of a very large, looming crisis. Now that Camp Paramore was actually named in the press, it was quickly becoming a national story to be the first to find the camp and report on what was going on behind its walls.
In the few moments I did get to speak to Avery, he told me that Mandy Candylane’s publicist freaked out on him and said Miss Candylane would never be back. She was all over the entertainment news and she was just the first.
Tate Channers didn’t know if he would ever come back. Cancellations were up and whoever Tor was, he or she was doing a good job of driving away Avery’s clients.
What had made Camp Paramore so successful was that it was so secretive. There was no Internet access, and strict security protocols had been instituted since Paramore’s opening. Besides, the one-percenters who frequently stayed there wanted as much secrecy as Avery could provide. They could be trusted that whatever happened at Paramore stayed at Paramore until now. Avery’s business was secrecy but now that business was in as much trouble as a busboy on the Titanic.
Avery was furiously working on tracking down Tor to stop the leaks before he lost what bookings he had left.
I wanted so much to be there for him but I was stuck in classes, though even with exams bearing down on me I couldn’t concentrate. My heart was back at Paramore with Avery, but I also kept wondering if I’d ever see Dorian again. Would he still be staying there on weekends? Part of me wished he would stay away for his own good and mine, but part of me desperately wanted to see him again, to have him hold me again, and to have him make love to me again. It was all too much and my sleep was suffering as well as my grades.
I skipped Friday classes again so I could leave early in the morning because I had a special private class scheduled with Sienna.
When I woke, I packed and headed east on I-80 to Pennsylvania. My plan was to meet Avery for dinner after my class with Sienna, but the way that Avery was always getting pulled in several directions, I wasn’t holding my breath.
As I made my way up the small dirt road to the front gate, I could see a mob of people hanging outside of it. As soon as I got close, flashbulbs started going off all around me. It was chaos. I barely could see through the crowd to drive up to the gate. Oh my god! This was not happening.
“What’s your name, sweetheart? Do you work here?” the photographer yelled through my window.
The crowd formed all around my car, pushing and shoving each other trying to get the best photo.
I shook my head at him and looked to the window in the guard booth. Jamie the gatekeeper had it closed. I could see him step out and walk towards me. Five tall men I didn’t know followed close behind him. They were each every bit as big as a house and must have been ex-football players judging from their size.
He leaned over to make sure that it was me and then waved me up to the gate. All six men spread their arms and pushed the mob back to keep the paparazzi from getting through the gate. It was madness.
I rolled down the window a few inches to thank Jamie as I past them. “What the hell is going on?” I mouthed to him.
“Sorry, Aria,” he mouthed back.
These cameramen were like vultures and there was nothing out here to take pictures of except nature.
As I entered the grounds, I could hear the vibrations of a chopper passing overhead. The gate closed quickly behind me and I found myself expelling the air from my lungs. This wasn’t good for anybody.
I didn’t know the whole situation but having the paparazzi hanging out here by the front gate was the last thing Avery needed. And to make matters worse, I could see the same guy that barked out the question to me writing down my license plate number as I pulled through the gate.
I had never been here in the late fall and as I drove toward the Manor the trees were bare now but somehow the thick forest still swallowed me up as I made my way up the drive. How did they find Paramore so quickly? I mean we were in the middle of nowhere. I thought it would be nearly impossible for someone to find us up here in the Allegheny Mountains. At least Camp Jameson was closed for the season so fewer people would be around.
I made my way up the winding drive until the breathtaking Manor came into view, but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw next.
There were security checkpoints every few hundred feet and the men were carrying AR-15’s. My dad used to own a few. Paramore had been turned into an armed camp in less than a week. They were clad all in black fatigues with dark glasses and boots.
I parked in the employee parking lot and made my way up to the side door.
A large offensive lineman-sized security guard dressed sharply in a black suit with dark glasses stepped in front of me blocking my path.
“ID, Miss?” his deep voice bellowed. He was as big as a Volkswagen but smelled much better, like a cross between violets and oranges.
I rummaged through my purse, found my ID, and handed it to him with shaky hands. He towered over me as he read my name into the microphone under his left cufflink and I heard Travis’s voice reply back to him.
“She’s cleared,” he squawked.
I pushed my license back into my wallet and the man gracefully opened the door for me. I slipped inside and made my way up to my dorm room. I hadn’t realized how bad things had gotten. Now there was security at every door and at every hallway entrance. It was like Fort Knox. No one was getting in or out of this place without going through them. Was this helping? Jesus, Avery might have gone overboard.
I made my way up to my dorm room and unlocked the door.
“Well, if it isn’t little Miss Mischief,” Caitlyn sassed.
“Caitlyn,” I flatly greeted her, as I watched her rush through the door in a playboy bunny costume and I couldn’t hide my chuckle. That girl had a thing for bunnies.
I quickly showered, shaved all my proper areas and dried my hair, then set off to meet Sienna. I was dressed in black yoga shorts and a tight coral spandex top. I wore my comfy clothes since I was so nervous about today’s class. Sienna was going to help walk me through something called rope play or rope bondage for Dorian’s fantasy on Saturday. I hoped that I wouldn’t suck at it.
Our plan tonight was to go over safety and help me acclimate to the dark and mysterious lifestyle of BDSM. I was here to learn how much I could handle. I wasn’t a big fan of the idea of being tied up; I never considered myself a submissive. Hopefully, Dorian wouldn’t let it get out of hand.
I just wish I could talk to Avery so I knew if he was all right. Being with Dorian while Avery was in crisis made me uncomfortable, but I kept telling myself I was doing my part to help Avery by securing Dorian’s contract.
When I arrived, Sienna was waiting for me at the massive double oak doors of the dungeon. She was dressed in a black corset and matching black leather bikini bottoms with thigh-high dark stockings and bright red platform heels. She looked like a dominatrix.
She gave me the once over to see how I was really doing. I leaned in to give her a hug.
“Did something else happen? How did the paparazzi find this place?” I asked.
“Avery didn’t tell you?” she asked. I shook my head.
“Whoever this Tor person is, they leaked our location to the press, but at least they can’t get past the gate to see the Manor. Avery hired a private security force to patrol the grounds to make sure no paparazzi sneak ov
er the fences. He had a congressman who owed him a favor help hook him up with the company. They have done security work for the U.S. Government in Iraq. They are heavily armed and even have drones patrolling the air above the property. Tor did manage to leak another photo of Dorian in the dungeon this week, but Avery thinks that was taken before you became his housegirl. Avery’s busy questioning everyone that entered Paramore in the last couple months.”
“Oh, shit that sucks,” I replied.
“Yea it does. Aria, you really need to spend some time with him. He really needs you right now,” she said in her motherly voice.
“We’re supposed to meet for dinner tonight,” I added.
“Good. Everything he’s fought so hard for is crumbling,” she frowned. She straightened her shoulders then looked to me. “Are you ready to learn what it means to be a submissive?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I replied nervously. Sienna knocked three times on the great oak doors. As the door swung open, Sienna looked at me.
“Aria, I believe you’ve met Daegan the dungeon master in charge of the BDSM floor.”
“I have had the pleasure of meeting the beautiful Aria,” he said in his deep Scottish accent. “Follow me and I’ll show you to your suite,” he said.
Daegan escorted Sienna and me through the doorway and down the medieval hallway of magnificent stone where the private rooms were, and just like the party rooms up on the second floor, each of these private suites had a different theme.
One room was decorated like the Marquis de Sade’s bedroom. Another was an elaborate Mayan room, and yet another was a Chinese Empress’ bedroom.
One room’s door was left open and I saw Maya walking a guy on his knees wearing a leash.
We passed another man prancing down the hall in full-on lingerie and high heels with another dominatrix yelling at him. This part of the Manor was certainly shocking.
“Here you are, ladies. Let me know if you require anything during your lesson,” he said. We thanked him and he returned to his post.
Sienna led me into our private room, which was 21st century Gothic. I expected it to be red.
The room had elaborate marble tiled floors and walls. It was bathed in golden light flowing off of large hanging iron chandeliers that held huge chains from which hung posh round leather seating with accent lighting flowing from underneath. The room was quite large and contained a steampunk styled suspension system that I assumed was for hanging the submissive. This suite reminded me of Dracula’s bedroom if Dracula was into steam punk.
We moved inside and Sienna’s lesson began.
“The first thing you need to know is that Rope Bondage is, as the name suggests, the practice of tying people up with rope. Rope is the most widely available of S&M equipment, mostly because it’s cheap and effective. But bondage itself does not necessarily contain sadomasochism. Bondage may be used, as Dorian often prefers, as an end into itself. As in the case of rope bondage and suspension bondage, it may also be used as a part of sex or in conjunction with other BDSM activities. The letter ‘B’ in the acronym ‘BDSM’ comes from the word ‘bondage’. Sexuality and erotica are often an important aspect in bondage, but aesthetics also play an important role,” she said. This is a lot to go through just to have sex.
“The most common reason for one partner to tie up the other is pleasure taken from the restrained partner’s submission and the feeling of the temporary transfer of control and power. For S&M practitioners, bondage is often used as a means to an end, where the restrained partner is more open to other S&M behavior. Sometimes the partner can derive visual pleasure from seeing their sub tied up, as well as the sub can derive tactile pleasure from the feeling of being helpless and immobile. Dorian likes several different styles of rope bondage, but mostly Shibari styled bondage and suspension bondage,” she continued. Who knew there was so much to know?
“Shibari is the most artistic of all bondage styles, and arguably the most beautiful. It involves using rope patterns that originated in Japan. The art of these patterns and how to tie their positions creates a feeling of freedom and beauty within the ropes. In Shibari bondage, an emphasis is placed on how the rope should be sensually applied to the body. The Master will continue to add layers of rope and to place knots on certain erotic pressure points. The positions often include beautiful harnesses that are wonderful for sex because they allow easy access to sex organs,” Sienna breathed. How does she even know all this?
“Now suspension bondage is not so much a ‘style’ as it is a position type. When suspended, the partner has a feeling of floating while being fully restrained. You will feel complete helplessness in being suspended that can make you fall into a delightful subspace. Dorian understands the physics of suspension bondage. He is very skilled as a suspension rigger. He knows that there are endless possibilities in it for great sex. But I already told him that there wouldn’t be any caning or gags. Dorian has requested that you be open to being blindfolded, cuffed, maybe spanked, and of course rope play. Does that sound okay?” she asked.
“Yea, I guess so,” I replied nervously. Did I really have a choice?
“Are you sure? Rope play is very time consuming, but like I said, Dorian is a master at it. That’s why we’re here. It’s intense. The feel of him pushing you to alternate levels of consciousness will be way beyond anything that you have encountered so far.”
I nodded. Oh, joy.
“Okay,” Sienna smiled softly. “Let’s get to work. The most common rope that we use here is a braided twenty-five foot natural fiber rope. That way in twenty minutes after heavy exertion and sweating you won’t slip out of it. Go ahead, strip down, and pull your hair into a ponytail. I don’t want to take a chance on it getting caught.”
I did what she asked then she motioned me to lift my arms.
“Spread your legs wide,” Sienna said.
I did as she instructed and watched as she went to work on wrapping me in ways that I never thought possible, starting with my wrists.
I turned when she needed me to and lifted my arms when she told me to. Then she put them down at my sides.
“Bend over. I want to see your pretty ass,” she said. Then she tied my wrists to my legs in one smooth motion.
The ropes were unforgiving and tight against my body, but Sienna was careful not to get them too tight and she avoided pressure points.
After what seemed like an hour, I was finally fully wrapped like a swaddling baby from my chest to my ankles and my womanly goods on display for all to see.
“Dorian likes to use the full suspension system so that he can do whatever he wants to you. “I’m going to attach the suspension hook and you will be lifted off the ground. Okay?”
“Okay,” I said, all breathy.
Sienna pressed a control and hoisted me in the air. My breathing spiked as I thought of the complete access that Dorian would have with me hanging here like I was like a piece of meat in a butcher shop. My body shivered, I was seduced by the grand idea of all this. It was something that I could never have fathomed before.
“How does it feel?”
“Strangely freeing and confining at the same time,” I said softly.
“Any tight spots? How’s your bottom?” she asked.
“No. I think I’m good.”
“Now from this point on, you will be totally at his mercy and he’ll probably ravish every luscious inch of you.” The thought of Dorian’s mouth caressing every inch of my body flooded my insecurities. My nipples hardened as a chilling bit of air pushed past me.
“I think I’d like to try it out right now,” Dorian’s delicious British drawl rippled through the room like warm waves of an ocean.
“Dorian, we’re in class. Not now,” Sienna barked.
“I don’t see why you’d want to waste a perfectly good bondage session with just talk. You can leave or you can stay and watch,” he said.
He stepped closer to me and my body became heated. I could see him pacing around me li
ke a tiger ready to pounce. He eyed every inch of me. Sienna sighed.
“Fine, but don’t make a habit out of this, Dorian. She has a lot to learn and, by the way, we have not discussed her safe word yet.”
“Excellent,” his low voice said. Dorian pressed the control to the suspension device and I was raised higher. My breath caught slightly as Sienna took a few steps back to allow Dorian to begin.
“You’ve got excellent technique, Sienna. I like the way that you cross over the shoulders, they look like folded up wings. Where’d you learn that from?”
“Avery,” she said curtly. I swallowed nervously. I couldn’t imagine my passionate Avery doing anything like this. I was surprised and confused. He still had secrets that he never mentioned from his past, but I swore right then that before this adventure was over that I would get to the bottom of it. He never tried anything with me even close to this.
Dorian removed his jacket, exposing his white dress shirt and black vest underneath. He rolled up both of his sleeves. “Time to get started,” Dorian lifted my chin so that my eyes met his.
“Tell me if it gets to be too much. Your skin is so soft that you will undoubtedly feel every bit of this.” Dorian walked behind me then I felt his palm cup my ass as he caressed each cheek. His palm disappeared then I felt the blow of his hand hit across my backside. I was startled at first then the sting turned into warmth. My insides clenched. I felt flush in my cheeks. My body was suddenly at full alert.
He lifted his hand and I felt another glorious blow. He rotated from high to low. Oh, the low ones. He never struck in the same place twice.
I was suspended in the air like a rack of lamb while Dorian unleashed his dark desires and I was panting hard, and excited for the next blow. I couldn’t wait to see where he’d take me next.
I followed Dorian with my eyes over to a nearby closet. My mouth dropped open as I observed the array of toys and playthings. Holy Hannah, there was a fucking supply closet! It looked like the doctor’s operating room in Tim Burton’s Batman movie.
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