Page 47 of Under Their Watch

“So, if I gave you that without intense amounts of pain, you’d be content?” he asks.

“Yeah, I suppose,” I say.

“Okay,” he says. “Go get changed and we can go.”

“Right now?” I ask happily.

“Right now,” he confirms with a soft smile.

We walk into theprivate room, and I sit while Quinn, Jace, and Theo set up. Theo thought it was best that it just be the four of us this time since I am on edge. He doesn’t want to chance me melting down. They move all of the furniture and set up restraints that come down from an eye hook. They place two pieces of tape on the floor before they turn and look at me.

“Ready?” Theo asks.

“That looks… medieval,” I say as I stand.

“Do you trust me?” Theo asks.

“I do.”

“Good. I want you to undress and stand with your feet on the tape, facing the wall,” he says simply.

“Yes, Sir,” I say obediently. They step back and watch as I undress and neatly fold my clothes before going to the tape. I place one foot on each piece as instructed and it forces me to stand with my legs apart.

Quinn and Jace pull my arms up and restrain them with the leather cuffs. Quinn gently kisses me, and I groan when someone presses something to my clit. “Fuck, that’s what you meant,” I complain.

“Yes, ma’am,” Theo laughs as he and Jace restrain my ankles so I can’t move. “It is mounted, and we can control it remotely, so no one will be near you.”

“Why are you restraining my feet?” I ask.

“Mainly because it is extremely important that you do not move. I won’t bullshit you. This whip has the capability of causing serious damage. If you move, I could unintentionally hurt you,” he says.

“Evil,” I say to Jace when he steps in front of me with a blindfold. He slides it on and kisses me before moving away.

“One last thing,” Theo says from close behind me.

“Oh God, what?” I ask.

“I’m putting headphones on you,” he says.

“Why?!”

“It’s sensory deprivation. I’m depriving you of sight and hearing. Mixing that with forced pain and pleasure will give you room to slip into subspace. Do you know what that is?” he asks.

“A sex coma?”

“Kind of,” he laughs. “It will feel like you are floating. You’ll feel separate from your body and not aware of your surroundings. I will know when you get there and when I notice it, I’m stopping.”

“Why?”

“Because you cannot reasonably consent if you are not aware of your surroundings,” he says. “It offers you nothing if you are mentally detached, and I am continuing the scene. At that point, the impact play would only be for me. I have no desire to do that unless you are actively wanting to participate,” he says. “You have your safe word, and you can say it at any point. If for any reason, I think that you have gone past your limit, and you are not speaking up, I'm stopping immediately. It is important that this be therapeutic and not a way for you to self-harm.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say.

“Good girl,” he praises. “After, we will do something that I think you will thoroughly enjoy.”

“It better be me as back-alley fuck meat,” I remark, and Theo laughs heartily.

“Let’s get to it, pretty girl,” he says, gently kissing my shoulder. “I will start gently and work my way to something more intense.”