Wired Man

“Are you sure you’re qualified to do this?”

“Shut it.” She ran the end of the rope through the D-ring on the collar on his wrist, pulling it tight then tying it to the ring of the anal hook firmly in his ass. Rope ran across his body in a jigsaw pattern, through D-rings in leather collars and bracelets wrapped around his wrists, ankles, neck, and thighs.

He moved one arm experimentally, and grimaced as the anal hook jumped and the rope jerked down on the collar on his neck and up on the bracelet on his opposite foot. He tried to follow the network of cord laid out over his body, the disappearing and reappearing lines that made his limbs jerk and interact unpredictably. “When did you find the time to work all this out, anyway?”

“Work it out?” She snorted. “I didn’t work anything out. I just started tying stuff.” She ran another line from one arm through a foot to the other arm, and tested the tension before making a knot in it. She stood back, walked around him slowly looking him up and down, then nodded. “I think that’ll do. I like your flailing, it reminds me of a puppy on ice, and I think this’ll really help you with that.” She stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the lips. “Because I’m a helper.”

He grinned and raised an eyebrow. “So you want me to, what? Try to walk now?”

“No, no, no, no.” She shook her head. “I want you to hold very still while I help you lay down on the floor. She grabbed his shoulders from behind and lowered him to the floor. His limbs jerked and twitched as he tried to balance, and forced himself not to start jerking to try and recover. His ass hit the floor, the anal hook a cold bar between his cheeks running up to the small of his back, then his shoulders.

He looked up at her standing over him as she shucked her shirt off and stuck out her tongue. “What now?” Images of canes on the soles of his feet, icy-hot on his balls, cringing and jerking his useless limbs from side to side filled his imagination.

She grinned down at him, and pulled a feather from her back pocket. “Now I find out where you’re most ticklish.”

Preview: “Don’t you dare fucking stop!”

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