Servicing Mz Cherry With Leather Restraints

I​ ​couldn’t​ ​begin​ ​to​ ​relay​ ​how​ ​everything​ ​changed​ ​that​ ​night, the night that I came to be servicing Mz Cherry with leather restraints. As​ ​I​ ​surveyed​ ​my​ ​surroundings​ ​with ease,​ ​there​ ​was​ ​a​ ​sense​ ​of​ ​calm​ ​in​ ​the​ ​night​ ​and​ ​nothing​ ​but​ ​the​ ​gentle​ ​hum​ ​of​ ​the​ ​central​ ​air conditioning​ ​broke​ ​the​ ​silence.​ ​

It​ ​was​ ​almost​ ​palpable.  The​ ​stillness​ ​was​ ​eerie,​ ​even.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​in that​ ​moment​ ​that​ ​the​ ​alarm​ ​sounded,​ ​and​ ​a​ ​man​ ​-​ ​wait,​ ​no,​ ​was​ ​it​ ​a​ ​woman?​ ​Entered​ ​through the​ ​doors.

He​ ​-​ ​She​ ​-​ ​came​ ​up​ ​to​ ​me,​ ​with​ ​long​ ​curly​ ​brown​ ​hair​ ​and​ ​feminine​ ​yet​ ​somehow​ ​masculine​ ​blue eyes​ ​and​ ​spoke​ ​softly.

“Do​ ​you​ ​know​ ​anything​ ​about​ ​BDSM?”​ ​

He​ ​-​ ​She​ ​-​ ​They,​ ​cocked​ ​a​ ​hand on​ ​their​ ​hip​ ​and​ ​tilted​ ​their​ ​head​ ​to​ ​the​ ​side,​ ​quizzically. I,​ ​completely​ ​taken​ ​aback​ ​by​ ​the​ ​abruptness​ ​of​ ​the​ ​situation,​ ​somewhat​ ​bemused,​ ​simply answered​ ​“Yes.​ ​What​ ​would​ ​you​ ​like​ ​to​ ​know?”

It​ ​was​ ​those​ ​two​ ​questions​ ​that​ ​set​ ​the​ ​tone​ ​for​ ​the​ ​night​ ​and​ ​a​ ​journey​ ​into​ ​self-exploration, boundaries​ ​and​ ​knowledge​ ​were​ ​about​ ​to​ ​take​ ​place.

“Well,​ ​first​ ​things​ ​first,​ ​my​ ​name​ ​is​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry,​ ​that’s​ ​right.​ ​Mz​ ​with​ ​a​ ​M​ ​and​ ​a​ ​Z​ ​“.   ​Mz​ ​Cherry said,​ ​as​ ​he​ ​-​ ​she,​ ​held​ ​out​ ​a​ ​limp​ ​but​ ​surprisingly​ ​large​ ​hand.​ ​I​ ​shook​ ​the​ ​hand​ ​and​ ​said​ ​“I’m Andre.​ ​Usually​ ​you​ ​put​ ​a​ ​little​ ​hyphen​ ​on​ ​the​ ​E​ ​but​ ​my​ ​mom​ ​was​ ​lazy.”

Mz Cherry Laughed at Me

As​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​laughed​ ​I​ ​noticed​ ​that​ ​he​ ​-​ ​she​ ​-​ ​nay,​ ​he,​ ​had​ ​a​ ​sizeable​ ​Adam’s​ ​apple.​ ​My​ ​initial curiosity​ ​returned​ ​to​ ​what​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry,​ ​a​ ​frail​ ​but​ ​very​ ​tall​ ​and​ ​lanky​ ​man,​ ​could​ ​have​ ​to​ ​say​ ​about BDSM.

“Well​ ​I’m​ ​a​ ​submissive,​ ​you​ ​see,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​have​ ​a​ ​regular​ ​partner​ ​that​ ​I​ ​play​ ​with​ ​-​ ​oh,​ ​he’s​ ​just​ ​such a​ ​doll.  I​ ​wanted​ ​to​ ​get​ ​him​ ​something​ ​for​ ​his​ ​birthday​ ​that​ ​says,​ ​I’m​ ​his​ ​property​ ​and​ ​he​ ​-” Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​bent​ ​down​ ​at​ ​this​ ​part​ ​and​ ​whispered​ ​“owns​ me.”

I​ ​knew​ ​then,​ ​exactly​ ​what​ ​to​ ​give​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry.​

Taking Mz Cherry to the BDSM Wall

​I​ ​led​ ​her​ ​to​ ​the​ ​BDSM​ ​wall​ ​and​ ​pointed​ ​out​ ​a​ ​dog collar​ ​and​ ​leash.​ ​“Nothing​ ​says​ ​ownership​ ​like​ ​a​ ​Dominatrix​ ​and​ ​his​ ​dog”​ ​I​ ​remarked.

“It’s​ ​just​ ​too​ ​mainstream and just bondage essentials”,​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​pulled​ ​a​ ​face.​ ​“​ ​Why,​ ​every​ ​Tom,​ ​Dick​ ​and​ ​Harry​ ​is​ ​out there​ ​walking​ ​their​ ​submissive​ ​on​ ​a​ ​dog​ ​collar​ ​and​ ​leash.​ ​I’m​ ​his​ ​and​ ​only​ ​his​ ​and​ ​I​ ​need​ ​him​ ​to know​ ​that.”

I​ ​knew​ ​that​ ​belonging,​ ​and​ ​feeling​ ​like​ ​you​ ​belong,​ ​or​ ​that​ ​you’re​ ​someone’s​ ​property​ and one of the main​ ​kinks​ ​of​ ​BDSM.​ ​ I​ ​picked​ ​up​ ​a​ ​leather​ ​pair​ ​of​ ​hand-cuffs​ ​with​ ​little​ ​padlocks​ ​on​ ​them.​ ​ Held​ ​them​ ​up​ ​to​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​triumphantly.​

​“This​ ​is​ ​what​ ​you​ ​need.​ ​He​ ​can​ ​lock​ ​your​ ​hand​ ​cuffs and​ ​keep​ ​the​ ​key​ ​with​ ​him,​ ​and​ ​he’s​ ​the​ ​only​ ​one​ ​with​ ​keys.”

Servicing Mz Cherry with Leather Restraints

Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​beamed.​ ​He​ ​flicked​ ​his​ ​hair​ ​and​ ​held​ ​onto​ ​the​ ​hand-cuffs​ ​with​ ​his​ ​red​ ​press-on​ ​nails. Then​ ​he​ ​pined​ ​“But​ ​I​ ​want​ ​something​ ​extra!”

“And​ ​why​ ​shouldn’t​ ​you?”​ ​I​ ​asked.​ ​I​ ​held​ ​up​ ​a​ ​whip​ ​from​ ​Hell’s​ ​Couture,​ ​60cm​ ​in​ ​length​ ​with​ ​a metal​ ​handle.​ ​“This”​ ​I​ ​said​ ​“So​ ​he​ ​can​ ​punish​ ​you​ ​when​ ​you​ ​need​ ​to​ ​be​ ​punished”.​ ​At​ ​this​ ​point Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​was​ ​positively​ ​ecstatic.

“Just​ ​be​ ​careful”​ ​I​ ​said​ ​“These​ ​whips​ ​can​ ​hurt​ ​quite​ ​a​ ​bit.”

“Oh,​ ​honey​ ​child,​ ​I​ ​like​ ​to​ ​get​ ​rough!”​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​exclaimed​ ​as​ ​he​ ​lifted​ ​up​ ​his​ ​sleeves​ ​to​ ​reveal welts​ ​and​ ​bruises​ ​along​ ​his​ ​arms,​ ​including​ ​several​ ​scratch​ ​marks.

What’s the Safe Word?

“Wow,​ ​you​ ​certainly​ ​do.​ ​I​ ​just​ ​hope​ ​you​ ​guys​ ​have​ ​a​ ​safe​ ​word,​ ​while​ ​it’s​ ​important​ ​to​ ​push​ ​limits and​ ​boundaries​ ​in​ ​BDSM​ ​play,​ ​it’s​ ​also​ ​important​ ​to​ ​make​ ​sure​ ​the​ ​acts​ ​are​ ​consensual​ ​and safe​ ​for​ ​the​ ​couple.”​ ​I​ ​said.

“My​ ​safe​ ​word​ ​is​ ​‘peaches’”​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​said​ ​as​ ​he​ ​giggled.​ ​Satisfied​ ​that​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​was​ ​safe,​ ​I led​ ​him​ ​to​ ​the​ ​piece​ ​de​ ​resistance.​ ​I​ ​picked​ ​up​ ​a​ ​white​ ​box​ ​and​ ​showed​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​the​ ​label.

“This,​ ​is​ ​our​ ​Fetish​ ​Fantasy​ ​Series​ ​Rope​ ​Cuff​ ​&​ ​Tether​ ​Set.​ ​ It​ ​comes​ ​with​ ​wrist​ ​cuffs,​ ​ankle​ ​cuffs and​ ​four​ ​rope​ ​tethers.​ ​It​ ​also​ ​has​ ​a​ ​free​ ​mask​ ​inside​ ​so​ ​you​ ​can​ ​feel​ ​absolutely​ ​helpless​ ​to​ ​your dominatrix,​ ​and​ ​give​ ​in​ ​to​ ​your​ ​sensations.”

Mz​ ​Cherry’s​ ​eyes​ ​lit​ ​up​ ​like​ ​when​ ​you​ ​hit​ ​three​ ​cherries​ ​at​ ​the​ ​pokies.​

​“I​ ​love​ ​this!”​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry exclaimed.​ ​“And​ ​I​ ​know​ ​he’ll​ ​love​ ​this​ ​too.”

I​ ​knew​ ​then​ ​that​ ​we​ ​had​ ​satisfied​ ​three​ ​separate​ ​sexual​ ​themes​ ​of​ ​BDSM.  Giving​ ​and​ ​receiving pain,​ ​physical​ ​restriction​ ​and​ ​psychological​ ​humiliation.​ ​ It​ ​was​ ​interesting​ ​to​ ​note​ ​that​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry himself​ ​was​ ​representative​ ​of​ ​BDSM​ ​sub-culture​ ​by​ ​resisting​ ​gender​ ​conformity.​ ​

BDSM practitioners​ ​can​ ​often​ ​gender​ ​switch,​ ​take​ ​on​ ​a​ ​different​ ​gendered​ ​style​ ​depending​ ​of​ ​the gender​ ​of​ ​their​ ​partner​ ​and​ ​resist​ ​the​ ​idea​ ​that​ ​gender​ ​matters​ ​in​ ​their​ ​play​ ​partner.

As​ ​I​ ​packed​ ​away​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry’s​ ​items​ ​for​ ​him,​ ​I​ ​reflected​ ​on​ ​what​ ​had​ ​taken​ ​place​ ​that​ ​night.​ ​ A coming​ ​together​ ​of​ ​knowledge,​ ​sub-cultures,​ ​so-called​ ​perversions​ ​and​ ​the​ ​idea​ ​that​ ​sex​ ​has boundaries​ ​and​ ​limits​ ​that​ ​can​ ​be​ ​pushed​ ​all​ ​under​ ​safe​ ​and​ ​consensual​ ​situations.

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