A woman was suspended a few feet off a red pad on the floor. She was elaborately tied, her torso held in place and one leg pulled up behind her. There was rope threaded between her toes and wrapped around her foot causing her foot to curve. She lay in place, breathing steadily, as if remaining still would save her. It was obvious the sub had found a fairly comfortable position. However, eventually she would have to try to stretch, and then she’d be trapped, the tension of the rope forcing that leg higher and torturing her foot.

Predicament bondage. He only knew one couple who played that way on a regular basis. Predicament bondage put the submissive between a rock and a hard place. No matter what happened, the submissive would end up in a tortured position, often having to choose between two bad outcomes. It took a sadist to come up with the scenario and a masochist to find it fun.

He kept quiet, holding a hand out to indicate Lisa should do the same. They might have to find another space.

Kai looked up and smiled. “Hey, you two. Come on in. There’s plenty of room.”

“Hi, Kai,” he said, finding the Dom sitting in the shadows, watching his sub. “Kori, you’re looking lovely tonight.”

Kai stood up, his mouth curling in a slightly evil smile. “I think I’ve finally figured out what to do when I want her to stop talking. If she moves even an inch, the rope around her foot tightens. Doesn’t she look pretty all perfectly silent?”

Without moving another muscle, Kori’s right hand middle finger came out.

“Love you, too, babe,” Kai replied with a chuckle. “Hey, Lisa. Good to see you back. Kori says, hey, too. You know, if you want in on this we could tie them up in such a way that they have to decide between giving themselves pain or forcing their partners to take it. It’s a fun game, man.”

He looked over and Lisa’s eyes were wider than he’d ever seen. “I don’t think my girl’s quite ready for that level of kink. We’re just going to tie her up real nice, suspend her so she knows she’s helpless, and then make her scream. Is that going to disrupt your scene?”

“Not at all. We’ve got a bet going. If she makes it an hour like this, I have to adopt another dog, so dear god man, make your sub scream. Any help I can get. We’ve already got two and one’s a chewer. Like he chews on everything, but she insists that number three is going to be a perfect angel.”

“You go, Kori. Get that puppy,” Lisa said, her voice positive but low.

He frowned her way. “I’m sorry. Did I give you permission to speak? This is my space, ma crevette. This is where I rule.”

He’d given her his most intimidating voice, but she simply shrugged, her eyes focused on the floor. “You didn’t say I couldn’t talk.”