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Mineira1986 wrote: ↑2 years ago
For the first time, Brie is feeling kindness with no strings attached. This man will probably never ask anything from her, like she had expected most of the people in her life.
This is just how Bree experiences it. Remember, that man was also forced into that position, and his arms could do nothing more than embrace Bree. Being gagged and blindfolded, he also had no choice.
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Alison spoke my name. “Bree,” she repeated, whispering. “Did you like the tie-up? You appeared quite chill.”
Outside the room, my shoulders still had to recover from the hour-long bend. Alone, in the hallway, Alison had broken character.
“What do you reckon? Tell me.”
Indeed, I had been relaxed. There had been nothing I could do and also nobody to fear. The man was not too touchy, only stroking my back gently, and when my initial adrenaline had faded, it even became boring. An hour is a long time to squander doing nothing. Alison had kept herself busy releasing, fastening, flogging, tickling, berating, reprimanding, and humiliating an ever-changing cast of captives, but I ignored that spectacle. Watching it unblindfolded and unafraid would not have improved my position. Boredom was not the end of the world, and the pats on my back made me feel loved unconditionally. However, I could not tell Alison this truth; I had no intention to end up as tightly tied as the others. “It was fine.”
“Fine? Was it unpleasant? Be open with me, okay?”
“It was not too bad. I expected worse.”
“I won’t use it against you. Pinky promise.”
Being honest was generally a horrible idea, and I did not want to bother Alison too much. “I’m not upset. You didn’t harm me.”
“C’mon, Bree, don’t hide behind vague terms. I’m trying to discover whether you want to continue.”
“I am fine. That guy remained appropriate.”
Alison laughed. “Cedric is such a cutie. If I had doubted he would act like that, it wouldn’t have happened. But be honest. We have a special room for those for who it’s too intense. If you want to go there, say it,” Alison paused, tensing her complexion. A half-naked woman crawled by who could not catch us chatting casually. “Else, you’ll likely be tied up again.”
“I’m good.”
What was I doing? Did I
actually want to be tied up? Not really, but the loser’s room was also a dreadful prospect. I would be on my own with most likely the table 1-crowd. Moreover, either giving up before Ambrose, Remy, and Talon, who clearly could not take the punches they threw, or even joining them was not an attractive option. I had more trust in these waitresses.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, but I won’t flog anyone again.”
“That’s cool. No problem. Look scared, please,” Alison said, grabbing my arm as she pushed me along. “And now you shall behave!” she exclaimed. “Show respect. Else, you’ll spend the entire night in our deepest, darkest dungeon, begging for mercy. But you’ll receive none.”
Alison’s voice almost caused me to giggle, but I held my face straight.
“Sit down, you little culprit, and I hope we won’t meet again tonight.”
I sat down on my old spot as Alison marched back to her prisoners. The room had refilled, signaling most had returned from their tie-up. But, from my group, I only spotted Cecilia from afar. Dax and James (yikes) were at the other end of the table, and I presumed one blindfolded, half-naked girl on the podium was Cheyenne. Anna and Yuna were nowhere to be seen. I was alone. Besides, most people were eating their starters and main courses, so there were no more awkward conversations about bondage or my recent tie-up. I liked that.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” Beth asked shortly after.
“Tea, please, thank you,” I reacted. I had deliberated about this choice, predicting its return. Tea was a safe bet, and due to my inability to devour hot drinks quickly, it would buy me time.
Beth laughed, delighted with my response, and returned a minute later with a glass of hot water and a box with dozens of flavors of tea. I selected earl grey, not too adventurous, and politely declined the honey and sugar before Beth left me alone. The tea was boiling hot, and I stared in its damps, wondering what was going on. I did not feel threatened by these waitresses and comprehended and accepted it was all an act. They had no ill intentions, and it was just another job, attempting to please those who fancy this kind of suffering. They did want to hurt for real.
In the next half an hour, guests returned, left, got their meals, and got tied up, tickled, flogged, lifted to the ceiling, taped to the wall, gagged, blindfolded, nailed into coffins, locked into cages, and cuffed. Some lost half their clothing had to dress in something embarrassing, and one had to sing a song. I was surrounded by madness but stayed out of it.
“Bree, ready for dessert?” Beth queried, knowing my name.
“Always, thanks a lot,” I replied, not wanting to get punished. The brunette smiled as if I had walked into a trap, and she brought me a plate with three scopes of ice cream and five kinds of cake and pie, and even though the slices were small, it all added up. The creation was also covered by different sauces – chocolate, strawberry, and what not – and a tower of whipped cream. I had never seen such a dessert, let alone eaten one.
“That looks amazing. Thank you very much,” was the sole thing I could say.
“Enjoy,” my waitress smirked deviously.
It was a trap, but I was unsure what it unleashed: a bottomless pit, sharp spikes, or an angry bear. Untrusting, I picked up my fork, pierced it in the closest obstacle to cleaning the plate, pumpkin pie, and let it glide into my mouth, expecting an odd flavor: salty, sugary, sour, or even spicy. Yet, nothing happened. It was the sort of tasty pumpkin pie one would expect during Thanksgiving.
Strange. I had found the cheese but did not understand what would trigger the mousetrap. The sorbet ice was ordinary, although it was my first time tasting blueberry chocolate and maple walnut ice. Well, not entirely normal, as four seats further, Beth had pinned a man to the floor and fed him his own socks. Disgusting. I preferred the cheese.
Then, to my surprise, Beth brought Anna back in. Anna’s hands were connected by a short chain, and red tape wrapped her head such that only her nose stuck out.
“And thou shalt not seduce me. Understood?” Beth commanded Anna, who saw nothing and could not speak.
Anna nodded, and Beth removed the layers and layers of tape, and I felt sorry for Anna’s hair. Fortunately, her hair did not stick to it, as if it only adhered to itself, and save for skin discolorations and a brighter smile, Anna had not changed a bit.
“Had a good time?” she whispered to me, half out of breath after Beth had left.
“It was great.” A perfect, neutral response. “And you?”
“Great. I missed this. Sadly, my back cannot handle bondage anymore.”
I was speechless. Luckily, Beth saved me, bringing the elderly lady her dessert as if nothing ever had occurred. The rules were weird.
Beth’s plate was much smaller than mine, holding only one scoop of ice cream and two pieces of cake. Cecilia had ordered more desserts for me, most likely. Yesterday, I also received second portions of cake on multiple occasions. Either she knew I loved them, or she indirectly told me I was too slim.
I continued to eat, gladdened there had been a long break after the main course, as I otherwise had to toss these sweet miracles away. It was a ton, but I could manage it.
“Are you finished?” Beth inquired, but not a single crumble remained on the plate. I had succeeded.
“Yeah, thank you. That was incredible. It was the best dessert I’ve had this year. I’m so grateful.”
“Then I suppose you would love another plate?”
That was the trap. I had swum right in the fyke. “No thanks, I’m full. That would be wasteful.”
“A waste? You are thankless, or you lied.”
“No, no, that’s not what I mean. I’m incredibly sorry for the confusion.”
“What do you mean, then?”
Another snare with only wrong answers. “My belly is bursting, truly. If I could, I’d beg for more.”
Beth chuckled. “Get up. I warned you. The dungeons it is. Everyone always has room in their stomach for dessert.”