Don't Label Me! (27 page)

“
What do you recommend we try for
starters. What would help show off this zen of shibari you speak
of?”

Kit smiled, Roger was growing on her. He had
an annoying, almost boyish, brashness about him but perhaps that
was a front he put on to hide his deeper side. Andrew and Lewis had
said he was one of their better undercover agents as an
infiltrator. “We will go for restraint then. That was the original
use of shibari. When it is used primarily for restraint we call it
hojojutsu. It was used to restrain and humiliate prisoners and
sometimes as a kind of confinement more powerful than simply
placing them in solitary in a holding cell. I know that sounds
cruel but all cultures have had their times of cruelty in the past.
Hojojutsu as we are about to use it can give the subject of it a
transformative experience without the use of any drugs, long stints
of meditation or the delicate and dangerous dance on the pain
pleasure threshold.”

Roger was intrigued. “Show me.”

They got Lewis to stand and then Kit helped
Roger to start the rope work. “That’s right.” She took his hand and
pulled on the rope to show him the correct tension. “Now slip two
fingers under the rope. If I had it too tight you couldn’t do that.
The big risk in this artform is cutting off circulation. You must
be checking you rope tension all the time. It becomes second nature
and you will do it unconsciously after much practice.”

Roger completed the work to form a simple
chest bondage with Lewis hands tied and secured behind his back.
Roger looked to Kit for advice on what next. He inclined his head
to what Hideo was doing, hinting.

Kit chuckled. “That ropework around the
crotch is technically getting into the more sensual art of kinbaku
but we can use it, sort of. Actually the male form allows for quite
a deal more creativity there, and risk.” She added for emphasis.
“Would Lewis enjoy having his balls and cock restrained?”

Lewis squirmed. “Master, please.” Came the
throaty plea.

Roger frowned. “You are being disrespectful
Lewis. You should trust me better than that, to know what you’ll
enjoy.”

“
I’m sorry master. I accept whatever
punishment you decide for my error.”

“
As you will. For now I think a
blindfold and gag will be enough to remind you who’s in charge
here.”

Kit applied a soft blindfold as Roger gagged
him securely. Then she placed a squeaky ball into Lewis’s tied
hands. “Squeeze this in place of your safe word if you need an out.
Don’t worry, I can use the safety scissors to have you out of this
faster than you can blink, if you need. Or you can just teleport
out of it if you’ve learnt that yet.”

Lewis nodded he understood.

Hideo chuckled when he realised he had lost
Sathi’s attention. She was avidly watching what was happening to
Lewis as Kit and Roger enveloped him in a tortoise shell body
harness and suspended him from the ceiling of Simon’s basement play
room. Simon had kindly offered Kit the use of the room for giving
private lessons such as this. “Perhaps I should blindfold you
too.”

“
Please don’t Hid.”

“
Hid?” Hideo arched a brow. Was this
her revenge for him calling her Sath, he mused.

“
Um, I mean Sir.”

“
Hmm, how about I take my girl over to
watch the proceedings?”

“
Please, I’d like that Sir. I’ll make
it worth your while later.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him
meaningfully.

“
Yes you will.” His response was
matter-of-fact but he was already releasing her legs so she could
walk. He kept her upper body bound in a mune nawa and used the now
excess rope at her back to lead her over to where Roger was being
instructed. “Kneel!”

Gracefully she did just that. Ignoring the
growing wetness in her crotch as she watched Kit and Roger using a
length of smaller diameter rope to constrain Lewis’s cock and balls
with an intricate pattern of delicately laced reef knots.

Lewis felt strangely vulnerable, suspended
as he was above the ground. Only the ropes kept him falling to the
floor. Yet he trusted Roger to do whatever was necessary to keep
him safe and unharmed. As for Kit she was an acknowledged master of
her art. Although he did wonder how her partner Doc took to her
teaching lessons to such as Roger.

Reading his thought Kit paused in her tying
of his cock and smiled up at him. “I-Wayan’s only requirement is
that I only dominate him in the privacy of our own home. He was
raised a prince and is uncomfortable with publicly exhibiting
behaviour contrary to what is expected of him. He has no problem
with me sharing my skills with others. He likes that I extend my
skills and come home to try out new and devious things on him. He
respects my right to teach and pass on my skills as much as I
respect his to teach his martial art.”

Lewis had seen the man practising at the
youth club just this afternoon. The silat master was nimble on his
feet and a formidable opponent despite his small size. In the
demonstration he’d seen he’d floored a man more than twice his
weight. Lewis knew he was no warrior, physically at least, but
maybe he could learn a thing or two from the diminutive silat
master to protect himself. But at that precise moment he felt a tug
as Lewis and Kit finished their knots and secured the excess rope
attached to his penis to another rope at his chest. Damn. He felt
as if he moved he’d torture his own cock.

“
Give in to the restraint Lewis.” Kit
commanded. “Feel the utter stillness in your body, the utter
impossibility of moving.”

His mind followed what she was saying. It
seemed preferable to considering his current predicament.

“
No Lewis. Be aware of your
predicament. Feel it but do not judge it. Accept it as it is. Know
that you are bound and helpless at our mercy. Feel the reality of
that. Feel the constraint. Enter into the moment.”

Lewis did just that, becoming aware of the
firmness of the ropes, their texture against his skin, the straw
like smell of the hemp rope. His total helplessness. And he gave
into the sensation.

“
That’s it.” Their teacher whispered.
“Now turn your inner senses towards the beat of your heart, the
sound of your breath as you feel the rope’s constraint against your
chest. You can breathe but just, be aware of that.”

He did indeed feel the ropes firm against
his chest, almost but not quite limiting his intake of breath. He
felt his engorged penis unable to find that tantalizing release
that teased at the edge of his consciousness like an urgent plea.
Even his ability to orgasm had been taken from him. He felt the
constraint of that too. He smiled at Roger, opening his mind to the
awareness of his entrapment, sharing it. Hoping Roger might read
his mind even though they were both like newborns when it came to
the whole mind sharing thing.

“
I read you. Go deeper into it my
friend. Let go. Just listen to your heart as Kit says.”

Hanging there, in defiance of gravity, Lewis
felt the sheer relief of not having to perform. Not having to stand
his ground with a judge or the defendant’s lawyers in order to
cross-examine a witness. Not having to decide which words to use,
which laws to quote, what clothes to wear to make an imposing
impact in the court. He just was, restrained from doing absolutely
anything but floating and trusting those who cared for him. His
mind opened to the euphoria as a warm, almost luminous emotion
engulfed him and he dissolved into it.

The next Lewis knew he was on the ground.
Kit and Roger freeing him from his ropes. He mourned the loss of
his restraints but understood the necessity of coming back to
earth. Yet something of the experience remained with him. Something
of that feeling remained in his mind and heart in a space he felt
he could touch again any time he wished. He smiled and gave into
the caresses and cuddles as Roger and Sathi enveloped him in
aftercare. A little while later Hideo and Kit reappeared with a
tray of freshly whisked green tea and Japanese sweets. The slightly
bitter but delightfully creamy taste of the matcha tea mingled with
the subtle, almost earthy sweetness of the red bean confectionary,
grounding him. He let out a sigh as he reconnected with the
awareness of the earth beneath him. “Wow.”

Roger gave a thumbs up to Kit. “I guess
you’d better sign me up as a new student.”

It had been a long day. George working with
Boswell’s scientists on their free energy technology. They were
using solar in the interim but since they couldn’t connect with the
grid they needed to store any unused power in expensive batteries
and batteries were short-term waste disposal problems.

Orea was working with her village, meeting
with the elders, learning the ways of the other women there and
starting the long project of teaching their children about the
wider universe and the metaphysics of it. As she feared the village
folk treated her as a god but Orea was nothing if not determined.
She managed to convince at least a few of the elders that she was
little more than a highly evolved version of themselves and that
with knowledge and the necessary wisdom of the heart they would one
day also wear a rainbow aura. She would work at convincing the
others over time. They’d always thought of her as their goddess
protector, it was just a matter of unconvincing them.

At the end of the day George had flipped a
coin and Orea had called it in her mind. They stayed in the Borneo
village for the night. Orea tactfully refused one elder’s offer of
his hut and insisted instead on staying in the smaller hut they’d
set up as the community’s communication center.

Orea traced a finger gently down George’s
torso. Her finger continued to trail down dangerously close to his
nether region. “Do you feel healed enough to...?”

“
To try out my new additions? I feel
fine.”

“
You do not blame me for the pain you
endured?”

“
Of course not. Yeah I wasn’t ecstatic
about the whole experience but you did explain how important they
were to you. Personally a gold ring on my finger would have done
fine but...”

“
You’d put your finger in bondage but
the whole idea of having beads inserted under the skin was new to
you. I was truly grateful that Simon had sourced some for
me.”

“
The pearls?”

“
They’re no ordinary pearls. Of course
my planet no longer harbours life, its sentient inhabitants having
destroyed themselves and the environment with it but Simon sourced
some elsewhere.”

“
So they are special pearls?” He
smiled at the thought. Even ordinary ones would have been special,
he thought.

“
They are particularly lightweight but
strong. They are unique in that they bond well with the living
tissues of any organism. That means they will become one with you
and that they have the advantage they won’t move about. Your body
will not try to reject them.

“
Handy.” It didn’t bear thinking about
what would happen if his body rejected them. “So three, equally
spaced in a line. Is it purely decorative or does it have a meaning
other than showing I am your chosen?”

“
You’ve heard of
reflexology?”

“
Yeah? Something about the organs of
the body being reflected in the feet and hands, maybe the face
too.”

“
Well the metaphysical, physical and
emotional aspects of a man’s masculinity are reflected in his
penis. This bead represent represents your spirit, this your mind,
this one your body. They also happen to be placed over areas that
reflect the organs of the pancreas, liver and kidneys, stimulating
you and keeping you especially, how should I say?

“
Virile?”

Orea laughed. “Most definitely. Those organs
provide much of your sexual energy.”

“
So they’re good for me. The pain was
worth it. But I can’t help thinking they were meant to do you good
as well.” He challenged her.

Orea’s eyes sparkled. “Well on a purely
practical level they will stimulate the same reflected organ areas
inside me. Giving me a kind of massage.”

“
Which would be purely of medicinal
benefit of course.” He knew he sounded a tad sarcastic but he was
teasing.

“
Well I guess the only way to know for
sure would be to undertake some extensive research.”

“
Hmm. I’ll have to think about it. Had
enough scientific research for one day.”

Orea swatted him playfully. “Get real!”

“
Yes my mate.” He held her beneath
him, his gaze piercing her eyes as ever so slowly he entered her.
As he felt the walls of her vagina stroke his shaft he wondered
which of them was really getting the massage. But then he forgot to
think, driving into her with escalating confidence as he realized
neither of them was going to be hurt by his new ‘bumps’.

Simon smiled to himself as he perceived a
ripple from George’s mind and knew his gift to the new lovers had
finally been accepted. He’d known it would be important for Orea to
follow the marriage customs of her kind, even if the remainder of
her people were long gone. It was a link to the past none-the-less,
a link he knew she wasn’t yet ready to release. Personally he
preferred to keep his body unencumbered by any such permanent
fixtures. There was a simple elegance in the utter nakedness of
unadornment.