Free Of Being Yours[another way 2] by Anna Martin Page A

where there was a small hole. Small, but still big enough to pee through.
    As he pulled my boxers back up and refastened my jeans, I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself into.
    I later found out that the key to the padlock stayed on the kitchen table the entire time I was wearing the cage, meaning I was perfectly able to get myself out of it at any time if I needed to. I couldn’t help but wonder what this was leading up to, and my mind naturally drifted to all sorts of scenarios. Would I, in time, be able to let him fuck me while I was caged? Could I give him my body to use for his pleasure only, completely denying my own?
    It was, like so many things, something that we could consider further down the line. There wasn’t any immediate need for us to do everything at once. In fact, I found both peace and happiness in knowing that we didn’t need to rush into doing things that appealed to us both—he was my partner for the long term. We had all the time in the world for these things.
    After a couple of hours of doing aimless chores around the house, I really did need to pee, and trying to do so through the plastic didn’t appeal to me in the slightest. Will seemed to know that I was ready to take it off and didn’t try to push me into keeping it on.
    He led me back to the kitchen table where he repeated and reversed the pants down, cock out ritual. There was a temptation to tell him “while you’re down there, make yourself useful,” but apart from the spanking that would surely earn me, I really did need to use the bathroom.
    When I returned to the kitchen, the plain box and the brown paper bag had both disappeared, both they and their contents tucked safely away until we needed them again. Unlike other experiences we’d shared, Will didn’t immediately push me for my opinion on our latest toy, or what it might or might not mean in further sessions.
    I appreciated that as much as the session itself. Coming to terms with these things sometimes took time for me, and I had a feeling I’d be reflecting on this one for quite a while to come.

Chapter 6

    W E ’ D been invited to a couple of different Halloween parties and made vague, noncommittal humming noises to all of them until one came in from Laura. She was hosting a costume party and play night at a BDSM club in the city and had asked Will and me if we were interested in doing a demonstration.
    I’d always balked at the idea of performing in public, even at one of the meetings that Will hosted in our home from time to time. My fear was based, at least at the beginning, on being recognized by someone who would report back to Adele about what I was getting up to behind her back. I wasn’t proud of myself.
    But now Will and I had been together for long enough that I had nothing to worry about. Sure, there were people who could make things slightly more difficult for me at work, but to do that, they would have to be at the sex club too.
    So I agreed, with no little amount of trepidation, to do a rope bondage display.
    Which was how I found myself in our attic playroom on a Thursday night with several feet of rope and a stressed-out partner.
    We’d agreed that while Will worked on the type of bondage he wanted to create, we wouldn’t look on it as a normal session. For that reason, I was dressed in a pair of loose jogging pants and a tank top, and we had an almost normal conversation about our day as he wrapped the ropes around me.
    It was a pretty standard, if not slightly complex, setup where the ultimate aim was for me to be balanced on the ball of one foot, my arms tied behind my back and my chest parallel to the floor, with my nonsupporting leg bent at right angles at the thigh and knee. It was the last part that I was having trouble with. My hip didn’t seem to like the position all that much, and Will was trying to work out the best way of supporting my knee and ankle so they formed a perfect L shape midair.
    “I had no idea that it took so long to