Free B is for… by L Dubois Page A

gags, Master Xavier.”
    “Of course you don’t. It’s hard to top from the bottom if you can’t say anything.”
    She stiffened. “I wasn’t doing it on purpose.”
    “I understand that. And I even understand the allure of giving in and letting a sub like you be sassy.”
    “You do?”
    “I do. But, when you’re mine,” he lowered his voice so she’d know how serious his next words were, “you submit, and you behave.” Xavier picked up the wider and longer of the two belts. “Raise your arms, wrists on top of your head.”
    He placed the belt around her upper back, then buckled it in place over her breasts. It compressed her tits, binding them so that they swelled prettily above and below the leather.
    “Take a deep breath. How does that feel?”
    “Tight.”
    “Are you having trouble breathing?”
    “No, Master.”
    “Good.” He paused, waiting to see if she’d say whatever comment or question was clearly on the tip of her tongue.
    She met his gaze, then pressed her lips together. He smiled.
    “This is a form of breast binding.” He put two fingers between the belt and her ribs, double checking the tightness. “I’ve chosen to bind you this way because I have other plans for your breasts later.”
    The second belt was only a few inches wide, and twenty inches long. This one he wrapped around her neck, creating a thick collar. It wasn’t a posture collar, designed to keep her chin up, but its size meant that it would be uncomfortable if she lowered her chin too much.
    Picking up the blindfold and ball gag, he decided to wait on those and give her the chance to see what was about to happen.
    “Come with me, Mae.”
    *****
    Mae kept her gaze on Master Xavier’s shoulders as they passed through the halls and courtyards of Las Palmas. The surprised glances she’d endured this morning when the other members saw her marked ass and unusual attire—or lack thereof—was nothing compared to the looks they were getting now.
    People actually stopped and stared when they saw Xavier coming with Mae one step behind him, naked except for the thick collar and breast binding.
    The library was one of the public rooms of Las Palmas. It was always open, and anyone was welcome to spend time there. Dominants, Masters, and Owners could book the small circular stage for demonstrations or to use when putting their sub on display. There were bookcases along one wall, but instead of books, the lighted shelves displayed various BDSM equipment, some new, some antique. There was an L-shaped bar in one corner, with usually a submissive or two behind it playing bartender. Cocktail tables clustered near it were made of massive wine barrels supporting round glass tops. On the far side of the stage from the bar was a Spanish-style tiled fireplace. Plush rugs and floor cushions were folded and stacked in baskets on either side of the hearth, while several comfortable couches formed a half circle facing the empty fireplace. The tufted dark-leather couches with rounded backs and arms were all the perfect height to have someone bent over them.
    The dining room was next door, and when they entered the library there were a few people at the pub tables with plates of food catered by a local restaurant. The occupants were an eclectic mix of people—ranging both in age and how they liked their BDSM. An African American Domme had her feet propped on the back of her submissive, who was on her hands and knees. Beside her an older Master sat with his sub cuddled against his side.
    Before now Mae would no more have knelt to be used as a foot rest than she would have jumped off the roof. She didn’t judge people who chose that kind of submission, but she didn’t want it for herself. But now she found herself looking at the kneeling woman with greater understanding. She didn’t want to do it, but she understood it.
    Xavier put a hand on her back and guided her over to the bar area. One of the tables had been taken apart, the wine barrel