Free B is for… by L Dubois Page B

turned on its side and placed on braces. With the stabilizing pieces under it, the top of the barrel was at waist height.
    Mae was experiencing a strange foreboding. Xavier stopped beside the barrel and patted the top. Mae laced her fingers together, looking nervously between him and the people at the nearby table, who were watching with obvious interest.
    “No, Red. Look at me.”
    She jerked her attention back to Xavier.
    “Sit up on the barrel.”
    She kept her gaze down, though she couldn’t lower her chin very much, as she backed up against the barrel and with a little jump sat on the curved top. Nerves were making her breathe hard, which made her more aware of the binding around her breasts, which in turn made her wet.
    “Spread your legs, Mae.”
    She whimpered, scared and frustrated. She wanted to be back in a private room with him. Though she had no problem being naked and played with in public, and had been up on the library stage several times as part of demonstrations, she doubted he’d brought her here to fuck her until they both passed out from pleasure, which is what she’d been hoping for.
    Xavier fisted his hand in her hair. The instant he touched her she calmed, even as his tight hold made her scalp tingle. Mae spread her legs, tucking her heels along the edges of the barrel. Her desire to be fucked melted away in the heat of a different desire—the desire to submit, to be dominated.
    “You should enjoy this, Mae. It’s time for ‘being serviced.’” Xavier released her hair. “I’m going to bind you to this barrel. Your pussy will be exposed and available for anyone who chooses to service you. You will be both blindfolded and gagged.”
    Mae couldn’t stop the shudder of combined arousal and horror that shook her. “Anyone can touch me?”
    “Yes, Mae. Nothing in your hard limits or checklist prevents that. You have your safe word, if you need it.” Xavier laid his hand on her thigh, fingers inches from her sex. “However, you have permission to come. That should please you.”
    “It does, Master, but I—” I want to come because you’re touching me. I want you to be the one to release me from the prison of need you put me in. Mae wasn’t brave enough to say what she was thinking. She’d already made a fool of herself once this morning. He’d told her that he expected her to be good, be obedient, and she would be both. “Thank you, Master Xavier.”
    He nodded once. “Lie back.”
    Xavier positioned her so that she was on her back draped over the barrel. She grabbed each wrist with the opposite hand, letting her arms dangle.
    “Bend your knees, spread your legs. I want everyone to have easy access to your pussy.”
    With her legs bent, Xavier positioned her feet so they were on the very edges of the barrel. After a few other adjustments he crouched beside her. Mae lifted her head slightly so she wasn’t looking at him upside down.
    “Now I’m going to bind you in place. I am not going to use safety restraints. I want you to experience true bondage.”
    “Heavy bondage?” she asked, remembering that from the checklist.
    Xavier’s lips kicked up into a devastating smile. “No. I wouldn’t call it heavy bondage. This one can count for light bondage. We’ll get to the heavy stuff, but you’re not ready yet.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    Xavier held up a handful of pale blue, flat rope. “This is nylon strapping. It’s the same weight and density of what’s used in shipping tie downs.” He took a small section and wrapped it around her already linked hands and wrists, leaving the tips of her fingers exposed. “I’m going to wrap it around each of your calves and thighs, just like this, then nail the strapping directly into the wood barrel. Do you understand?”
    What she understood was that once he was done with her Mae wouldn’t be moving, wouldn’t be able to get away. She whimpered.
    “Are you afraid or aroused?”
    “Both, Master.”
    “Good.”
    A crowd gathered to