Satin

Chapter 6

Madeline's POV

Shopping wasn't usually my thing, but shopping with Kendrick was another story. Today we were shopping for new toys. He liked to buy new toys with each partner because it was safer that way, and a lot more sanitary. It also gave him the chance to see what excites his subs.

As we walked around the special BDSM accessory store, I had my head filled with so many thoughts on what I wanted to try. So many different paddles, plugs, floggers, whips, vibrators, cuffs, ropes, and so much more.

The stuff that was used to give pain excited me the most. I have always enjoyed pain, but given my vanilla experiences in the past, I never had a partner who knew how to hurt me in the best ways. He did though. He hasn't done much, but it was a feeling.

"What do you like to do," I asked him curiously.

"Bondage," he said. "Making you feel completely helpless as I take advantage of you being unable to do anything. I prefer the art of shibari over normal restraints. Before we get to that though, you need to learn how to be still and get used to being held with basic restraints. Which is something we will be working on tonight when we get home."

"Shibari is that form of bondage that has rope artists and rope bunnies right," I asked curiously.

"That is correct," he answered. "Some are also known as rope switches. They have love to be the artist and the bunny. What do you know about shibari?"

"Depending where the knots are located it can put one into subspace. It can also be relaxing for both parties and doesn't always have to lead to something sexual," I answered. "I find many of the intricate knots and positions to be rather beautiful."

He gave me a smile and it made my heart give a soft flutter.

After we bought everything we stopped for some take out. "Go prep then come downstairs. I want you naked and kneeling by my legs in twenty minutes."

I nodded and went upstairs quickly. Last weekend he showed me what he means by prepping. Prepping involves making sure my body is washed of any sweat from the day, the usage of an enema since I was okay with anal, and ensuring I'm completely shaved to his liking. Once done I dried off and didn't hesitate to meet him downstairs as he asked me to be. There was a pillow on the floor where he wanted me to kneel.

Once in position he put restraints on my wrists, keeping my hands behind my back. He then sat back on the couch with his plate in hand. He would take a couple bites of his food then give me a bite of mine. He didn't give me any eye contact, keeping his eyes on the TV.

Once the food was gone, my limbs were beginning to feel stiff but it was still bearable. I had to keep a conscious effort in staying in the perfect position. Eventually his hand guided my head to rest against him. His fingers began to run through my hair but he didn't say anything to me.

I melted into him, my eyes closing in contempt. I felt so relaxed and happy to be here.

He then gripped my hair and tilted my head back. I almost looked at him then remembered I wasn't allowed to look at him until instructed to do so. "Such a good girl," he praised.

I wasn't able to hold back my smile at the praise. "Look at me Darling," he ordered. I did so gladly and was greeted by the intense lust in his eyes.

"Show me just how good you can use your mouth," he said to me.

I then moved so I was between his legs as he released his cock from his jeans. I knew how to deep throat, but in the past I struggled getting my throat to relax because I usually didn't like giving head, because nine times out of ten I wouldn't get anything in return. I also learned how to deep throat because I hated gagging, especially with those who sloppily tried to fuck my throat. I learned it was best to learn so I didn't get hurt.