Chapter 37


    Mae kept her gaze on Master Xavier’s shoulders as they passed through the halls and courtyards of


    Las Palmas. The surprised nces she’d endured this morning when the other members saw her


    marked ass and unusual attire—orck thereof—was nothingpared to the looks they were getting


    now.


    People actually stopped and stared when they saw Xaviering with Mae one step behind him,


    naked except for the thick cor and breast binding.


    The library was one of the public rooms of Las Palmas. It was always open, and anyone was wee


    to spend time there. Dominants, Masters, and Owners could book the small circr stage for


    demonstrations or to use when putting their sub on disy. There were bookcases along one wall, but


    instead of books, the lighted shelves disyed various BDSM equipment, some new, some antique.


    There was an L-shaped bar in one corner, with usually a submissive or two behind it ying bartender.


    Cocktail tables clustered near it were made of massive wine barrels supporting round ss tops. On


    the far side of the stage from the bar was a Spanish-style tiled firece. Plush rugs and floor cushions


    were folded and stacked in baskets on either side of the hearth, while severalfortable couches


    formed a half circle facing the empty firece. 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 tes of food catered by a local restaurant. The upants 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.


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    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 turned on its side and ced 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 yed 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 avable for anyone who chooses to service you.


    You will be both blindfolded and gagged.”


    Mae couldn’t stop the shudder ofbined 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.” Xavierid 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 toe 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 ess 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 ce. 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, t 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 watch as Xavier started weaving the strapping in a figure eight pattern around her


    thighs and ankles, starting at her thigh, then looping between her upper and lower leg to circle her calf,


    and crossing back to again wind around her thigh. When her legs were encased from mid-thigh to hip,


    and mid-calf to ankle, Xavier tied off the strapping with a simple knot, then nailed the trailing ends into


    the barrel. Mae jumped at the first ringing sound of hammer striking nail, and the barrel vibrated under


    her with each blow. She raised her head when he was done, looking at the borate bindings, which


    were expertly done, creating almost a woven pattern. With her legs spread the whole width of the


    barrel, her pussy was onplete disy.


    Master Xavier was examining her—bound and vulnerable, body exposed and essible. He traced the


    outer lips of her sex, his eyes seeming to gleam behind the mask. The sight of him calmed her even as


    it heightened her arousal.


    “How do you feel, Mae?”


    “Scared, Master.”


    He pinched the lips of her sex together and rubbed them over her clit. “Is that all?”


    “No, Master,” she gasped. It was as if every nerve end in her pussy were extra sensitive. For one wild


    moment she thought she’de from that simple touch alone.


    “Are you ready to be serviced?”


    “No, Master.” She didn’t think, just answered.


    “No?” Xavier released her pussy lips and Mae whimpered. “Exin.”