Pure shock

Vyki had to do sit there for a moment and look at him trying to figure out if she actually heard what he said, and just looked up at him incredulously. She couldn’t help but briefly glance at the obvious bulge in his tight pants, but quickly turned to look back at him as if he just slapped her.

“Are you deaf, slut?!? I said reach into my pants and pull out my cock,” Bill said more forcefully as he reached for his fly.

“What the fuck?!?” shouted Vyki as she moved to stand up only to feel a <ZAP> and felt her knees crumble under her as she fell onto the pillow.

“Right mood, but wrong way to handle that,” Bill said flatly move hand away from his crotch. “You knew that was outside of your bounds even in a submissive roll, but there is a way to maintain your safety and regain control even as a sub isn’t there, Vyki?”

Vyki panted there for a minute as her brain tried to process what was going on. What fucking test was this. Suddenly it dawned on her and she looked up at Bill with glare. “safe word?”

Bill had a bit of a smirk as he heard her irritation before wiping back to a stoic expression. “You and I both know that is not something you’ve had to worry about, but is key to your safety.” Bill then looked down directly into her eyes. “if you learn nothing else new here today, you must learn you are the ultimate authority for your safety. Even as a submissive, you must remember as much as your top may appear as superhuman or a god, they cannot read your mind and they cannot feel your body reaching it’s limits. And if they cannot even accept your agreed boundaries they sure as shit can’t be trusted to keep you physically safe and listen to you if they’re about to break a bone or worse. If they’re ripping a tendon, if they’re cutting of circulation to a limb, if they’re putting you in a position where you will not get oxygen, you have to stop it.”

Vyki suddenly had visions of horror stories of the ER tech that brought in a slide show to an early seminar Paul attended decades ago. It shied him away from even considering some of the more **** arts; Vyki couldn’t fathom being put anywhere close to those scenarios with Molly and looked at Bill with near horror wondering if he intended to put her close to that as she tried to recall the limitations in the document.

“And even more importantly, it’s imperative that you ensure you’re only ever playing with a Dom who will look out for your safety and honor a safe word so that you can put yourself into these **** situations. The most important thing in BDSM is consent. If you are ever unsure or concerned about a top’s trust: Do. Not. Consent.”

Bill paused for just a moment letting this sink in before he continued. “If you do consent, and they go too far, REVOKE that consent. You can briefly warn them if not in immediate danger, but if they don’t reliant, use your safe word and stop it in its tracks. Get out of there and get to safety.” Bill paused again and looked sternly down at her, “and if you put yourself in a situation and you’re chained in the air and you’ve submitted to a demon who won’t honor you, God help you because no one else will.”

Vyki’s mind was suddenly rushing thinking of the times she’d recklessly found herself in situations at the hands of controlling men. The hotel manager, the gas station, the other gas station, the four whoresmen, Daddy... Sir Bill’s implanted idea of her being chained in the air (which she’d never submit to!) sent her heart racing as she envisioned each of those men holding the hoist. She knew she could trust Daddy but those others... If she had been blocked or trapped by them...

Bill could see the panic rush over her face as he was glad the point was finally driving home to her. With her eyes darting around, he took the opportunity to lean in close again, “however,” Bill began as Vyki visibly jumped and looked at him, “when you’re with someone like me, a Dom you can trust to honor your safety & limits, no matter how dark, depraved, restrictive, painful, trapped, pleasurable, or exciting, you can let yourself go so much further because you can trust in your ripcord if things go too far, right?”

Vyki’s head was flooding with images and ideas, her heart was racing and her body was undeniably aroused as she pictured all the places Paul had put Molly, and what she must have felt and how things could have gone so wrong with bad men the fear welled up in her driving her dopamine craving brain further afield until she realized Sir Bill was asking her a question. She struggled to find her voice in her panicked mind and simply nodded her affirmation.

Bill could see her quickening breaths and flush face knowing she was easily drawing on her own observations to realize what she was really signing up for. “And what is that ripcord, slut?”

With Sir Bill so close to her, his booming voice cut through her rambling inner dialogue, and she answered instinctively, “a safe word, Sir Bill.”

Bill reached down and grabbed a handful of the prone girl’s done up hair and ripped her head back forcefully.

Vyki felt her head fly back involuntarily as Sir Bill’s head filled her entire vision. She saw an animalistic rush in his eyes as they darted around at her and part of her mind screamed to run as fears of being trapped ran to the surface. Instinctively, she reached up and grabbed Sir Bill’s forearm and was shocked at how the density of his flexed arm approached steel. Her natural grasp to try to pull the bar of metalish flesh away from quickly emphasized the futility of her situation as she knew his daily gym routine put him leagues above her daily exercises.

Seeing her grasp the situation, Bill drove the point home by menacingly whispering in her ear, “one time freebie, what is your safe word, slut?”

Vyki’s heart was racing rapidly and she was trying to figure out was he actually being serious. Is he really going to start something? She’s just kneeling on the floor, and he’s already got her trapped by glued hair within 5 minutes? This was barely even dangerous, and she felt like prey about to be consumed by a predator. And she was fucking horny on top of all of it!! What the fuck is wrong with her?!?

Bill could tell she was struggling for something and threw her a small lifeline. Bringing his other hand to the front of her throat between her jaw and collar, pressing on her throat he could feel her blood pulsing energy into his fingers. Continuing his growl, Bill uttered “your Mistress told me your safe word before she left. You just need to remember it to save yourself, girl.”

Vyki resisted the urge to gag as her other hand moved to the other arm of steel now holding her head up while fears of not breathing caused her to gasp in a strained gulp of air while her brain tried to remember the silly word Mistress had come up with. Flashing back to what seemed like an eternity, but was only a few minutes, Vyki’s brain replayed Mistress’s interaction with her. Trying to toss out all the times Paul had expertly taken Molly to the edge of blacking out, Vyki struggled to remember the interaction. She could feel her heart pounding even as her brain fought against the lizard instinct to breath above everything else and knowing she wasn’t really restricted she prayed to God she could remember the damn phrase to end this naive torment.

Then it suddenly hit her as she blurted out, “Higgs Boson!!”

The worlds barely escaped her lips and it seemed like the world stopped to her. Almost instantly, Bill pulled his hands away, making sure she was able to sit on her own before he reached for the controller.

Vyki blinked several times as she could almost hear the blood pounding in her ear in the stillness of the room. There was a stillness in her crotch she wouldn’t have even noticed had it not been such a stark contrast to the imperceived vibrations she had been feeling against her cock. She sat there panting trying to understand the rush of emotions running through her. Elation, fear, relief, anger, excitement, and anger all flooded her mind as all the confusing stimuli vanished.

As her brain re-entered reality, she looked up at Sir Bill. Looking at his smiling face, she could feel a rage building up as she yearned to smack it off him as another part of her feared what those muscular arms could do to her before she could get there, and she contemplated bolting for the bedroom door to get out of there. And yet another part stole a glance at the mound that had grown in his pants before empowering the rage to look up and glare into his eyes as she contemplated hurting him.