Larry and Alex did not exchange many words during their walk to the main entrance. The former was uncertain about many things, while the latter had much to think about.
So far, Larry has brought nothing but headache to her life. However, he was also a real person. Unconventional her approach may be, Alex was still a compassionate woman. She never turned away anyone in need, and she didn't intend to start now.
The more she got to know about him, the more she found herself identifying with his pain. At the same time she knew perfectly well that empathy itself doesn't lead anywhere. A dead end with both of them hurting, without solution in sight.
Despite her best intentions, she was in a pickle. A big one at that.
She had the liberty and skillset to help Larry as a therapist, but that closed the door on being his dominatrix for good. There was a very good reason behind her not accepting patients anymore, but Larry made her question that decision now.
< Don't remember the last time I was this indecisive, insecure. What does this man have to make me doubt myself? Do I want to even discover more? Should I just tighten my grip on control while I still have it? >
She grabbed Larry's arm just as he was about to step outside the door.
"Listen, I don't want to put any more pressure on you, just hear me out. I have the same credentials in psychiatry as Dr Langham." She said while looking deeply into his eyes.
"I closed my praxis some years ago, and normally I don't mix my business here with anything else. But… I also don't think you ended up here by coincidence like this. Langham knew where he sent you, just went the wrong way about it. If you find it in yourself to trust me, I'm willing to work on things with you. Be it in the dungeon or outside. Just… give it a thought." Finally she let go of his arm.
< For heavens' sake Alex, now you're begging him? Get a grip, girl, what are you doing??? >
"Anything else for today?" Asked Larry with his usual aloofness.
"No, no. Have a nice evening, Larry." She replied, taking a step back.
The man just nodded and left.
Meanwhile, back in the dungeon Seth prepared several types and sizes of ropes, hooks, and other rigging tools. Towels, music, a pitcher of juice with ice, a glass, a bucket, a box of floggers - he took care of everything.
He knew Alex didn't like things out of control, at least not this much. He expected her to be frustrated, so he went the extra mile to cater to her usual whims. He was ticked off too, hoping to end the day with some fun.
He wasn't particularly interested in pain, but loved seeing his Lady get more and more excited with each swing. Alex could do literally anything to him, he would proudly be the one to receive whatever she offered.
He was the one and only alpha, after all.
It was his priviledge to make her hot, to calm her down, to make her feel truly herself - whether that meant taking pure sadism, emotional torture or gentle caresses and sensual stimulation. He witnessed sides of Alex that nobody else was privy to.
Like her childish, moody and messy side that she laid bare before Seth's eyes when she got back to the playground. She dropped her shoulders, abandoned all posing, let her head roll backward in a scary angle, and released a deep, long, guttural screech.
"Can you believe this shit, Seth?! That miserable son of a whore sent over a nutcase without saying anything. I wanted a functional human being who can feel humiliation, embarrassment, disgust and fear." She was throwing a proper tantrum, stomping her feet, swinging her arms around, then clinging to Seth's shoulders, whimpering to his chest.
"I deserve a treat, right? I work so hard for all those lost little pricks, to make them feel alive and real and whatnot. How about a little gratitude? Their concern for my well being? … Hell no, I ain't need a man's concern. I must be getting old, going senile and spewing bullshit. Right, Seth?" She asked with a little girl's pout on her face.
She could go on and on for hours with her nonsense, and Seth was willing to listen.
"You deserve more and better than any man could ever give you." He reassured her with a warm smirk on his thick lips.
"You are handling my mood swings way too easily nowadays. Could you act a little bit distressed at least? All my drama is wasted on your bottomless understanding." Chuckled Alex. She stood up straight, slapping his left cheek softly.
"Should I take lessons from Mikey?" Asked Seth.
"Now that would be a sight!" She laughed, "You two should do a satire gig. Now, how should we start? You can choose reward or direction, because you were such a good alpha to our little slut. State your choice!"
"Upside down" he replied without a moment of hesitation. He loved the light-headed feeling, the slightly nauseating high. Not to mention, the harder the rigging was on him, the better reward Alex chose later.
There was no need for further discussion. Alex put a blindfold on Seth, guided him to his position under a massive carabiner hanging from the ceiling, and got to work.
She chose a natural hemp rope set from the thicker type. Thicker was easier on the bunny's skin and flesh, but was harder to tie properly. It wasn't suitable for intricate knots.
However, she wasn't in the mood for anything fancy. She wanted to get Seth in the air as soon as possible to see the blood rush to his face.
She tied his hands behind his back, his wrists laying between the shoulder blades. Then she guided the rope over one of his shoulders, across the chest, around the side and back, going to the front on the opposite side.
A few layers repeated this pattern, creating a sturdy X on the man's chest. Her next target was his hip. As Seth felt the rope covering more and more of his skin, he could guess the result. It was a hogtie variation.
He was suspended by his hip and knees, his belly facing upward, while the knots around his ankles were connected to the elbows behind his back with a longer segment. Most of his body weight was on his shoulders, though.
He was waiting for Alex to dress up his penis in hemp too, and pull it towards the carabiner. It's a classic addition to this suspension for male bunnies.
As if Alex could read his mind, she spoke with fairly laboured breath.
"I'll spare your soft parts. I need them later."
Seth's imagination had run wild in seconds. He got so caught up in his fantasies that his breathing became messy. Before he passed out from hyperventilation, Alex covered his mouth with one palm firmly.
"Easy, boy, easy. Can't have you pass out before the climax, can we?" She asked in a lewd voice, looking straight into his eyes.
"Slow through the nose, hold, out through mouth. Yes, just like that. Once more. Good, you are doing good."
Even upside down, Seth's biggest hurdle was his raging boner. He wanted to get down right then and there, and fuck Alex until her legs gave out. It took all of his self control not to lick and suck her fingers while practically suffocating from the lack of oxygen.
Luckily, at least one of them had a cool head.
When Alex finished suspending, she set the height so that Seth's head was at the middle of her thighs. She took off the white satin dress, and stood right in front of the rigged, blindfolded bunny - completely naked.
"Tell me what you feel." She instructed.
"I feel high and light headed." He replied.
"And?" Alex stepped even closer.
"I hear rope rubbing on rope, and your voice." His boner still intact, he felt a sudden, light touch on his tip.
"Haaah, I feel your hand."
"Are you sure it's my hand?" Asked Alex seductively.
Before Seth could think of anything, she licked his already throbbing dick from base to tip in one motion. She also grabbed Seth's hair, and forced his blindfolded face between her thighs.
Naturally, Seth started breathing in an erratic rhythm again. But, he was dead set on pleasing his Lady before passing out, or ejaculating.
He gathered the remains of his self control, and tried to ignore everything but the juicy, warm wonder at his tongue. He tried to breath and lick and suck at a steady pace, while not going insane with the pure ecstasy in his head.
Alex however, had other plans. She'd choose power and control over a simple orgasm any day.
That day was no exception.
She softly grazed Seth's almost pulsating member with her teeth, finishing him on the spot, and sending his last bit of consciousness to oblivion.