Stephen's Point Of View
Stephen was telling half truths. Ever since Mizuyuki's face lit up with arousal and curiosity looking over the contract in his hands.
'He really is an entertaining guy.'
Stephen smirked to himself. Mizuyuki's mouth may not agree but his body was honest to a fault. He couldn't hide anything, he'd definitely be terrible at lying. He had never seen a person who expressed their feelings and emotions so openly with their face and body.
Stephen was practically chomping at the bit to have him underneath him, crying in absolute pleasure. Mizuyuki couldn't see the white-knuckled grip he had on the arms of his chair, but with every checkmark and question mark Stephen felt his rational sanity slip.
Mizuyuki diligently went through the contract line for line, filling out his initials when necessary, pausing to contemplate toys and accessories. When it got to the bondage portion Stephen glanced to his right trying not to look so obvious.
After hearing a little about Mizuyuki's past he had told himself he would never push Mizuyuki to allow him to restrain or restrict his movements. The last thing he wanted was to sour the moment with undue traumas or tear open a PTSD wound. So he found himself unable to hold back his surprise when he heard Mizuyuki clear his throat and ask questions.
"Um...h-how thick are the ropes? C-can I still get out of the c-cuffs without a key? Similar to t-toy handcuffs? Also w-what is suspension play?" He asked on a shaky breath.
'And honestly fuck me for not recording these moments. I think I'm about to hit my limit for inadvertent cuteness from this guy. Seriously give me a break. Cut me some slack kid would ya? At this point my cock will bust the seem of my pants.'
Stephen couldn't help but slowly rake a hand through his hair trying to calm himself down. Mizu looked entirely interested in trying it all.
Opening a drawer at his desk he pulled out 3 neatly bundled locks of rope. All in varying thickness and texture. One made of satin material braided together to form a thin tight rope. One of a velvet material similar to VIP rope but not as thick. Lastly a soft yet firm wicker rope that was thick enough to also be used as a gag.
"These are the rope styles. Look them over for a bit. I'll be right back, if you don't like one or all of them then place them to your left. If they are to your liking then place them on your right." Stephen said, headed towards an inner room and disappearing from sight.
A few moments later Stephen re-emerge with 3 sets of handcuffs in his hand. Much to his surprise all three types of rope where placed to Mizuyuki's right.
'Well now. Color me impressed, I don't know if I should take this as in he trusts me enough, or that he's just blind to his own triggers.'
Stephen sat back down in his chair and held out all three cuffs for Mizuyuki to see. One was a basic metal set, much like the standard issue that police carry, except they had the breakaway feature Mizuyuki inquired about. The second were a pair of fuzzy play cuffs, that also had a breakaway feature.
The last one was a bit of his more extreme set, that had leather fitted belts connected by a thick chain with no way out, without the master's approval.
"Same rules apply," Stephen went on to explain them, "No's to the left. Yes's to the right."
Mizuyuki tried on each cuff, and Stephen had to admit he was rather pissed if he missed Mizuyuki examine the ropes in such a way.
Once Mizuyuki got to the third, and final set he paused. Though binding wasn't a hard rule he wanted, he had to admit he was rather hoping Mizuyuki would agree to all of them, especially the 3rd set.
Mizuyuki, finally done with his thorough examination placed all three cuffs to his right, and Stephen let out a slow breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
"And t-the suspension p-play?" Mizuyuki asked.
Stephen briefly paused, "Well that...I'd have to show you better than I could explain it to you. Though I can say it is exactly how it sounds."
Mizuyuki just nodded his head and placed a question mark beside the line. From what Stephen could tell there wasn't much he was staunchly against. The only hard passes he could perceive where wooden floggers, chain constriction, and cock cages.
'I can certainly live with these restrictions.'
When Mizuyuki got to the bottom of the last page, he had to come up with a safeword. He looked to be lost in thought, but the more it drug on the more red his face and neck became.
Finally after much deliberation he hastily scribbled a word, then flipped the pages back to the cover page, and handed it to Stephen.
Without wasting time Stephen got right to reading over the contract, "Once I'm done reading over your contract we can proceed. Use this time to decide if you don't mind starting tonight, or would rather begin another night. Also go give Todd a proof of life sign. I'd much rather not let him blow my brains out before we even get to have our fun." Stephen said, with a wink over the top of the contract in his hands.
He heard Mizuyuki utter a soft, "Right," and then excuse himself.
A part of Stephen was curious if he would indeed start tonight. The contract was beyond his wildest imaginings for the baby Sub he stumbled upon. However, Mizuyuki once again proved he was indeed an entertaining guy.
'This might just end up being too much fun.'
Stephen thought, as he felt his sadistic impulses rage inside.