Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 106065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“That’s a good idea,” Greer agreed with a nod. “Add FleshJacks and vibrators to the list of supplies in case the Tops want assistance.”
Reese took notes.
“All right, so…” Colt said. “We inform them of the safeword signal, we cover the water intake speech, and we tell them the scene is over once they get off.”
“Sounds good to me—” Greer stopped and turned to Reese. “We gotta remember to bring up the seating position for the Tops—in the written information, I mean. For instance, with Corey, I might go with a twenty-five-degree incline because kid’s got no fuckin’ gag reflex. But if someone chokes easily, they’re gonna wanna sit up straighter.”
I had a gag reflex. He should check me out eating yogurt.
Shit barely had to touch my tongue before I gagged.
I scratched my nose.
But yeah, total cock slut.
Wait. Maybe I should actually communicate this. “Sir, I have a gag reflex. It just doesn’t apply to cock. Only dairy.”
And soggy vegetables.
Colt coughed around a laugh. “I want that quote on a wall or somethin’. Never change, Corey.”
What? I was supposed to be honest!
Greer dipped down and kissed me on the forehead. “What about water? Does that make you gag easily? How about when you go to the dentist—”
“I was just writing that down,” Reese blurted out. “That’s what we’re gonna use when we go over this with the Tops. They gotta know how their bottoms react when going to the dentist. It’s a good indication how they’ll handle a seat reclinin’ too.”
I peered up at Greer. “I only dislike going to the dentist because he stopped giving me a sticker for a job well done.”
As if only kids wanted stickers and lollipops.
He chuckled. “I’ll let Daddy know. He can give you a sticker instead.”
Oh my gosh, that would make my day!
“I think we’re good to go,” Reese said. “Colt, you wanna share some general tips on mindfucks to add to the scene?”
Up until now, I hadn’t been nervous whatsoever, but now I felt a little bit in my stomach. Greer stripped down to only his boxer briefs, and he turned on the third shower to soak two washcloths.
In the meantime, Colt mentioned a few things that could evoke fear during the scene, such as blindfolds, high humidity, loud music, and, basically, restricting other senses with the bottom. And while he spoke, he handed Shay and me two round stress-ball-looking things. It had to be for the safeword. I gave mine a squeeze, and it both vibrated and gave off a digital beeping sound much louder than a regular squeeze toy.
“I’ll add it to the list,” Reese said. “Greer—far as I know, you’re the only one who has field experience here.”
“Let me clarify and say experience with field training,” Greer replied pointedly, which made Colt and Reese laugh.
It was kinda funny. I patted his arm. “I’m glad you never tortured anyone in the Marines, Papi.”
“Not with waterboarding anyway.”
Welp.
“I don’t know what’s funnier here,” Colt chuckled. “The look on Corey’s face, or the notion that Reese doesn’t have field experience.”
What was wrong with my face?!
Greer laughed at whatever; I didn’t get it, but Shay seemed to find Colt very funny.
“All right, laugh it up.” Reese shook his head in amusement. “Greer, your pro tips on waterboarding mindfucks, thanks.”
“You know, I think I’ll demonstrate,” Greer replied. “So before we begin, boys, we’ll cover safety. Corey, you already tested the safeword ball. Squeeze it if you wanna safeword yellow. We’ll back off and check in with you. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” Shay and I answered.
Shay tested his safeword ball too, to make sure it worked.
I drew a breath and felt the butterflies clear for takeoff in my belly.
“Can you dim the lights, buddy?” Colt asked.
Reese inclined his head and walked over to the door, and he dimmed the lighting about halfway. The brightness became much more comfortable, which I wasn’t sure was a great thing for torture. Or maybe it was. False sense of security and all that.
Gah. And so the mindfucks begin.
“Next is water intake,” Colt went on. “Waterboarding in kink is a simulation much like a rapefuck event. But aside from consent, we make some concessions to remove dangers we don’t wanna fuck around with.”
Greer took it from there. “To prevent getting water into your lungs, your communication here is absolutely vital. Swallowing water is fine, but if you feel like you’re inhaling it, safeword immediately.”
“I promise, Sir,” I said.
“No inhaling water, got it,” Shay confirmed.
“Unfortunately, we gotta ruin the fun for you a little here,” Greer continued. “The bottoms at the event will see us soaking the cloths like you did, Corey, but the truth is that we squeeze most of the water out before we start.”
Oh, sneaky Sadists. It made sense. It definitely cranked up the fear play to see the cloth getting soaked and then hear, “But don’t you dare inhale the water.”