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I don't usually go to the club proper during the week, just using the playroom once or twice a week with Owen, but Frankie puts on specialist nights and tonight it's suspension, so he's asked me to do a scene with Owen, who's as excited as a puppy. We've been practicing suspension more and I'll be hanging him vertically for the demonstration, so he already has the thick, padded cuffs fastened around his delicate wrists.

We're not on yet, so I approach Frankie, pulling him into a hug. Slightly to my surprise, Ellis is with him tonight. Surprise, because I know Ellis hasn't been to the club since he began his non-submissive journey more than two weeks ago. The most recent session we had was another success, and the two of them seem more and more comfortable around each other every day, although Ellis did complain that vanilla sex was not his favorite flavor.

I decide to push it a little and when he approaches to greet me, I pull him into hug as I would with any of my friends. Frankie's eyes flash in annoyance, but he holds his temper.

"Ellis, it's good to see you."

"You too, Gray," at least he seems comfortable using my name now.

"How are you feeling, being in the club?"

"A bit weird, to be honest. I think I'd be more comfortable in the submissive role here. At least I know what's expected of me then. I know I'm Suzu's sub, but without being able to demonstrate that I'm feeling like a bit of a spare part now."

"Well, it's fine that you come to an understanding about yourself. That's the point of this entire exercise."

Ellis nods happily and goes to sit, cradling a glass of bourbon. When Frankie sits next to him, Ellis gravitates to his side, cuddling into him, and Frankie hugs him to his body.

With it being a specialist show, we're in the main private showroom, which is dimly lit, one may go so far as to suggest romantically so. There are a lot of people in the audience, Doms and their subs, a few solo ones too, who Frankie gave permission to attend because they're looking to upskill. The stage, however, is not dimly lit, though the lights are angled so expertly that they cast illumination on the situation without blinding the performers.

Despite that, I blindfold Owen, because he enjoys that when he's in suspension, as it increases the sense of surrealism and makes the sub space more intense. Owen is facing the audience, wearing black shorts, and I feel him begin to relax when the blindfold goes on. He was nervous, as this is the first time we've done a scene in front of so many, and the first time we've done a demo. He's conscious that this is a demonstration of skill, not simply eroticism, and I know he wants to do a really good job for me.

As I guide his arms, he obediently raises them above his head and I separate them, connecting each thick suspension cuff to a heavy chain that hangs from either side of the ceiling beam. Separating his arms improves the distribution, meaning he'll be able to stay up for longer without damaging his delicate wrists and shoulders.

I slide his shorts down, revealing his already excited cock, bobbing against his stomach. I have to be careful as I plan to take him to orgasm, though I won't be having sex with him, as it is likely to be too much for his wrists in the position he'll be in. In order to aid that, and further improve the distribution of weight, I bind soft bondage rope around each thigh, lifting them in turn and attaching the ends of the rope to the chains, almost putting him in a seated position, with his legs spread wide.

I increase the stretch by cuffing his slender ankles and adding rope there too, pulling his limber legs almost into a split, which looks incredible, before turning the winch that smoothly raises the ceiling beam.

He isn't very far off the ground, his face now level with mine, and I softly kiss his pink lips.

"You're doing great, Bunny."

"Thank you, Master," he murmurs, and I know he's already falling into the zone, ready to simply embrace the things that will happen to his eager body.

Now he's suspended, it's time to play, and I pass a suede flogger over his body, dropping the tiny gentle pinpricks of connection everywhere, over his shoulders, his collarbone, his chest and stomach, before returning behind him and working over his lower back and ass, until his whole upper body is lightly pink and he's panting in arousal, tiny meeps escaping his throat.

I keep whispering words of encouragement, he really is doing a great job, his head lightly resting against his restrained arm as he breathes through the sensations. I take a plug from the table behind me, applying lube generously and scooping more onto my fingers, which I work inside him. He's excited by that, slightly lifting himself by clinging to the chain, demanding more.

"Greedy Bunny," I whisper, "you want more?"

"Please, Master, please."

I take the glass plug, not too big but shaped to press firmly against his prostate when it's fully inserted, and slowly twist it back and forth inside him, forcing a curse from him, which I'll punish him for later. Not because I have an issue with swearing from my subs, in fact I quite like it when I've sent them so wild the only words they can find are curse words, but because we'd agreed, because he's looking for a Daddy, who often don't allow swearing, that it would be something he'd get punished for.

I whisper that to him now, sucking his soft earlobe between my teeth, and his moan makes me wonder if he did it on purpose just to get punished.

He's close now, both to release and to needing to be let down for the sake of his wrists, so I take a Wartenberg pinwheel from the table, rolling it over his inner thighs, causing shudders of delight to run through him, pressing my body firmly into his back to give him something to relax against to ensure he feels safe and can let go. I grasp his cock with my other hand, as I continue to run the pinwheel over his skin, pressing into the embedded plug with my hip, bringing him to completion with a long moan as I whisper for him to come for me. I aim his release at his chest, knowing the audience will appreciate the sight of his creamy cum coating his smooth torso.

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