Little Boy Blue

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The sweat was oozing down his forehead, creeping into his eyes. It was incredibly hot in the Zentai suit and his discomfort was increasing by the second. What had started out as a tantalizing, transgressive game was now becoming unpleasant and unnerving.

He shook his head to dislodge the sweat, but only succeeded in making himself feel dizzy. His heart was racing and the clinging material of the suit was making it hard to breathe. For a moment, he thought he might faint, something he’d never done before. That could be disastrous in a BDSM situation, so gathering himself he said:

‘Liberty.’

This was their safe word, but his voice was cracked and his resulting call weak. He wasn’t surprised she hadn’t heard it, so he said it again, louder this time.

‘Liberty.’

Still nothing. He knew she was still here – he could hear her moving. So why wasn’t she responding? It wasn’t done to tease someone in this situation. If you heard the word, you stopped everything.

‘Liberty,’ he screamed, fear suddenly getting the better of him.

He heard her moving towards him now and tears sprang to his eyes. He was still furious with her, but if she let him go now, then… He heard something tearing now. What was that? Was she cutting him out of this suit? Cutting his bonds? Then suddenly he felt something strike his face. He jumped, shocked by the impact, and too late realized what was happening. The tearing sound had been her ripping off some duct tape – tape which she had just stuck over his mouth.

‘Let me go.’

He bellowed the words, but the tape held, muting his cry.

‘I’d love to, sweetheart, but we’ve only just begun.’

The last word was said with such emphasis that for a second Max thought he was going to vomit. Fear now mastered him completely – he suddenly realized that he had made a terrible mistake in playing her games and that because of this misjudgement he was about to die.