“Teach me.”
The man grins at this. “Done.”
He holds up a hand and snaps his fingers twice, and out of the dimness across the room, a new man appears, also in jeans and a blindfold. He walks over to you both, apparently by echolocation, and kneels. Chin-length hair covers half of his blindfold. He has broad shoulders and a swimmer’s back, and you realize if you’re supposed to hoist him up --
“Am I – no way –” you say, looking from the new man to the woman overhead.
The dom laughs, shaking his head. “Hanging her took hours -- I’m sure you want to visit other doors. But this will be fast, and he’s ready.”
“Is he?”
“Ask him yourself.”
You kneel and raise his blindfold. His eyes are a dark liquid brown and his lips part as he sees you. “Mistress,” he whispers.
“Why are you here?” you as
