Fox lay on the black leather covered padded table, arms stretched above his head, eyes closed. He breathed deeply, relaxed and comfortable. The room was warm, silent except for the sounds of breathing and the occasional sound from Fox.   Walter’s hands moved almost without thinking. ‘Leather cuffs, short chains, stretching your arms.’   Fox felt the cold hard leather, soft from years of use but still always making him shiver as they were fastened, the stretch in his shoulders as they were fastened making him squirm slightly until he became accustomed to the familiar position.   Walter’s hands moved down, briefly ghosting over Fox’s chest, carefully avoiding the nipples. ‘Chest strap. Black rubber.’   Fox sighed, taking shallower breaths as the heavy wide strap crossed over his upper chest, constricting his ribcage just enough for the sensation to be the right side of uncomfortable.   Walter’s touch next fell on Fox’s toned thighs, again carefully avoiding the insides of the pale well-muscled limbs, barely touching the pale flesh as he worked.   ‘Thigh straps. The brown leather.’ For some reason, the rubber straps which caused no problem on any other part of Fox’s body left him with an itchy rash the first time they used them on his thighs.   Fox relaxed, realizing he had been holding his breath, wondering if Walter would remember the problem with the straps. Walter smiled, shaking his head briefly as he watched Fox’s reaction to his words. One of the reasons they enjoyed their sessions in the basement so much was that Walter never, ever needed telling something twice.   ‘Ready Fox?’   Fox took as deep breath as he could, then nodded slightly. ‘Mmm.’   One thing which still surprised Walter was that Fox seemed to lose the ability to form coherent speech when he was deep in a scene.   Without making Fox wait, Walter began to complete their preparations. Fox turned his head and swallowed hard seeing the inflatable gag, the thick black rubber blindfold and the soft rubber earplugs.   Fox’s soft whimper stopped Walter and he turned, resting his hand on Fox’s shoulder. ‘Fox? Safeword?’   Fox shook his head slightly. ‘Nnn.’   Walter kept his eyes fixed on Fox’s trusting hazel eyes, bright with anxiety, wondering if Fox really enjoyed their sessions as much as he claimed to. He folded Fox’s hand around the small plastic personal alarm, pressing his thumb against the trigger button, making sure Fox felt safe before returning his attentions to the items on the small shelf beside the table.   ‘Gag Fox. Open.’   Fox opened his mouth obediently, instinctively switching from breathing through his mouth to taking air in through his nose as Walter stroked his cheek gently.   Walter smiled down as Fox leaned slightly into the gentle caress.   ‘Blindfold Fox. Close your eyes now.’   Fox knew the sensation of leaving his eyes open as the heavy rubber touched his eyelashes was something he hated, but, deep in the scene, he was grateful for Walter’s reminder.   Taking Fox’s earlobe firmly, not wanting to tickle, Walter said gently: ‘Earplugs Fox. Remember your alarm.’   He felt Fox’s arm flex slightly, his hand moving as his fingers moved around the small black plastic rectangular box he held.   Fox lay still, his chest hardly moving as he breathed.   Walter knew to start slowly. In such complete sensory isolation, Fox needed to work up to their usual intensity of scene.   He also knew not to touch Fox suddenly. Some months earlier, Fox had almost dislocated his shoulder jerking when Walter had touched him without warning.   Walter picked up a miniature plastic clothespin, scraping his hand along the edge of the couch, letting Fox feel the vibration. He lifted the small plastic clip and spent a brief moment deciding where to place it. Knowing Fox would only tolerate a short scene of such intensity,, he opened the two halves and let it close on the soft flesh of Fox’s exposed arm, just above his armpit.   Fox yelped softly, knowing a second similar sharp pain would follow and was prepared for it when, seconds later, it did.   Walter brought the box of clips from the shelf and set it on the side of the couch, knowing Fox couldn’t dislodge it in his present situation. One after the other, he opened the clips, decorating Fox’s sides, chest and belly with the sharply-pinching plastic clips.   Fox moaned softly with each fresh pinch, wriggling as the clips descended further down his torso. Taking this as a signal, Walter replaced the box on the shelf and bent quickly in front of a cupboard, bringing out the miniature computer vacuum Fox had decided they just *had* to have a few months earlier. Quickly bored with the use for which it was intended, Walter had tested it and decided it had a much more interesting use. Particularly on ‘blow’ rather than ‘suck’. Although that had proved…stimulating too.   Fox whimpered softly as Walter stroked his nipples gently with the brush, leaving the vacuum turned off, building the sensations slowly. Fox’s cheeks trailed with tears as he sensed the direction Walter was taking their session.   Briefly, Walter’s hand closed on Fox’s, reminding him of the device he had yet to use to stop a scene, but which was easily used if Fox felt the need to do so.   Walter flicked the switch, turning the machine on low, a draught of cold air flowing through the brush. He played it across Fox’s nipples, smiling at the instant reaction, trailing it down, pausing briefly to brush the inside of Fox’s belly button, making a mental note of the intensity of Fox’s reaction to that particular sensation. Fox jerked, the sound of surprise and arousal coming from deep inside his body.   Reaching the soft nest of dark hair, Walter immediately switched the vacuum to suck, taking his time to pull on the wiry hair, enjoying Fox’s reaction as much as Fox seemed to be enjoying the sensation. As he moved down, Walter sensed instantly Fox’s anxiety in the subtle signals he was so tuned to. He switched the machine to blow and Fox’s muscles relaxed instantly, telling Walter Fox was unsure of the new experience, and needed to try it when he was in less intensive bondage. He squirmed and whimpered softly for the few seconds Walter played the cool air flow over his most sensitive flesh.   Sensing Fox’s stress, Walter lay the vacuum down and began to remove the clips. Taking the box from Fox’s hand, signaling the session was over, Walter stroked Fox’s cheek gently. ‘End Fox.’   Fox opened his eyes slowly, lifting himself up. ‘Ohhh…’   Fox wobbled slightly, limbs still trembling. ‘Thank you.’   Walter sat behind him, supporting Fox as he came back to reality.   ‘How was that?’   Fox leaned against Walter, his voice soft, tired. ‘I could really feel everything. The cuffs, the…’   Walter smiled and reached over Fox’s shoulders, holding him close against his chest. ‘The straps on your legs.’   ‘You remembered.’   Walter chuckled. ‘You’re not the only one with a good memory Fox. I don’t forget the important things.’   Embarrassed, Fox squirmed in Walter’s strong grip. ‘Sorry.’   Walter hugged Fox tightly, releasing him when Fox complained. ‘You forget I have to breathe?’   Walter chuckled and the sound and vibration reverberated through Fox’s body.   Walter stood up. ‘You rest for a while. I’ll make dinner.’   Fox sighed happily and lay back down. ‘Okay.’   Walter unfolded a blanket from a cupboard and covered Fox with the soft warmth. He stroked Fox’s forehead. ‘My Fox.’   Sleepily, eyes half closed, Fox murmured: ‘Always.’   End