Popularity wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Tommy’s popularity among the Masters who visited the brothel was rising so quickly that he wasn’t sure his body could handle it. Sure, it paid off his debt faster than normal but the price might be too high for him to bear.
Popular is a tale of twisted sex, spying and the consequences of fame. Readers who have issues with dubious consent and mind games should read with caution. Also included in this edition is the first chapter of Sound of Obedience, a tale of love, obedience and finding strength in submission while society expects you to dominate.
By Meyari McFarland
“Very nice bruises,” Meinrad murmured as he moved around Tommy’s body.
The play room was appropriately simple and austere. Meinrad was grateful that Mistress Hong’s people had finally comprehended that he preferred the most basic of environments for his scenes. Good lighting, a solid bed with a sheet and nothing more, plus the best cotton and silk ropes available were all he required.
He smiled approvingly as he tightened the ropes slowly, making small noises of approval or disapproval as the ropes settled into their proper locations. As the room exactly met his specifications so, finally, tonight’s debt slave did as well. Tommy had clearly been hard-used within the last week or so; the bruises on his buttock and thigh had not yet faded from vivid purple to yellow-green. Despite the presumed pain, Tommy stood still for whatever Meinrad ordered.
“Mm-hmm,” Tommy mumbled.
His reply was, of course, severely muffled by the gag that Meinrad had insisted on before they began playing. They were fortunate that Tommy didn’t appear disturbed by being gagged. Meinrad never played with a prostitute who was ungagged. He found their attempts at conversation banal at best and infuriating at worst.
At least at Mistress Hong’s brothels he could demand a boy to be delivered gagged and expect that no one would protest. Several of the other places had rules about how long gags were to remain in place and how long they had to be removed during breaks in longer play sessions.
Meinrad refused to frequent those institutions. Rope bondage took time to do properly. Adjusting the knots so that they were properly restrictive without being harmful while being attractively placed was an effort best performed in silence. Few prostitutes had the calm or self-control to remain quiet while Meinrad worked on restraining them.
So far it looked as though Tommy might be one of the rare ones who handled it well. He hadn’t protested in sound or movement since he’d arrived. In fact, he seemed perfectly calm as Meinrad slowly tied a rope corset around his body, bound his arms behind his back and then created a halter that nicely encased his head.
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