Shuttered Truth

Chapter 7 Leona

On Tuesday morning I was surprised to find Ryan still in my bed when I woke up and so we showered together and then he took the robe they'd wrapped me in last night after the belt spanking to go back to his own house for a change of clothes. I headed to my session with Pavel and he kept giving me strange looks as I cried out each time my tender bottom hit the mat.

I grabbed some breakfast as I was due to video a scene with Weston and Jessica for the new pay per view website we'd be establishing after the opening of the club.

I had the static cameras set up in the suspension play room when they arrived. They both surprised me with hugs and Weston was just about to release me when Ryan joined us.

"I would strongly advise that you put Leona down, this instant," he grumbled but with a softener of amusement in his tone.

"There's no worries here, boss. I'm strictly a one woman man."

"I'm going to begin recording, if that's ok because I'd love to get some footage of how all of this is set up and how you agree what's going to happen or how much is planned and the like," I explained and they agreed readily.

I set the cameras going and then picked up the roving camera and basically followed Weston around.

He began by taking out coil after coil of soft ropes and sorting them on one of the table tops that ran against the wall. Jessica was doing some kind of stretches and yoga poses to have her body supple and ready for manipulation. Before she began to strip down Ryan asked if he could sit in.

Once Jessica was undressed to her underwear which was a soft bra and shorts briefs she sat cross legged on the floor on a soft mat that Weston had laid down for them. I gestured Weston off to one side.

"I'll be moving around the space especially trying to capture Jessica's reactions to what you're doing but if I'm destroying the atmosphere or missing something you see please let me know, ok?"

We approached Jessica together and Weston stripped off his outer shirt so that he wore loose pants, no shoes and a singlet. His long hair was tied back into a pony tail that reached his backside. His skin was tanned but not inked unlike Jessica who had many beautifully colourful tattoos of designs and flowers.

"Jay, present yourself," Weston spoke in a naturally deep tone but he kept it soft yet authoritative. I felt it in my gut and had to concentrate on my camera work and try not to tune into him.

Jessica came up onto her knees, resting her bum on her heels, her hands palm up on her thighs and her gaze centred on the floor between them. Weston walked around her and came up behind her back pressing his lower legs into her and she sighed. He bent and placed his large hand on the top of her head.

He picked up a coil of rope and unravelled it. He crouched behind her again and began wrapping the rope around the top of her right arm. He continued working the rope until he'd fashioned a harness that supported her upper arms, shoulders and upper chest.

Over the next hour or so he tied her up on the floor so that one leg was bent one way and the other another way and her arms were immobilized behind her back. He even made a rope collar around her neck and I watched as he checked that he could run his finger comfortably inside the rope.

He then went to the control panel for the winch and large metal hooks that were hanging down from the steel girders above.

"Leona, you may like to focus on Jay's face as I winch her up. There will be pressures coming to bear on her body that won't have been there on the floor and other pressures will be relieved. The longer she's in this position in suspension the more her body will need to adjust or send out pain signals."

I nodded and moved into position so that I could move in and out as appropriate. Jessica opened her eyes but didn't look directly at the camera so it would seem that the viewer was secretly witnessing.

"Ryan would you work the second winch, please?" Weston asked and Ryan came out of the shadows to join him.

"Do you want a more even lift," he asked picking up the control box. Weston nodded.

"On my mark we'll raise her two feet off the floor...mark."

The winches whirred into action and Jessica grunted as her entire weight landed into the areas of her body where the ropes were being used by the hooks above to suspend her. While Weston would have distributed her weight as evenly as possible there had to be some pressure points. She twirled a little and I moved around with her.

Weston stopped her motion and took her head into his hands. He pressed his forehead to hers and she sighed. They kissed.

When he stepped back he gripped her foot and pushed hard and she began to swing back and forth away and towards us. Her face showed joy and pain at different points it the movement.

Weston stopped her movement again and this time he lowered one of the chains from above through the winch so that her head hung down very close to the floor. He turned her around and landed a few hard slaps to her backside and she yelped with the impacts.

He pressed the controls on the winches and this time he lifted her head until she was hanging completely vertically and all her weight was on the chest harness. Her ribs were stretched and she closed her eyes.

"Jay, eyes on me," he ordered and she immediately opened them and fixed her gaze on him. As she hung there he untied one of her legs but held it still bent. He gestured me in and pointed to the markings of the ropes on Jessica's thigh.

"Go back to her face, please."

When he knew I had the shot he released the rope he was holding and her leg dropped also. The sudden unbending of her knee must have been painful and she cried out. She sought him out with her eyes and he stepped in and massaged her limb.

He worked the winches so that she was lying horizontal in the air but facing the ground. He stood in under her body and ran his hands across any exposed skin. Finally he cupped her pussy with his palm over her underwear and she whimpered.

Again he gestured me in and I came with the camera. He pulled back the crotch of her pants and ran a finger through her folds and came away glistening. Her hips bucked and he chuckled.

He positioned her core directly over his mouth and began to eat her out. I moved around them capturing all of their reactions and interplays and soon Jessica's body was straining against the confines of the ropes in the most glorious orgasm I'd ever witnessed, not that I'd witnessed many. It felt like a privilege for them to allow me to be part of this and capture it for them.

When Weston was satisfied she'd had enough release he spun her around and presented his cock to her mouth. She opened for him and allowed herself to be completely at his mercy. In no time he was coming down her throat.

When it was time to release her he got Ryan to work the second winch again and they laid her gently onto the mat once more. I continued to film as Weston began to undo the ropes and Ryan offered to assist. The two men worked efficiently and soon Jessica was lying on her side on the floor. Weston sat crossed legged close by and stroked her body, her hair, her face until she rolled towards him and held out her arms to him. He lifted her into his lap and she rested her cheek against his chest. They sat like that for a little while and then Jessica raised her head.

"I can't wait to see what you shot, Lee. I've never seen myself suspended so I'm really looking forward to it."

As Weston gathered up all of his ropes and other equipment and ensured that the club equipment was left in good order Jessica got dressed.

We all hugged and I promised to show them the final edit before anything was posted on to the website.

"What did you think?" Ryan asked.

"I'd imagine you have to be quite strong physically to be on either side of that display."

"I trained with Weston. He's very good and fully focused on the reactions of his submissive. It's not a pleasure pain thing really for him but rather does the submissive get what they wanted from the experience."

"I can't imagine what it's like to be suspended. Would you be able to show me?"

"Do you mean suspend you?" he clarified.

"Yes."

He agreed to me recording it and we set the static cameras up to get several angles. He suggested I take off my shoes and my bra but leave my t-shirt and leggings on.

"Stand here with your back to me and try to relax. If any of the ropes are painfully tight, please tell me."

Ryan spent the next fifteen minutes or so making up a similar chest harness to the one Weston just did. The rubbing of the fabric of my t-shirt against my nipples had them peaked and sensitive in no time and I found the sensation of being slowly restricted more and more stimulating.

Ryan attached the hook from the ceiling into the harness at the centre back and went and got the controls. He bent his knees, wrapped his arm around my lower legs and lifted me, supporting all of my weight. Then he pressed the button on the control and the winch wound the chain back in and I began to feel a tug on the harness from the hook.

"I'm going to lower you down so that you'll be suspended just a foot above the floor. When the pressure on your ribcage becomes too much tell me and I'll lower you onto your feet. Understood?"

"Yes, I understand."

Again he bent his knees and slowly I felt the ropes press against my body as the harness took my weight. At first it was fine and I hung there happily but then it began to feel uncomfortable. My breathing changed and Ryan raised his hand to place it on my stomach. We kept eye contact with each other but suddenly it was too much and I closed my eyes.

"I'm bringing you down on the count of ten, ok?"

"Yes," I panted out and he began counting backwards from ten and then he pressed the lower button and I began to descend. The relief that I felt as my feet landed on the floor was welcome but my legs were like jelly and so Ryan took hold of the harness and gently eased me down until I was kneeling with my bottom resting on my heels. I bent forward and lowered my head to the floor going into the yoga pose of the child.

"Just breathe..." Ryan crooned as he worked to untie me as quickly as possible. I cried out a little as the blood rushed back to places where the ropes had been the tightest. Once I was free of the ropes he lifted me into his arms and crossed to one of the couches. He sat down and cradled me in his lap.

"Ryan," I whispered, and he bent his head closer to hear me, "I need to..."

"Tell me Leona, tell me what you need, sweetheart."

"I need to come, please."

The smile that crossed his face brightened everything and his eyes sparkled.

"That I can definitely help with."

The leggings made it easy for him to slip is hand inside and find my juiced up sex. He worked magic with his fingers and I clung to his upper body, burying my face into the crook of his neck to save my embarrassment from showing at how quickly he was going to be able to get me off. I screamed my relief into his skin and his chuckle rumbled through his chest sending delicious vibrations through my body.

I lifted my head and kissed him. I knew they'd declared their love for me and I hadn't been sure but slowly they were creeping into my heart and laying claim to it. What that meant for the future I couldn't say but for now I was going to treasure every second.