'Good'.
The man sounds satisfied and the young electrician has the sense that he has passed his first test, whatever that was.
'Let's get a couple of things clear. When we arranged to meet we agreed a word you can use if you want to pause. You remember?' The younger man nodded - the preparation had all been thorough. 'Say that word and we stop, for a while if that's what you want, or completely. You can say that at any time. You're clear about that?'
Again, the young man nods. It had all seemed a long way away, sending messages via the site, making plans. Now they were happening it all felt more daunting - but also more thrilling.
'I will call you Boy and you will call me Sir. I'm not interested in you just saying the words mechanically. When you say Sir to me you need to be expressing genuine respect. It's a way for you to be clear that I've taken responsibility for you while you are here and that you want to be obedient to my guidance. You understand that?'
'Yes, sir' replies the young electrician. And then, more firmly, more definitely showing his desire to obey the older man: 'Yes, sir.'
'Good boy.' Again, the younger man feels a small glow of pride at doing things well - at being rewarded by the older man's approval.
'Take off your shoes and socks. Put them neatly in front of you. Don't rush, I don't want you to lose balance with the blindfold on. Go on.'
'Yes, sir.' The young man bends to unlace his work boots. He has to keep himself steady - the older man was right, it is tricky doing this without seeing, but he manages to remove one boot, then the other. Wanting to impress, he folds each sock carefully and places it on top of a boot, working in the darkness to finish the job well.
He stands again, his bare feet now feeling the polished wood of the floor. With his boots and socks off, the young electrician has a strange sensation of both vulnerability and liberation.
In front of him he can sense movement - the young man's senses are becoming hyper-aware as he gets accustomed to the darkness of the blindfold.
'On the floor in front of you is a hood with a hole for your mouth and breathing holes for your nostrils. Kneel down and put it on, and stay on your knees.'
'Yes sir.' The young electrician feels himself becoming eager now. The instructions are clear, the journey has begun. He kneels quickly - grabbing in front of him for the thick silk material of the mask.
'Slowly, Boy. No rushing.'
'Yes, sir. Sorry sir.'
The younger man has trouble adjusting the material of the hood - he can get it over his head but adjusting the mouth and nostril holes in his sightless state is difficult. He feels himself pulling at the material. Every turn seems to make it less effective. He hurries, tugging at the fabric -
'Stop, Boy.' The electrician stops, feeling frustrated - his irritation at not being able to complete the task taking him out of the zone he had entered. Why is he doing all this, on his knees in a strange room with this man? This man who is not quite a stranger, because they have been in contact for some time. And not just making practical arrangements. This older man is someone who knows things about him, his desires, that no-one else knows. Not his girlfriend, not - certainly not - his mates. He shares something with this man that makes them far from strangers. And he wants - needs - something that he believes he can discover. But what's the point of struggling with this fucking bit of material over his head...
'Keep still, Boy. Put your hands down. That's right. Put your arms behind your back and keep them there. Look straight ahead.'
The young electrician does as he is told. He kneels on the wooden floor, bare foot, with both arms behind his back. He senses the older man approaching.
His head is suddenly held. It's a shock to feel the touch and it sends a jolt through the young man's body. But the older man's hands are firm. It feels like he has fingers on both sides of the electrician's forehead, keeping the head still.
'Calm. Let's get you sorted, Boy.' Not roughly, but with efficiency, the older man swivels the fabric of the hood around until the mouth hole is in position.
'Breathe. Good boy. Keep still.' The hood is adjusted - the younger man can feel it being pulled and pressed into place so that it fits around his head. Again, his sensations feel supercharged - with the mouth and nostril holes in place and the clinging material properly fitted, he feels a surge of comfort - this fits. And even though the man's hands have simply been efficient - doing the job of adjusting the hood he could not get into place - the young electrician has an awareness that the touch gave him pleasure. He likes the sense of himself in this man's hands - the confidence and authority that he senses in them. He can feel that pleasure growing between his legs - a surge of sexual arousal. |
. So well written. 
