Zia was nothing if not studious. So, when her new life, and more accurately sex life, became a study in bondage, she did her research. She had been scrolling through her phone when she came across in it. The black and white image of a man, obvious attractive, with a well-muscled back, shirtless, on his knees in an apparent dungeon of sorts, head bowed in exhaustion or submission, or both she wasn't sure, hands folded limply down from cuffed wrists attached to ropes pulling his arms out straight to either side and past the edge of the photo. Heat shot to her core as she examined the image, and she knew that she wanted the man to be Phil, and she wanted to be standing behind him.

It had taken her two weeks and one leap of courage to mention it to Seal, one night while he was walking her back to the carriage house and Phil was still busy with Ken finalizing some operations plan. She had been told by Claire, by Miranda, and by Shelly that if she needed help with anything to ask. She wasn't sure how she was going to get her lover bound up like that by herself, especially since she wanted him to feel at least somewhat threatened.

"So, Sean," she started. "I know I've been told that its ok to ask for help when I need it."

"Of course, Z," he answered quickly, "what do you need?"

"Well, I came across this bondage photo a little bit ago," she started.

"Yeah?" he asked, raising an eyebrow gently at her.

"Yeah," She mirrored. "And well, I want to get Phil set up like the guy in the picture."

"Ok," her boyfriend's brother answered, "let me see the photo."

Zia fished her phone out of her back pocket and scrolled through her saved bookmarks and handed it to him.

Seal studied the image. Being set up like that would be hell in the wrong circumstances, and hell that could turn to heaven in the right ones. "Do you want to actually hurt him?" he asked, "or just really make him squirm?"

"Squirm," she answered quickly, "but like, a lot."

"I think we can help you out with that. I'd have to ask Collins and maybe Cin, and oh I don't know, I bet I could get Zackquarius to help. Probably take four of us to wrangle him to make it feel real without anyone getting hurt." He paused. "The wine cellar in the main house would make a good spot. It's been used for stuff like this before. We can install ring bolts on two opposite side walls ahead of time and attach the ropes to those. If you don't want to hurt him, you'll need to keep an eye on his circulation."

"When I first saw the photo, I was thinking that you'd be able to just stand up, but then I realized that if the tension was right, you'd probably be stuck on your knees unable to move."

"Yeah," he agreed "I'm pretty sure if you do it right, he's going to be totally at your mercy. With your arms out like that I don't think you'd be able to get up"

"That's what I want," she admitted.

Sean looked at the picture, sliding the zoom function to get a bit more detail. "You know this would likely be really good for edge play."

"Which is what again?" she asked.

"So, Shelly does it with me sometimes when she wants to switch. It takes some practice. You can do it with girls too, but it works really well with guys, you know the whole obvious sign of orgasm thing. You basically keep getting the guy as close to orgasm as possible but stop just short of getting him there. It's a bit mean and frustrating as all hell if you're the one its being done to; it's also utterly exhausting when it's done right. Shelly's managed a couple of times to keep me like that for hours. When she finally let me cum I was so fucking grateful, I literally would have done anything, and the release and the relief was, let's say overwhelming. I was basically reduced to a puddle. It can be hard to do in practice though, but that doesn't mean you couldn't try. I bet Shelly would give you some tips if you'd want.

It was a week later on a Friday night, that Zia's plan, with Seal, Collins, Cin and Zack's help was set in motion. The four of them had jumped Phil, pulled his t-shirt over his head, and dragged him down the stone steps to the underground wine cellar. Phil struggled against his brother on one arm and his brother's partner Collins on the other. He certainly wasn't fighting for his life, figuring that he was yet again being set up for some little sex game, but he at least wanted to play along with his part. When the two other men particularly dragged him into the cellar, Zackquarius had stepped behind him, pushing the toe of his boot into the back of each of his knees, forcing him to bend to the ground. "Kneel biatch."

Cin had taken a wrist at a time, buckled on a thick black leather cuff, and had pulled each arm straight out tight, parallel to floor with rope attached to the cuff D-rings. Those ropes had been tied tight to metal rings bolted to either side wall, a good ten feet away each. He was stuck fast. He was grateful that they had apparently forced him to kneel over a fatigue mat, so his knees weren't resting on just the stone floor. Once they had him secured, the four of them stood around him, admiring their handiwork. "Come on bro, stand up," his brother taunted. He tried, there was no way.

"Come on, what fifteen, going on twenty years of pararescue and you can't even stand up?" Cin taunted him. "What would Air Force dad think about that?" she mocked him. He tried again. Nope. The mechanics were just all wrong, with his arms pulled straight out to the side like this, as tight as they were, he had no range of movement. He was forced to remain on his knees.

"Ok, well, looks like our work here is done," Collins added. "Come on, Cin, let's go, time to leave the man to his confinement."

"Lights out, buddy," his brother added, as he dropped a black hood over his head. Strangely, that was actually calming. Now he could concentrate on just feeling. The stretch to his arms, the pressure on his knees despite the pad, his inability to do much of anything but submit. And that was what he was going to do, figuring he knew exactly who would be coming into the room next and who was behind this little stunt. If she wanted him on his knees, he was more than willing.

Zackquarius had walked up the stairs first and had already disappeared. Collins was following Seal up with his wife behind him. They were almost back up to the main floor when his eye caught a petite slender pair of legs, wrapped in sleek black fabric, on the way down. At the same time, he heard the click of metal on metal behind him. Shelly was standing above them on the landing with a set of manacles in her hands. "Now boys, you didn't think you were getting out of this Scot free, did you?" she drawled out seductively.

Collins turned around to his own wife, who was at the ready with another pair of leather cuffs and chain. "Up against the wall, boys, one of each side. You should know the drill by now." He looked at his partner as he turned to face the wall to be bound by his wife. Apparently, Phil wasn't going to be the only one getting messed with tonight.