"Um. I know I said I like being hurt and all but... Knocking my toes on the walls and furniture is not exactly getting me off." Frank muttered as he squinted into the black blindfold Gerard had wrapped around his eyes.

"My apologies, boy." Gerard chuckled as he held Frank's hand in his and led him down the hallway from his bedroom, turning somewhat when he was stopped, stumbling on the spot when the blindfold was unfastened.

"I can see your room from here." Frank squinted as he looked down the corridor, "Why did you blindfold me?"

"For effect." Gerard chuckled, "I would have kept it on but you have something to do for me."

"I do?" Frank frowned and Gerard looked at the closed door in front of them and Frank realized, letting out a small 'oh' when he stepped up and opened the door, stepping aside to let his Master into the room before he followed.

Gerard reached over, flicking the lights on, the mixture of dim yellow lighting and bright red lights lit up the room and Frank took in what was in front of him, sucking in a breath as his stomach flipped over, "Welcome, pup... This is all yours."

"Wh..." Frank muttered, his eyes first landing on the large black wooden 'X' in the corner on a short pedestal and he walked up to it, ignoring everything else for the moment because he knew he would have Gerard explaining them all to him, "Sir?"

"This is a Saint Andrew's Cross, boy." Gerard muttered as he stood beside Frank, "It's the cross you asked about. You get tied to it, remember?"

"Fuck." Frank whispered and looked just behind it to a set of three mirrors that were covered in hooks, each hook hanging some sort of harnessing. Frank saw different colored lengths of rope and black leather cuffs and metal shackles and what he figured were body harnesses.

A few feet beside it on the right was a bed, the frame was black metal, four-poster with railings and banisters. There were pulleys on either bottom end with chains attached, ropes hooked to the chains with black leather cuffs hanging from the end. The cuffs were wrapped around the posters and pushed aside and out of the way until use was imminent. The mattress was covered in black sheets, no blankets although it was covered in black and burgundy pillows. At the foot of the bed was a red studded leather footstool, ankle straps in the front of it, and wrist cuffs leading to it from the bed's end posters. Frank was astounded at it all, noticing the head of the bed had a metal beam, three round holes cut into it resembling olden-day stocks.

It was when Frank tilted his head that he noticed it, the bottom of the bed was not a base mattress, the bottom of the bed was part of the frame, it also had a side to it with a latch and Frank realized that it was not decorative bars all the way around... it was a cage.

"Cage?" Frank asked curiously, looking up at his Master as he kept his hands behind his back.

"That's for you if you misbehave." Gerard replied simply, looking at it, "That's where you sleep or if I put you in a timeout. That's a laying timeout, you lay under there until I let you out. Indefinitely."

"Oh, my God," Frank whispered, swallowing hard. He walked up to the bed and put his hand on it, noticing a lengthwise mirror on the wooden-paneled wall. Then he noticed the walls around him were all large squares of wood in different colors. In any other circumstance, Frank would have found the wooden walls cheap and tacky but here, in this room... It was beautiful and it added to the room's ambiance. Frank looked down at the wooden-paneled floor and the red and beige Persian carpet that stood in the middle, taking up most of the middle of the floor. It stood out and fitted the room at the same time, positively screaming 'Gerard' in every way. The next thing that caught Frank's attention was a black metal-framed glass cabinet that took up most of the wall beside the bed, four shelves within it, each long shelf holding a different type of prop. The top shelf was filled with vibrators and dildos of various colors and shapes and sizes. Beside it was different kinds of lubes and creams to boot.

The second shelf held what Frank remembered to be buttplugs of different sizes and materials along with a few different rings in silicone and metal that Frank frowned at, not quite sure what they were. Frank bent down, crouching to look at the third shelf, instantly feeling his stomach jump up into his throat and power kick his Adam's apple. The third shelf was littered neatly with mannequin heads that seemed to model different types of gags and Frank couldn't help but thank that the heads were plain and featureless, each gag completely different from the other that he didn't understand- all sleek and absolutely breathtaking.

"There are so many," Frank whispered.

"There are eleven, boy." Gerard crouched down beside his submissive, "Each one with a different purpose. Like this first one."

Frank looked at the plain black gag with a black ball in the middle, the only one he recognized, "Oh?"

"That's a ballgag, made usually of rubber or silicone, the ball stretching your mouth as it goes behind your teeth to silence you, distort your features, or to induce excessive drooling. Not that you need any help with that latter fact, spit monster."

"Wow." Frank blushed profusely and looked away from Gerard's smug smile. He looked at the next gag that Gerard had pointed to, a similar-looking one where the only difference being that there were holes in the ball of the gag, "And that one, sir?"

"That's a wiffle gag. It's simple plastic rather than silicone, and it's a safer one usually used by beginners because it doesn't restrict airflow." Gerard chuckled at Frank's widened eyes.

"It looks like... A lot of spit would get in there." Frank bit his lip and Gerard nodded gravely, feigning stoic-like intensity.

"Afraid so. Very messy." Gerard replied, "But very, very enticing."

"N-Next one..." Frank whispered as he looked away from Gerard's stern gaze.

"Next one is this. It's called a 'bit'." Gerard pointed to the next gag that reminded Frank of a horse's bridle, "It goes around your head and you bite on that lengthy bar, the leather reins go around your head."

"Like a horse." Frank pursed his lips, "Thought we didn't like the pony play, sir?"

"It isn't used exclusively in pony play." Gerard replied with a simple chuckle, pointing at the next one, "That's just a red piece of scarf to tie around your mouth to bite on, nothing fancy. Although the formal name for it is a cleave."

"Cleave." Frank nodded, "Gotcha, sir."

"Next is this one, boy." Gerard pointed to a very strappy looking one, "That is a harness gag. The gag goes into your mouth with these many straps that go over the face and around the neck."

"And this knotted rope?" Frank asked, eyeing the black rope that was knotted in the middle with pieces that ran lengthwise into loops.

"Also a gag. The knot goes into your mouth as a gag." Gerard shrugged, "A makeshift gag."

"It's... Pretty somehow." Frank's head tilted to the side, eyeing the thickly-knotted cords, "What's next?"

"The next one, as scary as it is, is a 'Whitehead' or 'Jennings' gag." Frank stared at the leather straps with the metal curling sides in the middle, "The gag cranks your mouth open and stretches it sideways. It allows for unlimited mouth access and completely intelligible coherency but does little to silence the submissive."

"Jesus." Frank whispered, "What's that next one?"

"A mouth corset." Gerard nodded, "A mouth corset is a type of neck corset that covers both the neck and the mouth. Incorporating a gag into a neck corset presents a few safety issues, for example, should the wearer begin to choke, it is not easy to remove the gag quickly. For this reason, boy, most mouth corsets use a simple muzzle gag that merely covers the mouth and does not force anything into the mouth, thus minimizing the risk. Despite not forcing anything into the mouth, mouth corsets are usually very effective in gagging the victim due to the fact that the chin piece prevents the wearer from opening their mouth and dislodging the gag and the lacing at the back of the corset holds the gag tightly against the mouth making a very effective seal. Also, the cheeks are compressed which makes it even harder."

"My God, what's it made of?" Frank eyed the lengthy gag.

"Leather or latex." Gerard shrugged, "This specific one is latex."

"It's so pretty..." Frank whispered softly, reaching out to touch the cabinet but he stopped, realizing he didn't want to touch the pretty glass and that he didn't have permission. He put his hand back where it was and looked at the next gag, "This one?"

"Mouthguard." Gerard nodded as Frank noticed how different it was to the harness one he had seen before except that it had no guard and it had a mouth covering, the same black straps and harnessing, "This gag has two mouthguards, similar to those worn by football and hockey players. One rests on the lower teeth of the wearer while the other is against the top. Again, like sports mouthguards, these mouthguards can be softened in boiling water to fit the mouth of the wearer. The mouthguards are attached to a front faceplate, like most plug gags, and straps from the front to the back."

"Wow." Frank leaned in, "I love it... But, that one's the same?"

"It's not." Gerard replied, "That's a muzzle."

"But... Sir-"

"Look there, boy," Gerard leaned in, "They are similar except this one doesn't have a mouthpiece to bite on and it has fewer straps. This one merely covers the mouth, called an OTM, or 'over the mouth' gag. Only that they are usually made of leather, are fastened around the head with buckles and straps, and cover the lower part of the face."

"Oh..." Frank trailed off, looking at the gag, "It's... Wow."

"This next one is called a 'ring gag'. Very similar to the ball gag in that it goes behind the teeth but instead of a ball, it has that large metal ring to keep your mouth open... Whether you want it or not." Gerard smirked slightly and Frank went pink as the image ran through his head.

"Oh- Oh my God, what the hell is that last one?" Frank whimpered as he leaned in, looking at the last gag that was similar to the ring gag except for the three prongs on each side of the ring.

"A spider gag." Gerard replied, "It's also called a second-generation gag, boy. The ring has hooks on the sides so as to keep the wearer from flipping the ring horizontally in their mouth. Unlike the ring gag which can be easily flipped, a spider gag is essentially functional and non-decorative. Generally, these gags have interchangeable rings so as to accommodate both the wearers' mouth and the size of any object that might be inserted through the ring."

"I-Inserted..." Frank went bright pink in the face and Gerard let out a low chuckle as he straightened up, standing beside his submissive who was still crouching despite his feet and knees starting to ache. Frank turned his head and looked down at the last shelf, whimpering softly at the miscellaneous types of props. He saw different types of tape, different types of clamps, and weights. Frank withheld the urge to moan as he stood up and he looked at Gerard who was standing in the door to his right.

"Would you like to explore the other side of your playroom, boy?" Gerard gestured with a hand to the left side of the room that Frank hadn't looked at yet, the left side of the cross. Frank crossed Gerard and walked up to the cross when he saw another similar mirrored shelf that was hanging with more crops and black paddles that were hanging neatly in order. Frank stepped aside and swallowed, stepping back as he looked at the leather-studded sex swing with a low bucketed seat hanging from the ceiling with a leg harness chained to it, the thick steel chains were intimidating to Frank, making his stomach churn and his neck hair prickle.

"Oh, my God." He whispered, looking over at Gerard, "Oh... My sweet God."

"Like it?"

"Jesus fuck..." Frank whispered as he ran a hand over the chains.

"The chair part can be removed, the chains are permanent. You can hang other things on there, too." Gerard replied simply, leaning against the door.

"Like?"

"Like I can heighten those chains and hang you from them." Gerard shrugged and Frank looked at it, whimpering, "I could hang you upside down from it, harness you up in it before I do awfully immoral and impurrient things to you, pup."

"I-" Frank's throat went dry as he stepped from the swing and looked at the large black chair in the corner with ankle and wrist straps. He smiled at it and looked at the odd prop beside it with its black frame and red leather, "This is...?"

"A sawhorse, boy." Gerard walked over and touched the top of it, the top lengthy base accompanied by two other, smaller rests, each with a thick ankle strap that angled down to the ground.

"Oh... This is a sawhorse." Frank whispered, the idea of sitting on it had him aching. He bit on his bottom lip and tore his gaze from it to the last thing in the room, a red velvet-lined cabinet that was mounted to the wall with a vast array of collars within it, each velvet mount held two collars except for the bottom collar that was exceptionally large. The bottom of the display held different tags that had yet to be engraved.

"Why so many collars, sir?" Frank asked as Gerard walked over, smiling at the black collars.

"Each of the thirteen collars has a different function and time for usage, pup."

"Can- Sir, do I get to know each one?" Frank looked at his Master and at the collars.

"Of course, boy." Gerard smiled, "Where do you want me to start, boy?"

"Bottom?" Frank offered with a shrug, looking at the thick-length collar in black with a small silver attachment and a tiny ring that Frank assumed to be for a leash or chain.

"That's a posture collar." Gerard stated simply, "A posture collar is generally made of a rigid material, like this one is made of leather, Frank. And some may also contain corset-style boning and straps for purposes of Breath play. The collar is contoured to fit the shoulders and the jawline, and stops the head turning or looking up or down. This causes increased levels of bondage and may also be used to train the submissive to have better posture through conditioning."

"It looks super uncomfortable." Frank commented with a small chuckle, "Although, I think that's the point. Right, sir?"

"Yes, boy." Gerard nodded, "The one above it on the right is called a 'classic collar'. A classic permanent collar is a black leather strap worn snugly around the neck of the submissive, usually made of the uppermost portion of the back hide of a bull. Seeing as it's tougher leather. It will have one O-ring on the front of the collar and include a locking mechanism in the rear such as buckles, straps and hooks, padlocks, and other attachments. This collar has the O-ring here, like the ring gag, boy."

"I love it." Frank muttered, "Next is?"

"That's called a 'modern collar'." Gerard replied as Frank eyed the collar next to the classic, swallowing at the tarnished metal with it's locking mechanism, "Modern permanent collars are often made of lightweight metals and heavy-duty locking mechanisms which is some cases cannot be easily removed, and are preferably non-conductive should the submissive wish to engage in any sort of Electrical play. Modern collars often come in Flat style like this one, generally a rigid circle. The other style would be Turian Style- anatomically contoured for ergonomic purposes, I might add. These collars are commonly associated with Gorian Traditions. Remember we spoke about Gor?"

"The alternate BDSM thing? From the book?" Frank asked with a frown as Gerard nodded, "I see, sir."

"Above that," Gerard pointed to the thinner chain collar that made Frank smile, "That's a simple collar. A simple collar consists of a padlocked chain, that I haven't added yet. Oftentimes, these collars can be cumbersome if worn for extensive periods of time and are generally not the wisest choice for heavy Scene play. I think you can see why."

"Looks like it'll chafe," Frank muttered, eyeing the chain collar before looking at the next one.

"See, now, this isn't a specific collar," Gerard cleared his throat as he pointed to what looked like a leather bracelet and a dog tag beside it and the simple silver ring on the end, "Some that practice the lifestyle may not utilize collars at all as symbols of power exchange but may use tattoos, scars or brands, cuffs, anklets, belly chains, dog tags, chastity devices, wedding or slave rings, or some other symbolism, or even no physical symbol at all. Exact symbols may be as personal or impersonal as the Dominant desires. I've given you three options for public-wear, boy."

"Oh, wow..." Frank looked at them, "So, for like, work and stuff, right?"

"Exactly, boy." Gerard smiled and Frank looked at the bracelet with a smile before he cringed slightly, remembering the pumpkin bracelet that Ryan had given him. He straightened up and looked away.

"I'll decide later," Frank whispered, hoping that Gerard wouldn't notice.

"Are you okay?" Gerard asked and Frank withheld a sigh because, of course, Gerard had noticed.

"I'm fine, sir." Frank nodded, "Just... Yeah, I don't know. I'll think about it."

"Frank...?" Gerard eyed his submissive, raising an eyebrow, "What?"

"Not now, please, sir." Frank shook his head, "I don't wanna ruin this."

"Alright." Gerard straightened up courteously, "I will remember."

"I know." Frank nodded, "What's this next collar, sir?"

"This next one is a play collar. A 'play collar' is generally a wide leather collar with soft padding or materials to cushion the interior, often with several D-rings or O-rings for easy connection to bondage points or leashes. A play collar is generally donned for the purposes of power exchange within a single scene, or traded for a collar that is less durable during heavy Scene play. And don't worry, not just pet play, boy. Any play."

Frank looked at the red double-leather collar with the silver studs and rings around it and he pursed his lips, "I really like that one."

"I thought you might." Gerard chuckled, "Next to that one is similar to an alternate collar, but it's known as a 'day collar'. A day collar is a collar that is usually some form of jewelry that can pass as an inconspicuous necklace that can be easily worn for professional or other social purposes without drawing attention to the submissive and can serve as a daily reminder of the relationship even when in places that flaunting such relationship statuses might otherwise be inappropriate. So I merely got a simple silver chain for you and any of those pendants at the bottom can be fitted onto it. Any of your, or my, choice."

"I like that." Frank smiled brightly, eyeing the dark silver chain, "Whoa, what's that one above it?"

"That's a protection collar." Gerard nodded as Frank reached out to the collar in question, "A protection collar is worn by a Charge and the collar is placed upon them by a Protector. A protection collar is generally used to redirect questions of a potential play partner from the Charge to the Protector."

"What?" Frank frowned and turned to look at Gerard, confused at the terms.

"It's a collar with a D-ring, boy. And it's used to show that you are under someone's protection, that you are owned by someone."

"Oh," Frank blushed, looking at the next one, "This?"

"This will be the collar you wear when we're not in scene." Gerard explained as Frank looked at the deep royal-blue collar with the simple and small ring on the front of it, "It's a consideration collar. A 'consideration collar' is worn during a period of consideration, which generally indicates a minor level of commitment where both partners are considering each other for a potential long term commitment. The consideration collar is most often blue in color, like this one. It is, however, not a sturdy one and made more for comfort and therefore won't be worn during play or it will break. Understand?"

"Yes, sir." Frank's eyes widened as he looked at the blue collar, feeling a pool of excitement bubble up in his stomach.

"Good boy." Gerard put his hand on Frank's head, "The next one I know you won't like but it's a pet play collar."

"Ugh," Frank eyed the thick black collar with its long metal spikes around it, "It's so cute, though."

"You don't have to 'pet play' to wear it, Frank. That's generally what they're for, though." Gerard added, "There is a leash that goes with it."

"And the last two, sir?" Frank straightened up and looked at them.

"The one on the left is a velcro collar." Gerard started, "A 'Velcro collar' is a derogatorily used term for relationship collars that are put on and taken off quickly. Generally, it is considered bad form to don and remove the collar quickly with exception to a consideration collar, as this may show a behavior pattern consistent with entering into meaningful adult relationships without any proper preparation, insight and a generally irresponsible attitude simply for the purposes of meeting one's appetite for sex and/or relationships."

"Then why do we have one?" Frank frowned as he looked at the black flimsy collar with its velcro fastening and nothing else to it, the plainest collar in the cabinet.

"We have it more as an example and to have it, to show you so that you are educated in it and that you know the difference, boy." Gerard smiled, "And that last one, you will become accustomed to as of now."

"What is it, sir?" Frank asked as he looked at the last leather collar in a deep red color with two O-rings in the middle of it.

"That's a training collar, pup." Gerard smiled, "A 'Training collar' is put on a Pupil by a Trainer that generally consists of a leather strap and may or may not symbolize relationship-specific training, though frequently it indicates the latter. It generally does not have a permanent locking mechanism but may have a snap or buckle, as the training period is considered to have a definitive start and end. During the time the collar is worn the pupil responds to the commands and instructions of the trainer, which may also be their respective Dominant, or not, depending upon the purposes of the training. Training for a permanent relationship collar usually takes approximately one year according to many traditions. As we have done in the contract, boy."

"Oh, yeah." Frank smiled, "Why is this one red?"

"Red collars usually indicate training. Once your training is done, you can decide on whatever color you want for your stuff, however. Black is most common as well as shades of red and purple. I've even seen green and yellow be used as personalization." Gerard stated before he put his hands on Frank's shoulders and stepped him aside before he opened the cabinet, sliding the glass doors open before he pulled out the red collar and unfastened the buckle, holding it in both hands before he turned on his heel to look at Frank. Gerard looked at his submissive and gestured with a finger for Frank to turn.

Frank realized what was happening and he let out a small whimper, turning around to face away from Gerard, his heart hammering in his chest as Gerard lowered the collar down around Frank's neck, fastening it skillfully, "Too tight?"

"No, sir." Frank slid a finger into the collar and felt more than enough space that he was able to breathe and swallow, "It's- It's perfect."

"I'm glad you like them, boy. We can decide on your engravings later, I think. What do you say?"

"Yes, sir." Frank nodded, smiling as he reached up again to touch the leather around his neck.

"Any more questions, boy?"

"Um, just one?" Frank began, biting nervously on his lip, "What's this chair in the corner for?"

"It has many uses, Frank. Sit in it and I'll show you." Gerard gestured to the chair that Frank had passed by earlier. He shrugged, smiling as he wandered over and sat down, fiddling with the wrist straps as Gerard walked over and nudged his way between Frank's legs, leaning down over him with waves of erotic intimidation and pure dominance radiating off of him. Frank looked up at Gerard before his gaze went elsewhere, more like the boner in his boxers that he had been half-nursing with all of the sordid images that ran through his head.

"S-Sir?"

"Did I give you permission to speak, boy?" Gerard asked then and Frank's mouth dropped open, a small breath of air leaving him in reply and he shook his head, "Exactly."

"I'm sorry, sir," Frank whispered softly, feeling the smallest bout of shame in his stomach, swallowing hard.

"You will be if you keep speaking out of turn. Don't make it a habit, boy. I'm warning you." Gerard did exactly that, his tone of warning was terrifying and made Frank's legs want to involuntarily shake. He remained silent, doing exactly what he knew he should. But Gerard slid a finger under Frank's chin and lifted his head up, their eyes locking in an intense gaze, "What is it, boy?"

"What's with the large wardrobe there?" Frank asked as he pointed to the massive built-in closet behind the door that he hadn't noticed initially.

"Those, my little fuck toy, are all of the outfits, clothes, binders, and masks for you and me." Gerard purred as his thumb grazed over Frank's bottom lip, said lip suddenly wobbling as the insult hit him smack in the forefront of his brain, right where the previous insult had hit. He let out a shaky breath as Gerard leaned in, kissing him chastely before he straightened up.

"You want me to show you something you can do with the chair?" Gerard asked in a breathy tone, "Take those boxers off, boy."

Frank nodded, lifting his hips up as he tucked his hands into his underwear and tugged at them, trying to pull them off as Gerard sauntered over to the glass cabinet beside the bed. He opened it as Frank kicked his boxers aside, the former grabbing something from it before he walked over and closed the door, the almost-silent click of a locked door rang out louder than it should have. Gerard held up a silicone ring in his hand and looked at Frank, who stared at it blankly, shaking his head.

"Good," Gerard whispered as he reached down, wrapping a hand around Frank's semi, sliding the black silicone down to the base. Frank frowned at it, watching with bated breath as Gerard's hand slid over Frank's dick, stroking him into his fullest hardness. Frank hissed out a shaky gasp as the silicone tugged at his skin, as it constricted around his dick.

Frank was about to question it when his mouth dropped, his eyes widening as Gerard dropped to his knees, his mouth wrapped around the tip of Frank's dick. Frank let out a groan, his toes curling in as Gerard took him further into his mouth with way too much skill necessary for a boy so out of experience with receiving oral.

"O-Oh, fuck." Frank gasped, eyes squeezing shut as his head lolled back on his shoulders, his stomach tightening and heating up as though he were sat on a furnace rather than an armchair. Gerard's hand tightened around the base, stroking ever still in a teasingly slow manner that had Frank teetering on the edge of sanity. He managed a short and startled breath as Gerard's warm mouth sank down all the way, lips brushing with the silicone before he came up with intrinsic ease, no gag whatsoever. Frank whimpered as his orgasm sped through his veins ever faster, groaning at the thought of coming so close to the first time he had done.

Gerard's hand slid up the inside of Frank's thigh, palming at his balls as the tip of his finger brushed way too softly over Frank's asshole. He jerked in the chair, moaning low in the back of his throat, his Adam's apple brushing against his collar as it bobbed up and down under the soft flesh of his throat. His nails dug into the arms of the chair, his jittering hips wanting so badly to lift off of the seat but his body felt like concrete in water, sinking faster into sweet and pleasured ecstasy.

"O-Oh, God." Frank moaned as Gerard pulled off, rubbing his mouth over the underside of Frank's dick, tongue flitting against the sensitive skin before he sank back down again, "Sir, please... Please, I- I- Fuck- Oh."

"I told you good boys get rewards." Gerard replied as he pulled off, stroking firmly, thumb flitting over the tip, "And good boys do, Frank. Are you a good boy?"

"I-I'm a good boy." Frank gasped, "F-Fuck. I-I'm... Yours, Master."

"That's right, pup." Gerard crooned, "All mine."