Part Four
Jamie had yet to experience the possible turn-on of
getting tied up and pleasured by a man, an adventure she and close friend Terry
had wondered about since both first watched a bondage video sent to them by an
unknown, mysterious stranger. It appeared in each of their mailboxes on the same
day, postmarked in their zip code, accompanied by a note that simply read: ‘IF
YOU WANT MORE, TAPE AN ‘X’ ON YOUR BEDROOM WINDOW FOR TWO DAYS.’
Both women opted not to tell each other about receiving
the tape. They also decided to bring up the now-and-again-discussed subject
sometime during their next hangout klatch. In the interim, each masking taped an
‘X’ in the designated window, without telling the other they had, for
reasons that were secretly diametric.
On the second day, Terry’s need for a ‘cup of
sugar’ brought her to Jamie’s door. A fresh pot of coffee led to a
conversation that went something like this.
“So, Jamie, what have you been up to
these days?”
“Same old same old. You?”
“Got propositioned at a party last
night,” she lied.
“So, what else is new?”
Both had great bodies and attractive
features, so getting hit on by horny men came with the advantage.
“Yeah, but this guy wanted more than
just a roll in the sheets.”
Jamie jested mockingly. “He
proposed?”
“...He wanted to tie me up,” tested
Terry. A knowing smirk passed between them.
Though they’d mentioned the game of bondage in casual
conversation, neither of the women had ever divulged anything in the way of
personal testimony concerning the curiosity.
Terry decided it was high time they
did. “Have you ever been trussed up by a guy?”
“No.” Jamie’s eyes widened a bit.
“Have you?”
“No.” Terry’s shoulders and legs
stirred a bit. “Have you ever been tied up at all?”
“No. You?”
“No. But I had a hot dream about it
after the party last night. It woke me up wanting more.”
Jamie’s curiosity peaked. “Tell me
about it?”
Terry drew her fictitious recall from the bondage video
she’d gotten in the mail, which, by the way, was different from the one her
host received.
“I was in the bedroom, trying on some
underwear and heels. A guy in a hood grabbed and pinned me to the floor. He
warned me not to scream. Next thing I know he’s tying me up with ropes. At
first, it scared the hell out of me. Then I got horny as hell and woke up.”
“...Interesting.”
“To say the least.”
“Did you masturbate?”
“I’ll say. Wouldn’t you?”
Both women smiled mischievously. “I
don’t know. If the dream turned me on, maybe.”
“Oh, c’mon. You get off on the mere
mention of Mel Gibson and Brad Pitt... Ya’think I should let the guy I met at
the party tie me up?”
“Whatever turns you on.” An awkward
moment came and went. “How were you tied up in the dream?”
Terry stood, with ankles together, put
both hands behind her, and did her best to join her elbows as well. “Like
this, only on the floor.”
Jamie smiled gleefully. “What
happened in the fantasy that followed after the dream woke you up?”
“...Do you tell me what you do in
yours?”
“You wanna get tied up, don’t
you.”
“And you don’t?”
Jamie’s currently goosed curiosity
surfaced. “You know me- I’ll try anything once. Let me know what happens.”
“Oh, right. I stick my neck out, and
you play the supportive, innocent bystander.” Terry stood for effect, then
walked into the living room and sat on the couch.
Jamie instinctively joined her. “OK,
how can I help?”
“I don’t know, yet.”
Both women were relatively new in town, making their three-and-a-half-year relationship more an exercise in watching each other’s backs than the tried-and-true friendship it had yet to become. Now that a major adventure had presented itself to their combined need to add a bit of spice to their currently oh-hum social lives, it seemed like the perfect time to pool their assets, resources and energies unto a deeper sense of sisterhood.
A note arrived in both their mailboxes the next day. It read: ‘SEE ANYTHING YOU LIKED? IF SO, PUT ITS NUMBER IN THE WINDOW.’
Each episode in each bondage video was numbered, giving
our damsels a choice to make before the next point of contact arrived. It came
two days after they taped a favorite number to their bedroom windows. By the
time Jamie and Terry had thoroughly screened the next tape of preferred fantasy
footage, their heretofore, erotic juices had reached the boiling point of no
return. Again, neither told the other of the by-mail relationship they were
having with the mysterious stranger.
The next note read: “YOUR PLACE, OR
MINE?”
Both damsels taped an ‘M’ to their
windows.
That night, upon returning from work,
Terry found a note under her door. ‘I’LL KNOCK TWICE TONIGHT AT NINE. IF YOU
ANSWER, BE READY FOR ACTION.’
At 8:00 PM, Jamie’s phone rang.
“Hi- it’s me.”
“What’s up?”
“I thought of a way you can
help me with my kinky friend.”
“He called?”
“Not exactly. We sort of bumped into
each other. Now listen up.”
When nine o’clock rolled around, the knock on
Terry’s door was not answered. However, Jamie was listening for it from hers.
(Their apartments were right next to each other.)
“Hi,” she said as she opened up to
her local future. “I’m Jamie. Terry had an emergency to attend to, so
she’ll be a little late.”
The fairly attractive hunk was dressed
completely in black. “You must be Jamie. She’s told me all about you,” he
lied. A huge, black gear bag sat on the floor of the hallway.
“Nothing bad, I hope.” said his
slightly stressed damsel in her tightest jeans and Navy blue tank top as she
scoped the bag and sprouted a nervous smile. “Please come in. Coffee’s
ready.”
Five minutes later, they were drinking it and making
small talk in the dinette. “Sohoh... what else has Terry told you about me?”
“That you’re a good friend and
interested in the same things.”
Jamie’s nervousness was starting to
show. “...What things?” The phone signaled. She jumped to it. “Yes?”
“It’s me. How’s it going?”
“Hi, mom... Oh, nothing much. How
about you?”
“Is he a hunk, or what?” (Terry had
watched their initial exchange in the hallway through her peephole.)
“Oh, sure, just like you said.”
“On a scale from one to ten.”
“Eight’ll be fine.”
“Find out all you can about him, and
call when you want me to come over.”
“Listen, mom, I’ve got company. Can
I call you back later?.. Great. Kiss daddy for me. Love you... Bye.”
Jamie hung up the wall phone and invited her guest into
the living room. She’d managed to pull herself together before they got to the
couch. The black bag was close at hand.
“So, tell me, John, what do you
do?”
“I’m a writer. And you?”
“Real estate. What do you do in your
spare time?”
“Gamble.”
“Atlantic City?”
“No- right here in town.”
“Really. Where?”
“Oh, there are games everywhere, if
you know how to find them.” A curious, momentary stare passed between them.
“What do you like to do in your spare time?”
“Tennis, aerobics.”
John looked up at the TV opposite the
couch. “Got any workout tapes?”
“A few.”
It was the perfect time to open his pitch.
“Stretching is very important for muscle tone, especially the back muscles and
spine. Have you ever done any restraint stretching?”
“You mean traction?” The stranger
flashed her a knowing grin. “...Like chiropractic apparatus?”
“That’s one way it can be done. But
why pay a bone bender when a friend can do the same thing for your spine and
muscles for nothing.”
“You talk like you know how to do,
what did you call it, restraint stretching?”
“Some call it that, with
newcomers.”
“And with old comers?”
John’s response was purposely casual.
“Therapeutic binding.”
An unannounced jolt of psychosexual
energy shot down Jamie’s spine, bringing her sensual percolator to its
outer-bubbling edges. “Is that why you’re here to see Terry?” She cleared
her throat.
“She didn’t tell you?”
“Not about that. Excuse me, I have to
make a call.”
When Jamie returned to the living room, the easygoing
stranger’s bag was open. Rolls of Ace bandage, and a VHS tape were clearly and
purposefully visible.
“I wonder what’s keeping Terry?”
“What kind of emergency was it?”
“She didn’t say. So tell me more
about therapubic, I mean therapeutic binding.
They both smiled at the
‘unintentional,’ verbal slip.
John pulled the tape from his bag. How
about I show you a video? It covers all the bases.” He handed it to his
wondering hostess and leaned back into his corner of the couch. “And then
some.”
His last three words buckled Jamie’s knees somewhat
as she stood and walked to the VCR. For the next several minutes, the two
watched a composite collection of cuts taken from sessions with both men and
women.
‘Wow!’
Each was securely bound in several,
body bending positions. They were obviously designed to both stretch and flex
every tension-filled muscle in their scantily-clad-to-fully-dressed physiques.
Along about the tenth minute of the video, John reached for the remote and
pressed the stop button.
“Well, what do you think?”
“...Interesting.” Jamie could not
believe how horny the tape made her. “Very interesting. Is there more?”
“Loads, but the rest are special
cases.”
“Special?”
“People with sexual problems.”
“There’s a binding therapy for
that, too?” Jamie was beside herself with trepidation.
“There’s one for practically every
problem in the book. Would you like to try one on?”
Jamie crossed her legs and stiffened
slightly. “...I don’t know. Maybe some other time.” She stood to make the
all-important call, but before she could excuse herself...
“Tell you what,” suggested John.
“Do you have a close friend you can count on?”
“Sure.”
“Call her, or him, and tell them to
phone back in, let’s say an hour. Tell them that if you don’t answer the
phone, to call the Police.”
Jamie smiled at the simple but
still-risky solution. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
“No. I’m trying to turn you on to
some fun exercise, maybe help you solve a problem. C’mon, what have you got to
lose? Besides, Terry will be here any minute. Right?”
“Right.”
“Great. So what’s the problem?”
“Uh...” Jamie sprouted a tiny smile.
“I’m not sure.”
John gave his next customer a very
suggestive look. “I’m perfectly sure.”
Jamie did her exit line while heading
for the bedroom phone. “That’s what I’m not sure of.”
“Then maybe we can create a
problem.”
Jamie stopped, turned, cracked a wide
smile and said, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Trust me.”
The next call to Terry went
something like this.
“He wants to tie me up?”
“...Well?”
“Well what? This was supposed to be
your party, remember?”
“...Well?”
“Are you sure we can trust him?”
Terry came up with one more lie to
clinch the decision. “Several people at the party knew him, spoke highly of
him, including some of my closest co-workers. I don’t think he’d do
something stupid, what with all the people who know both him and me.”
A very important few seconds passed.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Well?”
“...Well...he is cute, and I’m
getting hornier by the minute. Tell you what, if you hear me scream, come
a’runnin’, and be sure to call back in an hour.”
“How should I dress?” asked
Jamie when she entered the room.
John’s wisdom was matter-of-fact.
“Comfortably.”
She was barefoot. “How about just the
way I am?”
“Great. Now come here and cross your
wrists together behind your back.”
“Now wait a minute...”
“Look,” reasoned John as he
manipulated a five-foot length of soft clothesline in his fingers, “I do this
all the time. People pay me to do it. It’s one of the ways I make my living.
Didn’t you see me in some of those video cuts? Did those women look
intimidated at all by what they were experiencing? In point of fact, didn’t
most of them actually appear to be enjoying themselves? Sure, you have a great
figure, and I must admit an attraction, but I’m a pro. It would be stupid of
me to do anything that would damage my reputation. Know what I mean?”
‘Intelligent guys are so sexy,’
thought Jamie before saying, “I guess, but you have to understand, this is the
first time in my life anyone has ever suggested anything like this.”
“All the more reason to place
yourself in the hands of experience.”
“...Could we watch more of the tape
first?”
“No. All of the people in that video
segment will not allow that, and I respect their privacy.”
“I see.” The smile was gone,
replaced by inquisitive excitement. “How will you bind me?”
“Don’t you like surprises?” he
said as he smiled innocently.
“As much as the next girl, but
we’re talking unlimited trust here.”
“What about the hour-from-now call
from your safety net, and Terry’s return?”
“All well and good, but...”
Jamie watched the new kink in her life pack up his gear. “What are you
doing?”
“You’re obviously not ready for
this. I respect that.” He popped the video out of the VCR, stuffed it in the
bag, which he zipped up before putting on his leather jacket. “Your friend
probably isn’t either. Thanks for the coffee.”
Jamie watched him head for the door,
where she cut him off and relented. “OK, you made your point. I’ll pay, I
mean play.” ‘Shit- I hate when that happens.’
Within less than a minute, her hands
were tied together behind her back. She could not believe how turned on she was
as he crossed and bound her ankles with another five-footer, then her thighs,
just above the knees.
“I have to use the bathroom.”
While he was gone, Jamie tested the bind and did her
best to compose herself. Hard as she tried, she couldn’t, neither could she
free herself from the expertly applied rope work.
“This is wild,” she said to herself
while peeking into John’s bag. Several skeins of shiny-nylon rope were
evident. A glance at the VCR chronometer said fifty-five minutes remained before
Terry’s call. ‘Why do things always have to happen in bunches?’ she
wondered when a flashback of the tapes she’d gotten in the mail came to mind.
When John returned, he plucked a
four-inch-wide roll of elastic bandage from his bag and sat behind his new B/D
virgin. “Head back.”
“Huh?” Before Jamie knew what was
happening, her mouth was stuffed with her own washcloth, held in place by
several turns of Ace bandage.
“Sorry, but I can’t risk your going
nuts on me. It’s just a bit of insurance against the trouble a scream could
cause. Now get down on the floor.”
Terry’s pigeon turned to glare up at
her new, ‘trusted’ friend. He stood before her with a fifty-footer in hand.
“Do it.”
She did, and felt the weight of
her binder’s body on her upper thighs and rear end. He quickly bound her
elbows together, considerably tightening the cinch on her crossed and bound
wrists, leading circle after circle above and below Jamie’s ample breasts.
More secure stacks secured her forearms to her waist. Yard after yard squeezed
and hugged her sexy body into kinky submission. She grew still and silent with
perplexed, erotic introspection.
‘This is actually happening,’
realized Jamie’s careful nature. ‘I must have been out of my mind to let him
do this to me.’
A curiously delicious panic engulfed her, making the
unbelievable excitement building up between her legs evolve into a feeling, the
likes of which she’d never enjoyed before. A glance at the VCR revealed,
‘Fifty minutes to go.’
John slipped in another tape and sat on
the floor, with his back against the couch. “Come over here,” he commanded.
“Muh?”
“I said, get over here, now!”
Without thinking, Jamie made the move,
causing the ropes to add their two cents worth of restricting spice to the ride.
‘Wow, I’ve never been this horny in all my life.’
John reached out, grabbed the four
turns of rope around her waist, and pulled her across the floor. He then
unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans before lifting her up onto his lap. The lump
in his pants pressed against Jamie’s abdomen.
‘Oh-boy,’ she deliberated. ‘Now
what?’
John peeled her jeans down to the ropes
that bound her thighs together. That’s when something told her to look up at
the TV. A black screen, with a large number, drawn in white, stared her in the
face.
‘Where have I seen that before?
Oh-my-God!’
It was the first number she chose to place on her
bedroom window. It preceded the episode that turned her on the most in the video
sent by her now, not-so-mysterious mailer. The realization caused her to writhe
and tear at her bondage with a vengeance, which, in turn, made her even hornier
than ever.
‘This is weird.’ A possible
collusion between her binder and Terry entered her speculative thinking. “Muh.
Mmuhuh!”
“Liked that number, did you?”
chided John. They both knew the girl in the video would soon be severely spanked
in bondage.
Meanwhile, over at Terry’s, Jamie’s
worst friend paced the floor of her living room, wondering how her gullible
cohort was doing with her mailbox man. The remote was in her hand, waiting to
cue up episode six on her second gift tape. She sat on the couch and hit the
play button. A near naked damsel lay stretched out and spread-eagled on her bed,
trying desperately, without success, to manipulate a securely applied crotch
rope between her legs.
Jamie’s first, rear end swat was, to say the least,
an eye-opener. “MUHUH!” The second, third and fourth did much to satisfy her
curiosity concerning what she’d watched a half dozen times on the tape her new
trainer sent. But the heavy-handed succession of high impact strikes that
followed placed her into a head, the likes of which she could not have imagined
prior to the evening’s developing craziness. “MUHUH, Muh! MUHUHUHMUHUH!!”
The spanking was purposely
executed in concert with the one on the tape, giving the event a kind of
regrettable duality only Jamie could fully appreciate. ‘Well, I can’t say he
didn’t warn me.’ When the spanking ended, she watched her new trainer select
another toy from his back. ‘I wonder what that’s for?’
John ran a line between the front of Jamie’s calves,
up under and over the elbow cinch, down between her forearms and legs, and up to
the front of the waist circles, where it was tied off. After pulling her jeans
back over her rump, he zipped them up, secured the button and rolled her back
onto her stomach. He then lifted Jamie’s bound ankles off the floor and
brought them as close to the wrists cinch as possible.
Jamie felt the slack in the line being
drawn taught. The pressure on her wet spot was now well beyond ignoring. The
remaining rope slack was then threaded under and over the back of the three
upper chest circles in back and severely drawn before being tied off at the
elbow cinch.
John stood to study his work and fill
in his new damsel. “Just in case Terry hasn’t already told you, I’ve been
sending her tapes and notes in the mail, too.” He then carefully and
deliberately slipped a cellular phone number card into Jamie’s right rear
pocket and said, as he put on his jacket and picked up the gear bag. “Tell me
now if you want to keep the rope... Well?”
She nodded an autonomic ‘Yes,’ and
thought, ‘He’s leaving?’ Her whole body blushed with kinky abandon. ‘Was
it something I said?’
“My PO Box number is on the card.
Mail me a twenty tomorrow, cash, and don’t, I repeat, don’t call unless
you’re ready for more. Got all that?”
She nodded in the positive and thought,
‘Dare I pick number nine?’
“Good. I’m taking the two tapes I
sent, unless you want to keep them, too, in which case they will cost you five
apiece... Well?” He knelt to undo the knots in the back of the mouth
restraint, but did not remove it.
‘Yes.’
“Great. So- that makes thirty, cash,
in the mail tomorrow, or, next time, you can forget about getting spanked.”
Flashbacks of the twenty or so swats
with which John introduced Jamie to bondage spanking gave the moment a special
immediacy.
He walked to the door, opened it quietly, punched the
button that made it possible to open from the other side by just a turn of the
knob, and blew Jamie a kiss as he whispered, “Till we meet again, my sweet.”
He then gently closed the door and quietly walked to the stairwell.
Jamie immediately started working on
the loosened Ace around the lower part of her face. She rolled onto her side and
was unexpectedly confronted by the genius of the crotch rope configuration.
‘This is too strange to actually be happening.’ And, all the while, Jamie
dealt with the erotic sensations that were continually and pleasurably keeping
her on the edge of her first bondage orgasm.
Forty-Five Minutes Later
When Jamie didn’t pick up her insurance call, Terry
spent five or so minutes pulling herself together and wondering how best to
handle the absurd situation.
‘What if he’s one of those serial
rapists- or worse?’
A timid knock, with one foot in her
apartment, was the extent of Terry’s severely tested courage.
“Is that you, Ter?”
“Yeah. I’m back.”
“Please come in.” A very wary
ten seconds came and went. “He’s gone, and I need you in here right away.”
Something told Terry to try the door,
given the oversight of their not having thought of giving her its key. She
breathed a sigh of relief when it opened.
The revelation of Jamie’s fix
brought an untoward smile to her rescuers heavily made up features. “Where’d
he go? Is he coming back?”
“Don’t just stand there- untie
me.”
“My-my, aren’t we looking
therapeutic,” jested Terry as she got down on the floor with her trusting
neighbor. “How long have you been like this?”
“Just long enough.”
“How was it?”
“Hey- would you please cut the small
talk and undo me.”
Terry stood, turned, and left the
apartment. Jamie was suddenly and frustratingly pissed.
‘If he’s with her I’ll die.’
Her fellow adventuress soon returned
with a camcorder, aimed at John’s now very distressed damsel. Several minutes
of humiliating repose gave Jamie reason to wonder if her so-called friend was
pushing things a bit further than the two had agreed to venture.
15 Minutes Later
“How could you?” remembered
Jamie as she and Terry sat on her couch watching the infamous footage of her
first bondage ordeal.
“Aren’t you glad I did?”
“Don’t you feel the least bit
sorry?”
“OK- I’m sorry. I just couldn’t
resist the opportunity. You would have done the same had the shoe been on the
other foot.”
“The hell I would.”
“C’mon, kiddo, lighten up. You’re
just upset because the prick got the best of you. Don’t go taking it out on
me.”
Jamie gave her dubious friend a
glancing sneer. “That tape doesn’t leave this apartment, and you can forget
about making copies.”
At two in the morning, the cellular
John borrowed from Adam woke him from a sound sleep. “Yeah?”
“It’s Jamie.”
He was instantly awake. “Oh, hi.”
“I didn’t tell her a thing,”
revealed his new partner in crime. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”
“What did you have in mind?”
“I had a wonderful time tonight.”
She was watching the twelve-minute video Terry shot against her will. “How
about you drop by around seven? I want to pay you personally.”
“Sounds good.”
“By the way, how did you get into the
building tonight?”
“I moved in last week.”
“...How nice.”
When Terry got home from work the following night, the
note under her door read: ‘MY PLACE- 8PM. JAMIE.’ She was hoping it would be
from her mystery man. ‘Maybe next time.’ A bath, dinner, and some TV news,
in nothing but her undies, filled the time gap until 7:41 PM, when a knock on
her door sent Terry to the bathroom hook that held a red, terry cloth robe.
“Be right there.”
A peek through the security fish eye
revealed a dark haired gent in a black-leather jacket. ‘It’s him!’
“...Who is it?”
“The mailman.”
“At this time of night?”
“It’s Jamie’s last night
friend.”
Terry’s moment of truth came and went like a bat out
of hell. Her hand was already on the knob. She didn’t let it go, standing
barefoot in her incredulity and sudden, private part excitement. All she could
think to say was, “Is Jamie with you?”
“Jamie who?”
A big, white, number six, on a black
background, flashed onto the mental screen of Terry’s wishing memory. “What
do you want?”
“If you don’t open the door in five
seconds, I’m outta’ here.”
“...OK- give me a minute.” She ran
to the phone and punched in Jamie’s number. “He’s here.”
“Who’s here?”
“The guy who tied you up last
night.”
“So?”
“So I won’t be over at eight, and I
would appreciate a call in half an hour.”
“No problem. Have fun.”
“Right,” said Terry, as if she
actually thought number six was about to become reality. “Bye.”
When she opened the door, John was
already halfway down the hallway.
“Hey?”
He turned, but didn’t stop. “What?”
“C’mon in.”
“You’re sure.”
“Oh-yeah- I’m sure.”
He smiled, which considerably relieved
his damsel’s anxiety. “Great.”
She’d already punched the door latch
button. “Come in.”
“Did I come at a bad time?”
She closed the door. “Oh, no, not at
all. I was just thinking about you.”
They sat on the couch. The black bag
lay on the floor between them. John took off his jacket.
“What were you thinking about me?”
Terry smiled. “What you did for Jamie
last night.”
“How did you feel about what you
saw?”
“I could only imagine what it must
feel like?”
“Wanna talk awhile, or would you like
to go straight to number six?” dared John with a smile. “Just kidding. Ever
been tied up?”
“Oh, yeah, lots of times.”
He didn’t look away or blink. “I
find you very attractive.”
“Why do you look so familiar? Have we
met before?”
“...I don’t think so. Got something
to drink?”
“Sure.” She was up like a rocket
and heading for the kitchen. “What’ll it be?”
“Pepsi’s good.”
“Jamie was pretty closed mouth about
what went on between you two.”
John watched Terry strut her stuff, and did his best to
keep things light. “Good for her.” A scan of the room revealed his host’s
tastes went from gaudy 70s to extraterrestrial 50s. Jamie’s were more suited
to his own aesthetic appreciation. When Terry handed him the Coke, he wondered
if he wasn’t going to get the next thing he asked for, either. “Thanks. What
did she tell you about what went on last night?”
Terry sat, with wine cooler in hand,
and did her best to regain control. “That she didn’t feel comfortable about
getting into a heavy B/D scene with you.”
“...Are you?”
“...Am I what?”
“Comfortable about getting into...”
“Oh-sure. I loved the tapes you sent,
and the little game with the window and the numbers. You haven’t been stalking
me, or anything like that, have you?”
“In a manner of speaking. How did the
emergency go last night?” He shot her a knowing smile. “Nothing unpleasant,
I hope.”
“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” said
Terry before taking a belt of cooler.
“You look a bit tense?”
“Do I?” She put down the bottle and
tried, but failed to relax. “Are you from around here?”
“I recently moved into this
building.”
“Oh, so that’s how you got in
downstairs.” Terry’s smile broadened. “Have you told Jamie?”
“I haven’t told her anything. I
just introduced her to the discipline of therapeutic binding. You’re the one
I’m interested in,” ‘confessed’ John before thinking, ‘Was interested
in.’
His current fit continued to smile
happily.
“Why don’t you sit on the floor in
front of me and let me rub the back tension away.”
“...OK.”
Forty-Five Minutes Later
Terry was tied to her bed, her wrists crossed and lashed together above her head, and tethered through a hole in the headboard at mattress level. Her ankles were spread wide apart and tightly roped to the lower framework. All she had on were her red panties and an expression so resplendent with sensual delight and dilemma it just begged to be ball-gagged. Her nipples stood hard and tall; her imagination soared. The wrist tether ran back under her, up between her legs, and was tied off to a thick-leather belt around her waist. There was not one millimeter of slack to be had anywhere, making self-stimulation virtually impossible. She had been left alone with her number six for almost five minutes.
John entered the room, aiming his camcorder at
Terry’s aroused and surprised countenance as he walked. She said nothing. What
could she say? The shoe had obviously been fitted onto the other foot. Then
there was the obvious lump in John’s pants to contemplate every so often. The
shoot went on for a good ten minutes, during which the following conversation
intermittently ensued.
“These ropes are tight.”
“Are they now.”
“Do you always shoot video of your
clients?”
“Do you?”
“I, uh, have a feeling we’ve
met before.”
“Not as far as I know.”
“Do you like my body?”
“More than I wanted to, actually.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Let’s just say my being here is
not for the reasons you think.”
The phone signaled. Like a wakeup call from Mother
Nature, it caused Terry’s juices to do all sorts of unprecedented things. And
there was nothing she could do to stop it.
“You’d better let me get that,”
she gasped as she writhed and jerked around on the bed. But John ignored her and
continued to videotape Terry’s bondage cherry breaking. “You don’t
understand. If I don’t answer it, a friend will call the Police.” The
realization only added to the tension of the moment, causing her to lose the
last of her self-control to the sensually kinky ramifications at hand.
“Hi Terry? It’s Jamie,” said
John’s new partner in crime through the answering machine. “If you’re
there, pick up.” The moment was magical, and jam-packed with all kinds of
consequential overtone.
“Please! Please let me get that,”
moaned Terry.
“Not on your life,” said John.
“Terry?” insisted Jamie. “If you
don’t pick up the phone in ten seconds, I’m going to call the cops.”
John positioned the camcorder on a chest of drawers to
the right of the bed, and left the room to its production values. Since Jamie
was waiting ten seconds, the machine disconnected the call at five, leaving our
new damsel in distress to ponder the possibilities, or impossibilities,
depending on one’s point of view, amidst the climactic cloudburst of her first
bondage experience. Fingers flailed, toes danced, breasts heaved, and every
muscle and bone in Terry’s frantic form silently screamed for freedom from
John’s binding therapy. And it was all caught on videotape.
“Hey?”
Ten Minutes Later
When the new man in Jamie and Terry’s life finally returned, his latest subject tried and failed to subdue her passion, relenting in reckless surrender to the lesson in bondage foreplay into which she had so carelessly gotten herself. John collected his gear and stuffed it into his bag. “Well, darlin’, be seein’ you around. Wouldn’t want to be here when the Police arrive.” He grabbed his client’s right toe, gave it a shake, and said, “It’s been fun. If you want to get into another fix, put a candle in the window tomorrow night.” He was gone in a minute, making sure not to make any noise on the way out, which made Terry hope Jamie was peep-holing the hallway. “What the hell are you doing?”
Two minutes later, the phone rang. “...It’s me
again,” said Jamie, with extreme concern. “The cops will be here in five
minutes. Hang on. And if you’re listening to this, creep, you’d better undo
her before they do...”
Terry was having the time of her life. Only trouble was,
she now had a lot of explaining to do, and a lot of lying, or so she thought.
The last thing she wanted now was to get John arrested, now that his offbeat way
of making love was in her life, and Jamie was out of the way. So she also
thought.
Fifteen Minutes Later
Terry was exhausted, her bewilderment and passion spent
to the max, her very capable imagination doing its best to dream up the perfect
explanation for when the cops arrived. ‘I wonder what’s taking them so
long.’ The sound of the front door ended her speculating comfort zone.
‘Oh-boy.’
The door closed, and the unmistakable sound of high heels
echoed on the linoleum tiles in the hallway. “Jamie?”
“In the flesh,” said her ex girlfriend when she
appeared in the bedroom doorway in nothing but white-lace undies, and black,
patent leather skyscrapers. “Having fun?”
Terry was at a complete loss for words.
“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?”
challenged Jamie as she walked to the foot of the bed, spread her legs, crossed
her arms under her bra, and took a deep breath. “My-my, but you are a sight.
No, I didn’t call the cops, but I wanted you to think I had, just like you
wanted me to think you met John at a party, and that all your friends at work
knew him.” (The tape just kept rolling.)
“Jamie, I can explain...”
“Can you now,” said Jamie as she
reached behind her back for the ball gag stuffed in her panties. “I’ve been
warming it up for you,” she quipped before jumping onto the bed, stuffing it
into Jamie’s gaping mouth, and strapping it tightly in place. “Is this
therapeutic enough for you?”
Meanwhile, back at Jamie’s place, John punched in a
number on her kitchen phone. “Hi... I should be finished here in about twenty
minutes. Wanna pick me up?.. Great... I love you more.” He hung up, picked up
his bag, and headed for Terry’s.
When she heard her front door open and close again, she
braced herself for another shock. The sight of John, strolling into her bedroom,
made her toes tighten and hands fist. Without saying a word, he proceeded to
bind Jamie’s arms together behind her back. Terry watched the kinky seduction
in a state of suspended animation. Several turns of rope around her neighbor’s
body soon inspired a symphony of swoons and heavy breathing to erupt from
Jamie’s teased and taunted sensibilities. Before long, she was covered with
rope from head to toe, writhing sensually and wondering what was going to happen
next. Kisses, hugs and fondling accompanied the binding.
Meanwhile, back at Sean’s, he picked up the phone and
heard Dawn say into her cellular, en route to her man’s latest location,
“Four down, one to go.”
When John ball-gagged Jamie, a twinge of doubt shot up her
spine, giving her reason to believe the evening might turn out a lot differently
than expected. “Muh?”
“This isn’t exactly how I wanted things to unfold,” explained John to his dangling damsels, “but it’s close enough. You both got what you bargained for, and learned a valuable lesson in trust. Next time, be more careful when choosing a therapist, or you might end up in a far more dangerous and precarious situation than the one you’re in now. Don’t call unless you’re ready to meet another trainer, and don’t forget to drop two hundred in the mail tomorrow. If I don’t get it, you can forget about calling. Either that, or mail back the ropes, gags and tapes.”
John stood at the door to the bedroom. “The knots that hold Jamie’s fix together are ‘pop knots.’ Just pull on the single line that hangs from each one until they open. If you begin now, she should be free within the half hour.” He gave them one more look as he turned to leave, and said, “One of our trainers lives in this building. That’s how I got in. If you call, he’ll be the one who’ll answer. The number on the card I gave you is to his cellular. I borrowed it for our initial exchange. Address the two hundred to Trainer One, above the PO Box number. Well, I’m off. Oh, almost forgot,” said John as he grabbed the camcorder and stuffed it into his gear bag. “Have fun.”
All Jamie could think of was the latch button on the front door. ‘Maybe he’ll be back,’ she hoped, thinking one of his kinky games was in progress, and that his parting monologue was designed to heighten her and Terry’s perceived dilemma. It was, of course, doing exactly that, and at break neck speed. She listened for the door latch to click. When it did, she took a deep breath and carefully hopped out of the room.
On the way to the front door she argued a case for locking Terry and herself in. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on one’s point of view, a badly laid peel-n-stick tile tripped her up and brought her to her knees, and onto the floor, unharmed, before she could make up her mind.
Meanwhile, John was on his cellular with the trainer
who’d recently moved into the building. “I left the latch button disengaged.
Give them another ten minutes, show up, introduce yourself, shoot s’more
video, if you like, and leave. I’m sure they’re curious about what you look
like. Your cell phone is on the dinette table.”
Adam asked, “Anything special you
want me to do?”
“No. That’ll be special enough, for
now. Have fun.”
Dawn was listening as she drove to
John’s funhouse. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“So do I,” added Adam, who’d been
at John’s place, waiting for his call.
“Adam sends his love,” passed on
John. “As usual, if they’ve gotten themselves into more trouble than they
can handle, do whatever you have to.”
It didn’t take Jamie long to realize she’d gotten Terry and herself into more trouble than they could handle, given the impossible task at hand. ‘If I can’t get to my feet, we’re toast.’
24.02.04
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