Crossroads · Part 2

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The two realized at that moment that this was no ordinary episode of flirtation. Each felt in the other the unmistakable imprint left by their mutual excitations, and with a degree of clarity neither had experienced previously, they both saw that that they had been touched and affected very deeply. The simple, spontaneous act of cuffing Dene and exerting a small degree of control over her had set loose a maelstrom between them, enveloping them in an unsettling yet undeniably primal and pleasurable experience, changing them both irreversibly.

Dene ceased struggling, yielding to pleasure and opting instead to twist slowly within Brad's grasp.

Brad held her close as she gyrated, enjoying the feeling of her body rubbing against his own. He began to notice the unmistakable aroma of Dene's lust as her body continued its slow burn, felt the heat from the moistened crevice of her jeans as she stroked her pussy against his thigh.

Dene felt the connection between them and knew that she could not leave this moment without baring herself to him completely. True, she had been betrayed by her own body and mind, and the truth now lay open. Her own unrelenting animal arousal had laid bare her best kept, most deeply held secret. The evaporation of her concealment and the naked truth thereby revealed stirred a torrent of emotions within her. Fear at her vulnerability, at the complete exposure of her deep-seated lust for submission. Elation at the freedom from the burden of maintaining the camouflage that concealed her secret. Dread of an immediate and uncertain future. Hope at the chance she had seen in him for completion, for wholeness. She had never felt so alive, so vibrant. This could not be a mistake, could not possibly be wrong. Could he be the one? Dare she come this far and not know?

Summoning courage she did not think she possessed, she looked up at him from under hooded eyes and broke the smoky silence. "I have a confession," she whispered.

"So do I," thought Brad, as she continued. "I have had a crush on you for a very long time, and never had the nerve to tell you. I was afraid of what might happen if I told you, and then you met that terrible woman, and you fell in love with her… I was beside myself." Dene looked up into Brad's eyes and said, "I promised myself that I would not miss my chance again."

"The reason I did not pursue you before was because of this." Dene held up her wrist, her gaze transfixed by the shining steel bracelet dangling from it. "Since the day I got these cuffs, I knew there was something special about them, something different about me. I couldn't figure out why they affected me the way they do. For a long time after I got them, I would use them on myself when I was alone and I experienced the most intense, most fulfilling…"

Dene stuttered, staring at her cuffed wrist and the steel of the loose cuff hanging from it, unsure if she could bring herself to speak her lust to Brad. Thinking back on the last few minutes, she decided there was no point in stopping, so she continued.

"I had the best, most fulfilling orgasms I had ever experienced," she finished. "I figured out over time that what I craved was the feeling of being helpless, and that there were quite a few people who felt the same way I did, but every time I shared my experiences with someone close to me, I got hurt. Badly hurt.

After getting burned the first few times I got real gun-shy about opening up and showing my true self." She looked up at Brad and added, "Until now.' She held her breath and waited, unable to interpret the expression on his face.

Brad returned her gaze as he quietly absorbed her revelations about her long-standing desire for him and her reluctance to pursue him for fear of the consequences of doing so. Of the consequences she had experienced when she had exposed her latent submissive sexuality. It came slowly to him, but he eventually succeeded in expanding his awareness and understanding to include Dene as he never suspected she could be. As this understanding suffused his mind, he paused in stunned amazement as the dimension of his good fortune became evident. As he looked on her, readying himself to respond, she turned her face away from his, tightly squeezed her eyes shut as she wilted and began to shrink from him. Confused by this sudden change, Brad supported Dene as she began to sob uncontrollably.

In the moments that passed as Brad contemplated her confessions, Dene felt herself succumb to the fear and doubt hurtling through her mind. The moments that passed as Brad contemplated stretched in her mind into an eternity. He had not responded at all to her! His silence, feeding her surging uncertainty, was far harsher a response than she could bear. She tried to shrink from him, to shed herself from him, her eyes welling up with tears wept at her own foolish bravado and for the impending end of their friendship.

She wept, too, in anticipation of the terrible wounds that were sure to come when her trusted friend slashed at the exposed jugular of her naked sexual self. Dene felt the bottom drop out of her gut, just as it was dropping out of her world. The depth of her sorrow eclipsed the crest of the ecstasy she had felt only moments earlier. She spiraled away into despair, driven on by her own self-doubt.

It was then that she sensed something was different. Unlike prior times, she became aware that she was not alone, that she was not adrift in the abyss. She was vulnerable and exposed, her true self had been revealed, yet she felt that she was embraced and supported. Brad had not let her go, did not allow her to melt away from him. He held her firmly yet gently, cradling her body as well as her spirit even as both had wilted before him.

He gently pulled her back in to him, placed a finger under her chin to lift her tear-streaked face back up to his, and willed her to meet his gaze. When she did, the clouds of fear and pain dissipated from her vision and she became aware of Brad as he was, not as she feared him to be. What she saw in his face was familiar to her, but also strange and new. She saw the affection and caring that had been the cement in their friendship since they had first met. But Dene also perceived in Brad's gaze what she so desperately had been searching for, the steady and pure glow of acceptance and belonging. She also glimpsed fleeting flashes, small flickers of flame that she knew must be true caring.

Maybe even of love.

She melted into him, clinging to him, weeping now of joy and relief. Her sobs and laughs mingled together and were lost into him as she rejoiced. Brad considered trying to peel her from him, to share with her the radiance he also felt in that moment, but wisely decided for the moment to just be there for her, to partake of her relief and exultation. As she wept, Brad tried to come to grips with the roller coaster of emotions he had just witnessed.

Her reaction had alarmed to him, and he felt the ancient instinct to protect and defend that which he valued so much. "How horribly she must have been treated," thought Brad angrily. Then with a tenderness borne out of their years of friendship, he thought, "And how badly she wanted to be honest and open with me to overcome her fear of such treatment."

He grew to appreciate the depth of her courage and of the fundamental change that had just occurred in their relationship.

After a time, when Dene's body was no longer racked with sobs and eyes not so bleary with tears, Brad led her over to her bed and sat them facing each other. With her fortress of pain and fear torn asunder, Dene confessed to Brad the saga of her blossoming submissive nature. "I guess I always knew deep down that I liked someone else in control, but it wasn't until I got these that it clicked for me," holding up her cuffed wrist and admiring the cuff as it dangled before her. "When I put the cuffs on Dolores at my birthday party, I got a funny tummy-flutter feeling and I liked it.

When Dolores snapped the cuffs on me, I saw stars. I have never been the same. When I excused myself to go to the bathroom that night, it wasn't to pee. I had the first toe tingling orgasm of my life, the first of many as it turned out"

"After that I knew I was hooked and I pretty regularly handcuffed myself, pretending to be in distress at the mercy of a powerful man, and having a really good time doing it.

But I knew I needed more. Turns out I had no clue how to communicate my needs to my lovers, and I think I only scared the crap out of them when

I asked to be tied down and fucked hard. Ironically, they responded by being very cruel toward me emotionally. They were far more sadistic with their words than they ever could have been had they granted the most depraved of my fantasies. Through all of that I leaned on your friendship for support, and it helped me so much that you were there for me, even if I couldn't tell you the real reason why I was so devastated. I couldn't bear the thought of losing you as a friend, so I never let on about my penchant for bondage and submission, let alone the fact that I was lusting after your body." Dene blushed and looked up from the cuff to catch Brad's half smile.

"I guess both of those cats are out of the bag, now aren't they?" Brad quipped, smiling broadly.

Dene returned his smile and leaned over to hug Brad tightly.

As they parted, Brad said, "It seems that fate has a wry sense of humor, Dene, because I too have a confession. But one that I think you are scarcely going to believe.

I have discovered, also quite by accident, that I am innately sexually dominant. I am wired to take pleasure through the submission of another.

By day I am an upstanding corporate citizen, but behind closed doors I turn toward a darker me. I can't explain it, just as I can't deny it. It just is a part of me and it can manifest in the most unexpected situations." Looking down at Dene's cuffed wrist, at the dark stain slicing up her crotch and then up into her eyes, he continued, "But

I think you may have already figured me out." Dene flushed again as the muscles in her vagina convulsed again. Her damp pussy lips grasped at the panties under her jeans, silently affirming Brad's assessment.

"I never told you why Lisa broke off our engagement. It turns out that my fiancé would from time to time take her pleasures on the side," Brad began. "I got an anonymous note at work one afternoon, stating that I really needed to see what was going on in a particular motel room across town on that very afternoon."

Dene quickly looked down, hoping to hide the guilt and regret on her face before Brad could spot it, aware from his reaction that she was too late.

The realization that he was in the presence of the author of the note that changed his life broke over Brad. He laughed inwardly as he marveled over the connectedness of the reality opening up before him.

Realizing that her secret no was longer, Dene's gaze lost focus as she relived the memory of her chance lunchtime encounter with Brad's fiancee, Lisa, early that fateful afternoon. Lisa had always treated her in an adversarial manner whenever they met. Dene had always let this pass, aware of Lisa's perception of her as a potential threat to Brad's affections. This day though, Lisa had seemed flustered to see Dene, almost a little panicked, and not at all her haughty, bitchy self. Sensing something distinctly out of sorts, Dene decided to discretely follow Brad's fiancé as she returned to her office. She watched as Lisa slipped out of the back door in the company of her supervisor.

Dene remembered being dumbfounded and incredulous. Was it possible that the stupid cow was cheating on a hunk like Brad with a sweaty, bald, fat man? As the couple arrived at a motel across town, Dene quickly made her decision to rat Lisa out and was mentally composing her anonymous note to Brad even as she watched the duo enter their love nest. Racing back to the office, Dene composed and printed her anonymous note, ripping it off the printer and slipping the envelope enclosing it onto Brad's desk just before he returned from lunch.

She remembered how it had broken her heart to see the clouds cross her friend's face as he read her words. Doubly so for knowing that having read them, he would likely soon witness his beloved Lisa being doinked by her boss in a seedy motel room, crushing his faith and love for her. Dene recalled that she had taken strength from the idea that Brad would be better off finding out about

Lisa's true nature before marrying the scum-sucking bitch than afterward.

She watched Brad read the note twice slowly, watched him stand very still for what seemed like hours. Brad did not say a word and Dene made no attempt to stop him as he wheeled and rushed from the office.

She recalled little else from that afternoon, aside from a deep and abiding guilt for her role in the impending unpleasantness.

Dene returned from her stroll in the past, and focused into the present, and onto Brad. She noticed that he had stopped talking again, and was looking directly at her.

She felt the need to break the silence between them, needed to make Brad understand why she had done it. As she started to explain, he shushed her gently, saying, "Don't worry. You don't need to explain any of what you did. I know now that you did me the biggest favor anyone has done for me in my whole life. Had you confronted me in person with the truth then, who knows what stupid things I might have said or done. It all worked out for the best, I think, and the bonus for me now is that I know whom I have to thank for saving me from making a huge mistake. If it weren't for you, I would be…" Brad trailed off, unwilling to utter the words, but they both completed the thought.

"Besides," Brad continued, "If it weren't for your note, I might never have discovered my dominant nature." Brad reveled in the confused look on Dene's face as he continued.

"Sure enough, her car was at the motel, and I was able to sneak a look into the room number on the note. I saw her there with her sales manager, but they were not in the process of having sex, at least not in the conventional way.

It took me a minute, but eventually it became clear to me that she was trussed up with a lot of straps and rope in what looked to me to be a painful and restrictive position. Her arms were pinned together behind her at the wrists and elbows, and she was bent over forward at the waist with her arms held up high, almost vertical, by a rope run from her bound wrists up to the ceiling. Her legs were pinned wide apart by a long pole with straps at each end that wrapped around her ankles. She was buck naked except for the rope wound up around the base of her tits and the rope around her waist connected to the one pulled tightly into her crotch.

She had a big red ball strapped in her mouth, and appeared to be trying to make a lot of noise behind it, although I couldn't hear a thing from her." Brad watched Dene carefully, both surprised and pleased as he saw her gaze lose focus and her hand wander down to gently stroke her mons.

He continued, "I know Lisa.

I know how she looks and reacts when she climaxes. She was cumming like a three-dollar whore. The part that struck me most about it was that each of her orgasms was triggered by one of the lashes from the fat man's leather belt across her ass or back. She was evidently taking a great deal of pleasure from the whipping being dealt out by the slob. As

I stood there watching, I realized that I had a raging hard on. It was from seeing her tied up and whipped like that. I had no idea why, or what it meant at the time." As Brad told his tale, the series of expressions on Dene's face was priceless. First confusion, then arousal as he described his ex-fiancé's plight, then astonishment at her enjoyment of it. Finally of quiet contemplation and bemused mirth as the implication and consequence of her note became apparent to Dene.

"You see," Brad continued, "it was your note that led me to that motel, your note that set me up to find my fiancé bound, gagged and in ecstasy, and by way of that event I came to knowledge and understanding about my true nature.

I think it could be safely argued that it was your note that ultimately led us right up to this point tonight." Dene could only nod in silent agreement, now fully realizing how their circle had come to be complete.

Brad continued, "I got the

Dear John letter from Lisa last week and frankly I couldn't be more relieved.

After tonight, the way I see it, I have hit the trifecta. I got rid of my two-timing whore of a fiancé, I now possess knowledge about myself that I would not likely or easily have learned on my own, and thanks to an amazing intersection of events, I have uncovered the real treasure that was sitting right in front of me all along."

Dene had been rapt in her attention and smiled, blushing a little more as Brad finished speaking.

She gazed at Brad and realized that there was really only one thing that could make this moment complete.

She raised both of her hands before her and, with a deft motion that Brad realized could only have come with a great deal of practice, caught her free wrist in the open handcuff and snapped the cuff closed pinning her wrists together in front of her.

As she looked over the cuffs and into his eyes, she whispered, "So it turns out that you get me all to yourself after all, don't you.'

Brad guided her hands up over his head, the handcuff chain tinkling lightly as her arms settled on his shoulders, and pulled her in close to him kissing her slowly and deeply. "I think you will not be so very pleased with that situation, and soon my pet," Brad intoned deeply.

Dene twisted her wrists gently within the confines of the handcuffs, completely at ease with her confinement, her head buzzing with the possibilities.

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