Perspective · Part 1

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James watched. He could not help himself. He wanted to look away but what he saw pulled at him. Before him lay a woman. Spread eagled on a bed. Bound by ropes and chain. Blind folded and hardly moving. Wires running to her vagina and breast. He was not ignorant. Just that you hear about these things and sort of dismiss them. Not in my backyard sort of thing. A retired Navy man with over twenty-two years in the service. He thought had seen it all.

It started simple enough. When he was a young midshipman. He and few buddies along with an investment broker went in on some properties. Years past and her kept investing and some of his buddies he did buy out but he and Frank stayed in. Now he was comfortably well off. Oh he did try the wife and kid thing but the Navy always seemed to be his one and only mistress. That and the fact while he was away. She cheated on him. Twice. James remained faithful. Divorce was messy. The military has this thing against deadbeat dads. They want things like this quick and clean. She got more that he thought she should have. He still loved her and when his last rotation came up.

He tried to get back to her but it had been too long and she had remarried some one else. His kid was happy and she was getting child payment from his investment. But he just could not see her without feeling betrayed. That was the last straw for him. So he moved as far away from her and the sea as he could. Frank had mustered out two years before him and settled down in Vermont. His home state. James decided to move to Denver. One of his investments was a refurbished tenement apartment on the outskirt of Denver. Four floors Revamped warehouse. Close to the Air Force academy in Colorado springs.. Far away from the sea as he could get. He knew cold and he knew heat.

Oddly for a kid from Corpus Christi, Texas. He like cold better. Never liked the heat. So while puttering around the apartment. Just getting settled. He only been here a few weeks. There was knock at his door. Having no friends he wondered what or who it could be. Oh he was in charge of the building and made no bones about it. There was supposed some one manning it but it was unfinished. He was going to have to do something about that. The divorce had taken the wind out of sails more than he thought. Normally if some one wanted something to be fixed he would look into it and then call some one to fix it. He just did not feel like tackling the job himself.

Through the peep hole he saw a nice looking girl. Maybe five-six. With apple cheeks and hazel eyes. Long blond hair braided. Maybe she had a bit of Scandia blood in her. Opening the door the girl gave a little wave. “Hi” “Hi. Can I help you?” “I just wanted to welcome you to the building. My name is Julie. My roommate is Jackie” “James Coaltrain.” “Like the Jazz guy.” “Sort of. I am old rolling stone guy.” What the hell. Why did he say that? “Well I know you’re the building super. Or something. I just wanted to ask a favor. I have a cat. I might be away for the weekend. My roommate and me go skiing a lot. I want you to check on her if I do not make it back by Sunday. Say about 8pm.

I should be back by then. I'll give you a knock on the door when I get back.” Pets were allowed in the building. No big deal. No real commitment here. “Sure. 8pm. Sunday. You got a spare key. I don’t keep spares.” She handed him the key. “I’m just down the hall. 207. I'll be by before 8pm on Sunday to pick the key up.” “Sure. Julie. I can do that.” “Thank you.” And for the then next two months. Like clockwork. She would knock his door Friday night. Gave him the key. They chatted in the hallway a bit and then on Sunday she knocked on the door and take the key back. He saw the room mate Jackie once or twice. He never saw them leave for what ever skiing place they where going to.

He figured they left very early and having listen to the sound of turbine engine for most of his military career. A herd of elephants could go stomping thought his apartment and he would not wake up. That was until today.

It was a snowing out on a Sunday. Not a heavy one. Just big flakes drifting down. He was expecting to see Julie. It kinda was the highlight of his day. He had gone to the Local VFW and legion hall. Made a few friends and the idea of doing community work was something he could do. He did not have any war stories. Any time trouble bubbled up. His ship was on the wrong side of the world. It was 8:10 pm. Maybe she was held up in traffic. 8:30 rolled by. Then 8:45. Then Nine. Okay. Might as well feed the cat. He knocked first. Nothing. Knocked a little harder. Nothing again. He used the key. “Hello?” There was a muffled noise.

As he looked around careful to make sure the cat did not get out, He looked around for a bowl. Odd. No bowl. No cat food in the fridge or cupboard. Funny. After all this time she never told him where the cat food was. Not that he asked either. There was that funny feeling. The same feeling he got when he felt his wife was cheating on him. Something was wrong. There was another muffled noise from the bedroom. He opened the door to the bedroom and saw what could only be described as a improvised rack. Julie was naked. Spread eagled on the bed. Limbs held apart by ropes and chain. The arms where chained to the post of a well built four poster bed.

The post were four by four timbers six foot high. The bed frame looked to be metal. Huge bolts held everything together. There where ring attachment on the post and metal frame. If he had a guess. It looked to have been assembled on the spot. No welds. Moving on to Julie. She was blindfolded. Her head turned to the left and he saw red earplugs. Damm. She might hear him but he would have to yell. Red ear plug were a foam and very dense. They muted sound. There where yellow, green, and blue. Each color was for a different level of ear protection. Red was the highest. Her legs where held apart by a pulley system to a capstan wheel. A strain gauge connect to the motor.

Ensured she was not drawn and quartered. There was a timer but It looked to be turned off. There where wires hanging from it that did not looked to be connected. One looked pulled out. On Julie herself there was wires going to her vagina and breast. But on closer examination there was a collar on her neck with more wires going under the body. He saw her left hand grasping something. A box with a button. She was pressing it and nothing seemed to be happening. Or at least to his way of thinking. The sight of this lovely young lady helpless before him was hypnotizing. Glancing around the bedroom he notice everything a young woman would have. Dressing table and chair.

A good half dozen stuff animals everywhere. Then he saw a note taped to dressing table mirror.

Julie. You bitch. You tried to take Henry away from me. Well he and I are running away. I know that old guy down the hall will get you out. I also have your credit cards. Payment for all the pain you caused me.

Ouch. He inwardly winced. Okay, how to get her out. He did not see any keys. So unchaining her arms was out. So going back to the kitchen to get a knife. He cut the rope to her legs. Why did she not yell or cry out? He pulled the ear plugs out. Took off the blind fold. Her eyes stayed closed. “Julie. Its James. Where are the keys?” “Collar off.” she whispered. “What?” “Collar… Aghhh.” She reared up. Something was shocking her. Damm the collar must have done it. Shit. He felt around the neck and unbuckled the collar. He saw two metal stud the rested again the voice box. Any time she made the slightest sound. She got a shocked. Wires lead to a box under the pillow. Hells bells.

This Jackie was one devious bitch. Julie could cry out and then she would be shocked. Even in the moment of sexual bliss. She could not even moan or speak a word. Damm. That is cruel. “Keys. On top of post.” He found them. Being just a tad under six feet he figured why he did not see them. He unlocked her. Then realized she might have been this way for a long while. Days even. Back To the kitchen and retuning with a bottle of spring water. She took it and began to gulp it down. She choked on it for a moment. “Easy. Take it slow.” “Thank you.” “Yeah. I'll be in the kitchen. I don’t think you had anything to eat. I’ll cook up something.” Another sweep of the kitchen and he found spaghetti.

He started the pot to boil. Found a few pork cutlets and began to cut them up into bite sized.pieces. Some seasonings he found and fried them up. Added lemon juice to the hot water. The starch cooks better in the lemon juice acid. Plus a slight lemon taste. You pick up a few things in the Navy. Cooking was one. He did hang around the cooks helping out. Stove number 3 was always a breaking down. Nancy they called it. He found some sauce and began to warm that up. Added his own small touches. He heard the toilet flush. Julie came out with the empty water bottle. Dressed in jeans and sweater. “Smells good.” “Have a seat on the couch. Be about five minutes.” He did not say anything.

She was going to have to explain or not. Her choice. Her lifestyle. He was not the one to judge. Another bottle of water and a plate of spaghetti and pork was ready and he served it to her. “I guess I owe you an explanation.” “If you want.” “You're nice. You could have raped me.” “Not that kind of guy.” She swallowed down a piece of pork. ”Oh that is good. Where did you learn to cook.” “Navy.” “I thought you where military. The hair cut gave it away.” “You get used to things.” “Like bondage?” “Nope. I hear about it from every port of call. Did most of my tour in the east. Sea of china, Sea of Japan. That sort of thing.” “Carrier?’ “Nope. Cruiser.

They retired her and me about the same time.” “No gulf war?” “Nope.” “What rank? “ “Made master chief.” “Like the video game.” “What video game?” “Never mind.” “I never played them. Did a lot of reading. Took some collage classes on line. Got a degree in business. But the suit and tie crowd never fit me.” “Well thank you for your service.” “Don’t mention it.” Julie slurped up more spaghetti. He wonder if he should leave but wanted to see that she was okay. A day or two with out food and water was a dangerous thing. “You're not going to mention this to anyone.” “Why. Your business.” Then he thought of something. “The cat I was to take care of was your pussy if anything went wrong?” “Yeah.

It was a joke me and Jackie shared. I trusted her but she insisted on a back up plan. You where it. I’m sorry.” “Well I see she may have had this planned for a long time.” “Yeah. I can see that now.” “Interesting set up. The timer and capstan winch. The button was the emergency release?” “Yes. It was supposed to work. I saw the wires pulled. Jackie sabotage me. She built the thing. We take turns. It is one hell of a turn on and lot safer. No unprotected sex. No commitment and no regrets later. “ “ I can fix it. But I have to ask. What’s wrong with a man.” “I did and didn’t. Its hard. All those clean cut academy grads. They are all right I guess.

But they put salt peter in the food or are so damm head up in the sky. None want to just fuck your brains out. Introduce to mom first. That kind of thing.” “I see.” “Look. I should not be dumping my shit on you. You’re a squared away guy. Retired navy. You came to my rescue. I don’t know how many guys would have jumped me first. “ “ I can handle it. Wife cheated on me twice. So I am divorced. I married the Navy. She is a hard mistress to leave. I put some distance between both my ‘wives‘. That’s why I am in Denver area.” “Wow. That is some distance.” There was a pause as the last pork meatball vanished. The noodles followed quickly. “Ahh.

So what now.” “Now you go to bed and if you want to talk some more. I'll be ready to listen. You got some banks to call.” “On a Sunday. She has a got two day head start.” “Credit card offices should be open. You could track her down.” “No. I was after Henry but it did not get very far. I thought she was after a my boyfriend. But we broke it off a month ago. “ “Seems you two got your wires crossed.” “Yeah. It looks that way. Relationships are hard.” Julie pointed to the bedroom.” That is easy.” “No commitment,” “Yeah. But there is one problem with that.” “oh?” “Like anything else. You want to take it to the next level.” “How do you mean. You where obviously held captive.

Constantly made to feel pleasure and pain. What would be the next level?” “It hard to describe. It like losing control. I know it sounds crazy. But it a thrill ride. Coasters in the dark. You can't see the track. You don’t know what happening next. It really put a thrill into it.” “Sounds crazy.” “Yeah I know.” Julie yawned. “Look. We can talk about this later. If you want. Its late. You need to get some normal sack time.” She leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Thank you again.” He left making sure to leave the spare key behind.

Sleep did not come to him as it should. Taking out his lap top. He relented and looked online. Good god there was a lot to look at. Some was really kinky stuff. People did this for fun and money. Just how ignorant of the world was he? He wondered why any one would do this. But it was hard to get around the fact that once you see something. You cannot un-see it. He finally was in bed and sleeping by two a.m.. In the morning he could not help looking at her in his head. Yes she was sexy and attractive but easily twenty years her senior. He could be her father. But it was her choice. He fought and may have died for people like her. God love the USA and all the ships at sea.

Monday passed with out her knocking on his door and Tuesday as well. He wondered if she would move out. Wednesday came and he thought about knocking on her door. No. Let it be her choice. On Friday there was a knock on the door. She was standing there a little blushed. “Can I come in.” “Sure. I was going to fix a chicken. I have more then enough for two.” “Thank you.” “Have a seat.” Julie sat down on the sofa. “What do have to drink.“ “Water. Orange juice and milk.” “No Beer or wine.” “Nope. Got drunk once. Woke up in the brig. That was enough for me.” “Wow. That must have been some bar fight.” “Not really I was passed out. My buddies picked a fight with some marines.

They just scooped us all in the wagon and that was that. I got off easy.” He got the chicken in the roasting pan. Slid the oven door closed. “Dinners in an hour. “ “That’s great.” Julie paused. While he sliced some potatoes with the skin on. She wanted to say something but was hesitant to say it. “Need to talk?” “Yes.” “About your cat?” “Yes.” Julie turned a little red faced. “Go on. I can listen.” “There no way I can say it. But could you tie me up.” He nearly cut himself with the paring knife. ”Pardon?” “Its hard. I like sex. A lot. I like how it makes me feel. I like the loss of self control.” She paused. “I am one horny bitch.” “I think you need professional help.” “Its normal.

Like Viagra. I just can't do it with out that feeling. I feel the beast. Like a caged animal set free. I like the total lack of control. I tried tying myself up but I know I can get out anytime I want. I tried.” “I am not sure I am the person you should be talking to about this.” “You already caught me. Online is dangerous. There are some bad people out there and they would do me worse than Jackie had. OH! I found out she is in Portland with Henry. Anyway. I trusted her and look where it got me. I trust you. I know you would not hurt me.” “But tying you up would hurt you.” “See. You don’t want to see me hurt. But it won’t hurt. Not if it is done right.

I can teach you.” Would he enjoy seeing her naked again.? Maybe. But there was a sense of wrongness about this. “I don’t know.” “Your a good man. I know you would not want to see me suffer. Its an itch I can't scratch, My body is on some weird sexual clock timer thing. Like an animal in heat. The beast I call it. I have to feed the beast as it where. If I don’t get tied up by midnight I'll turn into a pumpkin.” “Say what?” Julie got off the sofa and saunter next him. She draped herself over him and rested her head on his shoulders. “ I need to do this. Please help a girl out. It not like your fucking me. I will sign a wavier if you want.” “This feels wrong.” “Oh come on.

Ever play cowboys and Indians.” “Nope, Only child.” “Pleeease?” It was against his better judgment. But if she signed some sort of wavier. It might make him feel better. “Okay. Just this once. After dinner. Then its cold turkey for you.”

Back at Julie apartment she had a vision in mind what she wanted. She stripped naked. Inserted a butterfly vibrator and strapped it on. She instructed him on how to tie her up. She wanted him to hog tie her. It seemed everything he needed to do the job was in the nightstand. Ropes of deferent lengths. All had a color coded thread on to identify its length. All neatly coiled and ready for use. A separate rope for Ankle. Then knees. Then wrist. Then elbows. Then another rope tying the wrist to the ankles. She did not want to be on the bed. The hard floor in front of it. On the white fur rug. Before gagging her she told him to tie a rope to the bed post and to her.

A rope leash to her shock collar so she could not ’escape’. He hated that thing. A wire from the collar to a small black box with a green LED to let you know power was on and a small knob to adjust sensitivity. He did not want to put it on her but she was insistent. Why then the gag. It was another means of discomfit. There some sort of picture in her mind of how she was going to bound. He was doing a paint by number of how her vision was to be. Three hours was the time limit. She could snap her finger while tied. Three times.. That was the safe word. It felt odd but he was navy and one thing you learn is knots. Its almost required. Plus he was an eagle scout.

He watched her struggle and he lost count on how many times she would wince in the throws of ecstasy. Unable and unwilling to let the slightest moan escape. It was torture to watch her do this to herself. Yet it fascinated him. She would struggle trying to escape. She really was trying. It was a game. A battle of wills. The power play. If she could get free. She won. If she could not. He won. Yes he was getting off on it. Not that he wanted to jerk off then and there. But it did get his yard arm up the flag pole so to speak. Julie was right, She was one horny bitch. Her words. Not his. After three hours he ungagged her. Victory was his. Yet he did not feel victorious. “Water.” she whispered.

He bottle fed her and was about to untie her. But she kept shaking her head no. “Bed” Now what? He picked her up and put her on the bed. The vibrator was cycling inside her. Good god! How much of this could she take? He formed a theory that her body had been doing this for two days a week for easily two months. Maybe more. It was possible that she had built up a resistance, She was hooked on the estrogen and what ever body chemicals she was getting from this bondage. A sex junkie? He laid her gently on the bed. “Again.” “Another three?” He asked. She nodded yes. “Are you sure.” “Gag.” She looked at him. Pleading and begging. Damm. Not able to say more than one word without punishment.

The hours passed, He watched her. His chief concern was cutting off the blood flow to her arms and legs. They stayed a healthy color but in the throes of her struggles they would turn red. Then she relaxed, caught her breath. Color returned to her limbs and she do it all over again. This girl would never stop. How was that possible? Another thought occurred. Marathon runner. Julie was so conditioned to her sexual acts. That she had built up an endurance. Combine that with her body needing higher and higher forms of bondage or whatever, Meant that a two day stretch of unrestrained. Or rather restrained sexual masturbation was the only way to satisfy the itch. God help any man who married her.

She was at the three hour mark and he ungagged her. “Collar.” she whispered. Thank god. He thought this is over. With out the collar on she could speak more freely. He undid the rope binding the arms to the legs of the hog tie. The was about to undo the rest when she shook her head no. “Now tie me to the bed.” “What.?’” “I can't sleep free. Untied I mean. I just lay awake most nights until I fall asleep exhausted. “ “I’m worried about your feet and hands.” “You're sweet. Its okay. I can still feel them. You did a good job. Tight but not too tight.” “You sure?” “Please?” “What about that,” Pointing to the vibrator. “Batteries are dead.

I'll just leave it in.” He tied the feet to one post of the bed. The another rope was used at her direction around her waist to the metal side rails of the bed. “Collar.” “Are you sure?” “The batteries died on that too. The trick is you don’t know when. I assumed it worked. Just tie a rope to the ring on the collar. Then to side of the bed. I won't go anywhere.” The LED light was off. Even though the switch was on. He complied but felt very wrong in doing so. He camped outside her bedroom. Then leaving the bedroom door open. Half fell asleep on the sofa. Thankfully she did not want to be gagged. Out of concern he checked on her about 5 am. She was pretty much where he left her.

The more he watched her the more he wondered why. Why her and why him? Yes she was pretty. Yes he would and could but the wrongness of it all. This was not him. It was like an auto accident on the freeway. You hate that every one is slowing down to look but hate the idea that they are doing so. Yet when you come to the accident. You do the same damm thing. You slow down. Then again he was the kind of guy to help a person out. Oddly the boy scout code popped into his head.

On my honor, I will do my best

To do my duty to God and my Country and to obey the Scout Law;

To help other people at all times;

To keep myself physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight.

He bet that General Powel never accounted for bondage when he kicked off scouting. The line that was really pulling at him was ‘To help other people at all times’. Well he was helping. The worst thing for him was he was watching her letting her do this to herself. He also could see she wanted to do it right and had taken precautions. It was boiling down to a matter of perspective. His and hers. Then the last line of the pledge. Especially the last two words. Morally stra

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