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ight. This was crazy. But what kind. The good crazy or the bad crazy. He looked around the bedroom again. Still something bugged him. It looked like a teenagers room. A good dozen stuffed animals, a unicorn poster.
A mirror sculpture of some kind above the bed. Make up table and chair across from the bed. The note from Jackie still taped there. A clock on the make up table. A closet and the bathroom door to her right. Plants hanging in the two corners on the left and window with the drapes closed. The bed that was built on site. Bolted where it stood. No way could any one could move that thing. Two dressers flanking the bed with table lamps. The bedroom had more furniture than the rest of the flat. The living room had a rug. Sofa. Two chairs. No TV. A printer. A desk with a computer on it. Book shelf with a few books. Mostly full of magazines he had not looked close enough to read the titles.
Kitchen had the essentials. One cabinet was her liqueur locker. The hard stuff. Bourbon. Vodka. Whiskey. Fridge had a beer. Just one. Juice. Eggs. assorted condiments. microwave snack foods. Microwave was next to the fridge. Looked new. The plastic sheeting was still on the door window. A toaster oven that was also new. A pile of empty pizza boxes. He shifted his focus back to the bedroom. Julie stretched out. Able to roll side to side a little. Arms still bound behind her. Legs trying to curl up into a ball but stopped short. The heat was on high making it a little warm for him but since she was naked. It made sense. Then the odd part. He did not see it at first.
All the stuffed animal where looking at the bed. Julie wanted an audience. She may need help. Was there such a thing as sex addiction? Maybe. But where do you go? There was no patch or gum. Julie was doing this in her own way and from her instruction of having him tie her up. She seemed to know ‘the ropes’. The alarm ringing startled him. He moved over and shut it off. She couldn’t. “Morning.” she croaked. “Morning yourself. Are You done.?” “Not quite. I need to go to bathroom. Just untie my legs.” He released her legs and undid the ropes holding her to the bed. She swung over the bed. Stood up and waited to test her balance. Satisfied. Julie was half way to the bathroom door then stopped.
“Uhh. I need some help?” “What?” “The vibrator.” “Oh” He came next to her. She had a smell of having sex. That sweaty smell of body fluids in heat. He unbuckled the vibrator and it popped out into his hands. Julie went inside the bath room. Hands still bound behind her. So she kicked the door closed with her feet. Funny. He has seen her naked most of the night and she was shy about taking a piss. Weird. He took a position next the bathroom door leaning against the frame “Julie.” “Yes.” said her voice was raised so he could hear her through the door. “Where do you work?’ “Here.” “How is that?” “I do home tech support. You know that work from home thing. It’s a contract kind of deal.
Weekdays in the morning.” “So you don’t go out.” “No. Not really. I do shopping on Monday nights. Really late. No one is around.” “So how did you get into …this.” “I met Jackie when I was in collage. We roomed together. She and I could not cut it. She found this place and I moved in after her. The lease is in both our names. Rent is paid up. But with out another roomie. It not going to be easy. I can get by.” “You think you can find another roommate?” “Not really. Not one that won’t screw me. Or tie me up on the weekends. It was Jackie who got me started. Her sister was big into the scene as it where. The whole bondage thing.
I think she is online as Gale Primrose or something.” He heard her pissing in the toilet. Still something nagged at him. Something was still off. “Julie. Are you gay or…” She laughed. “No. I like men. I like you. I am just horny. I Like the idea of getting off when you have no control. It’s the whole relationship thing I cant get past. Then Aids and HIV scares the shit out of me. I just feel this is safe sex.” “Let me guess. You never had sex until after you graduated from high school. “ “Yeah. Parent kept me on a short leash. “ “Any brother or sisters.” “Two of each. Five kids. Dad worked in a steel mill. Mom in a department store.” “Christian.” “Damm. Are you a detective? Your right. Yeah.
I got the scholarship here and saw a way out. But it only covered the first year. Books and tuition. “ “So where are you from?” “Pittsburg.” “Old steel town.” “Yeah.” Water in the sink was running. He heard her slurping water like a drinking fountain. Then the water went off. She had to contort her body to get the faucet turned on and off. Or she was Houdini. The toilet flushed. Then the bathroom door knob jiggled. He took the knob and turned it. Gave it a little push. It bumped her ass. She pulled the door open the rest of the way and then skipped to the bed. She crawled up onto it with her legs under her. She smiled. She had a very nice smile.
“Finished?” “I’m hungry.” “Okay Ill untie you and fix something.” “No. I want breakfast in bed. You feed me.” “This is nuts.” “You can screw me later if you want.” “No. I wont screw you.” “See. I was testing you. I told you about the HIV and Aids. But you already said you where married so I figured your safe. So if you want to set me free. You have to feed me breakfast in bed.” “Your crazy.” “You could leave and I would still be tied up.” “Alright. Breakfast in bed.” “And you feed me.” “And I feed you. But then you getting free.” “Deal.” This was nuts. But he hit the kitchen again. She needed to go shopping. Her larder was pretty thin. Toast, juice and scrambled eggs.
Plate and glass in hand. He went to bedroom. Julie was sitting upright. A huge grin on her face. This was some other kind of turn on for her. Fine. Whatever. He gave the toast first. She nibbled on it. Great, she was in no hurry to get this over with. “Thank you master.” “You do not have to call me master.” “I like to.” “Don’t” “Yes master.” She smiled again. Now she was teasing. In retrospect. How could she stop him from untying her. Chasing a naked woman around the apartment half bound. Yeah that did not seem a good idea. Just let this be over with. It was the longest breakfast he had even done. Or it seemed so. When the last egg was gone. The juice was drained from the glass.
She turned about. Presenting her bound arms and hands. The color was a little red. He untied her. Arms freed. She whipped around and hugged him. ”Thank you.” “Okay. You get some clothes on. If you need to talk. I will be down the hall. But I think you need help.” “Maybe I do But it was nice that you helped me. I feel so alive after a session. “ “That’s fine. But I need some real rack time. So don’t do anything stupid.” Julie hung her arms around him and gave him a kiss. “Thank you again.” He unwrapped her from him and gently sat her down on the bed. “Your welcome.” He left again making sure to lock her door behind him. “Goodnight.” He said it even thought it was morning.
He was not that tired and needed to think. Plus the corner market was open. The weather was cold and clear. Jacket. Hat. Gloves. He walked to the market. His old Chevy had ice on the windshield and it was a good ten block walk. He needed the time to think so he hiked it. The snow crunching under his feet. He wonder what. If anything, he should do about Julie. Who could he call? Was this the only time? What if she came back? Would she come back? If she wanted to do this again. Would he assist? It felt like he was her pimp. Bondage pimp? Good heavens. How does that even work?. She said she could not do this herself. Worse she could really hurt herself. This bondage sex thing of hers.
How do you even break it? Cope with it? It was like a drug to her. Cold turkey seemed to be the answer. Or what about the other direction. He never took a drink after that bar fight. He never got drunk before in his life and that whole day was a blur. Damm. That was over twenty years ago. But too much of a good thing. That might make you back off or quit. Then some drug addicts died from too much of a good thing. He was so wrapped up in himself that he missed the turn for the corner market. He doubled back. He did enough shopping for him and her. Three bags of food. He could have bought more but that would have meant getting his truck. The walk cleared his head and he came to a decision.
He would help her if she asked. But at the same time try and talk her into getting professional help. On the way in he checked his mail. Sorted through his mail and saw a letter from Frank. They where old school. No phone calls or email. There was another letter from his investment broker. His divorce lawyer. Her divorce lawyer. Publisher clearing house. He opened the letter from Frank. He wanted to know how he was doing. Etc. Would he be interested in selling his half of their investment to him. Etc. After packing away his and her food. In his apartment. He finally got to sleep. When he woke up. It was a Saturday night and he was not a big movie watcher or bowler.
Normally it was music on the radio and a Tom Clancy novel. He got other books he been wanting to read. Mostly out of curiosity sake. But at six o’clock. Their was a gentile knock at the door. He opened it with out looking through the peep hole. “Hi?” said Julie. “Can I come in?” “Okay.” She came in with a boundless energy. There was a kid who got caught with her hands in the cookie jar like look. He could tell what was on her mind. “What’s for dinner?’ “Hungry? I got some minute steaks and tater tots.” “Ooooooh. Tater tots. I have not had those in years.” He put the tater tots on a cookie sheet and set the oven. Then the timer. The minute steaks took less time so he waited on those. “So.
What do you do on a Saturday?” Julie was warming up. Trying not to say the thing on her mind. “Read.” “Read?’ She looked around. He had not been here very long and usually after buying a book. He’d gave it to some one else. So right now his library was a half dozen books. “Tom Clancy. Lee Child. Jack Reacher and Harry Potter? I would have not seen you reading the last two.” “Kinda catching up. Never had much time on the ship. Reading was the only thing you could do.” “ Never read the books. I’ve seen the movie. Tom Cruise was great.” “Never judge a book by its movie.” “Really. Why. You spend half as much time a get to eat popcorn while doing it.” “You could do the same with a book.
Plus you can rewind a book. You cant do that in a theater. So if you miss something you have to see it again.” “That’s why they come out on dvd.” “You don’t have a TV.” “Computer.” “Oh. That right. But with a book you can stop and start where you like. You can get into the character and often a movie will gloss over or skip over details. Character quirks or totally marginalize or completely leave out a character.” He was actually enjoying this book vs. movie debate. Plus having some to talk to was really nice. “Ahh. But a movie can make something exciting. You hear and see thing that a book may not show you. Ever seen Fifty shades of Gray.” “No.
Not even read the book either.” “I did have a copy. I can get it to you.” “No computer. No dvd player. Just my laptop.” “It plays dvd’s right?’ “I think so.” “So when you saw a movie. Where did you go.” “On base or some times guys would play it on a sheet. Impromptu theater. Carriers actually had movies flown in.” The timer rang. He plopped the steaks on a frying pan. Then toasted some buns. Buns. Why did that make in smile inwardly. Julie enjoyed the meal. He figured she had not anything to eat since he gave her breakfast in bed. Literally. After she ate. Julie was on pins and needles. “Thanks. That was great.” Wiping her cute little mouth with a napkin. She smiled again. Beaming.
“Your welcome. I figure you had not gone shopping. I did for both of us. I got some groceries for you.” “You did? That’s sweet of you. I can't pay you back.” “Just trying to help out. You can pay me back later.” “Speaking of helping out…” Julie paused. He could see it coming. Here’s the pitch. “I need your help. I want to you help me tie me up again. Something different.” And it is out of the park. Next batter. “I thought you where going to go cold turkey.” “No. You said it.” Strike one. “You can't keep doing this to yourself.” “But you said you would help. You would not want to see me get hurt.” Strike two. “You need help.” “I am. I never had anyone beside Jackie to talk to about his.
I need your help. If you won't. Who will.” Swing and a miss. Strike three. He was out. “Alright what do you want me to do.”
It was back at her flat. She wanted to get ready and while she was in the bedroom. Door closed. He put away the food he had bought. While waiting he wandered about the living room. He tried to take a book down from the shelf but it was stuck to its neighbors. Closer exanimation showed it was prop. All three had been glued together. Looking at the bottom it had the words. ‘Cinema props‘. What the hell?’ He wondered what that meant. He had been to Hobby Lobby and saw fake books before. Normally they where hollow so you could hide something. But there was nothing to hide. No hidden catch or anything. They looked to have been molded together. Felt almost like rubber.
He placed the book where he found it. The magazines were People, National Geographic and True Detective. Which seemed to sport some bimbo on the cover tied up some where waiting for a hero to show up. Odd. A few were postmarked from an address in Pittsburg. The date was about three months ago. How long had Julie been here. More than a year maybe? Another had a Denver library stamped on it. The date was about the same time. Libraries like to keep magazine on file. He was not sure about if they let you check them out or not. He had the odd feeling. Something was off. The bedroom door opened. He did not know what to expect and this was not it.
Having seen her naked was one thing but her outfit was something else. During his brief foray into bondage research. He saw what a dominatrix was. Or the stereotypical version. Julie pretty much captured that image. Four, maybe five inch high heeled boots with a metal spike as a heel. The boots stopped a few inches below the crotch. A black thong. Some sort of was corset was laced tight. It pushed out her breast and knocked off a good four inches of waistline. It hugged her accenting her curvaceous figure. Gloves that went past the elbow and nearly to the armpit. That damm shock collar. A head harness that had a bright red ball gag hanging from it. The butterfly vibrator was in.
He could see its shape out lined by the thong. Ankle and wrist had some sort of manacle on them. Now what was her game? Julie wanted to be held upright. Spread eagled. Ropes holding her legs apart and arms apart at the end of the bed. To ensure her legs could not slide apart or together. Another rope went from one leg to the other. All nice and tight. Once he had done the dirty deed. All that was left was to turn on the two vibrators. That’s right two. One set was hidden inside the corset clipped onto her breasts. The other was in her vagina. He remembered seeing them both when he first discovered her Two hours was the time limit this time.
Stamping her left foot three then two then three was the safe word. The shock collar made it hard for her to say anything. Small little grunts where about as much as she could get away with. The hard part was standing in the boots. The slow pain of not able to move in heels that bent your ankle in an awkward position. Seated not more than five feet away. He watch her sweat and wonder if he should turn the heat down. Hair matted against her face. Julie would shake her head violently in the throws of ecstasy while the vibrator did their evil work upon her. What was going through that head of hers. Or anything at all. Sex did not have a playbook or a manual. It was mostly instinct.
Animals in heat. You did what made you feel good. The beast she called it. She was smiling when their was a brief pause in the action. A wisp of a smile at the corner of her mouth while she looked at him. Yes he was interested in her. But not in the way she was thinking. He wanted to make her stop this. Yet he could not turn away. Two hours passed. He did not count how many times she hit a high point. She wrapped her arms around him as he untied her from the post. He switched off the shock collar. “Tie me to the bed. Use the padlocks on my hands and feet.” “Padlocks?” “There. In the night stand. “ He remembered them on her when he first found her.
They where used to secured her arms to chains. Now he was using them on her manacles to lock her limbs together. He only tied her feet. Shock collar off and gag out. She was asleep in no time. The vibrators was also turned off but left in her. Now what. She slept soundly while he cat napped on the sofa. Her alarm rang and he shut it of. “Morning“. She said. Her hair was a mess and she looked like she had ran a marathon. “Had enough.?” “I think so. Just unlock me” This time with arms free she scampered to the bathroom with out needing assistance. He took his position he had from last time. While the door was closed. Weird.
“So how long you been here?” “Almost a year.” “So you been in the Denver area about two years?” “Yeah.” “Do you actually ski.” “No. I took a few lessons. But I have terrible balance.” “Yet you can stand in high heels for two hours while masturbating… or whatever.“ “Yeah you're right. It is kinda funny.” “Need me to cook anything.” “Could you?. That would be great. I am going to take a shower.” Back in the kitchen. He made hash browns. French toast and sausage. He kept it warm while she was showering. He still felt something was off. So while he waited he wander around. A stack of mail was on they desk. He idly looked at it. Bills mostly. But there was on letter with no return address.
Post marked Vermont. But he knew the hand writing. Then pieces began to fall into place. He did not see any pictures. Pictures of her. Her family. Her and Jackie. This was also a one room apartment. No roll away bed. No Murphy bed. The sofa was not a sofa bed. Where did Jackie sleep? Did they share the bed. Possibly. It was big enough. The computer was on but the screen was off. He moved the mouse and the screen came on. What he saw confirmed everything. The computer was showing about a dozen live shots from her bedroom. The stuffed animals were hidden cameras. Each giving her a different perspective. She wanted an audience but also maybe to blackmail him into some action. He waited.
Julie was wearing jeans and sweater. Hair wrapped up in a towel turban. He handed her a plate and sat on the opposite end of the sofa from Julie. She gobbled it up. When she finished he thought it best to get right to the point. “You have not been here a year have you?” “What do you mean?” “This. All of this is a set. A movie set. Or something like it.” “You're crazy.” “Really. Care to check all your teddy camera in you bedroom. Or how about the fact that a few of your appliances have not been used. Or that you have magazines with Pittsburg post mark dated three to four months ago. “ “My mom sent them to me.” “It cost more to send in the mail.
You could have picked them up at any book store cheaper than having them sent to you..“ “Then where are pictures. Nothing on the fridge. None of you or Jackie. Or any family.“ “I…“ He was on a roll and not letting her try to weasel out. “Then where did Jackie sleep or did she. I can check your rental agreement. I am the super. I can do that.” Julie looked around. He was going to let her make the next move. “Uncle Frank says hi.” she said in mock sarcasm. “Uncle Frank?” “I was supposed to have sex with you. But you did not go for it. Then Frank was going to blackmail you into selling your half of the business.” She reached behind her and pulled out a envelop addressed to him.
It was his mail from yesterday. It was from the investment banker he and other first started twenty years ago. She stole it. “Uncle Frank has a deal in the works. A big one. Billions of dollars. He wanted to buy you out but you kept saying no. So when you wanted to move away he suggested this place. I beat you here about a week. Set me up. Jackie is my sister and only visited me here. I used her as a prop. Like an extra in a movie. She knows about my bondage. She is also not Gale Primrose. I am. I also do work from home. But not as technical support. I sell bondage videos.” He waited. He expected something like this. Not to this extent. He just stared at her. Not saying a word. “Are you mad.
I Like you. I mean it. This is no act. Your nice. Too nice to do this to you. I am so sorry.” “Extortion is a federal crime. So is stealing the mail.” He said he took out his phone. Julie eye grew wide. She was in near tears. He was not sure if this still was an act. She did confess to just about everything. Maybe it was caught on camera in this room. He was not sure. “Please. I don’t want to go to jail. I messed up. You know how Frank is. He a talker. You’re the only one he never could sweet talk. Please. I'll do anything.” “Anything?” “Yes” “Then your going to make a phone call.” … “Uncle Frank. Hi. Its Julie. No. He won't go for it. He got the letter before I could get to it.
I don’t think he is going to sign it. You just going have deal with him or lose out. I am sorry. I tried. I’m okay. No he didn’t. He tied me up but I was telling him to. Its on the video. So you got nothing. I had to even have him sign a waiver so he would. Yeah its all legal and stuff. “ “Uncle Frank. Please. You sent me out here. You blackmailed me. I like doing bondage. But…” The phone went dead. “He has a bit of a temper. He was the one that started that bar fight twenty years ago.” James said turning off the recorder. Taking the phone away from her. He had the whole conversation on tape. He might need this in case Frank tried something like this again. From his perspective.
Either he was going to be rich. Or very rich or just keep things as they where. Either way it worked for him. “Now what?” Julie asked. “You're going back to school. I can blackmail people too.” “I mean about this.” He looked at her. Spread eagled on the giant bed. Arms chained and legs tied with rope. This time the capstan winch was fixed and the emergency release worked. “Oh I am sure we can come up with something to tame the beast.”
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