Unexpected Love · Part 1 (1/3)
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Do you ever get the feeling that your life is a waste?
That everything you do is nothing more then a time killer?
That was my life. If one seeks to find personal enlightment and fulfillment, then having a desk job will most likely not get you there. Day in, day out, doing endless paperwork and forms.
Taking coffee breaks. Eating doughnuts in the staff lounge. Five days a week, four weeks a month, twelve months a year.
It just didn't end. As one can imagine, I was desperate for something different. Something new, something exciting. So, one day while at my desk, I asked God for help. "God."
I thought. "Can you help me get out of this mess? I want something new, something fulfilling"
There was a cheery "ding" as my e-mail received a new letter. "Wow, that was fast." I thought. Maybe God does answer prayers after all. A few quick clicks and I found myself looking at a new e-mail that read "Want a new job Miss. Gellman? I have one for you." The sender was simply "Job." Aside from my wondering how this, "Job" knew my name, my reaction was to open the e-mail and take a look.
The only words inside were a simple invitation to a local restaurant tomorrow night at eight. It said to look for a man in a plaid shirt. It all seemed to be too good to be true.
But then again, here was an opportunity to get away from this mind-numbing paperwork. So, like any desperate person, I decided to go.
I suppose I should introduce myself before I go any further. The name's Jan Gellman. Every story that has a happy ending needs a bad beginning. Before the protagonist knows love and acceptance, he or she needs to know pain and rejection. Have you ever wondered what can kill a person?
Bullets can, sharp pointy objects can, but can love kill someone? Or rather, can lack of love kill someone? I found out not too long ago that the answer to that question was yes.
Ever since my parents had abandoned me when I was an infant, I had been bouncing back and forth between foster homes and orphanages, always hoping for the day when a family would take me in and love me. The years dragged on.
The family never came. Yet, I always kept hope that someday, I would find a family that would love me.
"God" I asked.
"Please guide me towards a loving family."
Now, at the age of twenty one, I hadn't had much luck.
When I turned eighteen the government helped me find a job as a secretary at a paperclip company. My job? Do paperwork, answer the phone, greet clients and visitors. Three years of this had turned my brain to mush and my enthusiasm to nil. Somehow I managed to scrape by.
But the costs of living left nothing leftover for fun.
So my life had been pretty messed up by then.
Anyway, back to the story.
The following night I did my best to dress up and look pretty. Whoever this "Job" guy was certain to be some hotshot from a neighboring company.
Maybe it was the utensil company down the street. As I picked up my purse, my enthusiasm sagged ever so slightly. What a great change that would be. Switching from a paper clip company to a utensil one. Yippee.
Still, it would be a change. I showed up precisely at eight, standing outside the
Italian restaurant. And though people went in and out, there was no sign of a guy in a plaid shirt.
The minutes ticked by. Nobody showed up who fit the description.
At an hour past eight, I was ready to give up and go home. Looked like "Job"
wasn't coming. As I turned to head towards the car, a guy came out of the front doors.
"Excuse me," he said. "But are you by any chance Miss. Gellman? There's a man inside who's been waiting for you."
"Really?" I asked, my cheeks starting to blush. "Did he say what his name was?"
"Yes. A
Mr. Job. Does that sound familiar to you?"
"Why yes, that's him."
"Ah, okay. Follow me please." Following him inside the restaurant I cursed myself silently.
How stupid could I be not to actually go inside and look for the guy?
I had probably screwed the whole thing up already.
"Here she is Sir."
The employee had lead us to a booth near the back of the restaurant.
In the booth was Job. He was certainly different then who I expected him to be.
He was wearing a plaid shirt all right.
Green with yellow stripes. He had long hair, beard and moustache. And those glasses… oh my God those glasses were hideous.
Large 70's style disco glasses. Job obviously had some… interesting tastes.
But when he looked at me, his smile was warm and friendly. "Well hello there!" He said, his voice slightly high in pitch and squeaky. "I'm
Job! You're Miss. Gellman I assume?"
I nodded. "That's right." He smiled again and motioned for me to sit down across from him.
"Well come on! You going to stand there all night or am I going to have to tie you down to the seat?" I sat down, not quite sure what to think of this guy. He seemed to be a goofy man who liked to joke.
"Are the two of you ready to order?"
"Yes, I'll have the spaghetti and meatballs if you don't mind. How about you Miss.
Gellman?"
"Oh, I'll have… uh… the same."
The waiter smiled and walked away.
"Oh look!"
Job said, pointing out the window.
Snow was starting to fall. "I always loved snow! So white and clean! Do you like snow Miss.
Gellman? Back when I lived in
Switzerland we got snow so often it made me think Santa Claus lived down the street."
"Really?" I asked. "You're from
Switzerland "Oh yes. I wanted to live in the snow, but where the taxes weren't so high.
Here in this state we have such lovely snow, don't you think?"
"Well, yes."
I coughed, trying to figure out what to say next.
"Mr. Job, how did you get my name and e-mail address?"
He smiled.
"Oh, I have my ways Miss. Gellman.
Because I own the company you work for, I get a lot of time to observe my employees. They all seem pretty average, but you… you're special. I watch you a lot. I can tell you're bored with your desk job, is that right?"
I nodded. "Well, I have a new job ready for you if you want it.
If you decide to take it, you can gain a lifetime of enjoyment and pleasure, a lifetime of never having to worry about paying bills or wondering how you're going to live from paycheck to paycheck."
I leaned forward, definitely interested in what he was saying.
"This job is a lifetime one," he continued.
"I currently have three other employees working for me, and they are never leaving." He noticed my look of surprise. "Oh no, it's not that. It's just that they like their job so much. I ask them every month if they want to keep going and the answer is always yes."
I thought about this for a few minutes. "Well, this certainly sounds intriguing. What exactly is this job?"
Job blushed. "Well… it's not an ordinary one, that's for certain."
He glanced out the window at the falling snow.
"Tell me Miss. Gellman, are you into bondage?"
His question caught me completely by surprise.
I looked at him, not really getting what he had said.
"I won't be surprised if you think I'm a freak."
He said. "Not many people like it when I ask if they are a fan of bondage.
But that's what this job involves, a lot of bondage."
At that the waiter came with our plates of spaghetti.
"Oh goody!" Job said. "I just love spaghetti, don't you? Reminds me of my mom's cooking." He launched into his food, happily eating at his pasta. I went through mine more slowly, taking my time.
After a few minutes he noticed how I was eating slowly.
"Tell you what." He said. "Why don't you come out to my place for the weekend and see what the job is?
You can see it for yourself! Doesn't that sound like fun?"
Well, I wasn't doing anything.
So I nodded. "Excellent!"
Job said. From the looks of him, you could get the impression that he was a kid who had just walked into a candy store. "How about I come get you on Saturday morning? Meet me outside the office and I'll drive you to my place."
I nodded again and resumed eating.
Soon the dinner ended, we shook hands and left the restaurant.
As I drove through the snow towards my apartment, my mind was racing.
Bondage? What kind of job involved bondage? Though I had only been doing a desk job, I knew what bondage was.
After all, the internet was very useful in looking up things during one's off time. I knew about bondage and what it was.
Though I did find an appeal in it, I still couldn't find out why guys (and some gals) enjoyed watching people being tied, or being tied up themselves. I had never tired bondage before.
I didn't have the time or the money.
But… there was an excitement growing in me.
I was very curious to see what this job was that involved bondage.
I didn't have to wait long to find out.
Saturday rolled around soon enough, and I was outside the office, waiting for Job to show up. He showed up on time, driving a large van (complete with black tinted windows).
His goofy grin and hideous glasses said hello when I got into the car. He drove for almost six hours, heading away from the city and out into the mountains. It was quiet as we drove, save for the radio playing soft jazz tunes.
Snow fell softly outside the windows.
"Tell me Mr. Job" I asked, deciding to break the silence. "Are you married?"
"Oh yes!
I'm married to a wonderful woman, and we have three daughters."
Daughters?
"Do they know about the bondage?"
He grinned.
"Oh yes, and they love it!"
I kept quiet, not really feeling like talking anymore.
We went up into the mountains, through the snow filled forest, heading farther and farther away from civilization.
"How much further?"
"Oh, another twenty minutes or so."
Looking out the window, I saw smoke rising from a ridge.
Exactly twenty minutes later we went around the ridge and into a small parking lot. "Here we are!" Job said.
Getting out of the car, I saw our destination.
It was a large house, built completely out of logs. Nestled up to the large mountain and surrounded by snow and trees, it looked like the ultimate log cabin. The windows were covered in curtains, but a soft light glowed from behind them.
"Do you like it?"
Job asked as he walked up next to me.
"It's my luxury house. It also doubles as a hostel for those who like to stay out here."
He shivered, rubbing his arms. "Why don't we go inside? I'm sure we'll be a lot warmer!"
He led the way up the snowy path to the heavy log door.
He grunted slightly as he unlocked it and swung it open.
We both hurried inside.
It was warm in here, no doubt about that.
There was a large fireplace in the waiting room, complete with glowing bonfire. I must say that I was impressed with the place. The log cabin had a snug, homely feel. "Honey!"
Job called out, "Daughters! I'm home!"
A woman walked into the waiting room, wearing another set of oversized glasses. "Hello
Oslo
!" She said, walking up to my companion and giving him a big hug.
Oslo
?" I asked.
"That's my real name."
Job said. "Job is just a codename I use. Inga, I'd like you to meet Jan Gellman. She's going to be staying with us here for the weekend."
Inga came over to me and gave me a giant bear hug.
"Well, hello there Jan!"
She said as she squeezed me. "My
Oslo offered you the job didn't he?"
"Uh, yes he did."
She smiled.
"Ah, and you are here to see what your work environment is going to be like, correct?
I hope you like it here. I can tell that you'd be a wonderful addition to our crew here!"
She looked around. "Speaking of crew, where is she? Julia!"
What happened next both startled and intrigued me. A woman walked into the room, wearing nothing more then a pair of handcuffs and leg irons connected by a long chain, a pair of black leather jeans and a large collar around her neck.
"Yes mother?" She asked.
"Julia, would be kind to bring our guest some clothes? I'm sure she must be dreadfully cold after that drive."
The woman smiled warmly.
"Of course!" She walked out of the room, her chains clinking.
I stared at Inga.
"That… she's your daughter?!"
Inga saw my confusion and fear.
"Oh, don't worry about that my dear." She said.
"She's not our biological daughter.
We didn't even adopt her. Mother and daughter are just terms were use around here."
"You mean… you don't have any real daughters?"
"No, we don't."
Oslo said. "We were never able to have children of our own." He sighed. "There is a lot we have to tell you Jan. But after Julia shows you to your room." Julia came back into the room, carrying a large coat.
"Here you go."
She said, offering to me as best she could with her hands cuffed.
"Oh, uh… thank you."
I took the coat and put it on, glad to be a little warmer.
"Julia?"
Oslo said. "Could you please show
Jan to the guest room? She'll be staying with us over the weekend."
"Of course father."
Julia said. "Do you have any baggage?" She asked me.
"Uh… no, I don't."
Okay. Come with me!"
With that she started to walk up the oak stairs, me following close behind. On the upper floor she led me down a long, candle-lit hallway until we reached a closed door.
Pulling out a key from her pants, Julia unlocked it.
"Here we are!"
We went into the room.
It was fairly small, with a large four poster bed, a few cabinets and a medium sized window. Snow was falling heavily outside. "This is where you'll be staying." Julia said. "Is it okay with you?"
"Well…"
I had to admit, the place was nice. "Yes.
But… I have to ask you, why are you…"
She smiled.
"You're probably wondering why I'm cuffed and why I call Mr. and Miss.
Sven mother and father, right?"
"Yes, that's it."
Julia smiled.
"Oh boy, where to start? Well, it all started five years ago. Why don't you sit down? This might take a while." I sat down on the bed while Julia eased herself onto a chair.
"Five years ago I was working for Mr.
Sven's company, working as a secretary. It was incredibly boring work, so you can imagine my excitement when
Oslo offered me a new job. As you can imagine, that got me quite excited." She smiled. "So I came out here, and now I work for him, keeping this house tidy and clean."
"But… why are you cuffed like that?"
"Oh, these?"
She said, looking at the restraints on her wrists and ankles.
"Well, the Sven's are quite kinky.
Oslo paid me to wear these cuffs twenty four hours a day, seven days a week.
Eventually I liked wearing them so much I haven't taken them off.
The last time I did was four years ago.
They've been locked on ever since."
"Four years?!" I gasped.
"But… how do you live like that?
Chained up and all?"
"Oh, you don't wear much clothes for a starter." She said.
"These pants? They are zipped up from the back." She stood up and turned around, revealing that the pant legs were zipped up from behind. "Besides, being naked is oh so much fun!"
She paused for a moment.
"Anyway, after a while Mr. and Mrs. Sven got very affectionate towards me, and I to them. We all liked this arrangement so much that they practically adopted me.
That's why I call them mother and father, and they call me daughter."
"So you live here?"
"Oh yes.
I don't spend all my time in the house though.
We go out to see movies, get groceries, go shopping, etc.
I don't spend all my time chained in the house!"
"But… what do other people think?"
"Oh, they got used to the sight after a while. They really don't pay any attention to it anymore. They just let it slide."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
This was all so… strange. "But what if you want to leave?"
"Oh, I can do that if I want to.
But I don't. I'm having too much fun!" She yawned and tried to stretch her arms apart, only to have the cuffs clink and hold them in place.
"Oh yeah." She yawned. "That's one thing you never get over is trying to stretch while cuffed."
I shook my head.
This was one odd house. "Do you want to meet the others?" Julia asked.
"Others?"
"Yes, others.
There are two others here in the house, all full time bondage wearers like I am. All of us wear bondage twenty four hours a day, seven days a week.
I'm the youngest in terms of years. Doreen and Liz have a lot more under their belt. Would you like to meet them?"
More? This was getting more and more interesting by the minute.
"Sure, why not?"
"Excellent!
We'll start with Liz." With that, my shackled guide got up and walked down the hall to another door.
She knocked. "Liz?
Can I come in? I've got a guest with me!"
"Come on in!"
Julia opened the door and we went inside.
This room was much like mine, except that there was already someone in it. She was roughly thirty by my first guess. She too, was cuffed, except that her arms were behind her. She was buck naked, save for a leather body harness.
Like Julia, she wore a thick and black leather collar around her neck.
The lady was sitting on her bed, turning the pages of a book with her toes (her ankles were shackled as well).
The lady looked up at me.
"Oh hello!" She said. "Are you visiting us for the weekend?"
"Yes, I am.
Mr. Sven invited me over." She laughed.
"Ah yes, I remember when he invited me over ten years ago. Trust me, what you see is what you get, if you decide to take the job!
Oh, where are my manners? The name's Liz. I see you've met my sister Julia already."
"Is she your…"
"No, we're not related, save the bonds of love and of bondage!" She laughed, then glanced at the clock. "Oh dear, I've got to go start practicing my act in a few minutes."
Liz placed a bookmark in her book, closed it, then put it on the bookcase next to the bed. All while using only her feet.
"Do you not use your hands anymore?"
I asked. Liz glanced over her shoulders.
"My hands?
I stopped using them ten years ago. They've been locked in these cuffs the entire time.
And trust me kiddo, when your hands are cuffed behind you for ten years, you get pretty good at living without them."
She hopped off the bed and started walking out the door. "Sorry to leave you so soon," she said. "But duty calls!" With that, she walked out of the room. I turned to
Julia.
"Has she really been wearing cuffs that long?!"
"Oh yes.
And she's quite proud of it as well."
"But how?
How can she stand to wear them like that for so long?"
"Well, Mr. and Miss. Sven clean us up very well in the shower. You don't need to get out of cuffs to be washed. Mr.
and Miss. Sven take good care of us in almost every way you can think of.
We just don't really need to be free that much anymore."
I looked at her, mind racing. But she managed to catch what I was thinking.
"Are you thinking we're here against our will?" She asked cheerfully.
"No, no, it's not like that. We all enjoy our bondage here. We can leave anytime we want. It's just that we don't have to worry about bills or food here.
We have all of our needs taken care of, and we enjoy helping people out here."
"Really?
What do you do?"
"This is a hostel.
When people come over and stay, we help keep things running smoothly.
And besides," she blushed. "We like all the attention we get. And you wouldn't believe how much affection and care Mr. and Miss. Sven are capable of giving out." She looked down the hallway. "You want to meet
Doreen? If you think I'm interesting, then you'll love her!"
More interesting then these two?
Now I just had to see this Doreen. "Lead the way!"
Julia led me down the hallway to yet another room. "Don't be surprised when you meet Doreen." She said.
"She's been in bondage for a long time.
Much longer then I have."
"I have a question."
I asked. "You say that you all have jobs here, correct?"
"That is correct."
"Then what is Liz's job?"
"Liz is an entertainer for guests.
She knows hundreds of jokes and songs.
She is quite popular."
"And what does Doreen do?"
Julia smiled.
"Doreen is the cuddler.
She gets hugged a lot, because she wanted to be a pillow when she began her life here. She didn't get affection from her family, so she gets it now by being a pillow."
We reached another oak door.
Julia pressed a buzzer, then waited.
"Doreen can't speak, so she uses a buzzer."
There was a loud buzz, and Julia opened the door.
Like the rooms before it, this one was relatively small and simple.
There was a large four poster bed, a window showing the snow outside, and a few candles lighting up the room.
There was a woman sitting on the bed.
Like the two before her, she was naked and wearing restraints.
Heavy manacles around the ankles and wrists, and a thick collar around the neck.
What distinguished this lady from the others was the fact that she was wearing a very large and very thick gag around her mouth. I was a bit surprised seeing something that big. Her shiny black leather gag covered her entire mouth up to her nose. Though I had never worn a gag before, and never had an interest in doing so, I suddenly found myself wanting a gag like that.
"Jan, I want you to meet Doreen."
Julia said. "Doreen, this is Jan. She's visiting us for the weekend." Doreen raised her hands and waved.
"Let me guess…"
I said. "She doesn't speak."
Julia smiled.
"You’re correct."
"And let me guess… she hasn't spoken in several years, correct?" Julia laughed.
"I think you're getting a good idea of what happens here!
Yes, she hasn't spoken in twenty years.
She's been wearing that gag almost continuously since she first got
After meeting Julia and Liz, this didn't surprise me. Rather, it intrigued "What's it like wearing a gag for twenty years?" I asked.
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