Unexpected Love · Part 2

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Doreen raised her hands and began to move them in sign language.

"She says that it is a very interesting experience. She enjoys the quiet she gets, and enjoys being able to listen more then speaking.

The silence of the world is very soothing to the soul, she says."

"Is she by any chance a philosopher?" Doreen closed her eyes and her head shook up and down slightly as she continued to sign.

"She laughs at the question and thanks you for asking it. But yes, she is a philosopher. She says that being forced into silence gives her much time to think."

More signals. "Ahh,"

Julia said. "She's asking if you want to hug her. She says that a hug is often the most powerful spiritual tool one can use."

I shrugged.

"Why not?" Doreen moved her hands again.

"She requests that you please roll her up in blankets. She says that she finds being wrapped up while being hugged to be quite soothing and comforting.

It gives her the feeling of being embraced by loved ones that she never got in childhood."

I smiled.

"Sounds like she has been philosophising for a long time!"

Secretly, I was all too happy to grant her request.

Taking the thick blankets on the bed, I wound them around Doreen's naked form. She didn't resist in the slightest, but rather allowed me to continue. When she was nicely rolled up in a tight little bundle, she slowly lay back on the bed.

I followed her onto the bed. She looked at me with inviting eyes, inviting me to take her in my arms and hold her. Despite her inviting offer, I hesitated ever so slightly. This was the first time I had ever done something like this before.

Yet… it felt so natural. After all, is the exchange of affection not one of our most primal urges?

So I followed what felt natural and hugged her. It was a passionate hug.

Both of us were lying down on the bed.

Doreen in chains and wrapped up in blankets.

Me with my arms around her upper body, and my legs wrapping themselves around hers. I squeezed her and held her warm body close to mine, our eyes closing in pleasure at the powerful feeling of touch. I opened my eyes briefly to look at her.

Though it was impossible to tell, I got the feeling that underneath that gag of hers, she was smiling.

Have you ever noticed that when you are sharing affection, whether it's by cuddling, kissing, hugging, making love, or simply holding someone, that time seems to slow down?

That it seems to stop? Such was the case with me. I had no idea how long I held Doreen in my arms. It was silly really.

I hadn't known this woman for more then ten minutes, yet here I was holding and embracing her with her permission.

Heck, she had asked for it in the first place.

It all just felt so… natural… so… right.

And above all, it felt… loving.

"Maybe this is what God feels like all the time."

I thought. "Hugging people like this."

After a while I opened my eyes and looked at

Doreen. Her eyes were still closed, but I could sense that she was still awake.

Looking around, I saw that Julia had quietly left and closed the door, no doubt to give us some privacy.

So I continued doing what felt natural.

I lay there with my new friend and cuddled her.

After a few minutes I got cold, so I pulled the bed comforter over both of us. Clutching the woman to me, I lay my head on a pillow and got comfortable. The snow continued to fall outside. Doreen's eyes remained closed.

But I knew she was happy.

And I knew that I felt wonderful. So

I leaned forward and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

She wiggled ever so slightly under my hold.

Apparently the relaxation overwhelmed me, because the next thing I knew, I opened my eyes to find the room much darker and the candles much shorter. Doreen was still in my arms under the comforter. Judging by her breathing, she was asleep. And

I realized that I too, had fallen asleep. But for how long? It was still light outside, but it was also much darker.

Something made Doreen wake up at that point.

Her eyes blinked open, she looked around sleepily, and then saw me.

I smiled and kissed her again. And again, she wiggled under my hold.

Sensing that the time was right, I gently let her go. Moving efficiently, she undid the blankets that were wrapped around her and got out from under the comforter. Gently taking my hand, she pulled me gently towards the door. Glancing up at the fireplace, I saw a clock that read seven.

Apparently, it was time for dinner.

Doreen led me into the hallway and down the stairs. The dinner table was there, filled with plates of gorgeous looking food.

Mrs. Sven was putting some mashed potatoes on the table when she saw me.

"Ah Jan!"

She said happily. "We were beginning to wonder when you would come down!"

"Sorry about that."

I said. "I guess I dozed off for a while." Doreen raised her cuffed hands and signaled something to Mrs. Sven.

"Ah, so you did fall asleep!

Doreen here says that you are a very good hugger, even when you are asleep."

"She was awake?"

"Oh yes, she was.

She enjoyed every second of being hugged by you.

She compliments you on how you squeeze ever so snugly, and how you envelop others in your arms. She thinks you would have a very easy time dating someone if you hugged them like you did to her."

I blushed.

"Really? Aw shucks…"

Soon enough, dinner started.

We all sat down at the table (chains and restraints included), pulled our chairs up, and looked ready to eat. But

Before I could bite into that lovely piece of chicken, Julia bowed her head revently and gave thanks to God for the food that we were about to enjoy.

When she finished, there was a quiet "Amen" around the table (except from Doreen, who simply nodded her head reverently).

"Wow."

I thought. "They really like bondage, yet they are also spiritual.

I think I'm starting to really like them."

As the food was passed around, Mr. Sven looked at me curiously. "So

Julia," he said. "What are your first impressions of us? Be truthful now, I want to know what you really think!"

Hmm…how was I going to answer him?

Oh well, best to be upfront and honest.

"I think you're one of the most interesting people I've ever met." Mr. Sven smiled.

"Ah, now that's good to hear!

Would you like some mashed potatoes?"

As I munched on the light and flaky stuff, I watched as Mrs. Sven slowly undid Doreen's gag.

When it was off enough, she gently placed a small O ring gag into the woman's mouth.

"Wait a minute Julia," I said.

"I thought Doreen almost never took her gag off."

"That’s correct."

Julia said as she ate a piece of chicken.

"But even she has to eat. She usually eats only once a day at dinner time.

And even then she doesn't talk. Isn't that right Doreen?" Doreen nodded and spooned some mashed potatoes into her forced open mouth.

"Furthermore, Doreen has indicated that if she ever does speak, she'll wear that gag for five days straight and get fed through a feeding tube in the neck."

"Aw dangit."

Liz said. "I got some gravy on my chain." She picked up a napkin and wiped down the shiny chain that connected her wrist and ankle cuffs. "It's always a pain to clean these things." She muttered.

It was by all means an ordinary dinner, except for the fact that three of us were chained (and one gagged).

An ordinary family dinner, shared by people who cared about each other.

Except that some members of that family were in bondage.

After dinner was over, Doreen had her gag put back into place (much to her relief), and had it inflated to a comfortable tightness. Julia did the dishes, much faster and more efficiently then one would think considering her hands were cuffed.

With the dishes done, it was time to relax.

Mr. and Mrs. Sven invited me to sit with them at the warm fireplace.

I gladly accepted, as did the other women.

We all sat on the thick carpet in front of the roaring fire, enjoying its warmth.

It was a scene out of a fairytale.

Snow falling outside in the night, the six of us inside and relaxing in front of a warm fire. Mr. and Mrs.

Sven took the restrained women in their arms and held them close, like parents cuddling with their children. It was very touching to watch. The three bound and restrained women, snuggling up to the couple.

All of them relaxing in each other's bodies.

I sat next to them all, enjoying the warmth of the fire. And I thought.

I thought long and hard. My current life? Working at a desk job that barely paid the bills. Little time to enjoy myself. I was alone.

And these people?

They had each other. They shared and enjoyed themselves and each other.

They had a place where they lived and worked in a satisfying job.

But above all, they had love. They were a family.

Which life was better?

Which life offered more satisfaction?

Which one was more appealing? The questions went through my head, ringing in my ears.

The life these people had was something out of a fairytale.

A life in bondage and love. It seemed too good to be true.

But then again…it could be happening.

It was happening, right now. And

I had the chance to join them.

What was I going to do?

What in heaven's name was I going to do?

If you can guess what I said, I think you're getting the hang of this.

I slowly went over to Mr. Sven, who was holding Doreen in his left arm. He was lying on the soft carpet, looking at the fire.

But his eyes went to me when I came over to him.

"Jan, Jan, come!

Lie down and enjoy the fire!" I smiled and slowly lay down next to him on the carpet.

I stretched, letting my bare feet get warmed by the fire.

This felt…good.

"Mr. Sven, I've been thinking about your offer," I said. "And I think I've made my decision."

This got his attention.

He turned and looked at me with great interest.

"And?"

I took a deep breath. "I accept your offer of employment here."

It was as if a large light bulb had been clicked on, for Mr. Sven's face lit up like the sun. "Oh Jan, that's wonderful! I'm so happy for you!" He stretched out his arm to me, offering it. It was only natural that I went to it. He curled it around me and drew me close to him.

The effect was intoxicating.

Behind held by a man, being held close to him, bathing in his body warmth, his touch, his strength, was overpowering.

It was a sensation that I had never, ever felt before.

It was so….good.

I let out an involuntary sigh of relaxation as my muscles gave out beneath me. I completely relaxed and surrendered to Mr. Sven's gentle hold on me.

And even as he held me, the others began to draw close to both of us.

We were all merging together in a loving mass of warmth and acceptance.

The snow continued to fall outside.

But inside, I was warmer then I could ever remember.

What was going to happen next? I didn't care. All I wanted was to be part of that family, to be accepted and loved.

They were giving that to me now.

The snow kept falling.

How does one go about the business of preparing for a new life, especially if it’s a life that will be spent in bondage?

With my decision to take the Job at Mr. Sven's hostel, there was a small meeting the following morning.

Mr. and Mrs. Sven sat on a leather couch while I sat on a leather chair. Together we went over the details of my employment.

The issue that was stressed the most was the fact that I could leave anytime I wanted to. All

I had to do was say (or indicate) so, and I would be released from my restraints and helped into a new life with a new job, house, and career.

"But that has never happened."

Mr. Sven said cheerfully. "Nobody has wanted to leave yet. We are all having too much fun!" I cheerfully agreed with him on this manner.

The second item was that during my stay at the hostel, I would be kept in bondage twenty four hours a day, seven days a week.

That was what gave the hostel its charm and popularity.

The fact that most of the staff was in bondage and willing to be cuddled and hugged.

What made it interesting was the fact that I would be choosing my bondage gear, not the Svens. "It's you who will be in bondage." They said. "Therefore, it's only fair that you are the one who chooses how you want to be tied up."

The only real guidelines were that because of difficulty putting clothes on, I should be prepared to be mostly naked during my stay at the hotel.

After that came the schedule and my duties.

I could choose to be a maid, an entertainer, or a cuddler.

This was the only real difficult part.

What to be? Being a maid didn't sound enterprising (Though the Svens told me that they got a lot of sex from particularly vivid guest fantasies), I wasn't good at entertaining either, So that left me with Cuddler. Yes…being a cuddler sounded good.

"But what about getting pregnant?"

I asked. "Surely, that's a problem!"

"Oh no it's not."

Mr. Sven said. "Our employees have a minor operation to ensure that pregnancy cannot happen."

"You mean we get our tubes tied?"

"Yes, that's what happens.

If you don't want children, that could be a problem.

But look at it this way. You can have sex willy nilly with no chance of getting pregnant."

I had to admit, that was a hard offer to pass up.

But I had no desire to ever have children (never could stand them anyway), so in the end, it wasn't a hard choice to make.

We also went over some benefits.

There were outings to the mall, movie theaters, vacations if we wanted them, and free room and food. Business was good enough that a lot of money came in year round.

I was also briefed on procedure.

Staff could only have sexual intercourse with guests if they gave the guests permission. Guests who tried to force staff into having non-consensual sex were kicked out and not allowed back for five years. "We take the issue of consent very seriously."

Mr. Sven said.

“Mr. Sven what do you do about security?

If the house has four tied up women in it and two middle aged people, how can you put up a fight against any intruders?”

Mr. Sven smiled.

“A very valid question.

My wife and I always carry firearms with us, in case something happens or in case some of the guests get too rowdy.

We also have the entire house surrounded with security features and alarms. And there are also lots of panic buttons around the place, so we have many methods of letting the outside world know we’re here.”

I sighed. Hearing about all that security did ease some fears.

In the end, everything seemed perfectly reasonable.

We decided that I would go back to town, sell everything I owned and have the surgery to have my tubes tied (The Svens would pay for that).

The most interesting part of the agreement was that I would buy my own bondage gear from the Sven's favorite online store, a place called Sax Leather. "They make great gear!" Mr. Sven said. "Don’t they honey?" Mrs. Sven giggled.

With all the arrangements made, all that was left to do was to go into town and set the plan in motion.

Bidding farewell to my new friends was a bit hard, but all of us knew that it was only a temporary farewell. We would all be back together soon enough.

As Mr. Sven drove me back to town, my mind raced.

This was so exciting! A new life here at this wonderful place with these wonderful people.

Yet…something was nagging at me.

It was the fear that I might be going in over my head.

It was a very small, almost undetectable feeling.

Yet, it was there.

Shaking my head, I brushed it aside and focused on the snow coming down from the sky.

I admit that selling the apartment was the easiest part, as was quitting my job. Because

Mr. Sven owned the company, it made the process much easier.

But selling all my stuff was a bit trickier.

This was the stuff I had acquired during my lifetime, and here I was, selling and giving it all away. It’s hard to do something like that. It was like slicing off a piece of myself.

But if I wanted to truly start a new life, I would have to start with a clean slate. No attachments to previous things.

The garage sales managed to sap up almost everything I owned. The rest went to local charities and donations. Sitting in my now empty apartment one night, I thumbed through the crisp bills.

A total of one thousand dollars. All of it to use on my new life.

But what to buy? What was I going to buy with this? People just don’t get how tricky it is picking new gear that you are going to be wearing for the rest of your natural life.

That’s a decision you don’t make in a few minutes.

So it eventually boiled down to making a comparative chart of what I wanted, complete with little marks on how much I would use it.

Over the course of a week I looked at that chart over and over again, trying to decide what to get.

Eventually though, I managed to make some choices. Handcuffs and leg irons were an obvious choice, as no bondage enthusiast should be without them.

At least, that was my reasoning. I also decided on a rather sexy looking leather bondage posture collar, complete with rings. To add on to that, there was a leather chain lead as well.

No doubt it would be clipped to my collar.

A big, inflatable gag was on there too.

After seeing Doreen wearing that sexy gag of hers, I wanted a gag of my own as well! The thought of sexy rubber filling my mouth and forcing me into silence made me more excited then

I can ever remember.

But the item that most excited me was the hood.

This was no ordinary hood. It was the hood to end all hoods. The slave hood. A full, body enclosing piece of gear. A zipper for the mouth, and a blindfold for the eyes.

Smooth and supple black leather. Tight, form fitting construction. That was the one piece of gear I wanted to wear forever.

And though it would no doubt be taken off occasionally to be washed and to have my hair cut, I would be wearing it for the rest of my life.

So, with the list in hand I went to the computer and typed in the address the Sven’s gave me.

Sure enough, the big SAX logo came on and I entered the website.

Words fail me here. It was very simple, going through the site and clicking on the items I wanted.

Yet the rush, the chill of excitement was almost overwhelming as I clicked on those beautiful items, one by one.

And when I went to the checkout and clicked “Place your order”, a shiver went through me as I have never experienced before.

I had just taken my first real steps into a life of bondage.

Those items that were to be secured to my body were on the way.

All I had to do was wait.

My wait did not last long.

I was kept busy finishing everything up, tying up all the loose ends (such as declaring my complete unemployment to the government) and getting ready for my new life. Oh yes, and getting the tubes tied (that wasn't much fun).

During those nights, my mind kept racing over the details. Were these people trustworthy? My heart told me yes.

Would I be happy with them? Searching my soul, I knew that I would be.

Philosophy was never my strong suit.

Yet I found myself pondering exactly what I was doing.

Was I insane for wanting to live a life in bondage gear, under the control of others? How many others had dared to attempt this? Yet…everyone had assured me that I could leave if I wanted to.

Everything done at that house was done with care and love in mind.

midnight two nights before I was supposed to leave with Mr. Sven, a thought entered my mind. Here I was, a free being with free will, willingly choosing to apply bondage and live out my life in them. I was surrendering to a life with people who cared for me, who would care for me the rest of my life.

I knew that this was true, deep down in my heart.

I drifted off that night thinking about it.

Willingly surrendering to loving people who would take care of me…

The gear arrived at the office the next morning.

Mr. Sven called me and said that he had received it, and was taking the gear up to his place that day. He said that he would come and get me the following morning.

So this was it. My last day in this life. Tomorrow it would be off to a new life, a new way of living.

Not unlike, I noticed, being born again, as religions say it.

What did I do that last day?

Enjoy my clothes. From now on I would be naked 90% of the time. It would be interesting remembering the feel of clothes, considering that I would be buck naked from now on, save for my gear and the occasional pair of zip up pants.

My last dinner in this old life was a bowel of Japanese noodles. Nothing very exciting, but it was cheap and easy to prepare. I munched on the noodles, enjoying the flavor and wondering what I would be fed with my hosts. I suddenly found myself wondering if food had any taste when inserted intravenously.

Did Doreen taste anything when she was wearing her gag?

“Oh well,” I thought.

“I’ll find out for myself soon.”

Bedtime came soon after that.

As I began to pull out my pajamas, the thought crossed my head.

Why should I wear pajamas if I’m going to be naked for the rest of my life anyway? Why not get a head start?

That sounded good to me.

The pajamas went back into the drawer, and the rest of my clothes came off. As I settled into bed, I noticed how good this felt, lying between the sheets.

They felt so soft and comfy. “Wow.”

I thought. “I never knew that being naked felt so good.”

Darkness replaced light, and I lay in bed.

The clock slowly ticked, the hands continuing their never-ending march forward. Cars drove past the apartment block.

But sleep would not come.

And it was for one simple reason.

One nagging thought that would not go away, that would not permit me to sleep.

What if I was wrong?

What if I was making a mistake? What if, overwhelmed by my emotions, I was making a decision I would regret later?

Was I going too fast? So many questions, so many thoughts running through my mind, all of them coming from the horrible thought that I could be wrong.

There comes a point in every person’s life when they really turn to God. My moment happened to be right now.

“God,” I whispered to the night, “Am I doing the right thing?” I waited, seeing if God would answer.

There were no words, no magical lights blaring out the answer. Instead, I just got the gut feeling that I should go ahead.

A little disappointing, but I suppose beggars shouldn’t be choosers. Before I could think any more about what I was getting into, sleep overtook me.

The day dawned overcast and cloudy.

Snow gently fell outside the window of the apartment.

I wasn’t there to see it though.

I was across town at the office building, waiting for Mr. Sven to show

It’s amazing how when something finally arrives, you just can’t wait anymore. You have to go and meet it face to face. Such was the case with me. Before my alarm clock was even close to setting off, I was already unplugging it and walking across town towards the office.

I was under a doorway, so I didn’t have to worry about freezing to death. All I had to do was wait. I didn’t have to wait long.

Mr. Sven pulled up soon enough, a few hours before we had agreed to meet. He smiled upon seeing me. Getting out of the car, he jogged over to the doorway, his long ponytail flopping behind him.

“So, you came out early?”

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