A Coworker · Part 1

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Crisp autumn air brushed against Rene’s cheeks. She stood outside her coworker’s middle-class two-story home. She had already rung the doorbell, but her heart was still racing. If anything, it had sped up. In truth, she found her friend from work, Yvette, so alluring. She wanted to be more than friends, so Rene was still coping with the fact she had been asked to Yvette’s house for dinner. It was part of a fantasy come true. Of course, she knew the other part of her fantasy, wild raunchy sex with the slightly older woman wouldn’t be on the menu.

Sadly, Yvette already had a lovely wife named Nicki that she constantly rambled on about at work, at happy hour, and even at that one time they went to yoga together. Rene sighed, she was envious of the way Yvette’s face would brighten when she spoke of her spouse. Still, Rene was going to embrace this for the gift it was. She tugged down her cute red dress that came to just above the knees. Her host had given no dress code for the evening, or really any details besides a time and that it would be dinner with both Yvette and Nicki. The younger coworker had spent far more time on her makeup for tonight than she had for any recent date, and she had restyled her blonde hair more than a dozen times to get it just right. She might not stand a chance of stealing Yvette away, but she still wanted to look her best for the subject of her affections all the same.

Waiting, her mind drifted through thoughts of Yvette. The beautiful woman was about 32, three years older than Rene, and at the company she had really acted as a mentor four years ago when Rene first started working there. That mentorship had blossomed into a friendship that she wanted to be more. Rene found the woman attractive on so many levels. She was confident, kind, intelligent, and quite striking. Everything Rene felt she was not.

Before her thoughts turned more negative, the door swung open, and Rene’s mouth metaphorically, and perhaps literally, dropped. She had been worried she might have overdressed for the evening, it was just a simple dinner at a friend’s house after all, but now taking in Yvette, she felt underdressed. The tall willowy woman wore an elegant evening dress, that looked like she was going to a gala, not hosting a small meal at home. The black dress shimmered with silver flecks, and it had a slip that exposed all of the woman’s long luxurious legs, a grateful Rene noticed.

The dress was strapless, allowing the younger coworker a beautiful view of Yvette’s delicate shoulders where dark wavy locks of hair cascaded freely, a chaotic contrast to her usual tight bun at work. Her coworker had applied a dark smoky eye shadow above her pale eyes, those same pale eyes that Rene wanted to lose herself in. Elegant diamond earrings dangled from Yvette’s small cute ears, ears Rene wanted to nibble. The older woman even wore elbow length gloves completing the sexy formal appearance.

Mentally, Rene salivated at the image of her beautiful coworker, who seemed to even play into her appearance, leaning seductively against the doorframe, a haughty expectant look on her face. Rene finally managed to stammer out, “Uh, that’s, well that’s quite the dinner party dress.”

“Oh, it’ll be quite the dinner party,” Yvette playfully teased before beckoning the younger woman inside. Rene nearly passed out as her hostess turned revealing the dress was nearly completely backless. Rene stumbled across the house’s threshold trying to comprehend how such a revealing evening dress was even staying on Yvette. Was it glued on or something, or would it just fall away at any moment? Trying to shake the lustful images in her mind, Rene attempted to turn her attention to the home of the woman she coveted so. The interior was neat, clean, and if Rene were being truthful, a bit more pedestrian than she would have expected, especially after the outfit she was greeted in.

The two made a bit of small talk as Yvette toured Rene through the first floor. It was all so normal, right down to cute pictures of the homeowners doing cute couple things. A boring suburban nightmare. Finally, the tour concluded in the dining room where their meal was already plated from the look of things. It smelled delightful, some sort of herb seasoned chicken and vegetable medley dish. Rene was still dealing with her excitement of finally being inside Yvette’s, admittedly boring, home, so as they sat down at the table it took her a moment to recognize something was amiss.

She had yet to see Nicki, Yvette’s wife, the beautiful brunette that could be seen alongside Yvette in every one of those photos in the house. Not only that, but there wasn’t even a plate or place set at the table for Nicki. Curiosity got the better of Rene, she sheepishly pushed back her blonde bangs, and asked, “So, um, is your wife not joining us tonight?”

The look from Yvette had an expression to it that Rene couldn’t place, sinister perhaps? Or even predatory? Yet, her words seemed sweet and reasonable, if a bit cryptic, “Oh, Nicki had something tie her up for a bit. We’ll see her a little later. We should go on and enjoy our meal. I’m sure my wife would want us to.” Rene nodded inattentively as her mind swirled with confusing thoughts. Had Yvette invited her over to seduce her? Did Nicki even know she was in their home? What was going on here?

Her thoughts were cut short as her coworker started talking about a story from work, and the next hour passed with surprising speed. After a bit of an awkward start, Rene had pushed aside her growing trepidation about the evening and embraced her dear friend in familiar, energetic conversation. They laughed and carried on as if they were out for drinks after work. It helped calm Rene’s nerves, but ever present at the back of her mind was a sense of unease. Something was off. Her subconscious wouldn’t let it go or let Rene fully enjoy the delightful conversation and food.

Eventually, after having one too many glasses of wine, Yvette’s demeanor changed ever so slightly, as if she were now the nervous one. Her hand played listlessly at the rim of her glass. She continually broke eye contact. Her lips pursed for a moment, some unsaid words lingering there. Rene, worried, asked her what was wrong. Yvette took a deep breath and then spoke words that were a bit surprising to the younger of the two friends, “Rene, if I am being honest, I invited you here under somewhat false pretenses. You see, I think you are a wonderful young woman, and well, I think you are just the right person to share something special with.”

Rene’s heart thumped harder, to the point she felt it would burst out of her chest and race across the table. Was Yvette about to confess certain unrequited feelings she had? Did she want more than friendship? What would it mean for poor Nicki? The younger blonde felt her mind swimming in a thick mix of anticipation and fear at what might be said. Would her fantasy be played out to its entirety? Rene unconsciously started holding her breath as her friend continued, “You see, I have a very special, if a bit unique, toy I’d like to share with you this evening.” The excitement in Rene died a little, confusion filling the vacant space. Toy? What did that even mean?

Noticing the bewilderment on Rene’s face, Yvette asked, “Well, if you can promise to keep a secret…?” Rene nodded only partly conscious of the motion as she continued to try to comprehend where this was going from moment to moment. The raven-haired woman spoke again, seemingly a bit calmer, “Good, if that’s the case, it would be best to show you. I really think you will adore my special little toy and the games we can play with it.”

Rene was completely baffled as she followed her coworker to a door that led into what she assumed was the basement. The two descended narrow creaking wooden stairs. And at first, it did appear to be a typical basement. Entering the cool dimly lit space, a concerning thought entered Rene’s mind, was this all just some ploy to get her into the basement where Yvette and Nicki would murder her or something? She quickly shook that thought from her mind. Yvette definitely didn’t have the personality of a killer. She was too sweet and kind, right?

That dread and fear in Rene only heightened though when her eyes adjusted fully to the space. She found herself standing beside the elegantly dressed Yvette, but in front of a large ominous steel door. It appeared to lead into a walled off portion of the basement, perhaps half of its total space. Rene’s danger sense was spiking. Adrenaline coursing through her veins. A primal urgent fear heightening her senses, taking in every sight, sound, and smell while preparing her body to flee at a moment’s notice. Apprehension suffused her being, yet she was transfixed by curiosity and possibility by the proximity of the intoxicating older woman.

Turning her attention to that other woman, Rene was perplexed as Yvette seemed giddy now, a massive smile on her face and in her eyes. There didn’t seem to be any malice in them though, so Rene decided to follow Yvette through as she cranked the ominous door open with a screech of steel on concrete. Beyond the door was a fairly sterile-feeling space that was well illuminated in contrast to the rest of the basement. It was bright enough to make the younger woman squint. Once her eyes adjusted again, Rene noted it had a well waxed and reflective tile floor, an arrangement of spartan if strange furniture, steel cabinets against one wall, a steel surgical tray with strange implements upon it, and in the center of the room fixed between two floor to ceiling metal beams, a mass of what could only be described as latex, leather, and metal hung in the air.

Rene’s gaze fixated on this last item. It was alien yet vaguely familiar in shape. As time slowly slipped forward, her mind began to reconcile what it was, seeing it bit by bit. The mass was suspended above the ground at about chest height and fixed to the ceiling above and the two metal pillars to either side. Five chains trailed from anchor points on the mass. Rene stepped closer drawn in by the horror, and perhaps excitement, dawning on her. The mass was swaying and moving very slightly. The upper half of the object seemed to expand and contract faintly like someone breathing. Then the reality slammed fully into Rene’s mind. There was a person inside!

With that revelation, the full picture unraveled in an instant. The mass was a woman, at least she thought so from the bumps at the latex clad person’s chest indicating the presence of a woman’s bosom. The person’s whole body was adorned in latex and leather obscuring at first glance the humanity hidden inside. The woman’s legs were folded back on themselves turning them into shorter stumps, large blocky pads, or perhaps caps were the better word, covering the knees. A chain connected to these caps pulled the folded legs, or nubs more like, out towards the metal pillars in a nearly horizontal split parallel to the floor. Similarly, her arms were folded back on themselves forearm to bicep.

The woman’s hands appeared to be in some kind of leather mittens that connected together behind the neck. And like at the knees, an extra padded cap had been added to where the elbows were, and again chains ran from each pulling the folded arms up and away from the torso to the pillars.

A final chain ran from the top of what appeared to be the head of the bound figure. It called attention to the one deviation in the dark color palette of the person’s attire. Glossy black latex and matte black leather covered and enraptured the entire female form except for where a face would be. There, a strangely beautiful, austere, and featureless white mask covered the area. Only two small holes where the nose should be breaking the smooth placid alabaster surface.

Rene had been so fascinated trying to discern the image before her, she hadn’t realized how long she had been staring until she turned to Yvette, a swirling mix of confused questions welling inside her yearning to be asked. Rene’s deluge of queries dried in an instant though as the other woman had a smug but alluring look to her. Before Rene could formulate her first coherent question, Yvette began to speak, “So do you like my toy? If you are wondering, yes, that’s my wife in there, and yes this is completely consensual. In fact, it’s actually all part of her little perverse fantasy.”

The night had decidedly turned towards the unexplainable in Rene’s mind. What was all this about? Why the ruse to get her here? Was this real? What bizarre world had she stepped into? Why show her this? How did Nicki feel suspended and compressed like that? Wait, what was that last question?

Perpetually lost in her own thoughts at the moment, Rene missed her chance to ask one of those many curious thoughts aloud before Yvette continued, “You see, my darling Nicki has a very specific sexual fantasy about being bound relentlessly, and treated as nothing more than an object, my personal toy.” The elegantly dressed woman drifted to her suspended wife, explaining, “And I am nothing if not a loving and obliging wife.” Yvette paused for a moment, her gloved hand tracing the latex clad inner thigh of her bound wife, who twitched at the touch.

Rene was still stunned and tried to get something intelligible to leave her lips, “I…This, it’s uh…quite something…” Trying not to act startled at the revelation thrown at her by her coworker crush, Rene asked, “So, is this, um something you two do often? Tie her up I mean?”

Yvette’s smile widened, “Actually, do you recall that I told you that a couple years ago my wife quit her job?”

Rene nodded almost unconsciously, vaguely recalling something about a medical condition.

“Well, see it wasn’t because of a health issue as I claimed then. No, my darling Nicki wanted to fully embrace becoming my personal toy and live out her perverted dreams.” Yvette’s hand squeezed tightly on the thigh she had been stroking. The action caused the latex to squeak and drew a faint moan from underneath the porcelain mask of the suspended Nicki. Yvette’s eyes glanced up towards the source of the sound with a terrifying hunger, “And, I for my part couldn’t help, but indulge her, so she has been reduced to my little plaything 24/7 for the past two years, more or less.”

Rene gasped, “She can’t really be into this, not for such a long time!”

“Why don’t you ask Toy itself,” Yvette said with a sinister smile, carefully removing the white faceplate. Rene heard a wet pop as the mask separated from the woman beneath, and as Yvette held it in her hand, it became obvious that the noise had been the sound of some strange silicone mouth guard popping free in the process. Yvette had revealed a woman’s face with beautiful narrow features, pale skin, and blue eyes that matched the ones in the pictures in the house above.

Rene stepped forward hesitantly, the azure eyes staring down at her with an odd vacancy, “N-Nicki, um, uh is this, well, is this what you want? Is Yvette keeping, uh, you like this against your will?” The words nearly stuck in her throat and tumbled out with uncertainty.

The face of the woman scrunched as if trying to figure out how to say something but unable to, before she looked pleadingly at Yvette for help, for something.

“Ah, yes, Rene, Toy here only responds to its new designation, not Nicki, and it may not speak unless given permission to do so by its owner, me.” That last word was laced with power and lust. Yvette’s facial expression shifted slightly to exasperation as she turned her attention up to the imploring face and said, “Toy has permission to answer, with words, any questions Ms. Rene wants to know.”

Rene barely waited for the sentence to end before flooding the poor restrained woman with a torrent of questions, but to her surprise Nicki seemed to follow along well enough and answered all the questions in order. It appeared she really had been the one to ask for this. She loved it, and didn’t want it to end, the very thought seemingly causing the bound woman distress. They did supposedly have some sort of safety signal, though neither revealed what it was. At the end of the staccato conversation Yvette again revoked Nicki’s, no, Toy’s Rene reminded herself, ability to speak.

The blonde stood there still trying to wrap her mind around the evening’s events, when a new question burst out of her mind and lips, “So, why am I here? This seems very much an intimate thing between you two?”

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