We had been friends for the longest time, however we had never let anything happen for random reasons, when Claire was single, I was not and when I was single Claire was in a relationship! It was just one of those things.
Well all that changed the other night, I really wanted to see 50 Shades, despite knowing it would be a total let down after all the hype, but I was single and had no one to go with, so I thought I would give Claire a call to see if she fancied seeing it. We had got to the stage in our relationship, after 10 years, of just accepting that we would always be friends. I knew hardly anything about her sexual preferences and she knew little about mine.
I got a text straight back which is a little unusual, saying that she was free on Saturday night and she would love to come see it. I booked the tickets.
Saturday night came and I got ready and headed over to hers to pick her up. I noticed that her current partner’s car (Dave) was not parked in the drive as it had been when I had visited previously. I knocked on the door and she shouted for me to come in.
Turns out her and Dave had had a big row a few weeks before and he had done one. Now we are in uncharted territory as we, are for the first time in ten years both single at the same time. She looked lovely, with an off the shoulder top, skinny jeans, and yes my favourite, her red boots, this was great for me as I knew when she wore these boots, she had a leather jacket that matched which always makes me go a little weak at the knees!
Off we headed and she told me all the ins and outs of her and Dave coming to an end, but then at the end she mused that she thought it was for the best, as he was not exactly Mr Grey!
We arrived at the flicks slightly late and had to rush in, with about ten seconds before the film actually started. We sat in silence watching the true horror that is 50 Shades. Seriously if you’re in the scene, don’t bother, you’ll hate it.
We had a cigarette outside and then walked back to the car, she plonked in her seat and let out a big sigh, so I asked what was up, she replied that she found the film tame, and then proceeded in an unprecedented way to tell me all the ways it could have been better, the relationship, the acting etc etc. Then she happened to say something which I just could not let go! She said in a very matter of fact way, what that red room needed was a leather swing and a set of stocks, what playroom is complete without?
Once I picked up my jaw from the floor, she said, "Sorry have I offended you?"
" Jesus no, I’m just amazed that you know all the terms". We then chatted for the whole journey about our experiences, turns out she is quite the kinky little bitch, she also had no idea we were into the same things!
We pulled up at hers and she asked if I was coming in. I had learned at this point that like me she had a massive toy collection that had been packed away as her boyfriends had never expressed any interest. So when asked if I’d like to stay, I simply said, "No thank you". She looked a bit let down, as it was very obvious that she really wanted to just be a little kinky bitch all night, so I left a big pause and then said, "But how about you go get your toys, and we go back to my place, as I have some things you might like to see".
She stumbled out the car and ran to the front door, trying to get the key in the lock as quick as possible, she was back in the car within 2 minutes and a rather large bag presumably with all her stuff in was in the boot. I did have a chuckle at the thought of being pulled over by the police and having to explain why two people have such a large bag of BDSM equipment in the car!
We arrived at my flat (the one I live in) however what no one knew was that I also rented the one downstairs.
She looked around and then after a quick glass of wine, said, "So where’s all this stuff then?" I looked at her and said, "Right light a cigarette, you’re going to need one". We headed off out of my living flat across the hall to my “Play Flat”.
Her jaw dropped when she realised the whole flat was just one big bondage playroom. I grabbed her hand and gave her the whistle stop tour, cells on the left, pointing at two very real and secure jail cells in a room off to our left, next stop dungeon, which was the living room, decorated to look like a dark castle dungeon, with holding cells, stocks, rack, gibbet cage, and lots of shackles and chains hanging from the walls at various points. Next stop, psychiatric care, into a white room, with a padded cell, and an examination table dripping with padded leather restraints, also a gynaecological examination chair, and a rack full of various straitjackets. The final room was a more traditional BDSM dungeon or red room done right, fetters wheel, padded stocks, various cages, and lots of accessories.
She was looking a bit like a kid in a sweet shop. "So? What do you think? I bet you did not have me pegged as a proper kinkster huh?"
She was quiet, walking around looking at all the things. She tentatively reached out a finger and stroked the leather on the stocks. After what seemed like an age, by which point I was not sure if I had overstepped the mark or not, she looked directly at me and said, "Is this your way of telling me you think we should be more serious? Or are you trying to take advantage of my vulnerable state?"
Now this threw me, "No, I just thought that as we were both single, I thought the time was right to let you in. Now you come to mention it, together we would have a riot, and we know we get on, and let’s be really honest, we have quite a lot in common, and what I’m trying to say is that I would be happy if we were, well much more than friends". I managed to stammer out.
"Calm down, I was joking, remember I also brought a rather large bag of kinky goodies when we left my place, I’m not exactly sweet and innocent here", she said, and then continued, "right, so you are happy if we are much more than friends, I need to know how much more, are we talking fuck buddies more? Or are we talking relationship, and the whole nine yards?"
I looked at her, she looked sort of open, and yet I instantly knew what I wanted, I looked right into her soul, and said softly, "I have wanted you for the longest time, I want much more than just playmates. I want to try the whole package."
She look and simply said, "OK, so that settles it, but I have one requirement".
"Ok, go for it, what is the requirement?" I asked.
"Get naked, and I come with me". I said nothing and quickly and quietly took off all my clothes, she was standing by the stocks, which she had opened ready, she beckoned me over with her finger. Softly she guided me into place, and closed the stocks around my neck and wrists, she then bent down and guided my ankles into the foot stocks, I was now trapped. She selected two large secure padlocks from the collection and snapped them into place, putting the keys in to the pocket of her jacket.
"I will be right back", she said and headed out of the room.
I tested my movement but there was absolutely no way out, I had designed these restraints myself and knew only too well that they were totally secure.
She did not so much as come back, but appeared in the doorway, she had changed into an obscenely short black leather dress, with wickedly pointed thigh boots. She had a studded collar and was carrying a small bag. She walked in and went to the table behind me, making sure to brush against me on the way past. I heard the bag unzip and something metallic being put on to the counter top. She walked in front of me with the largest ball gag that I had in the collection. Which she put to my mouth, I knew that I really had no choice so opened wide and accepted it. She buckled it really tight, now I am into this but this was tight. She then slid over the top a heavily padded hood, which she laced tightly and then set about the buckles, again, this was done tighter than I have ever experienced before.
"I don’t want you making any noises when the pain hits", she calmly said.
I was thinking, shit, what the hell have I got myself into?
I heard her heels clicking back to the counter top. There was some more rummaging, and then a very odd whooshing sound. Not like the whoosh of a whip or flogger. This was followed by a click, and then a slightly louder whooshing noise. This continued for what seemed like ages and then there was a small pop, and the whoosh was gone.
"Ready?" She said.
This was followed by the most intense pain I have ever felt, right across my back, I bucked forward and screamed into gag, but they did their job, just a small noise came through the hood, and my movement was limited by the stockes which held solidly, keeping me bent forward. The pain was searing, not erotic at all, just really painful. Then it stopped. My back was throbbing, and then I felt a very cold wet towel being placed over where the pain had been.
"There", she said, "that is my condition fulfilled".
She unlocked the stocks, and removed the hood and gag. She seemed excited, "Wanna see?" She said.
I looked at her, what the hell was that, it was just painful. She stood a mirror in front of me and then held up another mirror behind me. My back looked like I had been in an accident. But clearly very red, and still bleeding was clearly a design across where a normal tramp stamp tattoo would go, it simply had an intricate design and “Property Of” in small letters then “Claire” in large letters. There was no mistaking it, a lifelong ambition had just been ticked off without me realising it. She had branded me!
"There now you are mine, and you have a permanent reminder of whose property you are. Now get on the wheel, I have a treat for you for being so good ….."
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