Part 2: Dinner and a Show
Conversation on the ride home returned to more mundane topics. Alice had a portfolio of artwork she promised to show him sometime. She explained about comic cons and the whole culture of cosplayers there. Dan could somewhat relate, having played many of the games the cosplay characters represented. But when Alice suggested he should go to a show Dan said nothing. An image of Jordan came unbidden to his mind. What would she say to such an idea? He could well imagine.
There was an awkward moment as Dan walked Alice to her door. Should he give her a goodnight hug, a handshake? What was the proper etiquette for saying goodnight to your kinky neighbor?
Alice keyed open the door before turning quickly to him. She reached up and delivered a quick peck on his cheek. “Clark might want to check in on Lois in about an hour,” she said with an impish grin. She scooted in the door and closed it, leaving Dan in the hall with his mouth hanging open.
Dan stared at the closed door. Had she just asked him to come back and release her from her bondage in an hour? He slowly turned and walked to his own apartment. Could that have been a joke? It must have been a joke, he told himself. But as he stepped back into his own space he was filled with doubt.
Alice skipped down the hall in excitement. Every time she had tied herself she was always focused on how she would escape. But now she had someone to release her! She could make her bondage inescapable and truly enjoy the helplessness that she craved.
She had been fantasizing all the way home about what she would do. And now it was time to put her plan into action. She scurried to the bedroom, stripping off her blouse as she went. Her bra was tossed aside as she searched her dresser for the one she wanted. “Aha!” she cried as the black lace undergarment revealed itself.
Alice slipped the new bra on. It was a lacy, half cup push up that barely contained her breasts. Her nipples coyly peeked over the delicate lace that edged the top. She took a brief moment to stroke her already hardening nipples before putting her blouse back on.
Hiking up her skirt, Alice slid her panties off, tossing them aside. She stopped to smooth her stockings before pulling her skirt back into place.
From her bedroom closet Alice retrieved a cardboard box. It made a satisfying rattle as she brought it down. This was “the good stuff,” bondage gear that she loved but could rarely use for fear of damaging it. Cotton clothesline was cheap. It didn’t matter if it fell victim to her escape shears. But the beautiful leather cuffs that wafted their heady aroma from the box could not be treated so harshly.
Alice carried the box to the little dining table. After closing the blinds to her apartment balcony she upended the box. Coils of sweet smelling hemp rolled out along with the aforementioned leather cuffs. There were several scarves in red and black satin, various lengths of silver chains and padlocks.
Pulling a chair out from the table Alice got to work. She began with a chest harness. She’d tied them so many times before that it was almost automatic. The ropes passed above and below her breasts, sandwiching them between the cords. The ropes began to squeeze as she applied the shoulder rope. And by the time she had cinched the sides together her chest thrust out much farther than any bra could accomplish. As a finishing touch she unbuttoned her blouse, pulling the white satin aside to reveal her trapped breasts.
“Almost forgot,” Alice muttered to herself. She went to her little bookcase. There she grabbed two of the thickest hard-covers she could find. It this case it was a collection of Anne Rice vampire novels and the “Complete Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.” Returning to her chair she placed them on the back of the seat.
Taking up the next rope Alice encircled her waist several times. Carefully measuring out the free end against her abdomen she tied a series of knots. She hiked up her skirt, passing the line between her legs before sitting down on the stacked books. Reaching up behind her Alice tied the free end of the crotch rope to the upper crossbar of her chair. Satisfied that at least one of the knots would press on her clit, she moved to the next phase of her bondage.
Spreading her legs, Alice leaned forward to secure first her ankles and then her knees to the front legs of the chair. She looked down in satisfaction at the tops of her stockings and the wide open view of her sex that Dan would get when he came to free her. Part of her hoped that he wouldn’t arrive too soon. Another part of her hoped he did, but took his sweet time freeing her.
Alice reached for her leather cuffs. She let out a sigh of satisfaction as the supple leather wrapped her wrists in their embrace. On her left hand she slipped a padlock with a short chain. It clicked into place, locking the buckle. The second padlock she placed by her leg where she could easily find it.
Next came the gag. Alice took the long black scarf and tied a knot in the center. She opened her mouth, slipping the satin knot between her teeth. Deciding to play a bit rough with herself, she jerked it tight against the edges of her mouth before tying it off at the back of her head. The red scarf followed suit, being placed over her eyes, cutting off her view of the world. The last thing she saw was the delicate skin of her breasts turning pink under the pressure of their bondage.
Blind now, Alice reached for the last padlock. A sudden doubt assailed her. What if Dan didn’t come back? He could have decided that the whole thing was too weird for him and just gone to bed. No, he wouldn’t do that, she decided. Still to be on the safe side…
She fumbled her hand across the table, reaching not for the keys but for her cell phone. She carefully placed it on the chair next to the stacked books. That would give her a way out if Dan failed her. It would be embarrassing, but it gave her some peace of mind.
Satisfied with her preparations Alice took up the padlock once again. She slipped it into the cuff buckle but did not close it. Reaching both arms around the back of the chair she fumbled blindly for the chain that dangled from her left wrist. After several attempts she caught it. The chain was slid onto the open padlock. With the thought of, ‘Here we go’ Alice snapped the padlock closed.
Alice settled into her restraints. She wiggled her legs. They moved just enough. Thrusting her chest forward gave her breasts a pleasant squeeze. The gag in her mouth would not silence her, but it did make her feel deliciously helpless.
‘Now the fun begins,’ she said to herself. Lifting her backside up off the chair Alice caught the edge of the stacked books with her cuffed hands. She pulled them towards the back of the chair until they slipped off, tumbling to the floor in a rattle of pages. “Sorry books,” she mouthed through her gag.
But something about the books falling didn’t seem right. They fell as they should have. But there was another sound. Books don’t bounce, but something had. With sudden dread Alice worked her cuffed hands along the back of her chair. Her phone! It was gone. The books had taken it with them on their plunge. “Oh, fuck,” she muttered.
Now she really was stuck. All of Alice’s doubts came rushing back on her as she arched her back against the chair. Her legs trembled, holding her backside off the chair. The problem was simple. The crotch rope had been pleasantly snug while she perched on the stacked books. With them gone Alice had to hold herself up. And when she tired, as she knew she would, that rope would be pulled tighter, finding its way deep inside of her.
Not far from where Alice faced her predicament Dan sat on his sofa. He’d enjoyed the dinner out. Alice was funny and engaging. It had only gotten weird in the last few minutes of their evening (he wasn’t calling it a date - he had a steady girlfriend.) He decided the safest course was to go over in an hour and knock on her door. If she answered then it was just her being funny. If not? Well, then he’d probably have to go check.
Dan had been musing on how Alice might restrain herself when there was a knock at the door. He sighed with relief. It was probably Alice, come to tell him that she didn’t really need rescuing after all. He pulled open the door, ready to tell her of the need for clarity in her comments. The words died on his lips as Jordan stood there.
“Where have you been? I’ve been so worried about you!” Jordan exclaimed. She breezed past him, clad in tight fitting jeans and a tee shirt to match. “I called you like three times and you didn’t answer.”
Dan snatched his phone from his pocket. He’d had it on silent during dinner (an old family rule; no phone calls during dinner.) Sure enough, there were three missed calls. Dan felt a cold sweat break out in the small of his back.
“Oh shit!” he exclaimed. Thinking quickly he pressed down on the power button. “I’m so sorry, Honey. My mom called earlier and talked forever,” he said as the phone went dark. “The battery must have died while it was in my pocket.” He held the phone out to show the blank screen. “I’ll go put it on the charger right now.”
Dan retreated to his bedroom. His hands shook as he plugged the usb into the phone. From the other room he could hear Jordan’s voice.
“Honestly Daniel,” she chided. “You need to be a bit more responsible. People depend on you, you know.”
‘Ain’t that the truth,’ he thought to himself. ‘There’s a woman in the next apartment who might be depending on me to free her from some weird bondage crap.’ He heard his television come on, followed by words that filled him with dread.
“As long as I’m here I thought we’d catch up on Bridgerton,” Jordan called out.
Dan let out a groan. He couldn’t stand that one on a good day. But now Jordan was settling in for the evening on his sofa. And there might be a helplessly bound woman in the next apartment waiting for him. The wild thought came to him- maybe he could convince Jordan to be tied to his bed. He could blindfold her, slip next door and release Alice, then come back for Jordan.
The idea sounded stupid-even to him. “Or maybe I could just jump off the fucking balcony,” he muttered to himself. With a frustrated sigh he returned to the living room.
Fifty feet away Alice was losing her battle with fatigue. Her legs trembled with the strain of holding herself off the chair. Her toes pressed torturously into the pointed tips of her high heels. ‘I should have picked comfortable shoes,’ she ruminated. But she saw how Dan eyed her legs during dinner. She wanted him to have the full effect.
Thinking of her rescuer, Alice eased herself down. She felt the knotted cords pull tighter, seeking new places to explore. A little groan escaped her gag as a well placed knot pressed her button. That was the spot! If she could just move up and down a bit- but her legs refused to cooperate.
Fatigued muscles failed in their attempt to move her body higher on the chair. Worse still, by lowering herself Alice had less leverage to hold her body where it was. Trembling legs collapsed beneath her. The crotch rope jerked upwards as her backside hit the chair. Alice bit down hard on her gag to stifle a scream.
Sitting with Jordan on the sofa, Dan eyed the clock with growing anxiety. They had already finished one episode of Jordan’s show and looked poised to start another. It had been over an hour since he’d left Alice at her door. And it looked like it could be even longer. He needed to do something.
Dan had already discarded the honest, “Excuse me Honey, I’ve got to stop in next door and untie my neighbor.” Another idea, almost as far-fetched, came to him. “How about a glass of wine?” he asked his girlfriend.
“Sounds exquisite,” was her reply. The show always infected Jordan’s vocabulary. At times she seemed to put a bit of an English accent into it. Dan strenuously avoided rolling his eyes as he sprang from the couch. “I’ll get it,” he said quickly.
Retreating to the small kitchen he pulled a wine glass from the cabinet. In the door of the refrigerator was a half empty bottle of white zin. After removing the cap he poured a quarter inch of wine into Jordan’s glass. Dan looked over his shoulder before pouring the remaining wine down the sink.
Adopting a contrite expression he returned to the living room with the near empty glass. “Sorry hun, this is the last of it.”
“Oh pooh!” Jordan exclaimed.
Her accent was getting worse by the minute. Dan had the urge to say, “Pardon me, I’m off to play the grand piano,” but was sure the Monty Python reference would be lost on her. Instead he said, “Why don’t you start the next episode. I’ll just pop round to the shop and pick up a fresh bottle.” Dan thought to himself ‘God, now she’s got me doing it,’ as he grabbed his keys and headed for the door.
Alice was back on her feet. She’d lost count of the number of times that she had lost the struggle. She knew that she’d climaxed at least once. But now she felt raw and tired from the repeated struggle. Her gag had sucked all the moisture from her mouth and her arms ached.
How long had she been there? Alice had no idea. With the blindfold on she couldn’t see the clock. But it felt longer than the hour she’d told Dan. Perhaps he wasn’t coming? The idea filled her with fear. She struggled anew with the leather cuffs. But Alice had done her work too well. Maybe Dan was leaving her an extra long time to punish her?
The very thought was exciting to her. Poor captive girl, left to ponder her fate while her captor planned some new torment. Despite the discomfort Alice arched against the crotch rope, pushing herself over the edge into orgasm once again. She rode the wave of pleasure, only to sink down once again in the chair as the sodden knots pulled against her.
Dan trotted down the hall past his neighbor’s door. He strained to listen as he passed but heard nothing. Alice could be quietly reading a book for all he knew. But he had to make sure. He got to the elevator and pressed the down button.
Nervously shuffling his feet, Dan waited for the elevator. It arrived with an electronic chime. The door rolled smoothly open. Dan stepped inside the empty car but held the door. He glanced down the hall. Certain that Jordan wasn’t going to leave her show to follow him, Dan stepped back into the hallway and let the door close.
Feeling like the villain in a cheap spy movie he crept back up the hallway, stopping at Alice’s apartment. He fumbled nervously in his pocket, breathed a sigh of relief when he found that he had actually managed to grab her key when he scooped up his own. He steadied a shaking hand as he fitted the key into the lock.
Cautiously pushing the door open, Dan looked down the hall. There, by the dining table a woman sat slumped in a chair. “Shit,” Dan muttered, before racing down the hallway. He stopped halfway, turned and ran back to close the apartment door. The last thing he needed was spectators-especially if that spectator was Jordan.
Dan approached the still form once again. What if she was dead? What would he do? Call the police, most likely. But oh, the questions. “And how did you happen to be in the deceased apartment, Sir?” Still, he couldn’t just leave her there. Yes, eventually someone would discover her. But it didn’t seem right.
All this speculation was for naught as the bound figure gave a tired sigh. At the sound of Dan’s, “Oh thank God,” the head snapped up. Blind eyes searched the room. “Isszat hu?” came the muffled query.
Flooded with relief, Dan knelt at her side. He pulled the gag from Alice’s mouth. “Are you okay? I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner.”
“Water,” came the croaking response.
Dan hung with indecision. Should he free her first? No, he decided, she needed water more than freedom. That gag must have sucked all the moisture out of her mouth. And judging by the amount of rope, it would take a few minutes to untie her.
Returning with a bottle of chilled water, he knelt again at Alice’s side. Holding the bottle up to her lips he said, “Here, drink this.” It came out as more of a command than he intended, but Alice didn’t seem to notice. She placed her lips against the bottle and sucked greedily.
Holding the bottle for the bound woman, Dan felt the stirrings of arousal. He realized he hadn’t even pulled off Alice’s blindfold. But here she was, happily gulping down the water he’s provided. He looked down between her legs. It was, after all, impossible for her to close them. The rope he saw there disappeared within her. And the seat was smeared with her juices.
As the empty bottle crinkled in his hand Dan had the mental image of Alice, bound and blindfolded, sucking on something quite different. He reached down self consciously to adjust himself. Clearing his throat he said, “Let’s get you out of this.”
Alice blinked as the blindfold was removed. When Dan reached for her emergency shears she said, “Don’t you dare-this is my good hemp.” That left Dan kneeling before her as he untied the knots holding her legs. Alice smiled to herself when she caught him stealing glances at her crotch-roped pussy.
After Dan had freed her hands Alice asked if he would finish removing the ropes. “My fingers are a little stiff after all that.”
Dan worked the knots that bound her breasts. They had been tightly tied and the ropes left clear tracks across her swollen orbs. “Ohh God,” Alice moaned as the pins and needles of returning circulation attacked. Dan’s eyes widened as she began to massage her chest. “It helps with the blood flow,” she said simply.
“Can you get the last one yourself?” Dan asked. He gestured awkwardly at the crotch rope that kept her tethered to the chair.
Alice reached behind her, wincing as she did. “God, I’m sore,” she stated. “Could you?”
Dan attacked the final knot with trembling hands. He turned his body away, hoping Alice couldn’t see the growing bulge in his pants. He freed the knot, only to see Alice raise one hip off the chair. Blushing slightly he fed the line beneath her thigh and dropped it between her open legs.
Alice took the cord, slowly pulling the sodden rope from between her lips. “Ohhhhh fuuucckkk,” she moaned as it pulled free. She slumped forward in her chair once again. Dan reached out to steady her.
“Are you alright,” he said anxiously.
“Just spent,” was her tired reply. “That was great, thank you.” She stood up from the chair on wobbly legs. Dan was forced to catch her. “Whoa, guess I’m a little tired. Could you help me as far as the bed?”
“Uh, yeah-sure,” Dan said uneasily. He couldn’t help but notice her skirt was still hiked up around her hips, the tops of her stockings clearly showing. He slipped an arm around her waist and was privy to a bird’s eye view of her open blouse and rope marked breasts. Swallowing the lump in his throat and ignoring the erection in his pants Dan guided her to the bedroom.
“Oh, my poor feet,” Alice groaned as Dan eased her onto the bed. With a sigh she kicked off her heels, letting them drop to the floor. “Mmmm, that’s better,’ she purred, rubbing one stockinged foot against the other.
Dan stared wistfully at the disheveled woman. She sank back in the bed, blouse open, skirt riding high on her full hips. He wanted to reach out, to caress those stocking clad thighs, to release the last buttons on her blouse.
He shook himself. Not fifty feet away his girlfriend was ensconced on the sofa, engrossed in a Victorian melodrama. He had to get back to the non crazy world. With a sigh he took the comforter from the end of Alice’s bed and draped it over her. As he exited the bedroom he heard Alice sigh, “My hero”.
Dan glanced at the mess of bondage gear scattered about the dining chair. He thought of cleaning up, but Alice would have to do that herself. He let himself out of the apartment, locking the door behind him.
Returning to his own place Dan adopted a downcast visage. “Sorry Honey, the store was closed,” he said as he plunked down next to her on the sofa.
“Well of course it was,” Jordan replied glibly. “It’s Sunday, silly.” She patted his leg affectionately. “But it was sweet of you to try. Do you want me to restart the episode so you don’t miss out?”
Suppressing a groan Dan sidled in closer to her. “Actually, why don’t we leave these ladies to their romantic entanglement and go try some entanglements of our own?”
His advance was met with a gentle push. “Oh Sweetie, I’d love to. But we both have to work in the morning and I really want to finish this show.”
Dan felt himself deflating. He sat through the rest of the program, walked Jordan to her car and sent her on her way. But all the while he was thinking of the half dressed woman he’d left in the next apartment.