Part 5: One of These Things is not Like the Other
Alice watched as Dan disappeared out the front door, toting her suitcase full of toys behind him. She rubbed her fingers over lips that still tingled from his parting kiss. “Well, shoot,” she grumbled in disappointment. The day had its ups and downs (she never wanted to be that cold again.) But the session on the table had been a total mind fuck. She just had hoped for a bit of a “happy ending.”
Realizing that she probably smelled pretty randy after their encounter, Alice headed for the bathroom. She planned on taking a nice hot shower. But a little chill swept through her at the thought. “Maybe a hot bath instead,” she said as she turned on the taps.
Dan rolled the overnight bag to his apartment. Putting the bag up on the dining table he opened it. “The first part of any project is organizing your tools,” he told himself. As he sorted through the various restraints and toys Dan tried to imagine how each could be used. He put aside one coil of hemp. If he was going to satisfy his neighbor’s fetish he was going to have to improve his knot tying.
Packing up the rest of the gear Dan took the bag to his bedroom. He was pleased to find that it fit nicely under his bed. The coil of rope he dropped by his laptop. The internet would surely coach him through the proper bondage knots.
With the laptop booted up Dan began his search. He was pleasantly surprised to find numerous videos on youtube that carefully explained the various useful knots. He tried the single and two column ties on his ankles, practicing until he felt he could do them without fumbling.
The chest harness proved to be a bit more difficult. He ended up with a sofa cushion, which made for an effective, if blocky model. There were other videos delving into the Japanese style which seemed beyond his abilities. But just seeing the models tied so tightly and artistically brought back his sleeping member.
The problem with the whole session at Alice’s was that it left him feeling horny as hell. He fully acknowledged that having sex with her earlier in the day had been wrong. He was, after all, dating Jordan. But simply tying Alice up and letting her enjoy herself wasn’t the same, was it? Wasn’t he just keeping a troubled woman from potentially hurting herself?
Dan found his hand pressing down on the crotch of his jeans. He withdrew the offending hand guiltily. Alice was really something to see when she climaxed. But now he was left frustrated, and the bondage tutorials weren’t making things any easier. With a sigh he closed the laptop. Maybe it was time to go see Jordan?
Alice lounged in the hot tub. A good session always left her tired and a little bit sore. She eased her shoulders down into the water. The elbow tie had been particularly stressful. Her shoulders were complaining about their rough treatment. But it had been worth it. She loved the way that pose made her breasts stand out. And from the look on Dan’s face she could tell that he enjoyed it too. She would have to work on stretching those muscles, she thought.
Pushing her shoulders back, Alice thought how it felt to have Dan cinching the straps around her body. That warm, tingly feeling returned to her. She closed her eyes, enjoying the gentle touch… Alice’s eyes snapped open. She pulled her hand back from between her legs. Dan had told her no masturbation. And within the hour she was back at it!
Pulling the drain plug Alice decided that she’d soaked in the bath long enough. Tuesday seemed an eternity away. She grabbed a towel and dried herself, perhaps spending a bit more time than she should on certain areas. Wrapping the towel around herself Alice stepped towards the bedroom. She stopped. Dan had said, “Not so much as a bath towel.”
Alice removed the towel with a sigh. Dan wouldn’t know that she had it on. In fact she could get fully dressed for all he knew. But she would know that she had ignored his demands. Her first reaction was “so what, he’s not the boss of me!” But then she realized that if she was going to trust him to safely tie her up she should mirror that trust. She hung the towel on the bar.
Dan made his way out to Jordan’s condo. It was on the edge of town with a nice view of the river. He rang the bell and waited.
Jordan opened the door, surprised to see Dan. She was even more surprised when he took her in his arms and planted a deep kiss on her lips. When he cupped her butt with one hand she pushed him back. “Whoa tiger, buy a girl a drink first.”
Dan was a bit disappointed in Jordan’s reaction. He tried to roll with it. “Okay, let’s go down to Kelsey’s,” he said. What he really wanted to do was strip her naked and bend her over the nearest piece of furniture. But if getting a couple of drinks in her paved the way, so be it.
“I didn’t mean that literally, silly,” Jordan responded. “But as long as you’re here, come on in. I can show you all the cute stuff I got today.”
Dan groaned inwardly. ‘I’d like to show you the cute stuff I got today,’ he thought acidly. Jordan had him by the hand, pulling him towards the recliner.
“Now you just sit there,” she told him. “And I’ll give you a little fashion show.” Then she was off to the bedroom to change.
Dan was three outfits into the “fashion show” when he decided he’d had enough. Getting up from the chair he followed Jordan into the bedroom. She was just pulling the frilly sundress up over her head when he entered.
Stepping up behind Jordan he caught hold of the dress, tangling it about her arms. “Here, let me help you with that,” he said. Spinning the confused woman about Dan pushed her back onto the bed. Jordan’s knees caught the edge of the bed and she toppled backwards with a squawk of surprise.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Jordan yelped as she struggled. “You’ll wreck my dress!”
“I’m just helping with the fashion show,” Dan growled. He caught the top of her panties and pulled. “I think the next outfit is called ‘birthday suit’.” Dan felt a surge of power as Jordan struggled beneath him. Then suddenly pain flashed through his body. Jordan had slipped a leg between his. She brought it up hard.
Arousal turned to a stomach churning ache. Dan curled into a ball. He thought he might be sick. At the end of a long pain filled tunnel he could hear Jordan’s voice.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she shouted at him.
“Just,” Dan gasped, “messing around.” He struggled to his knees.
“Well it wasn’t funny,” Jordan chided him. Seeing the pain Dan was in brought a measure of sympathy. “I’m sorry, okay. But that’s not like you. Have you been watching porn or something?”
Dan got to his feet. “No, sorry,” he grunted. “I just thought-never mind. I better go,” he finished weakly.
“Look I said I’m sorry. You don’t have to go.”
Looking back at his girlfriend Dan felt the urge to violence. “No, see you later,” he said as he staggered from the bedroom. Getting away was the best thing, he realized. By the time he reached the front door Dan had recovered enough to walk upright. ‘Watching porn,’ he thought sarcastically. ‘I’ve been living it for Christ's sake.’
Alice sat naked on the living room sofa. She had quickly realized that enforced nudity was a subtle form of house arrest. She could go nowhere. Even looking out the window brought the risk of discovery. She was a captive in her own home.
In a way that was exciting. It was not hard to imagine being carried off by some kidnapper that left her without clothes as a way to keep her under control. Unfortunately those kinds of thoughts led to one of the other prohibitions imposed by her neighbor.
Alice was in the midst of planning what she would wear for Tuesday night’s dinner when her phone rang. The caller ID indicated it was Dan. And it was a video call. If she declined the video he would suspect that she was cheating on his demands. But it felt weird to video chat in the nude.
In the end she took the call, but held the phone close to her face. “Hi,” she said brightly. She could see he was driving. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah I just wanted to see you,” came the response.
“You mean you just wanted to check up on me,” Alice replied reprovingly.
Dan couldn’t help but smile. He’d actually entertained thoughts of going to her place. But Alice had given him a better solution. “Well, yeah,” he said. “I’m kinda curious to see if you’re behaving yourself. How come you’re holding the phone so close? I can’t see anything.”
Alice held the phone away, blushing slightly. The tops of her breasts came into view. “How’s that? Satisfy your naughty mind?”
“Not by half,” Dan smirked. The ache in his kidneys was fading. He was starting to enjoy this game. “Why don’t you put the phone down and move back? Let’s keep you honest.”
With burning cheeks Alice propped the phone on the coffee table. She sat back on the sofa. Self consciously she crossed her arms over her breasts while crossing her legs. ‘This is silly,’ she said to herself. ‘A few hours ago he saw everything you had to offer and played with it too.’
Dan had to concentrate on staying in his lane. He glanced at his phone and smiled. “You could be hiding another one of your little vibes in there,” he said. “Prove me wrong.”
Alice closed her eyes. Taking a deep breath she spread her legs wide. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. When Dan said nothing she opened her eyes. “Satisfied?” she asked.
“I’d be more satisfied if your arms were behind your back.”
Having gotten past the “money shot”, Alice relaxed. It was strange showing herself like that. But she could well imagine a fantasy where she was kidnapped and watched remotely by her captor. She put her arms behind her back. To test herself Alice pushed her elbows towards one another. Her breasts jutted forward. In a sexy voice she said, “Are you not entertained?”
Dan’s wounded manhood arose like a valiant trooper. His clinical mind mapped out where the ropes would go to place Alice in just such a position. It was at that moment that he was startled by the “thump, thump, thump,” of the lane minders as his tires crossed the line. He quickly looked away from the phone, bringing the car back on course.
Alice had heard the sound and seen Dan’s reaction. She giggled. “Eyes on the road, both hands on the wheel. Don’t want you in the hospital for Tuesday,” she laughed. “Till then,” she leaned forward, letting her breasts fill the screen before breaking the connection.
Alice jumped up from the sofa. She laughed and danced a little jig as she headed to the bedroom. She went to her closet and examined her clothes. Tuesday was still two days away, but her mind was racing ahead.
What should she wear? She could shock Dan and appear in the doorway stark naked. But that seemed a bit forward. Besides, leaving something to the imagination could actually be sexier, she thought. She spotted the perfect dress. “Hmmm, slutty, but not too slutty,” she murmured. “Hope you’re ready for this, Roger.”
Alice turned to her bed. It was ten minutes after ten o’clock. The prohibition against covering herself had ended even if she wasn’t allowed clothing until morning. The sheets were cool against her skin. She drifted off, thinking of Tuesday.
Dan drove home in silence. It was hard to walk by Alice’s door and not knock. He knew that she’d be naked and probably more than willing to continue their game. But if he was expecting her to have control of her desires then he needed to exert some control over his own.
Climbing into bed his thoughts swirled between his disastrous encounter with Jordan and the subsequent phone call with Alice. Sleep was slow to come as he wrestled with desires he’d put away since adolescence. He smiled in the darkness at the memories of “True Detective” magazine covers stashed under the mattress of his thirteen year old self.