by S. J. Lewis
Chapter Six
“Hey!” Cheryl greeted Marie cheerfully. “I missed you at lunch, but I got your message that you wanted to meet me for dinner. Why here, though?” She looked around at the half-empty diner. It was open until ten, but did most of its business before seven. It was seven-thirty now.
“Have a seat,” Marie smiled. Cheryl cocked her head and looked at her friend more closely. A man would have missed everything that Marie said with that smile, but Cheryl did not.
“Oh. My. God,” Cheryl said as she sat down opposite Marie. Her voice fell to a whisper. “He fucked you, didn’t he?”
“Oh, he did more than that,” Marie grinned even as she felt her face redden. “He was in my apartment for hours last night. That’s why I didn’t take lunch. I needed a catnap to get through the day.”
“Ooh.” Cheryl cooed. “Hours? Give me details, girlfriend.”
“I…can’t,” Marie shook her head. “This is all too new and strange to me.”
“So he did some kinky stuff?” Cheryl grinned. “You lucky little b… witch. Did he spank you?”
“No, he didn’t spank me. He did…other stuff. I felt like a used dishrag this morning.”
Cheryl leaned closer across the table. “He tied you up?” she asked.
Marie leaned closer. “To my bed,” she replied. She had to suppress an urge to giggle.
“What else?” Cheryl asked eagerly.
At that point the waitress showed up with menus and place settings. Cheryl and Marie sat back and waited until she had left. Marie felt suddenly shy.
“What else?” Cheryl urged.
“Not now,” Marie shook her head. “I wanted to ask you…what do you know about him?”
“Him?” Cheryl shrugged. “Hardly anything. To be honest, I don’t know much more about any of them. That suits me. It keeps things uncomplicated.”
“So you don’t know his real name, or what he does, or even if he’s married?”
“Nope.”
Marie sighed. “See, I kinda need to know those things. I want to know what I’m getting myself into.”
“Don’t go over thinking it,” Cheryl shook her head. “You’ll just fuck it up.”
“Don’t you think about that stuff?” Marie asked.
Cheryl leaned forward again. “Under normal circumstances, yeah,” she admitted. “But there’s nothing what you’d call ‘normal’ about any of this. I kinda like being able to stop thinking at all while I’m down there. It’s all out of my hands, so I don’t have to think about anything after I make the decision to go.” She leaned back and smiled. Marie was about to say something when the waitress came back to see if they were ready to order. There were some unforeseen disadvantages to being here when there were so few other customers, and plenty of attention from the waitress was the most obvious one. They quickly gave her their orders and waited for her to gather up the menus and go away.
“So what do I do now?” Marie asked.
Cheryl gave her a quizzical look. “Why would you ask me that? He picked you. He came to you. I can tell you what I’d do, but I don’t think that’s what you want to hear. Let me make it simple: Do you want to see him again?”
“Yes, but…” Marie began. Cheryl held up a hand to stop her from saying anything more.
“See, that’s your problem,” she said. “You always have to hang a ‘but’ on the end of everything. Why are you laughing?”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Marie choked off her laughter. “It’s just the way you put that.”
“Oh,” Cheryl said after a moment. Then she laughed herself. “I guess it did sound funny. But really, girl, don’t you ever just let yourself live in the moment?”
“I did that Friday night,” Marie answered. “But now it’s Tuesday and the moment doesn’t seem to be ending.”
“Do you want it to end?”
“I don’t know,” Marie admitted. “It’s all very…exciting. But it feels a little dangerous too.”
“So?” Cheryl countered. “It wouldn’t be so exciting if it wasn’t at least a little dangerous. But let me ask you one more time: Do you want to see him again? Just give me a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’ this time.”
Marie sat quietly for a moment, thinking.
“Yes,” she said at last. “Oh, yes!”
“See?” Cheryl smiled. “That wasn’t so hard.”
“Maybe,” Marie shook her head. “But I’d really like to know more about him.”
“Why?” Cheryl asked. “Never mind,” she said immediately afterwards. “I was gunning for him myself. It would be easy for me to find a way to sabotage what you’ve got, and I really don’t want to do that. You handle it however you want, girlfriend. But if he drops you I call dibs.”
Marie laughed nervously.
Cheryl turned serious. “I’m not kidding,” she said.
***
It was a little after nine when Marie got back to her apartment. Cheryl had wanted to come along so they could talk some more, but Marie felt talked out, even if there was a whole lot about her situation that she hadn’t brought up. She wasn’t sure that she could talk about those things, even with Cheryl.
Her apartment was quiet and very still. She locked the door behind her and sat down at her computer. He had installed all the new hardware and software on it last night while she was tied to her bed, waiting for him. She checked her e-mails. When she found one from him, she opened it immediately. It was a short message. All it said was: ‘I want to see you Friday night.’ She noticed that there was an attachment, and clicked on it to open it. A moment later, she shivered. It was a picture of her, kneeling and naked and cuffed on the old gym mat, her head tilted slightly upwards, her face obscured by the blindfold, her mouth half-open. He must have taken the picture when he was standing close to her. Cheryl was in the picture too, but only enough of her was visible for someone to tell that there was another naked woman present.
Marie traced out the lines of her body with her fingernail. Had she really looked like that? Her nipples were erect, her hair in disarray. She seemed so helpless and so submissive that the picture had a tremendous erotic impact. She could imagine any man looking at it and instantly becoming aroused. She’d never thought of herself as being particularly sexy-looking, but the picture had definitely captured something.
She switched back to the text message and hit ‘reply’.
‘Yes.’ She typed quickly, and then she stalled out. There was more that she wanted to say. She could feel it dammed up inside of her, but she couldn’t find the words to break the logjam. She tried, once or twice, but both efforts sounded too much like overwrought passages from a spicy romance novel and she deleted them. He had to already know how much she wanted him, how eager she was to put herself completely into his hands. She tried a few more times before she concluded that ‘Yes’ told him all of those things and more. She hit ‘send’.
It wasn’t all that late, but she was feeling very tired now. Last night had taken a lot out of her, even as he had put a lot into her. She snickered at the thought. He’d been forceful, even a little violent, when he’d taken her the first time, and she’d loved that. Then he had spent a long time teasing and tantalizing her while she was tied down on her bed, using those terrible, wonderful ice cubes, his fingers, his tongue, and even a small vibrator he’d brought along. She had loved that too. And the second time he took her, he’d been surprisingly gentle, screwing her slowly and carefully and thoroughly until she cried out, again and again, and she’d especially loved that.
Marie sighed happily. Whoever he was, whatever he did, she was hooked. And he wanted to see her again! She had no idea what he might have in mind for their meeting, but whatever it was she was sure it would be exciting, thrilling, maybe even a little scary.
That reminded her of something: Hadn’t the package included a CD along with everything else? It had been labeled ‘Special Mix’, if she remembered correctly. Where was it? She searched her computer table and didn�
�t find it. The opened box was still sitting on her coffee table. She searched it next, but all that remained in it were the handcuffs, the leg-cuffs and the keys that would open them. She checked her small bookcase, but the disc wasn’t there either. She began to wonder if he’d taken it with him. That didn’t make any sense, though. Why would he send it to her only to take it back before she’d seen it?
She went back to her computer and opened the disc drive. There it was! She closed the drive and sat back down.
The disc had a number of files, some labeled ‘stills’ and some labeled ‘videos’. They were all labeled, but in numerical sequence. There were no descriptions. She selected the file marked ‘Stills 01’ and opened it.
It wasn’t a large file. There were only ten pictures in it, and when she opened the file they all showed up as thumbnails. Her computer hadn’t been able to do that before. He must have installed some new programs last night while he was installing all the other stuff. She peered more closely at the thumbnails. They all seemed to be of the same young woman as she undressed outdoors somewhere. From all the foliage, the pictures had to have been taken in the summer. She opened the first picture for a better look.
The unknown woman looked to be about Marie’s own age, maybe a little younger. She was wearing faded jeans, a yellow shirt, and running shoes. She had light brown hair and brown eyes, and she didn’t look completely at ease. The set of images started with her completely clothed…and looking uneasy…and ended with her completely nude, posing with her hands up behind her head…still looking uneasy. Marie couldn’t help comparing her own figure unfavorably with the unknown woman’s: She had more curves, and bigger breasts.
Marie quickly closed the file and opened another one. This one was a bit larger, and featured three women, all outside, all stark naked. They were all young and pretty, and all about the same height and build. Unlike the first woman, they seemed more nervously excited than nervously uneasy. They all wore big smiles, but their poses were awkward. One had blonde hair, one light brown hair, and the other dark brown hair. The blonde had shaved her pubic hair, while the other two had trimmed theirs into small, neat patches. Marie skimmed through the thumbnails until she came to one where the women were on their hands and knees on the ground. The picture had been taken from the front. Now all three women had their heads down so that you couldn’t see their faces. The next picture, and the last in the set, had been taken from behind the three women. The blonde had dared to turn her head and peek back at the camera, but all Marie could see of her face was one eye. On the other hand, all three sets of plump, pink pussy lips were clearly visible. Marie stared at the image for a moment before going on to another file.
Some of the women appeared in multiple files, others appeared in only one or two. Most of the images were set outdoors, but there were several files set indoors. One that Marie found strangely interesting looked like a how-to set for binding a woman in a particular style. She had seen Cheryl bound in a similar way, with similar black ropes tightly circling her torso just above and just below her breasts, but these pictures went into more detail, with additional ropes cinching the woman’s arms close to her body. None of the images showed the woman’s face, or any part of her body below her waist.
It was…interesting, Marie thought. The rope work even looked artistic, enhancing the appearance of the model’s body even as it rendered her completely helpless. She wondered how it would feel to be so thoroughly trussed up herself, and then giggled nervously.
Other how-to sets showed women being bound spread-eagled to beds or mattresses, or, in one case, on a bare wooden floor. And then there was that last file…
The woman here seemed just a bit older, in her late twenties or early thirties, with short, dark hair cut in what Marie recognized as a pageboy bob. Did anyone wear their hair like that any more? She was also nude, and already bound, lying on a carpet. Her hands were tied behind her, and her legs were bent double and tied tightly calf-to-thigh individually, so that she was completely available. In fact, the first image showed her lying on her back, her legs parted, her pussy exposed. Subsequent images showed her as she rolled and struggled, on her side, on her stomach, on her other side, or propped up on an elbow looking warily at the camera. It took Marie a moment to notice that whoever the woman was she was also gagged with a long, wide strip of silvery duct tape. She’d missed that at first because she’d been paying so much attention to how the ropes dug into the woman’s thighs, and the peculiar way her wrists had been immobilized. There was a length of rope draped across the back of the woman’s neck, with both ends running back under her arms, where they were knotted together, making a kind of very simple harness. Her bound wrists were connected to that harness with more rope, pulling her hands up almost between her shoulder blades.
The last few images showed her being taken forcefully by a large and muscular naked man. His face was never quite visible, but the woman’s was. The first image showed her on her back with the man between her legs, obviously fucking her hard. Her head was turned towards the camera with her eyes shut. There was an indefinable expression on what Marie could see of her face. The next image showed the woman face-down, with the same large man mounting her from behind. She’d raised her hips for him, and now her expression looked almost beatific. The last image showed her up on her knees. The duct tape had been removed, and her mouth was full of the large man’s large cock.
Marie thought back to the previous image and wondered if the man had been using her pussy, or had he been…she shuddered and closed the file, then sat staring at the monitor screen for a while. She felt a little warm, and more than a little horny. She debated opening one of the video files. She still felt tired, but it wasn’t all that late yet, was it? Maybe she could take the time to watch a couple of them before going to bed.
The cell phone rang. The sudden noise startled her. It was the cell phone he had sent her, so there was no doubt who was calling. She grabbed it up and answered it.
“Hello,” she said. She fought to keep her voice calm while her heart pounded in her ears.
“So I’ll pick you up Friday. Be ready by seven.”
“Ah…” Marie gulped. “I don’t want to go back down there.”
She heard him chuckle.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I have no intention of sharing you. Have you been to the gym yet?”
“Well…no,” Marie admitted. “It’s been so hectic…”
“No excuses,” he cut her off. “You will go tomorrow. Understood?”
“Ah…yes, sir.” Marie felt a little thrill shoot through her. “I will.”
“No,” he said. “Don’t call me ‘sir’ any more.”
“Okay. But what should I call you? I don’t even know your name.”
“Call me ‘Master’,” He replied. “Can you do that?”
Marie shivered. She remembered being alone with him in that little dark room, and what she’d done there. She remembered waiting, naked, on all fours, in her darkened bedroom, and what he’d done when he came to her there.
“Can you do that?” he repeated.
“Yes, Master,” she replied. She felt another thrill shoot through her as she said the word.
“Good. Now, are you still dressed?”
Marie swallowed hard. She was sure that he had something in mind.
“Yes, Master,” she replied. “I’m in the clothes I wore to the office.”
“Take them off,” he ordered. “Take everything off. Do it now.”
She’d had the occasional fantasy of being in the hands of a strong and dominant lover. It had always excited her. Now it was for real, and it was driving her out of her mind. Her hands were shaking as she began to undress, and it took her a moment to realize that she was still holding the cell phone.
“Master,” she panted. “May I put down the phone to undress?”
“Yes,” he answered. “Now hurry up.”
Marie laid the cell phone down alongside her keyboard and tore
at her clothes with frantic haste. The sooner she was naked for him the sooner she would find out what he planned next. Blouse, skirt, stockings and underwear were soon scattered on the floor. She picked up the cell phone again.
“I did it,” she announced. She knew that she sounded out of breath, and she didn’t care. She felt giddy. “I’m naked for you, Master.”
“Completely naked?” he asked. “Are you sure that you’re not wearing any jewelry?”
“Oh!” she exclaimed. “Just my earrings, Master. I’m sorry.” She shifted the phone from one ear to the other as she removed the small hoop earrings she’d been wearing.
“Now I’m completely naked, Master,” she said into the phone. Would he tell her to turn on the little camera now? She wasn’t sure how that worked.
“You sound excited,” he said.
“I am,” Marie nodded. Her hands were unsteady, her knees felt weak and she was breathing quickly and shallowly.
“Are you wet for me?”
“Yes, Master,” she panted.
“Good. Now go into your bedroom and lie down on your bed. I want to listen while you masturbate for me.”
“Master?” It wasn’t anything she’d been expecting or even fantasizing about, which made it all the more exciting. It even sounded more than a little dirty…was ‘dirty’ the right word?
“You heard me,” he said. “Go now and do what I told you.”
“Yes, Master.” She hurried into her bedroom and pulled down the covers. A moment later she was on her back, her knees raised and spread. She took the phone in her left hand. Her right hand crept down between her legs. Her pussy felt wet and hot and achingly sensitive and she moaned at the first light touch of her own fingers.
