‘Yes.’
‘Then why are you here with me?’
The woman on the bed was obviously thrown by the question. Naked, and with her arms tethered to the headboard she struggled to see the man sitting on a low chair at the end of the bed.
‘You explained,’ she said. ‘You and your partner explained. Is she your wife?’
‘Yes, she’s my wife.’
‘Well the two of you explained that it was better for you to show me everything, to demonstrate the items we ordered, while she talked to Ralph downstairs.’
‘And you believed us?’
A frown crept over her face. ‘I don’t understand,’ she said.
‘Does that make you feel more vulnerable; being restrained and not understanding what I am talking about?’
‘What do you mean by that? You’re beginning to worry me.’
‘You should be worried, but now isn’t really the time.’
The woman closed her eyes, obviously thinking and then stared wide eyed at the ceiling.
‘When would be a good time?’
‘Before I stripped you naked, tied you to the bed and spread your legs. I’m sure you feel completely helpless. Is that right?’
‘Yes.’
‘What do you think is the breaking strain of those cuffs?’
‘I don’t know. A lot I guess.’
‘Wrong. It is less than ten pounds. If you could lift a full bag of groceries you’d have the strength to break free any time you wish.’
‘That’s ridiculous.’
He stood up and strolled to the head of the bed, holding a clip board. ‘I have the data here,’ he said, pointing to the middle of the page. ‘Bondage is all in the mind. You thought you couldn’t escape so you made yourself helpless. I could have gagged you if I wished couldn’t I, and you would have done nothing. You would have assumed that it was all part of the show.’
He smiled and put the clipboard down. ‘What else could I have done?’
‘You could have fucked me.’
‘Indeed I could. You like being helpless, don’t you. That’s why you ordered these items. On top of that you have a fantasy about being taken by a stranger.’
He reached down and held her chin, forcing her to look straight at him. ‘Lets get a few things clear, we sell sex toys and we want them to be used safely. I don’t want to read in the papers about someone coming to harm in our bondage kit, nor do I want to be the cause of a divorce. People do crazy things with our stuff, so now I make them learn lessons before I leave anything with them. I occasionally miss a sale, but I sleep at night.’
‘So what happens now?’
‘You answer some more questions.’
‘And if I don’t?
‘I’ll guess what the answers might be, and maybe miss a sale. Maybe I was joking, maybe those cuffs are as strong as anything you can imagine.’
He smiled, let go of her chin and pulled a chair next to the bed, positioning himself level close to her thigh. She squirmed slightly as she watched him calmly appraising her body. Eventually it drew a thin smile.
‘So next question. Were you disappointed or upset when your husband went downstairs?’
‘Yes, a little, I thought he’d stay.’
‘Before I go on, lets make this more personal. My first name is Paul, and yours is Sue, Yes?’
‘Yes.’
‘So, Sue, did you think my wife, whose name is Carol, by the way, might seduce Ralph? Was that what was bothering you?’
‘I thought she might.’
‘Sue I’m going to spread your legs a little wider, it helps me to see if our conversation is arousing you. I can see your nipples responding but I’d like to know if you’re getting wet.’
‘You could feel.’
‘I could,’ he said and adjusted the spreader bar, ‘and I may; but for now, seeing is believing. One more thing, we didn’t agree a safeword and we should have don’t you think? Or did you imagine that because Ralph and Carol were downstairs you’d be safe enough?’
‘I hadn’t thought.’
‘Agreeing to a safeword is better than not thinking. With a safeword, you can say “no, no, no,” but not really mean it. Have you ever done that?’ He paused for a second. ‘No need to answer, I can see that you have. You see how helpful it is to be able to see when you glisten for me. So here’s a safeword for you, just say dry; say it as many times as you like. We wouldn’t want to use a word like wet would we? Ah, again, no need to answer.’
‘You enjoy this don’t you,’ said Sue.
‘Of course I do, but there’s more to it than that. If you feel safe with me then you might recommend our products, or maybe buy more. Now, a difficult question, what do you think your husband gets out of you doing this? What would he get out of it if I was fucking you? That was your plan wasn’t it? Perhaps Ralph thinks that’s what I’m doing right now? What does he get out of it?’
There was a long pause as her gaze switched between Paul and the ceiling and back to Paul several times.
‘I don’t know,’ she said. ‘I’m sorry, that’s terrible isn’t it, I should know, but I don’t.’
Paul said nothing.
‘I, um, we, should have talked about it shouldn’t we?’ she said. ‘The thing is we sort of work it out backwards, we do something and then we talk about it afterwards. We go over it a lot afterwards.’
‘You say WE do something. I’m curious to know whether that is you doing something and telling him afterwards, or both of you together? But you don’t talk before or plan very carefully. Let me guess, you think spontaneity is important and some of that is missing because you’ve been married a while. Yes? You know him so well by now, so why do you think he might enjoy you being tied up and ravished? Not all husbands do.’
‘When we talk about it we have a lot of sex, and I guess he knows that… so whatever we do he knows that’s coming. If I’ve been very naughty he spanks me. Not a lot, I mean, enough to remind me so I’ll remember.’
‘So you’ll remember to be naughty again?’
‘No,’ A nervous laugh escaped from her lips. ‘Silly. No. Because I’ll know I’ll be spanked if I’m naughty.’
‘You like it. Does he do it because he likes it or because you like it?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Don’t lie to me, you know damn well you like it, as soon as you started talking about it you were dripping. That was a five drip like. I can calibrate your response by watching you drip.’
Paul reached between her legs and scooped a few drops of glistening liquid on two fingers. Both were soon hovering in front of her lips. He raised his eyebrows and her mouth opened. He carefully applied both fingers to her tongue. When she was done licking he smiled and removed his fingers.
‘Now, once again, what does your husband get out of your behaviour?’
‘I don’t know, really, I don’t know.’
‘So should you be spanked because you’re so neglectful?’
‘Yes I suppose so. Are you going to do that?’
Paul waited, watching.
‘One drip,’ he said. ‘Perhaps I’ll tell Ralph to do it when he gets here… Hmmm, three drips. I guess Ralph has it. Useful to know. We must press on. Where do you want your marriage to go?’
‘I don’t know what you mean.’
‘Are you going to cuckold Ralph; make him stay at home while you go off and get fucked; make him sleep in the spare room while some stud fucks you in your bed? Maybe put Ralph in a cock cage and make him submit to studs, or bulls that you bring in? There are wives who do that sort of thing. Is that where you’re going?’
‘No. No, I don’t want to do that to Ralph.’
‘But you’re doing that now.’
‘I’m not.’
‘You are; you agreed to him leaving the room so I could do what I liked with you, and this is your bed unless I’m very much mistaken. You could have objected. You could have said Ralph had to stay. Why didn’t you?’
‘You set me up.’
‘I did not. You and Ralph both made assumptions without checking things out. No one said you couldn’t ask questions. You got yourself into this position and Ralph let you.
‘No, No. It isn’t like that. Why are you being so cruel?’
‘Because you and Ralph were being so foolish. You didn’t think. Neither of you thought. You don’t know me, you don’t know Carol. We turned up delivering some toys you ordered so you assumed that we were safe. We could have been running a scam, casing your house for a robbery or I could be a serial killer.’
‘Is she testing Ralph like this?’
‘Of course.’ Paul stood up and walked around the bed, gazed carefully for a few seconds between her legs. ‘You’ve dried up. Now what can that mean? I think you love Ralph a lot and the thought of Carol seducing him is frightening. You don’t want to lose him. Good, some important lessons learned I think. Mmmm?’
He walked slowly to the box in the corner that contained the delivery of sex toys. After a few seconds rummaging he returned with a riding crop. He walked around the bed brandishing it, swished it through the air a few times and then smiled.
‘Fascinating. Several drips but somehow I don’t think we need it. We already know that turns you on but I think I’ll save it for now and give it to Ralph… Ah there we are again, four drips. Yes, Ralph wins again. Oh, even more. A pity I can’t turn that into some sort of wall chart.’
He put the crop back in the box and began to undo the cuffs on her legs, then collapsed the telescopic spreader and put that back in the box.
‘Two more things to get through. Now this requires some brain work… role play kind of thing. I want you to imagine that you are in a room, as you are now, naked and restrained with, let’s say five naked men with big cocks. Ralph is one of them. Where would Ralph be? Is he watching? Is he joining in as one of the five, with none of them knowing who he is? Is he telling them what to do?’
He moved the stool closer to her head. ‘Maybe sitting here, so you can whisper to him? You know they are all going to fuck you and you’re as helpless as you are now. Where is Ralph?’
‘By my head, holding my hand.’
‘Is he naked?’
‘Yes.’
Paul quickly stripped and sat by her head again. ‘Sitting somewhere like this?’
‘Yes.’
‘So what happens next?’ he said, reaching over her belly to sample her wetness. ‘What happens next? Close your eyes, be there.’
There was a long pause and her breathing deepened.
‘Is someone going to fuck me?’ she said. ‘Guys, I’m wet just thinking about it, hey, I’ll tell you what, shortest goes first. One of you, there’s a wet empty cunt here.’
Sue opened her eyes. ‘I’d say all that and I’d squeeze Ralph’s hand and wait for the first one. My eyes are open and I’m looking down the bed. I’m watching the guy coming towards me, trying to read in his eyes what he’s thinking. It’s too late to stop him, I just need to know he’s on the right wavelength. I can feel myself getting wetter.’
Paul raised his fingers from her vagina, stringy secretions trailing behind them.
‘You’re wet enough — what does Ralph do?’
‘When the first guy enters me he leans down and kisses me so the guy can’t do that. It forces the guy’s head sideways, away from my face, I can feel his stubble on my shoulder.’
‘Go on.’
One by one she described being taken over and over; her pussy being filled to overflow with cum; feeling it leaking out of her as the final, biggest of all the cocks goes on longer and deeper than the rest. Somehow, by telepathy or maybe the way her fingers twine in his, she makes Ralph understand and his cock is presented to her mouth. By sheer will power she forces her head sideways enough to suck it in and there it stays as her cunt is pounded to a standstill. How many orgasms she has she can’t count, but the final touch is Ralph filling her mouth.
‘Good, I understand so much more now, and so do you, yes?’
‘Yes.’
‘So we know you love Ralph and all this is entertainment; a part of what you and Ralph do together, not something you do without him, yes?’
‘Yes, yes.’
‘So now we need to know how much he loves you.’
‘How?’
‘I have been watching Ralph with Carol. Carol has left her phone on video call. Do you want to know? Could you bear to know if Carol seduced him?’
There was a long pause. She gazed at him, a level, unemotional stare, until finally her eyebrows wrinkled a little.
‘You’re playing with me, but he’ll tell me anyway.’
‘And what will he say?’
‘That’s not fair.’
‘What do you want him to say?’
‘I want… I want him to be happy with whatever he did, as long as he tells me.’
‘She did not seduce him. She tried, but he said no. She can be tempting, very tempting when she wishes. Now can you bear to hurt him a little because there is something you need to know and you will only learn it if you see it.’
‘Do I have a choice?’
‘You always have a choice; at least with me you have a choice. With others who restrain you like this, I cannot say. I hope you have learned to hang on to choices and not give them away. Shall I proceed?’
‘Go on.’
Paul stood and walked back to the toy box. He returned with what looked like black goggles. He placed them over her eyes.
‘Look at the ceiling, or where the ceiling should be, look straight up. What do you see?’
‘That’s weird, I can see the door.’
‘There is a prism inside. When Ralph walks through the door you will see him, but he will think you are blindfolded.’
Paul removed the device and brought a second object from the box.
‘What do you make of this?’
‘It looks like a broken dagger.’
‘Yes, it’s a stage prop, it’s made of rubber. Look I can’t stab myself,’ he said slamming the blade onto his hand. ‘But there’s more. Watch.’
He pressed a button in the handle and red juice, looking a lot like blood came out of the broken end.
‘I could make Ralph think I have stabbed you. This piece of plastic that looks like a pool of blood, sticks to your neck and holds the dagger,’ he said. ‘Like this. I’m unbuckling your hands so you are free to move as soon as you wish, but the plan is for your neck to look as though it’s bleeding. Before we do this you must tell me, does Ralph have a weak heart? I do not want him to die of shock.’
‘No,’ she said. ‘No, don’t do this. I don’t need that much proof and I don’t want to shock him. I don’t want to hurt him.’
‘Good.’ Paul picked up the rubber dagger and its holder and threw them across to the box. ‘Good. A good response.’
He smiled and completed freeing her restraints,
‘You do not want to hurt Ralph but yet you do. You often hurt him. You use his hurt to calibrate how far you can go. You have the wildest time you can until you sense that he’s had enough; until you see his pain beginning to surface.’
Paul picked up the cuffs and their chains and strolled across to the box. He put them in and closed the lid with a solid clunk. There was an air of finality about the gesture; a closing of a chapter.
‘I did want you to fuck me,’ she said, sitting up in bed, an air of frustrated resignation creeping into her voice. ‘I understand what you’ve done. It’s very clever.’
‘Am I right about what you do to Ralph?’
‘Mmmm,’ she said. ‘I guess so. I shouldn’t do it.’
‘I didn’t say it was wrong, but you must understand that it could wear him down. He loves you and when you push him to the edge of hurt, testing him, pushing him further each time, his love is being turned against him. One day it might break him.’
‘No, please.’
‘I haven’t finished. It may harm you as well. Each time you go further, each time you take a bigger risk, each time you get nearer the edge, beware that there may come a day when you may pass a point of no return. Perhaps you will do something foolish and some unscrupulous stranger will harm you; perhaps you will loose Ralph. No one can say, but the way you behave may not work forever.’
‘So we should stop?’
‘Did I say that? I sell BDSM toys — why would I want you to stop. I want you to open your eyes, think and talk before you leap, be certain what each of you wants and check to be sure that is what you get. Don’t just talk after. Talk before, anticipate, double the fun.’
‘Do all your customers get this treatment?’
‘One way or another.’
‘And do any of them get fucked?’
‘Almost always.’
‘Oh…’ she laughed. ‘Oh I get it. Now we call Ralph and Carol back, and open that box again.’
‘Exactly.’
