Note: Revised version to remove unintended repetition of text between chapters.
Saturday afternoon, Chloe texted to thank me for picking up the tab and for exceeding expectations. She mentioned that not just Katie, but all three of her friends had asked for my phone number - which I wasn't sure I believed. I responded that was fine with me, not expecting anything to come of it. I ran some errands, read a bit and then headed to the bar, which was mostly empty at 5. Just how I liked it.
"Well, if its not the ladies man."
"Very funny Jack. Just give me a drink without the commentary, ok?"
"No, really, how did you end up at a table with those 4? They come in all the time, but no one ever gets close - they really shut the boys down."
"Considering your clientele, that shows their good taste. I met the redhead at a coffee shop" - did I mention that Chloe was a redhead - "learning about microbiology while she pretends to be interested in my views on modern history, having lived through most of it. Never met any of her friends before."
"The blonde seemed to cozy up to you. And weren't you talking about bondage when you were at the bar?"
"Well, Chloe has an active imagination, and I didn't always live in a small town - so sometimes she likes to ask about when I was more interesting. I may have issues with appropriate boundaries, as you know. And I guess Katie was just tired and I was sitting next to her. Maybe I remind her of her grandfather?" We laughed.
"You know their names? More than most get out of them."
"Well, it would be rude to sit with people for that long and not at least introduce ourselves. Drink?"
I read some news on my phone - well, tried to read. I was really thinking about last night and how odd and exhilarating it had been. I mean, Chloe added to my life, but even though we genuinely enjoyed each other's company, I knew ours was a transactional relationship. There were boundaries. But I had a strange feeling a line had been crossed, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. Excited? Scared? Confused?
"Howdy - I had a feeling I'd find you here." And there was Katie.
"Caught red handed. Aren't you out a little early on a Saturday night?"
Katie was dressed in a light cotton summer dress, hair pulled back into a low, short ponytail. She was even more beautiful laid back - I never really understood the need for makeup.
"Well, as you predicted, I slept really well last night - after the girls stopped grilling me about what it was like."
"And?"
"And what? I still don't know - it's a bit of a blur. But it was exactly what I needed, once I got over being in public. You were so discreet and - is caring too weird a word to use?"
"Not at all - you should feel cared for. When you don't, you should stop."
"Hmmm, I'll think about that." Jack was creeping closer again. Katie asked Jack for her usual.
We sat in silence for a few minutes, her drinking and thinking, me pretending to read.
"Ok, so how does this go?"
"How does what go?"
"You're going to make me ask, aren't you? Isn't that a little cruel?"
"Yes, I'm going to make you ask - if you really want something, you should be willing to ask for it soberly and carefully. Things can become manipulative way too easily. I'm excited, but I also admit to being a little concerned about the age difference between us."
"Your joking - I'm the same age as Chloe!"
"True, but that is different. We're friends, but it's also a business relationship. Unless that's what you want as well."
"No, no, no. I totally understand why she does what she does, but I've never been paid and don't want to be. I don't judge her - or you. Some of her other clients I wonder about - especially the ones who work at the university. But as I learned last night, you are genuinely interesting. Plus, to be honest, I don't need the money - and I know she does."
"So, the age difference doesn't bother you?"
"I thought it would, but no - not with you."
"Not what I expected in the cold light of day." I took a drink.
She waited. "You're still going to make me say it, aren't you? OK, fine, if I want you to tie me up again, what will happen?"
"First, you'll have to be completely sober. If we get to know each other better, maybe then some wine. But nothing happens without consent and clearly drawn boundaries, which we can't do if you're even a little bit drunk. Second, I'll want to hear you talk more about what you've watched, read, fantasized about, so I can understand your interests and boundaries - learn about what you really want. If all that goes well, then we negotiate terms. Finally, and only if all that works out, we start."
She agreed and what followed was a surreal, interesting, and exciting conversation. She shared how she discovered images of tied up women, her surreptitious attempts to find tv and movies with rope and leather. Story lines that interested her, what she masturbated to. She told me about a few awful experiences with boys - and one with a girl - where she tried things. It was clear that her play partners only thought about themselves. She was just an object for their pleasure.
I told her that some people actually liked to objectify, or to be objectified, but not me. She didn't think she wanted pain - being hit never found its way into her fantasies. I asked her how she felt about discomfort. "Yes, that's the word - I'd been trying figure it out. Discomfort is good. I don't want to be hurt, but I do want enough to suffer a little. Is that a thing?"
"It is, and it's what I'm interested in as well."
"How lucky for me." She leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek.
"We'll see."
She turned on her stool to face me. "So, can we go back to your place?"
"Nope."
"Why not? I'm ready, I'm not drunk, and I've waited for so long." She tried pouting, but that was clearly Oliva's thing, not hers.
"Well, denial and delay of pleasure is part of how I play, but also you've had 2 drinks. You may not feel drunk, but until we've gotten to know each other better, you have to be stone cold sober. It's a rule I won't break. Not even for you and your pleading eyes and pouting lips - which I don't believe anyway."
"Damn, I need more lessons from Olivia" she laughed.
"That might work on boys - but not me. Tell you what, have a lovely night, talk it over with the girls if you want and text me. Then, we can arrange a time. You can come to me, or I'll come to you - your preference."
"Chloe warned me you'd be like this, and I hate it when she's right. But she usually is."
"That annoys me as well." I took a sip and casually asked "Did you enjoy the little bit of play last night?"
"How could you even ask that? Of course I did - why else would I track you down?"
It was pushing my rules but couldn't help it. "Would you like to try one thing before I send you on your way?" She nodded happily. "The bathrooms here are for one person at a time." Leaning in and lowering my voice, I instructed "Go to the woman's room. I'll knock on the door in 2 minutes. Before I get there, take off your shoes and panties, but leave on your dress. Go, or say no, right now."
She looked at me, that look of interest and trepidation in her eyes I remembered from last night, stood up and headed for the bathroom.
I waited 5 minutes to be a little cruel, told Jack I was hitting the head and I'd be back. I knocked on the bathroom door, pushed down the handle and walked in. It was suddenly bright compared to the bar, and there she was - facing the wall, barefoot, arms behind her back holding a pair of red panties. Clearly, she'd hoped something was going to happen.
I locked the door. Slowly walking around her, I ran my hand up the middle of her back, across the nape of her neck and into her hair. She was totally still, holding her breath. I could see in the mirror she'd closed her eyes. I ran my hand back down over her dress to the small of her warm, trembling back. I slid my hand back up into her hair and cradled her head. I leaned in and enjoyed the lovely smell of her hair and skin, thinking how lucky I was.
I closed my fist around her ponytail and ever so slowly, pulled her head back. Not to cause pain or surprise, but to let her feel how easily control could be given up. I gently kissed behind her ear. She let out the pent-up air in her lungs, and unwittingly opened her hands, letting the panties fall to the floor.
Holding her hair with my right hand, I undid my belt with the left. I moved her hands from behind her to her stomach, wrapping her crossed wrists with the belt, and lifting them up, over and behind her head. Her elbows above her shoulders, wrists even with the nape of her neck, I held the belt and her hair in the same hand.
I slowly moved around to her front and leaned in close. "Open your eyes and look at me."
Her look was one of desperation and surprise, highlighted by her parted lips and shallow breathing. What I would have given to do more right then and there, but rules are rules. And just because I like playing denial games with others, doesn't mean I don't enjoy them as well.
I ran my free hand down the front of her dress, between her delicate breasts, across her stomach. Using my fingers, I slowly pinched the dress between my hand and her stomach, lifting it up until the hem was above her belly button. Now exposed, I ran my hand across the warm skin of her stomach. She drew in a sharp breath and looked at me even more intensely, questioning. I pointed my fingers down and moved them closer to her lips, finally touching and parting them. She was warm and wet. I cupped her with my hand and lifted, ever so slowly, forcing her up on her toes. She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and held her breath. I held her like that for what seemed an eternity, but was probably only half a minute, until her legs started to shiver. Slowly, slowly, I lowered til her heels were back on the cold bathroom floor.
I brought my hand up to my face and inhaled. I'm not sure how I resisted going down on her right there and then, but I had a longer-term plan. I held my wet finger up in front of her face. "Open your eyes."
I waited a few second, and in a lower tone "Open your eyes." Slowly her eyelids fluttered open. I showed her my wet fingers and brought them to her lips. She opened her mouth, and I pushed them up against her palate, all the while keeping our eyes locked.
I loosened my grip on her hair and slowly ran my other hand down her back, keeping the belt around her wrists taught. I pulled her against me, so she could feel how hard I was. I held her for a moment, then let her go. I leaned down, took her panties, and headed for the door. She stood there, wrists crossed, belt dragging on the floor.
"I'll pay your tab. Wait a few minutes before coming out - I'll be gone by then. Say hi to the girls, and if you want to talk again, call me tomorrow. Remember, no drinking if we get together. Enjoy your night."
As I closed the door, I looked back and saw her staring at me over her shoulder - she looked confused, a little upset, magnificent.
Later that night, just before I went to bed, I got a text from Chloe.
"Oh my god, what did you do to her? She's crazed like I've never seen before. Not in a bad way - actually it's a lot of fun - but you've got to tell me how you did that."
10 minutes later, before I responded, "I'm a little jealous you've never left me like that. We'll have to talk about that, I mean you just met her."
Needless to say, for the first time in years, I didn't need porn before I went to sleep.
