This is third chapter of the series that began with Housesitting and was continued with House Rules
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In the morning I went to get the paper. I found two envelopes in the newspaper box, one addressed to Mercy and one to me. I brought them into the house without opening them, intending to wait until Mercy got up. But after drinking my coffee and unsuccessfully trying to focus on the
Washington Post,
I gave up and opened mine.
Rod,
You and Mercy have agreed to do whatever we ask today. Mercy and I talked last night and agreed to certain ground rules.
You will be arriving separately. I want to have a "play date" with you. Dress casually and comfortably and come over after a light lunch at 2pm. Plan to spend the rest of the day with us.
--Kelly
Mercy was up shortly. I handed her a cup of coffee and the letter addressed in Doug's handwriting. She sipped the coffee while she looked over her letter, folded it back up and stuck it in her pocket. I went back to reading the paper, hoping she would say something, but she never returned any of my glances.
Stacy came down shortly thereafter. Mercy spent the rest of the morning helping her pack for college.
"Stacy needs to get a few things on her way out." Mercy said, "I probably won't be back before you have to leave."
I said goodbye to Stacy and gave her a hug. Mercy kissed me and they left.
I sat down to read the paper again, but was too distracted. How did Mercy know I would be gone? Where was she going now? What was her date going to be? What was going to happen to me?
I thought of trying to find her invitation from Doug, but realized Mercy wasn't that careless. I showered and dressed, then spent the rest of the morning taking more care with my grooming than I used to before my dates with Mercy.
I really couldn't focus on anything else. I was feeling excitement, terror, trepidation, yearning, and jealousy.
I managed to eat a light lunch before I walked over to Doug and Kelly's house. On the way I resolved to be careful and not do anything to make the situation worse.
Kelly met me at the door dressed in a black leather pants and bustier that showed a lot of cleavage. She gave me a cryptic smile at me as she invited me in. I felt my resolve slipping.
Mercy and I had always been adventurous, but only up to a point. I had often fantasized of Mercy dressing up in a dominatrix outfit. I wasn't interested in S&M, but was very excited about the idea of bondage and teasing. I had always wanted to go a little further than Mercy did. Now I thought my fantasy might be standing in front of me.
"Leave your shoes here and follow me," she said.
We stopped at the bar. She poured me a double shot of Maker's Mark and handed me a beer chaser. She poured herself a smaller shot.
"Drink up," she commanded.
I don't often drink straight liquor, but I made an exception today. I drank the shot straight down and swallowed a third of the beer. I followed Kelly as she led me down the hall. I noticed a riding crop hanging from her waist. She pulled out some keys, unlocked the door, opened it, and stepped aside for me.
"Welcome to our playroom."
I walked in. There was nothing overt other than a king-size brass bed and a few out-of-place contraptions, but the room had sex and mystery written all over it. The lighting was subdued but not dark; the room was reddish but not tacky. As I took it in while finishing my beer I noticed it was full of cabinets, closets, and strategically placed mirrors. My senses were coated with alcohol. Kelly walked over and sat down in a chair that almost resembled a throne.
"All right Rod. You remember what we all agreed to last night, or I assume you would not have shown up here. Mercy and I discussed some basic ground rules. You are to do whatever I say and not question any of it. I am sure you are wondering about Doug and Mercy, We might peak in on them later. Understand?"
"Yes"
"Take off your shirt."
I complied and hung it on the hook I had noticed on the back of the door.
"Good. Now come here."
I walked over to her.
"Turn around."
I did. I felt restraints on my wrists and an accompanying tingling in my groin.
She caressed my ass and then turned me around. She slowly unfastened my pants and slid them to the floor. My cock was bulging against my burgundy jockey shorts.
"Excellent," she said.
She caressed the front of my shorts now. The feeling was electric. I tried to remain casual. Kelly stood up and motioned me over to the wall. She reached up and pulled down two restraints that had been cleverly concealed. She released my hands and reattached them to the restraints. She knelt on the floor and removed my socks and then attached restraints to my ankles. She tightened the slack so both my arms were out away from me. I was in a spread-eagle position, but not uncomfortable. As I realized how helpless I truly was, my excitement grew. I was not afraid of Kelly, at least not yet, and there was nothing I could do anyway.
She did not stand up, but instead sat back on her heels so she was facing my crotch and I was staring down on her exposed upper breasts. I could see her nipples were pressing against the leather. She was excited too. She felt the outline of my cock with her fingertips and then her face, running her lips and teeth around it. I tried not to show anything, but I felt like I was going to burst my underpants.
"Let's make you more comfortable," she said and walked over to one of the many bureaus.
She returned with a pair of scissors. I was a little frightened. When she knelt down again and grabbed my shorts, I was actually relieved. She carefully opened the scissors and slipped one part inside them, and snipped all the way up to the waist. The shorts slipped down the other leg as I sprang out, raging hard.
