This is the fourth chapter of a fictional tale. As a tale of fiction, it omits many of the safety precautions one should take in a real life situation. Because of this, it should not be considered a template for real life.
When the door closed, Gloria was alone with her thoughts. She lay there listening to her heartbeat. Her chest was still heaving, as she caught her breath. The more she came down, the more aware she was of her body. Her wrists and ankles were tired and sore. She removed the scarf from her eyes to look at her free wrist. There was a band of red and raw skin about an inch in width. Battle wounds, she thought. She had been battling with the ropes, all afternoon. All worth it, too. Offered another chance, she wouldnāt have done anything differently.
She slowly twisted herself around so she could release her other wrist. She looked at both wrists together. She smiled when she saw they matched perfectly. Additional pains made themselves known. Her legs were very tired. Her whole body was tired. She felt like she had just run a marathon. She took a trip but never left the bed.
While Gloria lay there, her aches and pains were becoming more prominent. An old saying she had heard came to mind. Now, āRode hard and put up wetā had more meaning for her. This was how she felt. She had been used, then left alone to repair herself the best she could. Strangely, it was a perfectly wonderful afternoon. Well, she would like to see what he looked like. But, she could wait for that.
Gloria got out of the ropes and cleaned herself up. She looked at her wrists and ankles. Her ankles werenāt as red as her wrists. She figured that was because she was fighting for control with her arms, and not so much with her legs. But, her ankles were still red enough to show at work. She hadnāt thought about that. The after effects of these sessions would surely bring embarrassing questions from her coworkers. Questions that may be even worse than wearing the butt plug had been.
First things first. She had to send an email to him, as he had requested. She was to explain her experiences of the afternoon. She was to tell him if she liked being in such a submissive situation. With so many new feelings rushing though her, she knew it wouldnāt be easy to explain them.
First, she knew she loved it. The feeling of being in anotherās control, knowing she was at his mercy was overwhelming. She was really beginning to enjoy that feeling. Was it what she thought it would be? That was more difficult to explain. She had only read stories and seen pictures of bondage, so her subconscious controlled what she thought it would feel like. Having a vivid imagination, she was worried it would be a let down. There had been no let down, yet.
She thought it was very over powering to be told to bind herself in lewd positions and wait. She had trouble with this the first time. She remembered the butterflies in her stomach. But, this second time it was just anticipation. She knew she wanted it to happen, even if he would cause her pain. It wasnāt the pain he caused, but how he caused it. He would give her pleasure, then take it away and give her pain. She would be just on the edge of a climax and he knew it. He would then deprive her of it, and introduce pain to cleanse her mind of cumming. He had such a deliciously nasty controlling way. She loved submitting to him.
The vibrator on her clit and pussy were hard to take. Oh, she had used a vibrator on herself many times. But, she had never had someone else control it. And, he was skilled at knowing where to put it, and when to remove it. That skill caused some of her red and raw wrists and ankles. She had tried to control where she wanted the vibrator. The ropes won, every time.
So, Gloria sent her email, explaining her joy and confusion over the afternoonās events. She felt she had some answers, but not every one. Smiling, she knew it would take more experimentation.
Thank goodness, the next day was a Sunday. She had a chance to try to heal her wrists and ankles. But, when Monday morning came, they were still very obviously visible. She contemplated calling in sick, but that would only delay things, and she really couldnāt afford it, either.
She decided on a long sleeve sweater and those white knee socks with the cute little lacey tops. The sweater was snug, and that would draw attention away from her wrists, if someone happened to see them. And, with the proper dress, the knee socks would do the same. She knew there were enough perverts in the office. Talk about the tight sweater and knee socks would be much easier to handle than what they were covering up.
Work on Monday came and went. The sweater and socks did their job. She acquired a few new nicknames from her coworkers, but no matter about that. If she hadnāt worn them, the nicknames would have been unbearable. She was not ready for anyone to know what was really going on.
Tuesday, her wrists were better, but still too obvious. She wore a long sleeve blouse, and her dress that looked a little like a cheerleader outfit. It was a good thing the boss was out of town.
Tuesday evening, she got an email. Her clit started to twitch, as she sat down to read it. She couldnāt believe how it affected her. Her hands shook as she typed the necessary keys on the computer. Then, there it was.
Hello, my pet. I trust you untied yourself without much trouble. You know I will always make sure you are able to get free. But I have left the rest up to you, for now. Your body is not my main worry. I know your body will heal. The physical person is very resilient. But your body is only a tool. Because your body is connected to your mind, it tells me a lot about you. When you react, it is your inner submissive I am talking to. I connect to her by touching your body. And when you are naked and bound, all of your barriers are stripped away, leaving only this tool and the inner Gloria.
Because you are bound, you canāt refuse me. Because you are naked, I have complete view and control of you. And with your trust, you give me an open window to enter your mind. Deep inside, I find your desires, and I feed them.
You are learning more about yourself, each day. After each of our visits, you know more, and yet you desire more. That little ache inside you is a hunger that drives you forward. Itās inside all of us, but sometimes it is buried and needs to be brought out. It needs to be exposed.
I have your trust. Trust is the door you open to your sole. You trust me to use your physical body to reach your mental self. You allow me to reach inside and touch you. You allow me to stimulate your sexual desires, then give them their freedom to thrive. I am in control at that point, but only because you allow me to be. I possess you because you allow it.