Saturday morning Suzie and I slept in. Nine-thirty is sleeping in compared to workday awakenings. We donned our robes and had a leisurely breakfast together.
"By the way, Hon, did you order that 'stand-up' desk you talked about?"
"You bet I did. After Wednesday night I haven't been able to sit for more than a few minutes at a time. At work they must have thought I was on speed or something the way I seemed so restless. I went on the internet and ordered three of them in case anyone else wanted one. They
are
supposed to be good for your back. That's what they're advertised for. That way I don't have to explain why I really need it.
"Speaking of which, I think it's time you moved the spanking bench that Len brought us, out of the living room. It's not an elegant piece of furniture, you know. I'm afraid someone will stop by unexpectedly to visit and see it there. That would be hard to explain."
"I guess you're right. I keep looking at it and visualizing all the possibilities it presents. Len was very clever and imaginative when he figured that out." I knew from the way Suzie had spoken that she wanted it out of the living,
post-haste
! "I'll take care of it," I said, reluctantly.
I went into the living room and one more time just stood and studied the bench. Curious about what it would be like to be the one
on
the bench, I removed the two bolts that held the top, padded bar in place, and raised it to the position that Len had left it in. Suzie had been bent over perpendicular to the bench, so I decided to stand at the side and lean over so that my torso was on top of, and parallel to it.
I doffed my robe, spread my legs wide and assumed the position one might have when bound. I stretched my arms to the opposite side, placing my wrists next to the eye bolts there. I thought,
this isn't bad. Not uncomfortable at least. Until someone starts whipping you, I suppose.
Just then Suzie's voice startled me. She was watching from the dining room.
"Seeing what it's like to be the tie-ee? Or is it the 'bind-ee', or the' bound-ee'? Want me to get the cuffs and fasten you to that thing so you can really see what it feels like? And then maybe a little paddling on that nice, ripe ass?"
Sounding like the kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, I said, "No. Not really. Just seeing how versatile this contraption is. Len really had some imagination when he designed this."
"It doesn't turn you on a little bit thinking of being bound there, in that position?"
"Not in the slightest," I protested.
"Sure," Suzie said, sarcastically. "Looks to me like your little dick has grown since you bent over that thing. Now, why don't you finish what you came in here to do? Take that apart and put it away in our closet upstairs like we agreed."
Having learned when it was time to quit a discussion like this, I started taking all the wing nuts off the bolts.
That afternoon I went to the local liquor store and bought a nice bottle of Pinot Noir to take to Bob and Julie when we went to their house for dinner later on. When I got home, Suzie was fixing herself up. Although we were very close friends with them, Suzie and Julieβtypical womenβhad to have everything perfect when they met. Hair, makeup, clothes. "You going to wear the sexy new leather, Babe?" I asked.
"I am. But I don't know why, other than you wanted me to. I don't see myself stripping for them. Julie, I expect, will. Bob will see to that. Probably down in their dungeon. I can't even imagine what he's liable to be doing to Julie for our benefit. I have to keep telling myself that this is really what she wants."
"Can you imagine that someday you might feel the way she does?" I asked.
"I don't know. Maybe. I'm sure that she didn't used to feel that way. It happened over time. So I can't say that it won't happen to me. Look how I've already changed in a short time."
"Well, I'm glad you did. I'm sure enjoying the change. Now, we've got to go soon. I have to get ready too."
Bob greeted us at the door when we arrived at their house and ushered us into their den. It was cozier than their formal living room and we could relax more there. "Julie's in the kitchen fixing some hors d'oeuvres," he said. "She'll be in in a minute." He then shouted, "Julie, they're here."
"I'll be right there, Bob," came the reply.
We had just started some small talk among us when Suzie, who was facing the den's door, exclaimed, "Julie!"
I turned around to see what had seemed to startle her. I was not disappointed. "Wow!" was all I could come up with at that instant. I was speechless.
Julie, carrying a tray with the hors d'oeuvres and drinks for everyone, was wearing the proverbial "French maid's costume". Only this one was "over the top". It was a basic costume, a black satin sleeveless dress with white lacy apron attached to it. But, the flared skirt barely covered Julie's buttocks and the bodice was scooped so low that her breasts were totally exposed. She had lacy white cuffs around her wrists and a petite white cap atop her head. Black, lace-top, thigh-high stockings and 5 inch stiletto heels adorned her lower limbs.
Bob said, "Julie usually wears this outfit when we have our parties. I told her that she should wear it tonight since she'll be serving you folks."
I said, "Well, I approve. I think it's very appropriate."
"You would," Suzie commented, wryly.
"Julie," Bob commanded. "We need some cocktail napkins. There are some on the top shelf of the book case, I think. Would you get them, please?"
Julie went to the built-in bookcases on the wall and stood on her tip toes to reach the napkins. As she stretched her body to full length her bare butt showed under the black petticoat that made her tiny skirt stand out. No sign of any underwear there! I thought to myself,
I'll bet anything that Bob put those napkins up there just to show us that Julie was going commando.
Not wanting Bob to have all the bragging opportunities about his lovely wife, I said, "Suzie's wearing some pretty sexy stuff under those clothes herself. Bought it at the adult store in Knoxville after the Munch meeting."
Bob replied, "I hope we'll get a chance to see it. Shame not to share those things. And I'll bet you look fabulous in it, too, with your great, petite figure, Suzie."
Suzie blushed, and said "Thanks, Bob. I don't know about sharing, though."