Almost imperceptibly she hesitated as it became clear that the brownstone in front of them was their destination today. In the same subtle way his grip on her upper arm tightened as his smile grew fractionally and he ensured that their progress to the door continued as he had planned.
To the woman in jogging pants walking her dog as she glanced across the street, nothing had happened; just a couple reaching their home. She saw a tall well dressed Caucasian man, glasses, small beard, probably in his late 50's, with a younger lady. She looked Hispanic and wore a simple summer dress, strappy summer sandals with high stiletto heels, her shoulder length hair pulled back and held in a pony tail. The one feature that did seem out of place was her lipstick. It was a shade redder than seemed right. Her lips were perfect and shone as if the gloss was varnished.
The couple climbed the front steps in unison, two people moving as one. At the top he reached into his left trouser pocket pulling out large rather gothic key that he slipped into the brass plate on the door. Twist and twist again, the double lock clicked open so that when his hand moved to the handle, the door opened smoothly without a sound.
Inside the hall was in semi-dusk. Light fell down from the stairwell above, breaking on the banisters and in places illuminating the dancing dust that their entrance had disturbed. Stairs to the left led to the upper floors while the simple, straight hallway ahead contained two doors leading the right and a single door at the back on the left.
He guided her past the stairs to the second door on the right.
Here he stopped and turned her to face him. His left hand rested on her right shoulder as the thumb and forefinger of his right hand gently held her chin and guided her eyes to his gaze.
'Laura, we both know your ideas are your security blanket and your words are your weapons ... of attack or defence - as devastating as a nuclear bomb or as subtle as an epee. Today you will be stripped of both. I will take you back to the basic primal, feeling being that you are. You know that I will not harm you, but you can turn around now and leave, if you wish.
'If however you agree to enter this room, the words you say next will be the last you will utter until you walk back out of the door. Understood? Are you happy to continue?"
Laura's eyes darkened from mild chocolate to plain and nodded her head. Her lips parted and he heard her quietly say, "Yes, please".
The last word delivered with a plaintive edge.
He dropped his hands to her elbows and watched her eyes lower as she accepted what was to be.
"The rules", he said, "are simple."
"You may not let another word cross your lips until you return to this spot. You may make any other sound that you want or need to, but no recognisable words in English or indeed in any other language.
"Should you slip and a word come out, there will be a ratcheting punishment. The first time will lead to a five minute time-out with the cessation of all contact or stimulation. The second will be a 15 minute time-out. A third instance will bring the session to an immediate close and prompt my bitter disappointment at your lack of control.
"Other than that you accept my instruction at all times."
"Understood?"
Her lips moved as she started to form the shape of "Yes...", but before she could, his finger bridged her lips reminding her of the rules. Instead she nodded.
He twisted her to face the door and reached round to open it.
The room was dark except of single cone of light from a source in the centre of the ceiling. Within the cone was a gynaecologist's chair. The back almost upright, two leg stirrups and a webbing strap falling from each side of the chair. beside the chair was a table over which a dark cloth covered the evidence of his toys for the day. There was also a coat stand with a clothes hanger.
He gave her long enough, but not too long to take this all in before a hand in the small of her back encouraged her into the room. While not really afraid (she knew he would not harm her) she was uncertain and her feet felt leaden, but he did not let that impede their progress to the chair.
Rather than hear the door close behind her, she felt it run through her body as the darkness became pitch and the white light of the cone solidified.
While she entered the cone of light, he remained in the dark. She knew he was there and felt his presence as she always did when he was near, but she also felt somewhat alone. He was starting to strip from her the fences that she relied upon to keep her safe when she was alone. But she was not alone now.
"Undress and sit on the chair, please"
She could not see him, but he could certainly see her a she unbuttoned her dress revealing the creamy lingerie set she wore underneath. As she slipped the dress from her shoulders a gentle draft of air caressed her exposed skin and reflexively her skin goosebumped.
Turning to hang up her dress, she displayed her profile, strong full breasts, a curvaceous rear and shapely legs. Her tummy was not perfectly flat, but then he was not looking for perfection. He wanted a real, genuine lady with the desire and capacity to love and submit, ultimately without limits. She was not yet that lady, but today could be a big step along that road, a road she so desperately wanted to travel. They do say that is not about arriving at your destination, but the journey that counts, but deep down she craved to reach the end of this road, for she was sure that when she arrived a better road would open on the other side.
Remembering where she was and how she had been instructed, her hands reached behind to unclip her bra, before shrugging it off and draping it on the coat stand.
Next her thumbs hooked the waistband of her thong as she slipped it past her hips and down her thighs. Her feet were close together and still in heels as she bent forward. She smelt her arousal as she did and knew that his eyes would be harvesting the globes of her arse before she stood up and stepped one foot out of her knickers. With the other foot she lifted the shred of cloth to her hand before adding it to the bra adorning the coat stand.
That left her heels. She was not entirely sure whether he wanted those off too...she was naked after all...as instructed. She couldn't ask him so she made a decision and hoped that she got it right. She stepped forward, still wearing her sandals, before twisting and sitting in the chair.
...
She heard him walking around the chair. There were moments when she thought she saw his feet in the spill from the light cone, but she was never sure. She just knew he was there. Her focus was on him and what he might do and she noticed that the usual cacophony of thoughts and ideas that danced in her brain had quietened. They were there, but not dominating. She was being controlled from without rather than within.
For some reason she found herself mentally examining her body. Not surprising, but something she just started noticing was that her breathing was shallower and faster than normal, the upper slopes of her breasts pulsing with life and expectation. Her breasts felt heavier, maybe as she was sitting straighter with her shoulders back. While her legs dangled open, her fingers gripped the edge of the seat. Her grip was tight, but when she thought about it, that tension was not from fear, but from anticipation. It was a long while since she had felt so exposed, yet safe; so out of control in that she did not know what was to happened, yet happy to be so.
She knew she was wet, she had already smelt her arousal undressing, but now with her open legs that heady aroma drifted up. She did not need to look down to know that her lips were blushing, filling with blood and colour, opening as a flower would to a buzzing bee. Her cunt was tense and her arse clenched.
This was not conscious but rather in response to the situation he had created for her.
Just as she was about to close her eyes and lose herself in the moment he stepped in front of her. He smiled, took her head in his hands and leant to kiss her deeply on those oh so red lips. As he straightened she could see that she had left her mark on him.
His hands parted her knees and he stepped between them.
"Are you ready?"
"Ummm hmmm", luckily she had remembered not to speak.
His hands slipped down the outside of her thighs, lifted and sat her back deeply in the chair.
"I am going to restrain you know. This is a physical reminder that we're bringing control to your body and mind. It is not to punish nor intended to hurt, but will prevent you wandering."
He smiled at her.
Then he adjusted a stirrup and lifted her leg onto it. Her thigh near vertical, her calf parallel to the ground as the sole of her shoes faced the wall that was somewhere behind him. He fastened the strap over her shin and repeated each step with the other leg.
He stepped back to look at her. From the front her thighs created a "V" of almost 90 degrees. Her bare, blushing cunt was exposed to him while her tiny clit still hid modestly from his sight.
Now he walked behind her. He lowered the back a little and it doing so tilted her hips a little, lifting her cunt and exposing the tight starfish of her anus. When he was happy he placed her arms at her side and lifted the strap she had seen. He wrapped it around her arms just about at elbow height and across her chest under her breasts. He fastened it behind her, not so tightly that she could not breathe, but enough that she felt it with ever movement of her chest. The strap was some form of soft mircofibre material that should not chafe her unless she struggled too hard - the trick would be. to relax.
She found herself look up as the bright light source. It was uncomfortably bright.
His face appeared over her's, "Are you OK?"
Without thinking she answered, "Yes" and immediately regretted it.
His face changed, harder, not the one she liked.
"Strike One"
With that he reached and lifted the cloth from the companion table. She could not see what was on it, but what he picked up was a MindFold. This is rather like a blindfold, but more excluding. It looked something like a pair of ski goggles except it was totally opaque black plastic and the edges are all black foam rubber. When worn there is no way for light to get in (or out for that matter!).
It was with this MindFold that he took away her sight. He made sure that it was secure and then she heard him walk out and close the door. She was left in total blackout and damn near silence.
How long would this be for? Five minutes, if she remembered properly, but five minutes can be an eternity when you only have yourself for company. She felt the ideas in her head pushing back now, looking to stage a recovery, but she knew she was there for a reason and while she had struck out once, she was going to try her best. She started closing her inner bulkhead doors and prepared for some time in the void.
...
Time dragged. The silence became noisy, a tinnitus ringing in her ears as it does on a quiet night in bed. She felt what were probably imaginary droughts tip-toeing across her bare skin. She could see nothing, but imagine everything. She pushed against her restraints but found little give and then she felt her unease grow. It was not a panic, not yet, but a feeling she did not like and it was building.
She thought about calling out. Be damned with this game. She was too intelligent to play like this, but as she gathered her breath she remembered his promise that he would not harm her and that he would be disappointed at her lack of self control.
