9. Co-Owners.
The next day, I called James and told him I had something to show him.
"I'm sorry for last night." I said opening the bedroom door. "I was trying to hide this from you and, I shouldn't have."
I'd made the bed and laid out the cuffs and crop on top of the duvet. The cameras, I knew, were on.
Please don't speak, please don't speak. I thought, remembering Catherine had full control of the speaker under the bed and could announce herself at any time.
"Fu..." James said, eyes wide open. "This really is kinky shit."
"I'm in this sort of...organization. It's very er...intimate." I was trying hard to put a reasonable face onto my slavery.
James toyed with the handle on the side of the stand, watching the chain pull the cuffs up to the rail.
"Organization?" James looked at me quizzically. "What sort of organization needs this?" His face was mix of frown, and wry smile.
"It's called The Code." At least that was true. "We share...intimacy." Inside, I cringed.
"Intimacy." James frowned disbelief. "It's so intimate, you have the need for all these cameras?"
"We share...stuff." This was going to be difficult.
"And the one over the shower. It goes on in there too?"
"Well, not yet. But I guess it will." I blushed at the thought of kneeling to drink from someone.
"And the two by the TV, you share...intimacy...watching TV?" He gave a wry grin.
"I don't think they've been used yet." Fuck this was hard.
"So, it's not for an audio visual."
"Well, it is in a way." This was going nowhere, and I wanted it over. "Look, James. I'm a submissive to the couple I met. As part of that they...like to... watch me..."
"Having sex."
"Being intimate."
"Having sex." He smiled.
"Fu...king...hell." James looked around the room. Fortunately, I'd put the laptop away in the wardobe, and the case with the rest of the implements was hidden in the linen cupboard. If he looks in there I'm screwed, I thought.
"So the ones pointing at the sofa haven't been used?"
"No."
"So...no hanky panky where I sit and watch the football?"
I blushed again. "Not yet."
"Please put something down before you do." He laughed. "Ew."
I laughed, more from relief than anything else. He seemed to be taking this well.
"What about the two in the kitchen?"
"Eh?"
"The two in the kitchen, the one over the fridge in the recess and the one over the kitchen table...I mean I'm not eating in there if you're doing...audio visuals on the table."
"What cameras?" I almost ran into the kitchen.
"So, you didn't install them?" He called after me, still toying with the chain mechanism.
"They're a surprise to me." The cameras were tiny and had no tell-tale LED base. The one above the table was attached to the light fitting and the one over the refrigerator was in a gap in the wooden frame surrounding the refrigerator. Both pointed at the table.
"Oh, well I must have missed those." I said nonchalantly returning to the bedroom doorway.
Jonathan was playing with the cuffs.
"They sometimes, tie me up." I ventured, hoping to draw him away from the room.
"With this." He motioned to the apparatus.
"Sometimes." I said, trying to sound confident, making a bad job of it.
Jonathan looked up. "Is it safe?"
"It's safe."
"No, I mean, is this organization safe. Are they okay?"
I fondled the blindfold hanging on the rail.
"I think it's the safest place I've ever been." I said quietly.
"Cool then." James bubbled. "As long as you're happy. Pop the kettle on."
Phew. Thank God that's over.
I made coffee and chatted and joked for an hour and then made a 'have to do some work' excuse, which wasn't far from the truth. I was getting behind on my project.
"Someone else installed the cameras and you didn't know. Are you sure it's safe?" He said, getting to his feet.
"They like to watch." I replied slowly. "And I want them to."
"Kinky shit." He smiled and headed to his car.
When he left me alone, I pulled the laptop from the cupboard and sat down at my desk.
"I hope that was okay." I said, sighing a long sigh of relief to the camera.
Nothing from under the bed. No emails. No SMS.
"No, I'm not running anymore." I sighed to myself and looked at the base of the camera.
Off.
The rest of the day I spent catching up on the project I was on. I had three meetings online, carefully adjusting the laptop position so that nothing of the background showed my equipment. Over lunch I watched the screen saver displaying my work. Never any faces other than me; they were sharp, intimate close-up shots of my usage and an excellent shot of my bondage as my second visitor was up to the hilt inside me.
I checked on my laptop that the screen saver could be removed and found nothing was stopping me but for some curious reason, I left it as it was.