Rebecca had gone until the ripe old age of 27 without a car. She couldn't afford one, and didn't need one. Now, at thirty, she adored her little Volkswagen Beetle, and savored the road trips she took with it, but for around town it was still walk, bike or occasionally skateboard. A fit, attractive thirty year old woman who could handle a skateboard was too sexy an image for her to pass up.
It was her bike that took her to the farmers market on the day she discovered her neighbor's shop, a lovely spring day and the vendors had too much good stuff to offer. As a result she bought more than one should attempt to transport by bicycle. Nonetheless, bags hanging from the handlebars, and pushing the limits of the baskets over the rear wheel, she made her way, cautiously toward home.
As she reached her door, she managed, barely, to come to a stop and to step off of the bike without a spill. Glen, the attractive older man who lived next door walked out to say hello. He'd been working in his garage, as he did every weekend and most weeknights. Glen was friendly, but always he came to her, even if he saw her or Paul, her husband heading toward him as he worked with his garage door open, he'd rush to catch them before they made it halfway up the driveway. Rebecca and Paul accepted that Glen kept his shop to himself. Hell they had plenty of secrets of their own, who were they to begrudge their neighbor his need for a bit of privacy?
"Hey Rebecca, how ya doin'? Looks like a trip to the farmer's market eh?" He greeted her as she maneuvered bags in her arms.
"Yeah, I'm afraid I over shopped a bit though."
Glen took notice of the many bags and jumped to give Rebecca a hand. "Can I help you get these in the house?"
"Oh, sure... yes, that would be great. Thanks Glen." and she led him through the door, not stopping to think about what might be sitting out from the night before. Glen set two bags of groceries on the table, right next to a corset, black mask, electric blue wig and a whip left out after a party that turned out to be a bit of a dud. He nearly tripped over the ridiculously high heeled boots sitting on the floor. As he set the fruits and vegetables next to the leather Glen looked at Rebecca in time to see her turning red.
"I, uh, heh heh..." a nervous chuckle was the most she could muster, adding to her embarrassment. Not as bad as her mom finding her vibrator when she was 19 and home for a weekend, but one of the more embarrassing moments she'd had in a while. Rebecca tended to keep her and Paul's "other" life hidden from neighbors, co-workers and even some of their oldest friends. It's not that she was ashamed of the fetishes that they indulged in, if anything she was quite proud of their active and exciting sex life. It's just that she didn't want it to be her entire life and identity. She'd enjoyed having friend outside of the fetish scene. The club life was a special treat. It wasn't how she made her living nor did it define her. It was simply how she found her thrills and added some spice to her week.
"Hey, Rebecca, don't.... I'm one to...." Glen looked for the right words. "Here, catch." and with this he tossed her something from pocket of the shop apron he was wearing. It was a leather cuff. Not finished, but it had a loop and silver ring. It was clearly a wrist cuff, and it wouldn't be of use for much outside of restraining someone.
Rebecca examined the bondage toy in her hands. "Glen, you work in leather?"
"It's actually imitation. I am tapping a specialized segment of a specialized market; Vegan bondage gear. I sell at parties and on line. It doesn't pay the bills but at least my hobby pays for itself."
He'd certainly made her feel better about what he'd seen. She was wondering if all of her neighbors were secretly sneaking off to the same parties as her. She hoped not. There were folks she didn't need to see strapped into a latex body suit. Glen had not only admitted to making bondage gear, his "hobby pays for itself" comment made it clear he was into using his product as well. Rebecca looked at Glen. He was in his mid forties, in great shape and at the moment she couldn't help but swoon as he stood in shorts, shop apron and a tank top. The outfit looked much sexier now that she held his home made wrist restraint in her hand.
"Thanks Glen." She said a bit sheepishly.
"Sure. I'm actually relieved. I figured my neighbors must wonder what I get up to in that shop of mine and what they imagine is likely to be horrendous." he said with a laugh.
Rebecca returned the laugh, and the piece of leather. "I know just what you mean. I'm sure I've been noticed leaving the house in my long coat and wig case."
"Amazingly enough; I never gave it a second thought."
"Hey, can I pour you a cup of coffee?"
"Actually, I got an order to get out this week so I'd better get back, but you and Paul come on by and check out the shop later."
"Sure." She walked him to the door and said a not too awkward goodbye. Then, giggling to herself, she made some coffee and went to wake up her husband who had indulged enough in his one day a week of sleeping in. She couldn't wait to tell him about her morning.
Rebecca and Paul were aware of stepping past the halfway point in Glen's driveway. They were past the point at which Paul would normally stop them with a warm smile, wiping his hands and ready for friendly neighborly banter. Now they were being greeted from inside the garage and invited to enter.
"Hi Rebecca. Hey Paul. What's new?"
Glen gave the, at first shy, couple a tour of his shop, and their shyness faded quickly. He did beautiful work and it went beyond wrist restraints, collars and harnesses. Further into his workshop, not visible from the driveway, he had racks, benches, and all manner of dungeon gear.
"And none of this actual leather?" Paul asked, running his hand across a bench, straps and tethers in all the right places.
"Nope, it's all one hundred percent man made material, so everyone can join in the fun."
"Well it's great. You do good work." Paul was impressed.
"It's fantastic Glen." Rebecca was admiring an upright tube with restraints in side and holes just big enough for a hand to pass through.
"Thanks. Go ahead and slide your hand in there. The inside is all lined and cushioned." Glen invited Rebecca to get a better look. "The tubes are something new I'm working on. Once strapped inside the lucky man or woman would be groped and pet all night with no need for hellos, or even eye contact. Of course you'd probably want someone trustworthy stationed outside the tube to make sure that everyone behaved themselves. Even at the best parties, you can't to be careful."
"This is true. I'm surprised we haven't run into you at any parties."
"Do you wear that blue wig often?"
"Almost always. The blue one or a pink one."
"I think I have seen you around; last month, The Full Moon Ball."
And now Rebecca was blushing again. She'd been particularly extravagant at The Full Moon Ball, allowing herself to be tied to a post and pinched, spanked and teased by two beautiful women in matching blue latex girdles, one of whom followed the intense bout of teasing later in the evening with an expert hand up Rebecca's skirt. She came in a not too private corner of the main room, as the crowd paid attention to a young man who followed Rebecca in being tied to the post.
"I brought the posts. They were very easy to make." Glen was business like and matter of fact and the flush in Rebecca's face subsided, but the warmth between her legs stayed with her.
As they arrived back at their house Rebecca climbed directly onto the coffee table, before Paul had even closed the front door her hand was down the front of her jeans, inside her panties.
"I take it you liked Glen's toys?" Paul teased.
