Some concern was expressed about the character Jennifer and her actions in the previous chapter. When I asked her about that she shared with me something her mother used to tell her. "You can never know the depths of a woman's soul til you have walked a mile in her heels."
Thanks to Hamster and Sayankotor for bringing this to my attention. Hopefully you enjoy the added depth of her character in this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.
For those of you who have voted and favorited me and the previous chapters, THANK YOU!!
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Bound for Revenge
I woke the next morning with such a sense of peace about me. The events of the previous night were so surreal, had Jen not been next to me, and our toys of the nightstand, I might have thought it was just a vivid dream. Looking at Jen's soft face for a moment I moved her hair to the side, tucking it back behind her ear. Her slight smile when I did that let me know she was awake as well before opening her eyes. Neither of us spoke a word as our eyes locked and we just gazed at each other. Entire conversations could have taken place in those moments of silence but the questions in my eyes needed verbal answers. Reveling in that moment though, I couldn't help but think back to the events of the previous night. Looking deeper into her eyes, I saw she was as well. Crazy as this may sound, especially in light of the first part of our night, or perhaps because, I felt closer to her in that moment of silence than at any other point. We had shared something special and I wasn't sure we were the same people anymore. We had passed through the fire and come out tempered and stronger than before.
"Good morning sunshine." I said, breaking the silence, reaching up to caress her soft face.
"Good morning!" she said, catching my hand and kissing my fingers. "Thank you for last night. For everything."
"Thank you!" I responded, holding her soft hand. "Can I ask you something?" I asked after a brief pause.
"Oh God!" She said, practically wincing. She just lay there looking at me in silence, her gaze shifting back and forth between my eyes, a worried look on her face. Looking closer I realized it wasn't just worry, it was fear. Fear she had lost, or ruined something, broken it beyond repair. With a resigned sigh she finally replied. "I know what you're going to ask."
"Then tell me." I whispered, practically begging. "I have to know."
"This is SO embarrassing!" She said, sighing and bringing her hand up to completely cover her face. After a brief pause. "I CAN NOT believe I did that!"
"It seemed like you had everything pretty well planned out to me." I said smiling, running my hand over her curves before coming to rest on her hip.
"That wasn't the plan." she said. "It really wasn't. Please, understand, this has been my secret for a long time. I've never told anyone." she whispered. "Not ever!"
"Jennifer, you can tell me anything!" I assured her, nestling closer and twining my legs with hers. "I won't judge. Please, tell me."
Moaning from behind her hands, she slowly lowered them and gently stroked my face. "I love you Danielle!" she said, kissing me. "Please don't think I'm a freak!"
"I love you too Jennifer." I said, propping my head up on my elbow to show her she had my complete attention. "Tell me."
"The risque bag..." she started.
"Yeah, its in the closet." I said, smiling again.
"It's not the only one." She continued, closing her eyes. "It's not even the first."
"Wait! WHAT!?"
"The one I have at my apartment is at least twice that size." she said, blushing. "God, I can't believe I'm saying this out loud." she said, hiding her face in the pillow again.
I was shocked. I had never seen her like this, timid and unsure like a teenage girl, and could only imagine the secret she was holding back. Obviously this was one she had kept for a VERY long time.
"It's OK Hun. Just start at the beginning." I said, combing my fingers though her hair.
"The beginning? Sure!" She took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she prepared herself. "Have you ever caught your parents having sex?" she asked me, looking straight into my eyes.
"Well ... I've
heard
them doing it before." I answered, surprised at her question.
"No, I mean actually 'WALK IN' on them doing it?" she clarified.
"No." I responded.
"I did!" She stated. "Once. It was just a quick glance and I didn't see everything but ... Oh my God, I can't believe I am actually telling this to someone!!"
"Jennifer, it's OK." I reassured her.
Sighing again, she closed her eyes as she continued. "I heard noises from my parents room so I went to check it out. The door was cracked just enough to see my Mom, tied up on the bed, spread eagle, gagged and blindfolded, getting ... You know!"
"Holy crap!" I said, sitting up abruptly. "You walked in on your parents having bondage sex?" I asked incredulously. This was not at ALL what I was expecting.
"No! It wasn't just bondage, and it wasn't just sex," She continued timidly. "and it wasn't my Dad."
My mouth moved up and down but no words came out, I was so shocked. Her mom was a devout Christian, the head of her Church's Woman's guild, a sweet lady, sure, but an absolute prude, or so I thought.
"My Dad wasn't home that week. He was out of town for a few days with work. Anyway, I left before they knew I was there. A few days later though, I was home alone and snuck into my parents room and found...stuff. Whips, cuffs, gags, leather lingerie, you name it, it was there."
Still shocked into silence, I laid my head down on the pillow as she continued.
"She had it all hidden in a black leather bag, in the back corner of her closet." She said slowly.
"What did you do?" I squeaked, suddenly finding my voice.
"What would you do?" she asked.
"I ... I don't know!" I exclaimed.
"Well, I knew I had hours before she would be home so I took the bag and spread everything out on the bed." she continued.
I could tell by the look on her face, and the slight tinge of excitement in her voice, that it felt good to finally be able to tell someone this story.
"Everything was so ... naughty ... but there was this book, you know me and books, called 'Screw the Roses, Send me the Thorns.' It was all dogeared and the binding was split so you KNOW it had been read a LOT! Anyways, I thumbed through it looking at the pictures and reading some of the stuff on the dogeared pages. I can HONESTLY say I have never been so repulsed and fascinated at the same time. I wanted to slam the book shut but I just
could not
tear myself away."
My eyes had to be near falling out of my head at that point as I listened to her incredible story.
"After seeing all the pictures in the book I started getting ... a little curious, so ... I took this leather collar and wrapped it around my neck and fastened it, before picking up one of the whips." she continued.
"Wait, how old were you when this happened?" I asked, sitting up abruptly, interrupting her.
"Eleven or twelve. I don't remember exactly." She answered.
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. "Wait, who was the guy?"
"Our Pastor." she said simply.
"Seriously?" I asked incredulously. 'Just when I though this story couldn't get any more shocking.' I thought, as I covered my mouth with my hands.
"Yeah, seriously. I watched him leave." she answered.
"So what happened next?" I was practically begging her to continue.
"Well, as I was standing there looking at myself in the mirror, whipping my hand, imagining myself tied to the bed, the phone rang."
"Oh my God!" I said, laying back down.
"I thought I was going to jump out of my skin I was SO scared." she continued. "You know that feeling when you're caught somewhere between fight and flight? That's how I was before I realized it was just the phone. Thankfully it was just my Grammy calling to see how I was doing but it was enough to snap me back to reality. When I got off the phone I put everything back the way I found it and left. That feeling though, the naughtiness of the collar and the whip, mixed with the sensation of nearly getting caught, that stuck with me."
"Pphhhooooooo." I said, letting out a long breath. "That explains so much."
"You have no idea what effect that has on a developing mind. Adolescence is confusing enough but seeing that!!" She said. "I never had another slumber party after that. I rarely had friends over and even my Birthday parties were smaller because I was SO SCARED the other kids would find out. Its why I have so few friends, why I live alone, and enjoy my privacy so much. I could never get the image of me wearing that collar with the whip while I was on the phone with my Grammy out of my head. As soon as I moved out, I bought my own copy of that book to "practice" with. In my apartment, in my bedroom I can be as naughty as I want and NO ONE will find out."
"Oh Jen!" I said, giving her a hug as best I could laying down in the bed. "So last night, you basically let your closet Dominatrix out to play?"
"Actually." she said, covering her face again. "That stuff was supposed to be for me, and not all at once, but when I saw how you were last night ... I don't know ... something snapped. It didn't even occur to me until after we were done what I'd done to you."
"What do you think you did to me?" I asked, a puzzled look on my face.
