Chapter 1: Curiosity Killed the Cat?
Valentine's Day and President's Day fell on the same weekend this year, and Lena was going to spend the long weekend with her boyfriend. She was looking forward to some extra time with him and being off work. She was an IT Program Manager at one of the larger IT companies and sometimes the work was just monotonous. She really did love her job and the company she worked for, but having time to rest and recharge was important too. She liked to work hard
and
play hard, but this weekend was going to be all about the
play
. The thought brought a mischievous smile to her face. It was one of the great things about her boyfriend Kyle; he was on her level and shared her mentality in that regard.
He was a hockey player on the hometown minor league team, but he was smart as well as athletic and worked as an IT consultant when he wasn't training and trying to make it to the top league. It didn't hurt that he was also very easy on the eyes. Luckily for him, his combined salary was enough for him to buy a house. It was a bit of a fixer-upper, but it was charming and beautiful; and Lena absolutely loved it. The house was a gorgeous old multi-story Victorian with a cozy turret library and a small observatory in the attic. It reminded her a little bit of that house from the movie Beetlejuice. Kyle had said it had been owned by some heiress that liked to push the boundaries of social norms. Apparently, she was a suffragette and feminist that really bucked the male dominated system. The realtor had told him that the rumor was that the heiress had loved to throw wild parties and regularly hosted meetings for groups like the Free Thinkers Society and other progressive movements of the time.
Lena
knew
she shouldn't be snooping, but she just loved to explore every nook and cranny of the old house. So, when Kyle asked her to grab some more blankets from the attic, she couldn't help getting a little excited. It wasn't her first time up there-- they had made love under the skylight, gazing up at the stars a couple of weekends ago-- but she really hadn't seen it in the daylight yet. Looking around for the "blankets", she poked and rummaged through dusty shelves and peaked under sheet covered junk. "This stuff must have been just left here," she said out loud to herself. That's when she spotted a black leather trunk in the corner, dust conspicuously absent from the lid. Thinking that must be where he kept the blankets, Lena went over and opened the trunk.
The lid creaked as she opened it, revealing neatly folded dark fabrics, leather straps, and-- Lena blinked. At the top of the pile was a full-body black latex outfit. Her breath hitched as she lifted it carefully, letting the smooth, glossy material unfurl in her hands. The way it
shined
under the dim attic light made her stomach flip. She glanced down at herself-- pale skin and long red hair tumbling over her shoulder.
The contrast would look... kind of amazing. No one would even know if I just tried it on...
The thought sent a rush of excitement through her, and before she could talk herself out of it, she was slipping out of her clothes and into the latex. It was snug, hugging her figure as she pulled it on, the material cool at first but warming quickly against her skin. She caught a glimpse of herself in an old dusty mirror and--
Wow.
The black latex made her hair pop, the fiery red against the dark material was
striking
. She twisted a little, admiring the way the suit clung to her curves. She'd never worn anything like this before, but--
damn
. Lena
liked
how it looked. Suddenly a thought occurred to her,
this fits me like a second skin! That can't be a coincidence...
She glanced back towards the attic door furtively, checking to make sure she was still alone, and a glint of something shiny caught her eye. Poking out from beneath another sheet, she could see that it was a buckle attached to something pretty large. Unable to resist her curiosity, she pulled back the covering to reveal a heavy antique looking chair. It was like something out of a Steampunk fantasy. It was made of dark stained wood with brass fittings and other oddities she didn't recognize. It was upholstered in supple black leather; a shiver ran up her arm as she caressed the armrest. As her eyes continued to adjust to the dim light, what she saw next made her freeze. It wasn't just leather upholstery on the chair, sleek black straps and cuffs adorned the chair as well! Her face went hot.
Oh.
She stepped closer, running her fingers over the smooth material, her heartbeat picking up. Why was
this
here-- why did Kyle even have it? --but it was...
Interesting
. Lena had a kinky side and she knew exactly what the chair was intended for. Her curiosity was killing her,
just sitting in it wouldn't hurt, right?
She thought.
She eased herself down, surprised at how comfortable it was. The cuffs on the armrests dangled invitingly, and before she could second-guess herself, she slid her wrist into one.
Just to see how it feels.
The leather was soft yet firm. She fastened the buckle--not too tight, just snug enough to feel it. A rush of adrenaline shot through her.
Okay. That's kinda nice.
Her other hand twitched... What if she did the rest? Lena swallowed, her pulse racing as she slipped her hand free and leaned down to buckle on the ankle cuffs. Once that was done, she buckled the second wrist cuff and then slipped both hands back inside the semi-snug cuffs. The rush of
helplessness
sent a shiver down her spine, but she knew she could just unbuckle herself whenever she wanted.
It was just for fun
.
Taking a moment to savor the feeling, Lena gripped the armrest, her hand inadvertently brushing against a button on the side of the arm rest.
What's that?
She thought, and before she could stop herself, she pressed it. An audible click was heard throughout the room, followed by more rapid clicking sounds. Lena looked up and saw a small hourglass tipping over and locking into place.
This thing has a mind of its own
! Panicking, Lena tried to extricate herself from the chair only to find that the cuffs had somehow tightened and locked in place. She could feel the other straps tighten underneath her-- she hadn't bothered to wrap those around herself.
Thankfully
. Frowning, she tugged--but the straps held her firmly. Her stomach