Unexpected

I was living on my own in an apartment over a garage and I needed to keep fit, since I was a personal trainer at a nearby gym. So I went jogging every day. I lived down the street from a young couple. Since they seemed friendly, I started to wave to them as I jogged by their place.

The couple were not really much older than me. The husband, Brian, seemed very nice. I assumed he had a good job by the way he was always dressed in a suit when he left for work, while his wife, Cathy, liked to stay home and garden. I'd stop and talk to her as she worked in her garden and she was very pretty and a good conversationalist. Cathy and I started going out to lunch together a few times a week. She was such a free spirit and fun that we always had a good time with each other.

We also might have afternoon tea together in my garage apartment or her home, and we tested out new baking recipes on these occasions, thrilled when they worked, and laughing when they weren't so good, as friends can easily do. After we grew to know each other, she'd say one thing often conversationally in passing, "Keep your eye on the prize." I always found this strange, but just figured it was sort of her catchphrase, and never asked for a deeper meaning. We also shared secrets, as friends do. Or, at least I thought we did.

I became extremely fond of Cathy, and through her, I even felt closer to Brian, since she obviously loved him very deeply, talked a lot about him and shared examples of his sterling qualities. So when the news of their deaths in a car accident was reported, it really shocked and sadden me -- I couldn't get over it. I felt like there was now a big hole in my life and in my heart. I wore black to their funeral, and cried a lot as I said goodbye to my friends. And even more sadly, they were about the only friends I had.

But life goes on. Several weeks went by and I still thought of them every time I passed their house and my heart strings tugged because I missed them both. One day when I was out jogging and I passed their place, I saw an older man coming out of their house. He stopped and locked the door behind himself, so I guessed he was OK if he had a key. Maybe he was a relative of theirs. Curious, I said, "Good morning. I see you're here at my friends' house. Are you related to them?"

"No, I'm a lawyer for the estate and since we're talking, do you please know someone that lives nearby who is named Jessica?"

I replied, "I'm Jessica and I live just a little way down the street."

"Exactly where do you live, please?" he asked.

"It's not much," I answered shyly. "It's just an apartment over a garage."

He smiled. "Finally. That fits with the information that I was given. Unfortunately, even though I was given your full name, your garage address was never posted anywhere that I looked. I've been looking for you for almost a week. I've asked around in this area looking for you by name, without much luck until now. Here's my business card, Jessica. Can you meet me at my office as soon as possible?"

"I don't know. Why do you need to see me?"

"I'm the executor of their will, and you're mentioned in it," he told me in a kindly, very straightforward manner, looking me right in my eyes. I was shocked, but not as much as I was going to be. I arranged our meeting for the next day.

I arrived at the lawyer's office a bit early and his secretary offered me coffee. It was good to drink some on this cool morning. I'd dressed as formally as my meager wardrobe would allow, never having visited a lawyer before. To be honest, I sat there fidgeting nervously.

Finally I was led into the office. "Ah, Jessica. Thank you for coming," he greeted me and indicated a seat in front of his desk. "As a formality, may I see your identification?" He looked it over and took a few notes, then handed it back. There was a pile of papers in front of him. He looked up and asked, "Do you want the short or long version of the will read to you?"

I figured Cathy may have left me some small token of our friendship. I was both gladdened that she'd thought of me, and saddened because she was now lost to me. "The short version should be fine, Sir," I answered.

Looking up from the papers, he said, "Very well. The short version. You get everything: the property, the bank accounts, the patent rights and the vehicles."

I stared at him, jaw dropped, eyes bulging, unable to speak for a moment, trying to process what he'd just said. "What!" I exclaimed. "You must be joking!"

"Their will clearly states that they both had no living relatives and they were new to the area. It goes on to state that you were always very kind to them and moreover, you were his wife's friend, correct?"

"Yes, Cathy and I were friends, but I never expected this," I explained.

He said, "They were thoughtful people. If they'd had children, I'm sure they would have changed their will to reflect that. But they didn't and this represents their last will and testament." He went over the numbers and I still couldn't believe that they'd left this to me. I was just being kind to them, enjoying being their good neighbor. There was an envelope that he pulled from a drawer. He opened it and dumped out several sets of keys. "These are the keys to the house and their cars. You're now a property owner. I suppose you may want to sell one of the cars, but that's up to you, Jessica."

"What about your fees?" I asked.

"They had money set aside for that and it will cover my fees, so you're ready to go to your new home. I'll take care of the ownership and title transfers and will let you know when I have the papers which need to be signed. I'm happy to assist you in this transition, which I can see has come as quite a shock to you. A good one, I hope."

I walked out of there in a daze -- this sort of thing just doesn't happen to me.

When I got home I walked down to their house and using the key, I entered and looked around. It was just as I remembered it. First I went to Cathy's dining room and kitchen -- the two areas that I was the most familiar with. I admit I sobbed a little when I realized I'd have to start thinking of them now as my kitchen and dining room... and my yard and garden. I vowed to keep the garden nice, in Cathy's memory, even if I had to hire a gardener, since it might need an expert to handle it properly.

I decided that if Cathy, and Brian, wanted me to have this, I would honor their wishes, and move my stuff in. I didn't have much stuff in the garage apartment -- it'd come furnished. So I packed my clothes into a couple of suitcases, and took them to the house. I went back for a couple of boxes to bring my books, jewelry, cosmetics, etc. and that was about it! All my worldly goods, now in my new home. Now it was time to unpack. I'd never been upstairs so I went exploring. It was just as nice upstairs -- a vintage Victorian home. However, walking through the house it seemed that something was off. Visualizing the floor space, I could swear there had to be space or spaces that were unaccounted for, but it would take some careful measurements, and maybe drawing a sketch to work it all out.

I returned to the main bedroom and went to a small jewelry box on the dresser. I opened it and found really lovely jewelry in it. There was also a ring of keys in there about which I could only shrug, figuring I'd eventually learn their use. I opened dresser drawers and found his and hers underwear, and some nightwear, folded T-shirts and so on. With the removal of the male stuff, which I could donate, and a little rearranging, I got my things unpacked and stored away. I hated to think about getting rid of any of her stuff since I figured that we'd been near enough in body size that I thought I could wear her things in her memory and feel that much closer to my friend.

As I walked around I spotted a closet door, but it was locked. Intrigued, I remembered the keys in the jewelry box. I started to try one key after another and found the one that opened its lock. But there was a second lock built into yet another door that formed the rear wall of the closet. I started trying keys in that lock until that one finally opened with a click. The room I entered was dark, and it had no windows. But I felt for a light switch on the wall on either side of the door, intuiting there had to be one there. Yep. I found it, and flicked on the lights.

As the lights came on, I saw several chests of drawers and clothes racks and boxes of shoes around the room. There were shelves with dust covers over them and wall fixtures with rods and things hanging from them. Stunned, I felt like I'd invaded their privacy, but I admit I was fascinated. I noticed large pictures of Cathy dressed in sexy lingerie and others of her in leather that were very erotic and compelling. She'd seemed so, shall we say 'normal' when we talked. I guessed this was like her secret life and their escape together. This was certainly something that she'd never shared with me!

I closed the door and went out to get some food and several soft drinks. I brought it all back and ate in the hidden closet room. I had an idea I'd be busy in this secret room for quite a while. Using my cellphone, I had to look up several things I'd found, not knowing their names or how they were used. But I knew they were all sex related in a kinky way. Some of them even made me blush a bit, once I learned their usage. I realized some things needed two people to use but I figured I had plenty of time to work on that problem. As I researched these items I was amazed to learn that some of them were very expensive and of high quality. The racks of clothes were amazing. Costumes of latex, spandex and leather were neatly arranged. I could not begin to guess how much they'd spent on all this. It must be wonderful to have a hobby that you both enjoy together!

As I went through the items stored so neatly, I could tell that all of this meant a great deal to them. I often looked at the erotic pictures on the wall and remembered the two of them even more warmly, imagining them playing together. I noticed that behind a sort of a locker there was a small door. Moving the locker, I was able to open the door to find a storage space under the slanted roof. This house sure had some mysterious places. There was a pull cord to light up some lights. In the storage space I found a collection of books, magazines and photo albums. This was a whole new revelation to me. I'd lived such a sheltered life that I was now becoming aware that there were whole businesses supplying things like this to everyday people, and such people really had fun.

Looking at the photo albums I realized that people, Cathy and Brian included, went to parties and conventions where like-minded people socialized. This revelation was yet another shock to me, but remembering how my friends acted convinced me that doing such things did them no harm. I was rather envious, feeling I'd missed out on a lot. Maybe if I hadn't come across as completely clueless, Cathy might've felt she could share this part of her life with me.

I went back to the closet room where I was able to sit down, taking a few books with me for further study. Looking through the books in my lap, my eye was drawn to the wall near where it met the floor. Barely discernible there was a small drawing on a particular wood panel. An image like a stylized eye was drawn there. Its color was very close to the color of the wood, making it quite hard to notice.

Getting down on my knees, I looked closely and pushed the eye with my finger. As I prodded it at a certain angle, there was a soft sound of a click. The whole panel moved and then popped out a little as if it were on hinges. Pulling open that hidden door revealed a space in which resided three metal boxes, the kind you keep important papers in.

Carefully I unlatched the first metal box and my eyes flew open! It was stuffed with neatly arranged 20 dollar bills, so tightly packed together that it was hard to pull one out. "Oh my god!" I thought. "They must've been drug dealers!" But after thinking about it I realized that wasn't true and calmed down. I opened the next metal box and that one was crammed with 50 dollar bills! I was almost afraid to open the third box, but I did and found it held more packed 50 dollar bills! There was also a heavy bag that contained stock certificates for two major software companies. I'd need the lawyer to recommend a trustworthy stock broker to me so I could determine what these were worth and how to handle them.

I couldn't guess what the overall total was that was here before my eyes. To be honest, I was scared to find out. It struck me that I could spend these dollar bills and no one would notice a $50 bill at the grocery store or a $20 bill anywhere else. I knew Brian had a couple of patents for innovative chip designs and the lawyer had explained how these were now mine, and how they formed a source of steady income for me. I assumed the Brian had taken some of that income and simply stored it as ready cash, sacrificing potential investment earnings for just having lots of spending money on hand. He probably also bought the stocks with some of that income. I'd have to get used to the idea of being wealthy.

Spurred on by the books and picture albums and seeing Cathy and Brian obviously enjoying this secret eye-opening lifestyle, I started my own exploration into the world of bondage. Soon I found it very exciting playing the 'damsel in distress' even just by myself, utilizing 'self-bondage' by name. There were lots of examples of ways this could be done. I also had more time to indulge myself, since I could cut back on my personal trainer hours and only take on the clients that I wished.

I'd spend much of each day looking at the magazines and reading the books. I was looking at the photo albums when I noticed Cathy wearing what I now knew was a chastity belt. She was outside in a park, and you could see people in the background. She was holding her skirt up showing the belt to the camera, the angle of her body hiding it from the other people, and she had a big mischievous smile on her face. I loved that picture.

I grew curious about that belt, and started to look on the shelves and chests of drawers. It was on one of the upper shelves, cover by a dust sheet. I looked closely at it and found the keys attached to it with a string. There were two keys for its two small padlocks. With trembling hands I placed the belt around my waist and brought the strap up between my legs. There was an attachment consisting of round metal balls on a rod which slipped into my pussy. This sent waves of pleasure through me. I had to stop and catch my breath for a moment. Pulling the strap up fully pushed the ball stack deeper inside me. Before I changed my mind, I fumbled with the locking mechanism and locked it on myself. It was almost too much sensation, making me dizzy from hyperventilation. And I was fully aware that the ball stack had also been inside Cathy's pussy -- a very intimate sharing with her.

I really knew that an intruder was locked inside me and I was so ashamed that I'd done this to myself. But when I started to walk around, it moved inside me with each step. It felt so good that it excited me greatly. I started wearing the belt for longer and longer periods of time. Eventually I even wore it to go shopping. I grew to love wearing it.

My life took another turn soon thereafter. I started to embrace the fetish lifestyle. I attended conventions, at first out of state, and, gathering my courage, I went to some also in state. At these conventions I made new interesting friends and connections, and began to see why Cathy and Brian loved them. I'd even appeared in several bondage/fetish videos that gave me unneeded extra income. But I always wore a mask or head covering to hide my identity. I really enjoyed exciting interactions with the other people in those videos.

Attending conventions gave me another real awakening. I got to see all the latest technology that computers and smart phones had added to the community. Kinky people sure came up with kinky innovations! There was one company that had a computer controlled bondage chair on display for demonstration. I had to try it out. After a brief test run, I talked to the seller and found it to be expensive but very interesting. He explained the software had been tested over and over. They made absolutely certain that with power outages, the unit came back at once to an unlocked state for safety. I was convinced.

"How can I purchase one of these, and how can I get it set up?" I asked.

His eyes lit up with the possibility of a sale, asking me where I lived. When he heard where, he stated, "That's no problem at all. The unit is designed to ship as modular pieces. The assembly isn't much more difficult than setting up a computer system. Here is what the installation manual looks like. You can see large, clear images and diagrams displayed in a step-by-step sequence, along with clear accompanying instructions. Also, if you do get stuck, nowadays with smart phones you can call a technician and show him or her what you're doing with your cell phone camera, and he or she can guide you. As a last resort, we can make house calls, but we haven't had to do that yet."

I was sold. The deal was struck and my unit would be delivered one week after the convention was over. I had a great time at that convention and really learned a lot. As promised, a little more than a week after the convention ended, I got a phone call telling me that my unit would be delivered between 8 AM and 4 PM the next day.

Therefore, I wasn't surprised when my doorbell rang the next day. The delivery man carefully brought each of the modules into my living room. We examined all the boxes, inspecting and finding no damage. We checked that all the modules were there by consulting the instruction manual. I thanked him for being so careful with my order, and he smiled and left. Each module wasn't heavy at all, and I carefully took them up to the secret closet room, so I could assemble it there. I'd cleared space for it ahead of time.

I unboxed it and set it up, carefully following the directions. The chair assembled as if by magic, giving me a sense of pride in my accomplishment. But really, I just followed the instruction manual. The device had a self-contained control unit and computer interface. I easily connected it to my router and the software started up. The next part of the instruction book showed me how it worked and what each of the settings meant. It seemed very straight forward. At the very end of the manual an addendum sheet had been inserted. They'd recently developed something they were referring to as 'slave software', which could capture a person and start a live internet camera through the main company server so people could interface live with the 'victim' firsthand. I added that upgrade, figuring I had the choice of activating it or not, as I saw fit.

I walked around the room, examining the device from all sides. The chair sat there, seemingly daring me to try it. The camera was on a curved arm so it was facing the chair and, looking more closely, I noticed a dildo had been integrated into and flush with the seat of the chair. It fit so smoothly that I hadn't noticed it during the chair assembly. But, if needed, it could swivel into a vertical position. Blushing, I realized there was a button on the controls that could make it vibrate.

Looking at the monitor screen, there were settings for 'CAPTURE TIME' and 'START DELAY TIME'. Also it had a 'CONNECT TO GROUP' setting and 'REMOTE ACCESS' setting. It's manual said I could program in a safeword, and explained it's function. The word 'wombat' came to mind, so I entered that as my word.

I tested the capture time and the start time to make sure it worked. Everything seemed to function exactly as expected. My need to be a damsel in distress won out over my better judgment. I stripped naked, set the timer for 10 minutes and a start time of 2 minutes. Sitting slowly onto the dildo, I placed my legs, thighs and neck in the fixed collar areas and then positioned my hands. I was facing straight into the camera as I waited for the start timer to expire.