Sometimes You Just Cant Tell

They met at a bar, both on the edge of a group of loosely mutual friends. She was short, with long brown hair and a lopsided smile. She said she was five foot one, but only in heels. He was immediately taken with her.

She wore black wedges, an ankle-length pleated brown skirt and a white long-sleeved baggy top. Her body was mostly hidden from view. As she stood there she occasionally twisted this way and that, moving to the music barely heard above the bar chatter, causing the fabric of her skirt to swing back and forth.

They had started with small talk, then got to know each other a bit more, then moved on to deeper things. The rest of the bar faded away as they disappeared into their own little bubble.

Discussing relationships, she said she'd recently ended things with someone and he commiserated, asked what went wrong. After a moment's hesitation she confided that she wanted to take more control in the bedroom and bought a strap-on hoping her boyfriend would let her use it, but he apparently didn't understand or didn't care about her desire and wasn't willing to play along just for her sake. Some strong words were exchanged, and they parted. She said all she'd wanted was to experience a feeling of power for once.

He raised an eyebrow, not quite able to picture this cute five-foot-one-but-only-in-heels girl being dominant. Seeing his reaction she grinned sheepishly and shrugged. Sometimes you just can't tell, she said.

The evening went on and as they talked he realized above all else he wanted to be with her. He did not want the night to end, for them to say their goodbyes and walk in opposite directions never to see each other again. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, and would do almost anything to show how he felt.

After a couple more drinks he steered the conversation back and asked whether she was still interested in her experiment and might she perchance live nearby? Soon, glasses were drained, goodbyes were issued to various friends and they walked out together.

It wasn't far. They strolled arm-in-arm, almost in silence as they each thought about the night to come. Soon they stood in front of the block of flats where she lived, its name in large block letters above the entrance.

Two flights of stairs and a heavy door later and they were inside her flat. She quickly dug around in a drawer then passed him a small bag. This contains a chastity cage, she said, go into the bathroom and put it on while I get ready. This was a surprise, but he took it in his stride. It took him a while to work out how to assemble it and then a bit longer to make it fit, but he succeeded. As they hadn't seen each other without clothes yet it felt wrong to just come out completely naked, so he put his clothes back on over the top before emerging.

He found her in the bedroom, now barefoot and wearing a silky red top with thin shoulder straps and matching red shorts. The perfect skin of her arms and legs made his heart skip, and he gazed greedily at her. She had tied up her hair, and her shoulders were bare. Her top curved slightly down across her front but not enough to offer any glimpse, but the thin fabric pulled over her breasts teased him with shape and curve.

After a moment of distraction he noticed behind her on the bed was a pile of something made of black straps and panels, with a small-ish blue dildo sitting on top. Keen to see what happened next, he handed her the empty bag and the keys and grinned. What now, he said, it's your fantasy.

She looked him up and down, and pondered. Well, she said, maybe a little role-play: grab your coat, go outside, wait a couple of minutes and then knock. Conscious of the tightness of the cage he carefully bent to the floor to grab his coat, and made his way out of the door.

He stood in the quiet corridor, breathing steadily and attempting to ignore the aching he felt in his crotch. To distract himself he carefully inspected her cheery welcome mat and the polished metal numbers nailed onto the door frame. He looked at the bare bulb hanging from its flex next to the stairwell, listened to a faint buzzing from some old electrics somewhere. There were no people around, no other signs of life. Taking a deep breath, he knocked twice.

The door didn't open, but a voice on the other side called out: You know where I live and you know what I want. Come back tomorrow at 8pm and we'll get started.

He opened his mouth to respond but hesitated, still processing what she'd just said. There was the sound of a deadbolt being engaged, an inner door closing, then the light inside went out and all was still.

He was left standing on the door mat, staring at the door which was clearly not going to be opened to him tonight. He felt a throbbing in his groin as his body continued to adjust to the cage.

Sometimes you just can't tell, he agreed.