A few weeks later, Ms. Manju contacted me again. I was still somewhat in disbelief about our first meeting, but I could not lie about the fact that I had enjoyed it. It had been a fantasy come true, and it would just have to be a dirty secret. At the same time, it wasn't something I planned on repeating. She asked me if I could come back to her house to pull up some carpeting and work in her basement a little more. Knowing what happened last time, I reluctantly agreed and told her I could do it. She responded with some logistics, and then told me to bring along a few other items that was a part of our little agreement.
I showed up in work clothes, old pants and a painting sweatshirt and brought along some tools and supplies; knives, scrapers, and some duct tape to wrap up the carpet squares coming out. Ms. Manju greeted me normally as did I, although I was a little on-edge. I had a gym bag full of the clothes she'd requested. I tried to act like everything was normal and asked where she wanted the carpet, to which she responded I could take them out by the garbage cans.
She was dressed seemingly very nice for a weekend, with a skirt down to her knees and dark pantyhose, as well as a lavender colored sweater. Her hair was done up nicely, and she seemed to have a little extra makeup on. It also seemed she might have lost just a few pounds since last time. She looked nice for a lady in her early 40s. Most wouldn't call her "hot," but I found her attractive. I had been quite serious entering the house, but now I finally cracked a little smile. "Dressed a little formal, aren't you Ms. Manju?"
She smirked a little and said "well I wanted to look nice for my special guest. It's not every day I have such a hardworking -- and handsome -- young man in my midst."
I smiled and told her I was going to get going in the basement. She checked on me a little, but I mostly worked alone. I started by moving some more things out of the way, furniture and such. In an hour, I had all of the carpeting that had been soiled ripped out and rolled up, and then finished up by scraping up the moldy pad underneath. As I hauled the last garbage bag full upstairs, she thanked me again for all my help.
"Oh Raj, why don't you take those work clothes off. They're all wet and moldy! Besides, I think it's time you put on your special little outfit I recommended.... That was part of the deal!"
I rolled my eyes a little, but I had agreed to it. I went into the bathroom and stripped down to my underwear. I pulled my new clothes out of the bag. She'd requested I bring the old clothes I used to wear under my shoulder pads for football. First, I pulled out the white compression shirt I used to wear in high school sports. It had been tight then, and now over a year later, it was skin tight, completely outlining my upper body. Next were gray compression shorts I'd wear under my girdle to football, which replaced my underwear. I couldn't believe I was putting this on for her, but it's what she requested. There were two more items. First, I pulled out our old team socks that we wore for games, and pulled them up to my knees. The last item was the most embarrassing. It was my old jock strap from high school. I didn't bother bringing the cup along. Judging from last time, more restriction in that region was the last thing I needed. I pulled it up over the compression shorts and sighed before walking back out of the bathroom.
I walked out gingerly and then immediately heard the gleeful giggles of Ms. Manju.
"Oh, there he is! I just love you in that outfit! It reminds of all those Friday nights, I was one of your biggest fans. And you always looked so handsome after the games!"
I kind of shrugged "uh... thanks. So... am I done?"
"You know what, there's one more thing I wanted to show you. Follow me if you don't mind." She walked me over to the hall by her front door and showed me that large cracks had developed above the crown mold, and there were peeling spots on the ceiling, a couple of them pretty bad. She asked me what I thought. I told her my thoughts on what happened, and she asked me if I could work on it. I told her sure, I could caulk the crown mold back in, but the ceiling I would need to get materials.
"Great! Let me get a ladder for you!"
She returned with a three-foot ladder and a caulk gun and watched me for a minute as I climbed up the ladder to fill in the gaps. I requested a wet rag and she returned with it and after staring at me for a minute, she vanished. I can only imagine how ridiculous I looked wearing a compression shirt and girdle and jock strap while working on a ladder.
After this work was all done, I hopped down and called out to Ms. Manju. I got no response and wondered where she'd gone. I kind of peered around in every direction and then stopped, wondering what she was up to.
Two hands then shoved their way toward me from behind, one over my mouth, and another one gripped by midsection tightly.
"Time for the fun part now Raj!"
"mmmphhh!"
"Oooh I like that, keep mmphhing into my hand. And put your hands up too!
I sighed and then tried to gently peel her hand away. "Ms. Manju, please. I wore what you asked me isn't that enough?"
She shoved her hand back over my mouth, and I only lightly resisted. "Don't you remember what your choices are? We can have a little fun here, or I can share you with some of my colleagues."
"Ugghh" I rolled my eyes.
"Hahaha, I've got a photo album all ready, my new boytoy in bondage!"
"Okay, okay, fine Ms. Manju..."
She grinned and then stroked my cheek. "I promise Raj, I won't do anything you don't want me to. I just want to tie you up again! You looked cute last time, but I've wanted to see this for years! Now sit right down on this chair cutie!" she said as she pinched my nipple a little.
I made my way over to a wooden backed chair and sighed. She grabbed the back of my hair gently, and then pulled down "now have a seat... hands behind your back."
