Copyright 2000 Del Edwards (a nom de plume)
It had become a regular thing for BeAnn to call and ask if she could stop by for coffee or in the summer something cold to drink. Often she was on her cell phone and had some time to kill between appointments. She was never very far away, calling only when she was within a few miles of his place. They had known each other for seven years and their relationship was a rich and mutually rewarding one. They related to each other as individuals talking about music, movies, vacations as well as their fears, frustrations and fantasies.
Early in the relationship they agreed that there was a reciprocal attraction between them. Over the years that had expanded to become a spiritual and emotional coupling that was unique in their lives. Both were secretly amazed and pleased that they could honestly discuss their fantasies about being sexual with the other though they had never even kissed.
And both believed the other sometimes teased a bit too richly in describing the length and breadth of their sexuality with their respective partners. Both tolerated it simply because challenging the other person would be bad manners and anyway, there was no way to disprove the other's contention.
One Tuesday morning while they were sitting in their usual spot at his dinning table, BeAnn brought up the subject of bondage. She commented she knew little but was fascinated when he had mentioned it a few times over the years. He knew there was a sea change in the conversation when she addressed him by name. "Greg, I'd like to see the stuff," she said as her breath rushed out of her. There was a tiny smile at the corners of her mouth.
"The cuffs and chains? Sure, you thinkin' about getting into it?" he asked with a smile.
"Maybe I don't even believe you have the stuff, much less use it," she responded.
"C'mon," he said in a mock growl.
She followed him to the bedroom. She had never been there before. He got down on his hands and knees and reached under the bed. The chrome-plated chain jingled when he flopped it and a black leather cuff onto the bed. When he glanced up at her she was straight-faced. He crawled to the head of the bed and produced another chain and cuff. This one was attached to the headboard corner post with a leather strap and a French snap.
"Eeeeew, talk about fantasy fodder," she intoned as he stood up.
"Fantasy for you, reality for me," he said.
"No, I meant now that I know you really have the stuff I can make some fantasies about us," she grinned.
"Oh," he said and then added, "Would you like to experience the reality, try it on?" he asked, unable to suppress his own grin. She looked hard into his eyes for several seconds. Then her mouth moved but no sound came out.
He stopped laughing when she said, "Ahhh, yes but with my clothes on... just so I can get the feel of it."
"Sure," he said with a shrug.
"Okay, who does what?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" he replied.
"I know you'll tie me down but how does it begin?" she asked.
"Oh," he said as he detached the black leather ankle cuff from the chain. "You put on the cuffs. That signifies your willingness to be in bondage." He handed her the four-inch wide cuff. An amused smile came across his face as she sat on the bed and installed the ankle cuff. While she was struggling to attach the cuff chained to the head of the bed to her right wrist, he went around to the other side of the bed and obtained the other two cuffs.
With all four cuffs in place she slapped her thigh with her left hand, the right one being tethered to the bedpost. The motion caused the chain between her right wrist and the head of the bed to tinkle. She glanced at it and then up at him, the corners of her mouth turned down with uneasiness. "Now what?" she asked.
"Center yourself on the bed and extend your left hand toward the other post," he said nodding at the far end of the headboard. She slowly moved onto the bed and extended her left arm toward the headboard corner post. She was still sitting up. When he arrived at the far corner post he found her looking up at him. "Lie back," he whispered to her. There was a nervous grin on her face as she eased back until her head rested on the bed. He used a double barrel snap to attach her left wrist cuff to the fourth link of chain from where it was secured to the headboard. Standing at the foot of the bed he clicked a double barrel snap onto each of the rings sewn to the ankle cuffs. "Scoot down toward me," he croaked and then cleared his throat. "More, as far as you can come," he said.
Her movement caused more of her nylon-encased legs to appear from under the hem of her skirt as she wiggled toward him. She was wearing a very nice outfit. The long vest that reached to her hips and her three-quarter-length skirt matched. Both were satin-lined in a shade of gray that matched the thready broadcloth. It appeared to have just a tinge of a tan cast compared to the fine satin that was so shiny it appeared lighter in color. He had already cataloged her thin white silk blouse with the lacy white bra under it. The woman knows how to dress, he thought to himself.
When he glanced at her face he saw she was blushing. It was most apparent at her throat where it wasn't hidden by makeup but he could see the redness in her ears too. He moved his eyes to her chest to check her breathing. After about ten seconds he saw her chest move.
"You're blushing and barely breathing. You okay?" he asked.
She swallowed hard looking at the ceiling and nodded rapidly several times.
"I was thinking about you spreading my legs and tying them like that," she confessed in a very small voice.
It was his turn to mark a turning point of the direction of their interaction by addressing her by name.
"Bea, I'm not going to spread your legs, you are. THEN I'll chain them in place," he told her.
