Laura walked down the hallway at George's restaurant towards his office. She stopped in front of the closed door and stared down the hallway at the closed door at the end of the hall. Thoughts of disgust, intrigue, fear, and other emotions went through Laura as she stared at that door that led to another world that Laura had never seen before just the other day. Laura's thoughts flashed back to the image of Joan in that cage, naked. And her thoughts also flashed back to her dreams the past two nights.
Finally, Laura pulled herself out of her stupor. She felt her legs shaking just a little as she knocked on George's door.
"Come in."
Laura opened the door and stepped into the office. George was seated at his desk reading a paper intently. He raised his finger to silently ask for a moment. Laura stood silently.
After several moments, George raised his eyes up off the paper and met Laura's eyes. "Ah, thank you so much for taking the time to bring those to me, Laura. I'm sorry I was unable to come to your office to sign them. Please, bring them over."
Laura responded as she walked up to his desk, "That's quite ok, Mr. Standing. I do it quite frequently for other clients." Laura took the tax forms out of her brief case and laid them before George.
Laura sat in a chair in front of George's desk where he had indicated with his hand. She smoothed down the front of her dress which hit just at her knee caps. George smiled as she sat and he watched her smooth down her dress. Then he picked up the forms and began looking through them.
After a careful examination, he lifted up his pen and signed the various forms and then handed them back to Laura who quickly checked to be sure he had signed in every place required.
"Thank you, Laura. Very well done." He smiled at her and she returned the normal responses.
Then he spoke again, "Before you go, I have a question for you regarding next year's taxes." Laura smiled and nodded as she sat back into her seat.
"I have several women who participate in our entertainment downstairs. All of them do so of their own complete free will and I do not pay them. They fully participate to be equally entertained, if you know what I mean."
George looked into Laura's eyes for understanding. "Yes, I know what you mean, Mr. Standing. I don't understand why they do it, but I accept that they do. What has the got to do with next year's taxes?"
"Well it occurred to me that I have not been carrying the added insurance coverage for the activities down in the chamber, as we call it. I need to know if the premiums are also tax deductible, given that no one is an employee of mine."
"Oh yes, of course, Mr. Standing. Itr is still for a business venture."
"Please call me George, Laura," George offered to her. "Good, thank you."
"You're welcome, ...George." Laura responded. The familiar use of his first name jolted Laura in a strange way and she suddenly had a flash again of her dream from last night. Laura was keenly aware suddenly of a tingling in her pussy.
Laura did not know what possessed her to then state, "I still don't understand how those women can do such things. It is totally against my upbringing and sense of self." The statement was directed to George and yet in a strange way, Laura simply heard her words exit her mouth in a self-wondering kind of way.
George sat silently and looked intently into Laura's eyes. Then, George lept from his chair and almost rushed towards his office door. "Follow me, Laura. Perhaps I can help explain this to you."
George continued without waiting, out the door and down the hallway. Laura paused a moment and then got up and followed him. She caught up to him just as he finished unlocking the door into the chamber. "Let me show you something, Laura," George said to her.
Laura followed George down the stairs. The door remained unlocked up above them. George led Laura to the stage area and hear the cage that was at the center of it
"Laura, would you like to try this out for yourself? Completely clothed of course," he quickly added. "You are completely safe with me and all you need to do is utter the word 'taxes' and I will immediately release you from any distress you are experiencing."
Laura stared at him in disbelief. "Of course not!" She said sternly. She turned to leave.
"Don't you want to feel what it's like to not have control of yourself? To be restrained and at someone else's mercy?" George's voice was reassuring in tone.
"Why would I want to do that?" Laura asked as she turned back around.
"Don't you have a little curiosity about it, Laura?" George asked her back.
Laura could not deny to herself that certainly she did have a strange curiosity about it. She stood transfixed to the spot and began an inward debate. George let her wrestle it over in her mind for ten or fifteen seconds.
"I give you my word you are completely safe to just find out for yourself what it might feel like to have your body restrained. I will only hold you for a minute or two and then release you."
Laura's curiosity was winning out in her head as she thought about this offer. "I don't know how this would answer my question," she said. She was unaware of a dull ache in her loins, but still it was there. At the same time her curiosity about being restrained - nothing else, nothing sexual - grew in her mind.
"You promise I will be safe?" She heard herself ask him.
"I give you my word," George stated, sounding completely trustworthy.
Laura nodded her consent. Only Laura's subconscious recognized that it was indeed, consent.
George smiled. This will be easy. "Ok, take off your shoes, it will be more comfortable that way."
Laura bent down and took her slingback heels off and then looked at George, more expectantly than she wanted to admit.
"Good. Good," said George. "Now just crawl into the cage backwards.