Double Bind

Chapter 4

Lauren tried to think about other things, to concentrate on everything she had to do, but her thoughts kept flashing back to the bound, stretched, gagged, and tormented form that had appeared to her in the mirror. She thought that it really wasn't normal, how good it had felt and how much she yearned to experience it again. Normal people didn't orgasm twice with a finger of ginger roped into their asses. But she also knew, now that she had experienced that level of intensity, that normal sex, while it might often be wonderful, wouldn't be enough to satisfy her completely.

When Scott returned late the next day, he took a shower and then wanted to make love to her almost at once. She told him that she wanted him to try a bit more bondage this time, so he tied her in a ball, hands behind her back and knees drawn up to her chest, and then fucked her exposed pussy as it peaked out from between her legs. It felt great, but when she said You can do MORE you know, he looked uncomfortable and didn't seem to know what to say.

She wanted to tell him about all the gear that existed out there, all the ideas he could experiment with, but she just couldn't say the names of those things to him. She wanted him to figure them out on his own and do them without her having to ask. By Thursday, all she could think about was her time in captivity at the man's house, and her obsession filled her with guilt. Shouldn't she be thinking about her boyfriend? An idea came to her, however, which suddenly seemed like it could solve everything. That night she logged back into her old email account for the first time since the weekend. It pleased her to see that he hadn't written again, since it seemed to imply that he wanted to give her the space to take things at her own pace. Thinking for a moment, she wrote:

       Hi again. Last weekend was amazing. It was just what I had been looking for, even though some of the things that happened I would never have imagined. Thank you so much again.

       I tried to get my boyfriend to take it up a level with the bondage, but he didn't seem to know what to do. I really think he'd enjoy it if he tried, he definitely likes tying me up. Maybe he just doesn't know about all the stuff you can do... all the stuff you did. I would tell him but it's so embarrassing. I had this thought though, if you wanted, I mean, if it would be fun for you. You could post another ad online, and then I could suggest to my boyfriend that we look for someone who wants to teach couples about bondage. And when we look through the ads I can point out yours. You could make the title "Bondage master seeks curious couples for instruction" or something like that. He can come and learn, and if he likes what he sees, maybe it will break all the ice between us. But I don't know if you'd be okay with having a guy around. Well, anyway, it's just an idea.

The next day, sifting through personals ads, she got her answer. It wasn't hard to convince Scott to look with her. In fact, it had been almost too easy. She thought he might have been waiting for just such an opportunity as this one. They opened a few posts, but when he saw the man's, which described some of the gear he owned and some of his favorite bondage techniques, Scott became clearly excited and agreed to go ahead with it, if it was okay with her. "I'll write back to him," she said, "and tell him that we're interested. Just feel him out on what to expect, and see if he'll send a picture. I have to say, he sounds really legit, though, like he'll do everything safely. Anyway, I'll tell him no sex, of course, and nothing dangerous."

She emailed the man back and set up all the logistics. She also suggested that he wear some kind of mask, since she thought Scott might not be into the idea of a specific guy seeing his girlfriend naked. Everything was arranged for that Sunday afternoon.

At the appointed time, the two of them stood outside his door and Scott said for the tenth time, "You know we can still back out, I could buy a book about bondage instead." Lauren ignored him and rung the bell. This time, the man wore a balaclava as he opened the door. "So, your boyfriend didn't talk you out of it on the way over," he said with knowing bemusement. "Come in, please." The two of them entered the house, Lauren trying not to give away that she recognized anything. "So, you two remember the rules? For the lady, I promise the most intense bondage experience of your life today, and more orgasms than you can count. We have agreed by email that your boyfriend here will watch what happens and learn how real bondage is done, but he won't have any say in what happens." Looking at Scott, he continued, "Do me a favor and grab a leather arm-binder from that room on the left." He pointed to a closed door down the corridor. "Do you know what that is?" Scott, who had seen them used in porn many times but who was embarrassed to admit it, nodded without explanation.

Scott went into the indicated room and stared at a large rectangular table - perhaps eight feet by six - standing in front of him. It was covered in BDSM gear of all kinds, more than he could imagine. The walls were also covered with restraints and devices that were hanging from hooks and lying on shelves. His eyes feasted on the sight, thinking what he would give to possess such a collection - and the right girl to use it on. He took in the sight of leather wrist and ankle restraints, rope, chains, dildos, ass toys of all sizes with bumps and ridges and inflatable enema nozzles, ball gags and ring gags, candles, paddles and crops, nipple toys, and "chastity" harnesses with punitive plugs that slotted into the crotch strap, to be trapped inside a girl's private orifices when the strap was pulled tightly between her legs and locked in place. There were other strappy harnesses made from rubber and leather and metal whose uses he couldn't even imagine. He saw a T-shaped device that he knew was designed to grip a girl's tender nipples using clamps that were attached to the arms of the "T". By turning a screw, you could extend the length of the vertical line of the "T" (the base of which would be pressed against the center of the girl's chest), stretching her tits away from her body. He also saw clover clamps, which had assumed almost mythic connotations in his mind because of how everyone online talked about their devilish ability to squeeze tighter the more they were pulled. His eyes lingered on a bow-shaped piece of wood with a hole in the middle and a metal clasp on one end, wondering what it was for. Daydreaming about the bondage scenes that could be had with all this equipment, he lost track of time and forgot that he was supposed to be looking for an arm-binder.

"Ever had some of those on?" the man ask. He was pointing to a pair of classic handcuffs lying near the corner of the table. "No," Scott replied.

"Really? You must be curious, though, if you're so into bondage."

"Um... Yeah, I have fantasies about being tied up, I guess. But I've only ever been the dominant one with Lauren. She's so into being submissive, I'd be really embarrassed if she found out that I have the same desires she does. I kind of think she'd stop taking me seriously and would start wanting to be with someone whose fantasies are all dominant."

"Maybe, but you never know. Maybe she'd like tying you up."

"That's the thing. When I fantasize about being tied, I don't want a girl to do it. That would be too weird. Guys are supposed to be the strong ones, you know?"

"Hmm." The man was thinking to himself. This didn't change what he was planning, but new ideas started forming in the back of his mind. He picked up the handcuffs and, without saying anything, firmly grasped Scott's left wrist and ratcheted one of the cuffs onto it.

Scott didn't complain. He even looked excited. The man took Scott's other hand and fastened the remaining cuff to it. "How do they feel?" he asked. "Good, but they're pretty loose," Scott responded. The man smiled to himself. All of a sudden, he grabbed the chain connecting the two cuffs and pulled it forward. While Scott was recovering his footing, the man grabbed a chain that was hanging from the ceiling nearby and looped it around the handcuff chain that he was still holding, doubling it back on itself and locking it in place with a padlock that had been hanging open through the final link.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Scott exclaimed, more out of surprise than anger, as he looked up and saw that the chain wasn't connected to the ceiling at all. Instead, it looped over a pulley, changed course ninety degrees so that it ran across the ceiling, and then came down over another pulley before falling alongside the wall to his right. 

But the man didn't answer. In a couple of long strides he had reached the wall, where he pulled hard on the chain, causing Scott's hands to be drawn into the air. The man wasn't much bigger than Scott, but the surprise and the leverage he had from his position gave him the easy advantage, and he hauled at the chain until Scott's feet barely touched the ground, before attaching it with a carabiner to a D-ring in the wall.

Scott was so overcome by the shock of the situation and by his not knowing what to think or what was about to happen that he remained silent. "Don't worry." The man smiled at him. "Let me explain. We don't want your girlfriend thinking that you might step in to intervene, do we? She wants her predicament to feel totally real for her, that's what makes a scene like this exciting. So," he pointed to another table off to the side of the room, where a computer was whirring quietly next to a 30" LCD monitor. "I'm going to take a picture of you, and your girlfriend will see you chained up in the middle of the room, unable to come to her aid. You can watch everything happening to her on the screen. In fact, I'll move the table so you can have a close-up view of your girlfriend in bondage." The man pushed the table so that the huge monitor was right in front of Scott. He then took a wireless mouse and put it on the floor. "If you think things are going too far, just step on the mouse button with your foot and it will alert me to let her go immediately. It's all up to you... but she won't know that the choice is yours."

"Okay, I, I guess that makes sense," said Scott. He was so far out of his element that he didn't know what made sense anymore. "But you can just take a picture of me like this and show it to her, and then let me down, right?"

"I think we'll leave you hanging there for a while," said the man with a knowing smirk. "Trust me, you'll prefer it." He brushed his hand against the front of Scott's jeans, and the two men looked at each other, both of them clearly thinking the same thing: that being strung up and stretched out had made Scott's cock become rock hard in the crotch of his jeans, where it bulged and strained to be let out. The man walked over to the gear table and picked something up, but his body blocked Scott's view of what it was. He came around behind Scott, who suddenly felt something pushing at his mouth. Scott knew that the man was gagging him. He could have resisted, but the feeling of a rubber ball pressing against his lips made his cock spring to attention even harder, and he willingly opened his mouth. The man pressed the ball gag in and then pulled the leather straps around Scott's head, yanking them so that the ball lodged deeply in his mouth before buckling the straps behind his head. Scott tried to push the gag out with his tongue, and quickly realized that it would be impossible.

Scott then saw the man collect some rope from the table and come back over. He wrapped the rope about eight times around Scott's wrists, before cinching it with several coils and knotting it to the ceiling chain. "This will be more comfortable for you," he said as he unlocked the now-unnecessary handcuffs. He slid them through the rope coils and put them back on the table. His feet now rested comfortably on the ground, though his arms were still held high in the air. "We're not punishing you after all. At least, not yet." The man fiddled with his computer and took a picture with the webcam. "Don't worry, I bet your girlfriend will enjoy seeing you tied up like this, just like she's probably looking forward to your watching her. She's just embarrassed to admit it. Anyway, have fun," he said on his way out the room, as drool started to form at the corners of his captive's mouth.