Handcuffs
As the handcuffs came out, I knew that my day was only getting started. It was time for the next client to walk in. John wasn’t the sort of man many would expect to see in our dungeon. He was from an era of old school debonair. John was what the staff at Pandora’s box liked to call a silver fox. It was obvious that he was a man of great privilege and status, born with only the finest of silver spoons in his mouth; John was also genetically blessed with the looks of and physique befitting a full recreation in marble (of which…he’s commissioned two from Italy). He was tall, attractive and, more then financially secure, and incredibly well connected. He was also the proud husband and father of a disgustingly wholesome family straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting (from what I’ve seen in wallet-size). As John grew closer, my stomach began to turn at the thought of what his new perversions would be.
“Oh god, here he comes...How does a man like this come seeking my services you might ask? I’m still scratching my head on that one”
Some would think he might have suffered from some traumatic experience as a child. Others would argue that he seeks this sort thing as a stress release from conventional expectations. Maybe he's just a pervert? All I know is that my only concern is that he leaves here with what he came for and nothing else.
“How are you today my love? You get more beautiful every day that I see you. I brought some things I would like you to wear. Should I wait for you in our little trove of fantasy, or can we get started here,” said John?
“You would like that wouldn’t you, John? Could you please stop speaking like you’re from some 1940’s cigar lounge? It’s seriously weird-ing me out. Wait for me in the cave while I get ready, “ I said.
From time to time clients do bring me presents, and some even offer to take me out shopping in foreign countries (but I wasn’t going to be anyone’s porta potty, that’s for sure. Two Girls, One Cup? I think not!) While I decline to be seen in public with them I usually thank them for the gifts and move on.. I began to rustle through the bag he left behind for me.
“Well what do we have here, John? Are we re-enacting scenes from epic saga of “The Spy Who Shagged Me?” In the Bag I found pinky fuzzy handcuffs, frilly pink lingerie, a baby pink rabbit vibrator, and iridescent Lucite anal pearls (my god WHY is there so much pink?) As I continued I found a large black strap on with interchangeable skins, sterling silver nipple clamps from Tiffany’s (who knew, right?), several sets of high end luxury lingerie, and by the time I reached the bottom of the bag I must have had an advent calendar of bondage and sadomasochism laying out on the marble table of the dressing room. “Would you like me to slip into something a little more comfortable before we start?” I started to silently cackle under my breath at the sight of this waspy adonis slip into zipper crotch lingerie set with matching back seamed stockings. “Oh yes, John, you remember how I like to see you.” As the John began to put the finishing touches of rouge and hairspray, I began to reflect on the life choices that brought me to this point.”
Well I guess while I’m putting all this crap away I can give you the cliff notes on how I ended up in a place like this. I came to study journalism but really desired to be a singer. My humility and compassion as a kid were often mistaken as a signs of weakness. My parents often feared that a city like New York would eat me spit and me up me out like week old peanuts from a street cart. I graduated from the outrageously over priced NYU. I got a join the New York Times style section.
While my job kept my rent paid.The mundane routine of writing weekly puff pieces on the latest trends was starting to wear thin. I began exploring the world of entertainment in New York. Venture into singing, it was hard to find anyone that would give me a chance. I finally broke into a cabaret troop that performed in numerous clubs in the lower east side. It was actually a lucky break because the market had just crashed. As they downsized the staff, I was let go from my paper. Struggling to find new work as a writer, I had to downsize from a small single bedroom in Manhattan to a multiple room-share with one bathroom in Williamsburg. I continued to send out resumes and set up interviews at potential employers, but I had to take on odd jobs here and there to bring in half the money I was making before. This just happened to be one of them. It’s been two years since my plans for the future exploded in my face.
While my job kept my rent paid.The mundane routine of writing weekly puff pieces on the latest trends was starting to wear thin. I began exploring the world of entertainment in New York. Venture into singing, it was hard to find anyone that would give me a chance. I finally broke into a cabaret troop that performed in numerous clubs in the lower east side. It was actually a lucky break because the market had just crashed. As they downsized the staff, I was let go from my paper. Struggling to find new work as a writer, I had to downsize from a small single bedroom in Manhattan to a multiple room-share with one bathroom in Williamsburg. I continued to send out resumes and set up interviews at potential employers, but I had to take on odd jobs here and there to bring in half the money I was making before. This just happened to be one of them. It’s been two years since my plans for the future exploded in my face.
It was time for the adult baby fantasy. John mad a quick costume change. He requested that I slip the cuffs around his ankles this time. He got on his knees and told me to ride him around the dungeon. We roamed from room to room. John’s one of the lighter submissive of my cliental. After a few more acts of humiliation John stopped me.
“I want to take things to the next level with you and I will not take no as an answer this time. He said”
The warning bells should have started going off at this point but I had become so jaded by the bizarre requests made in the past that I decided to see where this would go.
“I want to take things to the next level, Angel. I won’t take no for an answer this time. I want you to be mine and mine alone.”
“Well John, I have to stop you right there. You know what our arrangement is. I’m more of a professional tease with light ventures in masochism. While I appreciate the thought, I'll have to refer…”
John interrupted, “Carmen (that’s my pseudonym), you know that I am a strong-willed man. If I ever took no for an answer, then I would not be the man you see standing before you. You can say no my dear but frankly… I’m asking you out of courtesy rather then as a request this time. You occupy my every waking thought, with your soft light caramel skin, long wavy black hair, your smooth billowy lips, and your almond eyes the color of jade. I’ve been watching and monitoring you for a little while now. I know what you want in life, and I can give it all to you, but… if choose to deny my request I will destroy you out of sport”
I didn’t know where to go anymore. In all honesty, what I do barely tethers on this side of legal. This was definitely not situation I could ever have seen coming from John, other clients perhaps, but not John. He was a man that had everything in life. I always thought he was joking with the occasional request of being his mistress, but I guess it’s hard to take a full-grown man dressed in a diaper and sucking on a pacifier seriously. I know that any rational person would call the police, or at least security. I don’t know what overcame me. Maybe it was his commanding demeanor, or this false sense of security he created for me but the word “yes” just slipped from my lips. This is the day I lost control of simple arrangement a Dom and her slave and became a sorted fucked up affair.
What the hell am I getting into?
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I’ve been his mistress for a year now. I’m not really sure if I can really say that this arrangement is mutually beneficial. The dominant role in the bedroom is now has become inter-changeable. However, in reality, he has all the power. Even with the generous monetarily compensation, I was incredibly dissatisfied. I no longer have my anonymity. Many would ask why I don’t walk away. Maybe it was my life stagnating, or that my self-loathing ran deeper then I had originally thought. Maybe I am as depraved and soulless as he is. I may have felt like I deserved this but I didn’t see leaving as an option. (There are just so many armchair questions here.) As a man of power, he has often threatened and even walked me through how he would totally destroy me in retaliation.
A little while ago, I began to notice a man tailing me after I would leave John’s little love dungeon. He wasn’t very tall but he would always dress to appear as he was. He wore glasses and had a beard. He would hang out in the background drinking a latte by the window of the reception area. The mysterious man would casually glance over at me. I never got a bad vibe from him. In fact he would seem downright brotherly in his voyeurism. Nonetheless, I told the doorman to watch for him. He seemed harmless but that’s what I thought of John too
John is coming in a little while. He wants to act out a new fantasy of his. He had just come back from a business trip to Mexico. Apparently he wants me to run to our little rendezvous point to act out a Lucha Libre fantasy? (Seriously?)
I arrive at our little love nest as John so fondly calls it. The doorman greets me and I promptly slip him a twenty spot. He then escorts me to the staff elevator to avoid being seen by too many security cameras. Our little abode reminds me a lot of the all black apartment prominent New Yorker Cindy Gallop, MakeLoveNotPorn entrepreneur, lives in. As the elevator doors opened, to the latest improvements I see that the painted in black lacquered pain from wall to wall. He has installed a copper stamped ceiling inspired by the swirly designs of Alfonzo Mucha, and the floors have been replaced with dark Brazilian cherry walnut. The walls are decorated with usual choices of taxidermy, sex toys, and old Victorian photographs.
John slips out wearing silk black pajama trousers and a monstrous gold and silver mask with sewn-on horns, sharp eye holes, and a jagged mouth outlined in red, He said they called it a luchador mask. He places another one on my head and tells me to lay back as he slips on a pair of footed liquid latex stockings on me.
“Sweetie, raise your legs for me.” He began to suckle on my each and every one of my toes till the bottoms of my feet were soaked in his dribble. He then begins to place my feet at the base of his cock and started to masturbate with them until his cock became rock hard. He suddenly tossed my legs apart and forcefully thrusted himself into me. I could feel my ovaries shrivel up and my vagina become as dry as a bone. I was completely disgusted and mortified at what just occurred (My Feet and MY…. Ewwwww). As he pulled out, I released the loudest queef of the new millennium. As his eyes rolled back and grin on his face grew, I counted down the seconds before I could leave. If I hadn’t lived through it probably wouldn’t believe me either. After John had had his money shot, he wired the rest of my “expense fund” for the month and sent me on my way.
As soon as I was sent away, I began to walk down Chelsea to my favorite coffee shop. The look of disgust could not be removed from my face. As I approached the counter to order the cashier started utter “ how are you….” When she looked up, she laughed. Instantly recognizing me, she placed my order without needing to ask. When I reached for my purse she said, “Oh that isn’t necessary, that man over there has already paid for your drink. He would like you to sit in the table next to his.” She then gave me my cup of coffee, but the cozy would not slip all the way up. The cashier motioned me closer to her and whispered, “ He told me to tell you not to worry, he only wants to talk to you.” I grabbed my coffee and walked over to the man. As I moved closer it hit me that this was the mysterious man that had been tailing me the past few weeks. My disgust grew into outright infuriation. I asked the man why I shouldn’t just call the police. He then introduced himself. “ I know that this is pretty weird. My name is Gabriel, but you can call me Gabe. I work for the Post. Your doorman had tipped me off that there was something interesting to be uncovered at your building. I started to survey it. The building is recognized by the city as an apartment building but it doesn’t seem like anyone sleeps there. You and your gentleman are by far are the most frequent visitors. I would like to write a story about you.”
I told Gabe that I wasn’t willing to talk about my story right now. He said he didn’t mind, but if my mind did change that I should contact him. I began taping my sessions with John after meeting Gabriel.
I wouldn’t say I would release them or anything but it’s nice to know that I have them as security.
While our arrangement hasn’t been beneficial to my self-esteem, I wouldn’t say that he doesn’t allow me some sort of freedom. On these rare occasions for myself, I try my best to appear like the anyone else in their mid twenties. Lost but hopeful for the future. My roommate, Joanne is coming with me to a music festival on Governor’s Island tonight. The air was scented with the aromas of kettle corn, funnel cake, and 420 Mary Jane. I closed my eyes and let the music pulsate over me. The beats washed over the crowd like a child baptized in northern lights. I let go of all my worries, fears, and swayed to the beat. I lost myself in the music, dancing floating from one end to the other. When the set was over, I opened my eyes to a boy that would exceed all my expectations, fantasies, and upbringing of what it meant not to just be a man but a decent human being.
His name is Will. When I first laid my eyes on him, all the sorrow I had held onto began to melt away. We have been dating for a little while. He certainly is a nice balance to the other extreme in my life. He says that he comes from a good family native to New York. His mother was his inspiration to become a teacher. Will said that he doesn’t have the strongest relationship with his father but they are still close despite the two of them always being at odds. He’s the biggest supporter of getting my life back together. Will has even gotten me back into writing again. He’s simply wonderful. I haven’t told him the complete truth of what I do for a living. He still thinks that I am a singer and part-time massage therapist. It was the only thing I could think of as to why I didn’t have a typical brick-mortar location for him to “come visit.” He says he has a surprise for me today. To tell you the truth, I’m pretty excited.
Apparently I’m going to meet his parents in Albany. He says that he’s been telling his family so much about me. His mother, Diane, and sister, Grace, are excited to meet me. They say that there’s a surprise waiting for me when we get there. I’m not really sure what to expect. As we approach the front door, the butterflies in my stomach begin to flutter. His mother and sister are two beautiful statuesque women with smiles that could light up the darkest of room. They have an air of familiarity to them, in a way that seems like I’ve seen them before. His mother greets me with a hug
“Well looks like I have a pretty face to go with all the stories I’ve been hearing about you. Welcome to my home.”
She motions over to Will; “Your father is still in the city, but he will be coming shortly for dinner. In the mean time, why don’t you can take Evelyn (that’s me) to the back yard?”
Walking through their home, one could sense the strong family bond between Will’s mother and her children. There were millions of photographs of her children plastered across the halls. The furniture was a collection of carefully curated antiques ranging from decade to decade, but it all somehow fit effortlessly together. Their home is so large that it could have easily felt cold and isolating, yet as I am walking through the rooms and through the hallway, I could tell this is a place that was welcoming and full of love.
We finally reached the yard. When I saw what felt like an infinite amount of Christmas lights enveloping around the yard. A trail covered in pink rose petals led to the gazebo and as we walked over to it, the music from the first time we met started playing. The floor is covered in large white bowls containing lilies and white candles floating around. Will grabs both of my hands. He then looks into my eyes and smiles as he bends down on one knee.
“Eve, I know we haven’t known each other that long, but ever since we first met, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I don’t know if the perfect woman exists but you are the closest thing to I know to it. There is no doubt in my mind. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Please say you’ll marry me?”
I replied with tears in my eyes, “How ridiculously cliché is all this? It’s all so over the top. Of course I’ll marry you.”
Apparently Will had planned a surprise party planned with both our families there because when I turned back, there they were. Grace switched the boom box to an oldies radio station, and the families began to introduce themselves to each other. Drinks were served and everyone was having a great time. There was sing, dance, and even a band that was starting to assemble for later in the night. Grace walks over to me. She whispers into my ear. “ You must be something real special, Eve. I’ve never seen my brother go all out for anyone like this.” We both then chuckled, and she beginnings telling me stories of her and Will growing up together.
My phone rang. It was my roommate and so I excused myself to talk. “Oh my god Joanne, you won’t believe what just happened!” Joanne stopped me before I could tell her anything. She said that someone had broken into our apartment and ransacked both of our rooms. “The whole place has been torn to shreds and all our electronics are missing.” She wasn’t sure what else was missing but the police were on the way. The butterflies quickly turned into a giant rock at the pit of my stomach.
Oh my god, the tapes….
I had to sit down. At that exact moment Will approaches me. “I would like you to meet my father.” As the man grew closer, I could feel the blood drain out my face. His Father is four-term senator John Reich...the man that had taken over my life. The reaction on John’s face was puzzling; I couldn’t distinguish if it were shock, anger, fear, or utter indifference (or perhaps constipation?) We both stood frozen, not knowing what to do. Will jokes, “What’s the matter dad? You act like you’ve seen the devil. … Well she’s really something isn’t she?” With that, the radio stops with a “BREAKING NEWS!!! POLIT…” Before the announcement could even finish I collapsed.
I could feel the life slip from me. Everything I had tried to keep hidden from Will was about to come out for everyone involved in my life to see. Everything I had started to work for was about to slip away. And what about Will’s family? His father’s career was about to come to a shrieking halt. Shame would fall on both his family and mine as the press release information on that Pervy Senator and his Whore.
