Captive Audience

Hands folded over my chest I lay on the sofa ‘resting’, though the reality was that I was only laying here because she told me to. I was far too excited about what Heather had in store for me to truly relax. The more I thought about it the hornier I got…and the hungrier I became for another taste of her. During our walk I’d told her that I didn’t give a damn about her honey, that it was her I cared about, and at the time I meant it with all of my heart. But as time passed, it was nearing 24 hours now since my final taste, I found that I was craving it more and more. My thoughts lingered on the big throbbing source of that honey and the ways in which a good boy might get more of it. Knowing that I couldn’t get anymore I do what I can to push the thoughts from my mind, though the yearning remained.

As I lay there listening to her doing some tidying up and whatever else she was up to, I couldn’t actually see her thanks to the back of the couch, I am struck by the complete 180 my life had taken the past couple of days. On Monday at this hour I was slumped back staring at my computer screen watching something I couldn’t even clearly recall now as Blair did the same. We could have been doing something together, something fun or interesting or sexy, but instead we were each wallowing in a fog-brained world of our own.

As I reflect on it a paradox arises. With Blair I had total freedom. She didn’t care what I did, when I did it, or how I did it as long as it didn’t effect her. She would even cede to me sometimes and want me to take the lead when making a decision. But it was in that very freedom that I felt trapped. Here in Heather’s quaint home I had found rules, structure, expectations and straight up commands. In her gentle way she had taken control of me. Even when I didn’t have a direct order I had the guiding star of what I believed would make Heather happy or proud. And it was within that warm blanket of control that I had never felt more free.

Back then I had been numb. Physically, emotionally, and sexually numb. Our lack of intimacy and attraction, my performance issues, the lack of respect, everything stemmed ultimately to Blair and I not fulfilling each others needs. We were a bad match. I’d stayed with her out of convenience and because I feared that maybe that was as good as things got in this imperfect world. I was wrong. Heather had revealed to me a whole new universe of possibilities. While I might never have a woman as perfect as Heather I now knew that I didn’t need to settle for a woman like Blair. I knew better my own needs and was more sensitive to providing for my partner. Heather hadn’t simply freed me, she’d begun to fix my broken spirit.

“Hey cutie.” She peeks over the back of the sofa. “Sleepin?”

“Mm.” I smile and shake my head no.

Crossing her arms over the back she rests her chin on them and gazes down at me. “You still wanna watch me?”

“Mm.” My smile widens as I nod my head yes.

“I thought you’d say that.” Reaching down she teases at my bangs. “I’m a bit nervous.”

“Why?”

“You’ll be the first man besides Alexander to see me in that way.”

“Your other honey boys?”

She shakes her head. “Never. I’d play with them in public. Never alone. Never in private.”

“But last night…”

“That was different.” A soft smile warms her gorgeous features. “My handsome man needed some lovin. Tonight feels, I don’t know. Selfish. Especially after what we talked about in the park.”

“It’s okay to be selfish sometimes.”

“I confess that the thought of you watching me excites me. A lot.” Her index finger traces across my forehead and down my temple, her brown eyes following it’s path. “It would be good for me to become more comfortable with a man’s presence. Getting used to being seen again. Allowing myself to feel…sexual again.”

I whisper. “I want to see you, Heather.”

“You’ll be kind?”

“Heather, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“There’s that silver tongue of yours again.” Her finger slowly passes across my lips. “I can think of a couple of better uses for a man’s tongue, but flattery is close behind.”

“Oh!”

“Sorry.” She pulls her hand away. “I don’t mean to tease.”

“It’s okay. I like it.”

“I guess we better start so we can get you to bed at a reasonable hour.”

“Yes, please.”

“You’ll still respect me in the morning?”

“Yes.”

“That’s what men always say.” She chuckles. “Or so I’m told.” Standing up she takes a deep breath and says. “Alright then. Let’s do this.”

“Yes!” I pop up off of the sofa with a zeal that belied my supposed exhaustion.

“Ha ha ha! Somebody’s excited.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“First, go get into your jammies.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Then come back here and grab yourself a chair.”

“A chair?”

“You’re just watching for the first bit.” She says. “Until I’ve cooled this fire you’ve stoked up in me with all your sexy smilin and laughin and frisbee playin you and I are not going to touch. We’re doing this for fun, baby. We’re not taking any risks.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I nod. “Got it. Pajamas. Chair.”

“And then…” A shudder runs down her body, though she hides it well. “…come knock on my door. I’ll call you in when I’m ready.”

***

Knock, knock, knock.

Within just a few seconds the door glides open to reveal Heather standing in an elegant red silk robe that hugged her voluptuous body in all the right ways. The only other piece of clothing that I could see on her were a pair of sheer black stockings covering her shapely calves and feet. Her makeup had been freshened up, her full lips now a deep glossy red. But it was the sultry fire in her eyes that commanded my attention most of all.

“Woah!”

She looks me up and down in a way that made me think she might gobble me up right there on the spot but then steps to the side to allow me in. Her room was sumptuous with rich colors, evocative perfumed aromas and luxurious decor. At odds with the rest of her humble abode the space exuded a class that could only be achieved through wealth. A wealth borrowed from another time and another life as evidenced by the slightly claustrophobic sense of too much packed in too tightly. The furnishings were meant for a room much larger than this. Silently I hoped that whatever man was lucky enough to get this angelic woman for his own could keep her in a lifestyle that she deserved.

With a wave of her hand she indicates where to place my chair. Pulling it in behind me I place it at the foot of the big oak four-poster bed. Still without a word spoken she motions me to sit down, which I do. She smiles. From the top of a dress she pulls a black ribbon. No, not a ribbon. It was another stocking similar to the ones she wore. As she approaches me with it stretched between her hands I cock my head curiously. Leaning down she lays the softest, sweetest kiss upon my cheek.

Completely under her spell I sit gazing up at her as she gently brings my arms behind my back. I feel the nylon wrap around my wrists, I savor the warmth of her cheek against my neck and the closeness of her body as knots are tied, and it is only as she is stepping away that I even realized what had just happened.

“Oh.” I pull at my arms only to find them secured behind me. She’d bound my wrists to each other then tied them off to the back of the chair! I might have been able to wriggle free had I really wanted to, but that was the LAST thing I wanted. In bondage for the first time in my life I am at once overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness I’d never experienced. Heather had me completely at her mercy! OH GOD! YES! “Hehhhmmm.”

Her seductive grin widens at the whimper that came unbidden to my lips and grows even more as my already diamond hard boner strains against my pajamas with me having no way to hide it.

“As I said, we can’t take any risks. Mmmm.” She croons as she runs a finger down my chest. “I cannot take the chance of you going for some honey without permission.” She steps back and pauses a minute just to drink me in. “Now you just stay right there, baby, and enjoy the show.”