Introduction 2

"It's...um...well, I mean...it's complicated," you reply shakily.

"Listen," Monica replies, "I love you. Just tell me what it is."

"It's hard to explain..."

"Then show me. Whatever it is, I can deal with it. Alright?"

"Okay. I'll show you on Wednesday," you reply with more certainty.

Two days later, you approach your apartment door after your date. The spontaneity of your humor- plus a bit of champagne- has Monica ready to hop out of that little black dress and pumps she is wearing under her short coat.

You stop at the door.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes," Monica says with a bright smile.

You nod, put your key in the slot and open the door. Monica watches you as you lead the way in. She smiles and takes off her coat. As she reaches to put the garment on the coat rack. Monica's body freezes up as she look at it. It's understandable.

Your coat rack has a 'rack.'

Unlike most people, you do not have an actual piece of furniture there. You have a statuesque blond women tied up there. She is blindfolded and completely nude. Her hands are raised above her head and strapped to a long wooden pole with hooks on it that goes between them. She is similarly bound around the thighs, knees and ankles by padded straps. A loop of rope runs up her back and is connected to a hook on the ceiling, holding her in place.

"I...what...huh...I don't under...stand this," she says.

"Now you understand my hesitance. Most people do not understand this and may think badly of me for it."

"I...don't understand it either, but I'll try to be open-minded here. First off, who is she?"

"The first rule is no names. They come to me and submit to this 'relationship' as it were," you reply.

"'They' come to you? There are more women like this?"

"Yes. I have quite a few. Women come here to live out their fantasies and be proper furniture for me. It's all a business thing."

"They pay you for this," Monica asks, "I don't get it."

"It's a fantasy amongst powerful women. Tell her, #1. You can speak this one time."

"I like this," the blond woman says, "Please don't make me keep talking. It ruins the fantasy to be addressed."

"O-okay," your girlfriend says, turning back to you, "So...can you show me the others?"