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Chapter 1: New In Westhampton

A New Home

Liz was particularly pleased with her new home. She still thought of herself as Liz rather than Elizabeth but maybe it was time to move on. Of course it had been a wrench moving away from the town where she and her husband had lived for so long out here to the ‘burbs’, but with Ben’s new job they couldn’t really have stayed where they were. And, of course, now that he was earning more they had been able to afford something bigger and in a nice part of town.

The welcome from the neighbors had been great. Liz had met half a dozen or so of them on the day she and Ben had moved in. She suspected that they had come around as much to see what sort of furniture she had as to welcome her to the estate, but Liz didn’t mind. It was nice that they were being friendly.

She wasn’t terribly good at names but she was trying to make the effort to remember them. There was Hannah Kleich next door; Julia Croft across the street whose husband worked for some computer company downtown; Laura Teal next door to her; Theresa - Terry - Parnes two doors down. And, who was the other one? Oh yes, Cassandra, Cassie, Cassie Block from the house at the end of the road. They had all seemed pleasant, friendly people; all good humored and unstuffy. ?It’s more Hysteria Drive than Wisteria Drive, here honey,? Cassie had joked.

They were all about the same age as Ben and herself; all bright and all, obviously, pretty well set-up financially. After all the price of property around there meant they had to have a few bucks in the bank. Looking at the way the neighbors dressed, Liz felt conspicuously scruffy in her jeans and tee-shirt as she was unpacking boxes but, she reasoned to herself, you are allowed to look scruffy when you’re moving.

All in all, though, she’d been pleased that every one of the women she’d met seemed happy to see her. It looked like Westhampton was going to turn out to be a good move for her and Ben.

A Worrying Sound

Elizabeth Henkle peered in through the kitchen window of Hannah’s house, looking for her neighbor. Hannah had said for her to pop around at any time and it seemed to Liz that this was as good a time as any.

Hannah’s cat was sitting on the decking staring disconsolately at the house as if everyone was out but Liz could see that the kitchen door was ajar so presumably Hannah was at home. She pushed the door open and went inside clutching the jar of cookies that she had brought along as a friendly gesture.

?Hannah,? she called. ?It’s Liz. I wondered if you had time for a coffee.? The warm smell of cinnamon doughnuts wafted across the kitchen but that was the only sign that anyone was around.

There wasn’t a reply. She put the cookie jar down on the kitchen counter and was just about to leave when she heard a peculiar noise. It sounded like someone was coughing or grunting quietly. The cat seemed uninterested but Liz was worried in case Hannah had fallen or had some other accident. She went in search of the noise.

There wasn’t any sign of Hannah downstairs but as Liz headed back towards the kitchen she heard the sound again coming from somewhere upstairs. More worried now, Liz headed up the stairs towards where the noise was coming from. The closer she got, the more it sounded like groaning.

A Disturbing Discovery

Nothing had prepared Liz for what she saw when she opened to door to the room where the groaning noises were coming from.

Inside were five of her new found friends. All helplessly bound and gagged. All struggling trying to free. Liz stood there, open mouthed and uncertain what the tableau before her meant.

Hannah was tied up on a chair by her dressing table, her wrists bound together behind the back of the chair, her ankles tied to the chair legs. Her mouth was covered with a scarf that was preventing her crying out and was obviously the cause of the groaning noises.

The other women were trussed up every bit as effectively. Laura was on the bed, her legs bent back until her ankles and wrists could be tied together. Cassie was tied up in a similar fashion on the floor. Amanda was trussed up with her wrists tied to one leg of the bed. Terry was standing up in Hannah’s walk-in closet, her wrists tied over her head to the closet rail and ropes around her ankles so that she was having to make every effort to keep standing.

Liz was scared, imagining that the women had been attacked as part of some robbery, frightened that whoever had done this might still be in the house. Even so, she didn’t hesitate and went to help Hannah.

?What on earth happened?? she asked, fumbling with the scarf tied across Hannah’s mouth. She got it free and saw that a cloth had been wedged between Hannah’s lips, filling her mouth to muffle her cries. She pulled that clear and then started trying to untie the knots in the ropes that bound her. ?Was it a burglar. Has he been gone long? I’ll call the police as soon as I’ve set you free.?

Hannah was coughing and choking from the cloth that had been stuffed in her mouth. She shook her head. ?No – cuch – uhhh – no, don’t do that.?

Liz managed to get the knots on the ropes around Hannah’s wrists free and then started on the ones that held her to the chair. ?Don’t be silly,? she said as she finally managed to get Hannah free, ?we’ve got to.?

Liz had started to free Laura, the woman that was laying on the bed. Hannah was sitting on the chair rubbing her wrists and disentangling herself from the lengths of rope.

As she began trying to unpick the woman’s gag, she suddenly became aware that there was somebody standing in the doorway of the bedroom. Fearing that it might be the robber returning she span around quickly. It was Julia, standing with her hands on her hips watching Liz’s efforts.

?Oh,? said Liz. ?You startled me. Quick come and help there’s been some sort of dreadful attack.?

Julia didn’t respond but went on watching Liz.

?Look, come and help. We’ve got to call the police to find out who did this and catch them.?

?We don’t need to,? Julia responded, not moving.

?We don’t need to??

?I did it.?

?You did it??

?This is going to take an awfully long time if you keep on repeating everything that I say and putting a question mark at the end of it. Here, let me help you and then we’ll explain.?

Chapter 2 : Explanations

Julia Explains

?It’s a sort of game,? Julia said.

She, Liz and Hannah were sitting in Hannah’s kitchen with cups of coffee and the jar of cookies that Liz had brought over earlier. The rest of the girls had gone, slipping out quietly after Liz and Julia had untied them.

?A game?? Liz was uncomprehending.

?You’re doing it again,? Julia said with a friendly smile, trying to put Liz at her ease. ?Sure. Didn’t you ever play tie-up games when you were a kid or with your husband??

?No,? Liz shook her head. ?No, I never did. And Ben’s never suggested anything like that. Nothing kinky at all.?

Liz looked at Hannah with an expression that suggested she thought Liz wasn’t being entirely honest.

?Look, I haven’t. Never.?

?Well, we all have. And we do. It’s, like, a club and we play this sort of game.?

?Tying each other up??

?Uhhuh.?

?It’s not so odd, Liz,? Hannah said. ?Even if you’ve never thought about it, I bet you’ve enjoyed tales of damsels in distress or TV shows where the heroine is in danger from the fiendish villain. Heck didn’t you ever want to be Penelope Pitstop to Ben’s Dick Dastardly.?

The thought of Ben twirling an improbably large handlebar moustache wearing Dastardly’s hat, long coat and driving goggles made Liz laugh. ?Well that’s a fun idea, I guess but I’ve never thought about it. Not at all.?

?Well, we’re sorry if we frightened you,? Julia cut in. ?It must have been an awful shock. But don’t worry about it we’re not some bunch of wierdo’s. It’s just a way for us to have a little fun. Sometimes it gets a bit boring around here, when the men aren’t here.?

?Oh, yes, of course. I suppose you’re all lesbians, then??

Julia laughed. Hannah grabbed hold of Liz’s hands. ?Oh, for heaven’s sake,? she said. ?No we’re not. It’s not a sex thing,? the look on Julia’s face suggested to Liz that she didn’t agree, ?although it is quite sexy. And lesbians aren’t just women whose men have gone out to work, you know.?

?I think Cassie might be,? Julia interrupted.

?Oh, be serious!? Hannah chided. ?The point is Liz, this is just a sort of grown up game we play. We’re sorry if we’ve upset you and, please, just forget about it. We want you to be happy here in your new home and we certainly don’t want you to feel frightened or embarrassed by this.?

?Well, OK, I mean I’m sorry I spoiled your game. I guess I’ll knock next time and if there isn’t an answer I won’t come exploring.?

?That’s OK, Liz,? Julia smiled. ?It was probably just as well you came in when you did. Hannah would never have got out of those ropes and she gets so cross if she can’t escape.?

?Oh, that’s unfair!? Hannah complained. ?We would all have got free, given a bit of time.?

Liz was anxious to bring the bizarre conversation to an end. ?Well, I’ve got to go now,? she said. ?Ben will be home soon and I have to fix dinner.?

?OK,? the other two said.

?And call me if you want to talk about any of this,? Hannah added. ?It must have been very upsetting for you. The last thing we want to do is to cause any distress.?

Liz nodded and took her leave. It had been the most peculiar afternoon.

Liz and Ben

Liz couldn’t explain to herself why she didn’t tell Ben about the afternoon’s events. Maybe it was the way that he leapt in to tell her all about his day without asking about hers. Maybe she was just a bit embarrassed about it all. And maybe, just maybe, she felt it was her secret and it really wasn’t anything to do with Ben.

Whatever the reason she hadn’t said anything and when Ben finally did get around to saying, ?So how’s your day been?? while they were having a late night cup of decaff. She answered with a non-committal. ?Oh fine, I had coffee with Hannah next door and one of the other girls.? It wasn’t actually a lie, but it was hardly the whole truth either.

?That’s nice,? Ben said. ?It’ll be good if you get yourself tied in to the whole social scene.?

Liz almost dropped her coffee. Ben didn’t notice. ?Are we going to bed?? he said. ?I’ve had quite a day.?

Liz thought to herself, ?You and me both,? but said nothing and followed her husband up.

She was laying in bed, the light out, Ben’s warm body inches from hers. She started thinking about what Hannah had said about fantasies. She really couldn’t remember anything of the kind. Then she was thinking what if it had been a burglary? What if there had been some tall, muscular, man in dark clothes? And a ski mask. Yes, and gloves, tight leather gloves. What if he’d grabbed her and tied her up and...

?Mmm, that’s nice.? It was Ben. Liz realized that she’d been pressing up alongside him. He turned and put his hands on her shoulders, ran one hand up to stroke her ear and then leant forward and kissed her. Aroused by her few moments of fantasy, she kissed him back and the two fell together. As Ben stroked her breasts she almost begged him to pinch and squeeze at them. As he nuzzled her neck, she wanted him to bite. As his hand ran down between her thighs and probed at her sex she was imagining her hands tied, herself helpless in his grasp. And as he penetrated her his face was hidden from her behind a fantasized mask.

It wasn’t long before she came, beating him to the moment.

The two of them lay together.

?Westhampton must agree with you,? Ben said.

?Mmm,? was all his wife could reply as they both drifted off to sleep.

Liz & Hannah

Liz woke up feeling confused about the events of the previous day and what she saw as her untypical reaction in bed that night. Ben was friendly and more affectionate than usual as he grabbed his case after breakfast and headed off to his work. But then, Liz thought with a smile, he always was after a shag.

She cleared away the breakfast things, nibbling absent-mindedly on a piece of left over toast, piling the plates and cups in the sink. As she stacked the cereals back in the pantry one of the boxes tipped over, scattering a shower of cornflakes across the pantry floor. Liz looked down at the mess in irritation. It had all been a bit of a rush; she hadn’t even got dressed yet. There she was in her dressing gown, with nothing on underneath it and she hadn’t showered. Just imagine what it would be like if someone broke into her house right now! Perhaps she’d hear a noise and, wondering what it was, go to look. There would be a masked man crouched over her jewelry box in the bedroom. And he’d turn around to confront her when he realized he’d been discovered. And she’d throw up her hands in fright as he pulled out a knife and threatened her with it, forcing her down on the floor and tying her wrists with the belt of her dressing gown. And he’d be looking down at her as she struggled on the floor, her dressing gown falling open as she did so. And...

?Oh, shit!? Liz realized that the water in the sink was starting to flow over the side and down onto the kitchen floor. She dashed across the kitchen to turn the tap off. ?Shit! Shit! Shit!?

?Is this not a good time?? It was Hannah’s voice. She was standing at the kitchen door.

?What? Oh. No, it’s all right. I just forgot about the sink. Come on in. This won’t take a minute to clean up.? She stepped into her utility room and returned with a floor mop and bucket. Luckily she had stopped the tap before too much water had been spilled and it didn’t take her long to mop up the mess.

?Do you want a coffee?? she said to Hannah. ?Assuming you don’t mind me sitting here in this and I can make some without spilling something or dropping something. I feel really ham-fisted this morning.?

?Just as long as that wasn’t anything to do with yesterday,? Hannah said. ?I really did feel bad about what happened.?

The two of them sat down at Liz’s kitchen table. ?That’s OK,? said Liz, pulling her dressing gown around her. ?It was a shock, of course but if that’s what turns you on then it’s fine by me.?

?Well, thanks for being so understanding.?

Liz smiled. There was a silence.

Hannah broke it. ?Did you say there was coffee??

?Oh, yes, sure, sorry. Umm, here..? Liz grabbed some cups from a cupboard and picked up the jug of coffee from the warmer and poured.

?Mmm,? said Hannah appreciatively. ?That smells good. What is it??

?Oh, I’m not sure, Columbian I think. Yes. It’s quite a mellow blend – good for breakfast and ... ? Liz broke off suddenly. ?I’m sorry,? she said. ?I’ve got to ask. I mean how did all that club stuff start? ?

?I thought you weren’t interested.?

?I’m not. Well, not in all that, no. But it is kind of fascinating, I guess. I think anyone would be a bit curious.?

?I suppose so. Well, I’m not sure. We’ve always got together for coffee since I moved in about two years ago. Then I think it was Mandy and Cassie. They’d been to some sex toy party and they’d come back with all sorts of stuff that they brought in to show us. And Mandy and Laura were fooling around with a pair of handcuffs and then... Well, I’m not sure. Someone said they’d played some bondage games with their husband and someone else said their husband liked the idea of it but they hadn’t really been able to get their own nerve up to try. And, after a lot of toing and froing someone else said they’d show Terry – ah, that’s who it was! - they’d show Terry what she could get her husband to do. Who was that? Oh, Mandy I think. So. Yes. Well, Mandy tied Terry up and we were all sitting around laughing and everyone was really into it and then someone said Terry had better come back and tell us how she’d got on.?

?And she did??

?Uh-huh. And it was a great success. So some of the others wanted to try And one of them said that her husband wanted to be the one tied up and then Cassie said she could get someone to come from the sex toys company and demonstrate some of their stuff and it just snowballed from there.?

?And now?? Liz took a sip of her coffee. It was cold.

?Well we meet once a month. We go around to each other’s houses. Yesterday was my turn. And sometimes we tie each other up or sometimes someone gives a talk on some technique or other that they’ve tried. I guess we’re just like any other women’s group. You know a book club or a sewing circle or a quilting club.?

?Except you do bondage.?

?Except we do bondage.?

?It is a bit different then. From most other sorts of women’s clubs, I mean.?

?Well, yes. We don’t put adverts in the local paper inviting people along to join. Or really talk about it on the welcome wagon.?

Liz looked across at Hannah over her cold cup of coffee. She really didn’t know why she said what she said next, except that it seemed the best thing to say after how she had felt with ben the night before and her quick, sink filling fantasy that morning. ?But could I, if I wanted to??

Hannah looked non-plussed. ?But didn’t you say...?

?I know what I said. But ... well, I’ll confess I’ve found this all a bit arousing and a lot fascinating. I’d just like to learn more. Not join in necessarily, just find out a bit more about it. Could I come along to one of your meetings? Just to see what it’s like. Not to join in or anything.?

?Well, it’s not really up to me. But, actually, I don’t know who it would be up to. I guess we could ask the group. We’ve not had anyone want to join before, it just sprung up from the group of us and we all knew each other already. Let me make a few calls. I’ll let you know.?

Chapter 3 : Inauguration

Morning Coffee

Hannah called Liz back the following day.

?I’ve had a chat with the others,? she said.

?And?? Liz responded.

?I take it you’re still interested??

Liz thought back to yesterday afternoon. She had spent the entire afternoon trawling the internet to see what she could find. Some of it had been fascinating; some of it horrific. Some of it she’d found a real turn on.

?Yes,? she said determinedly, ?I’m still interested.?

?OK. Well here’s what folk think. They are a bit nervous of someone just coming along to watch one of our tie-up sessions. It’s not that they’re embarrassed but we all do it for what we get out of it, not really from any exhibitionist thing.?

?Oh,? Liz was set back a bit. ?Yes, I can see that, I hadn’t really thought it through I suppose. I guess it’s different when you are all joining in. It’s just – well, I don’t know if I’m ready to join in myself yet.?

?I can see that. But look here’s an alternative. Our next meeting is more a sort of ‘show and tell’, each of us is going to talk about a movie or a book with a bondage scene in it that we really like. Nobody’s going to be doing anything, we’ll just be chatting. The other girls would all be fine with it if you wanted to come along to that.?

?That might be fun,? Liz said. ?I don’t know that I can contribute though.?

?That’s all right. You can bring some cake. We’re all doing that too!?

?OK, it’s a deal,? Liz smiled. ?Where and when??

?Thursday next, three o’clock over at Laura’s.?

?I’ll be there. Definitely.?

First Group Meeting

Liz spent quite a while puzzling over the forthcoming meeting. Even Ben accused her of being distracted by something. It was difficult though. What do you wear to a woman’s group meeting where you’re going to discuss bondage movies?

In the end Liz decided she would treat it like any other social event. It was a hot summery day and she chose a pale green, cotton, shirtwaister dress that she knew would feel cool and look smartly casual.

The choice of cake took considerably less time. She had been renowned for her triple-choc cake where she’d lived before. It was definitely time, Liz thought, to introduce the ladies of Westhampton to its delights.

So, when Liz arrived at Laura’s place, she was welcomed cheerily; even more so when the others saw the cake she had brought.

?Mmmm,? said Theresa, whose girth was rather larger than that of the others. ?I say we forget about the rest of the meeting and just get to the cakes.?

The rest of the girls were already there. Liz’s choice of dress had been just right. All the others had chosen smart, summery dresses, taking advantage of the first really warm day of the year.

Laura, who was obviously chairing the meeting, wasn’t having any of it. ?I don’t think so!? she scolded. ?Come on through to the lounge. Everyone can do their chat and then we can have some cake.?

Theresa gave a pretended sulky look but then smiled and followed the others through. Laura had drawn up a series of chairs in a semi-circle in front of television and they all sat down.

?Well, welcome everybody,? she said, kicking things off. ?And especially welcome to Liz. We all hope you enjoy yourself, Liz.? The others nodded in agreement, not seeming at all embarrassed just as Hannah had said.

?Now you know we each agreed to bring along a video or a DVD to talk about how it influenced us. Luckily we’ve all managed to find a different one each – thanks to Cassie for changing her choice so it didn’t clash with Mandy. So, who is going to kick things off? How about you Hannah??

Hannah looked around got to her feet and took up her place beside the television. She took a DVD case out of her handbag and slipped the silver disk into the player beneath the TV.

?The film I’ve chosen is ‘The Collector’. I know it’s a bit corny and it’s over forty years old now but it’s a film that I remember as having a big influence on me when I was growing up. If you haven’t seen it, it’s about a man, played by Terry Stamp..?

?Oooh, he’s always a good villain,? Theresa interrupted. Hannah looked at her in a way that made Liz think this wasn’t uncommon.

?.. a man who kidnaps a girl and keeps her captive. He’s hoping that she will come to love him. It’s a strange tale because she’s more intelligent than him but he’s more cunning than her. And it all turns out badly; for her at any rate.?

?Boo! Spoiler!? called Theresa.

?But it does have some delicious scenes in it. This is probably my favorite.? Hannah punched her way through the scene selection menu on the DVD. A woman is walking up a street as a van pulls by her. ?I couldn’t walk past a van on the same side of the road for moths after I saw this,? Hannah said. ?I felt they made this scene where he grabs and chloroforms her so real. It still gives me chills to watch it. But this is another favorite of mine too.? She skipped the DVD back to the scene selection menu and made another choice. Now the girl is being taken by the man through a house, she was shown into a bathroom, an old style room with a big gas water heater. He tells her she can wash. She undresses. He’s embarrassed. Then there’s a knock at the door of the house. He’s got a caller. He ties her wrists to the pipes in the bathroom, pushes a face cloth into her mouth and uses the belt of her dressing gown to tie it there as a gag. He leaves her to go the door. She struggles trying to get free. ?Wow,? Hannah said. ?I mean that was so exciting for me when I first saw that. To be feeling that helpless and that close to rescue. My mother wondered why I got so keen on taking baths and how come my face cloth got so chewed up!?

The other girls laughed but Liz felt it was as much a laugh of tension released as one of a real appreciation of the joke.

Hannah went on for a short while showing some of the other scenes and then came to a conclusion. ?Well,? she said, ?that’s the one that did it for me. How about you others??

The rest of the group gave a round of applause. Hannah blushed. Laura said, ?Well thank you Hannah for getting us started. Julia perhaps you’ll tell us about your choice...?

Julia and Hannah changed places and Julia slid her disk into the player. ?I’ve chosen, ‘Secretary’, ? she said. ?Although I have to confess that it’s mainly for the title sequence.? She let it run showing Maggie Gylenhall in tight skirt and white blouse trying to carry out her secretarial tasks with her wrists chained to a long pole that held them out at shoulder level. ?There’s some things I don’t like in this film. I mean James Spader is just a bit too creepy for me and I don’t like the way they imply that it’s all related to the Maggie Gylenhall character’s thing for self-harming but this scene is great and so is the spanking sequence later on.?

Julia chatted on for a while and then let Terry, and the others take their turn. Liz watched in fascination as scenes from Belle De Jour, Raiders of the Lost Ark and Star Wars – Return of the Jedi were played out on the screen. Each of them had fired a spark in one of the girls. While none of them felt that the films had been the cause of their enthusiasms they all felt that their choice had awakened something or just given them a sense of thrill and excitement that had added to an existing interest.

With the last of the films, Laura went out to the kitchen and returned with a jug of coffee, a pot of tea, cups, saucers and plates and the cakes contributed by all the members of the group. They all sat around helping themselves and chatting.

?So, what did you think Liz?? Hannah said.

?It was fun,? she said. ?Like a Tupperware party but a bit stranger, I guess. I suppose I was surprised that there were so many scenes like this in normal everyday films. I mean of course it makes sense when you think about it. It turns up a lot on television. In thrillers or wherever.?

?Yes, there’s always a girl deciding to take a short cut down a dark alley or through a deserted farmyard.?

?And it is quite sexy, isn’t it? I mean when you said about the sense of being helpless but so close to rescue; I could really understand that.?

?I hope we haven’t scared you,? Julia joined in the conversation.

?No, not at all. I can see exactly why you are all so keen on it. Maybe I’ll find a way of giving it a go myself.?

?Well, don’t rush into anything,? Hannah said.

Liz’s First Time

?I thought we should get together after yesterday.? Liz’s tone as she called Hannah was insistent.

?Liz, no one is trying to bounce you into anything. You know that don’t you??

?Yes, of course. Don’t worry. I’m not being ‘bounced’; except maybe by my own enthusiasm!?

?Well, that too. This is just something we do for fun, you know. It’s not like – well – a lifestyle choice or anything.?

?Fun is something I’m in favor of. Look, I really want to talk about this some more. Can I come round??

?Well,? Hannah hesitated for a moment. Liz, in her eagerness didn’t pick up on it. ?Well, all right. Come on. Give me five minutes or so.?

When Liz arrived, she was impressed by what she saw. ?Wow!? she said, ?You look fabulous!? Hannah was dressed in a tight black sweater that fitted closely over her tits, black slacks that clung to her legs and were tucked into short high heeled boots. ?I hope this wasn’t for my benefit.?

Hannah’s dark hair was piled on her head. A strand came loose flicking down across her face. She pushed it back. ?Thanks,? she said. ?And no, sorry to disappoint but it wasn’t for your benefit. Come and look.?

She showed Liz into the corridor and opened the door to the closet. There inside on the floor between the boots and shoes and beneath the coats hanging from the rail above was a helpless Julia. At the sight of Hannah and her guest, Julia growled from behind the scarf that was tied across her mouth. Hannah wagged an admonishing finger at Julia and closed the closet door.

?Look, I didn’t mean to interrupt. You should have said...?

?It’s fine. It won’t hurt her to realize she isn’t the whole center of attention. Come on through to the lounge if you want to chat.?

Liz and Hannah sat down. Liz, looking back towards the door into the hall, said, ?I don’t understand. I thought that Julia did the tying up. How come she’s the one in the closet??

?It’s not as black and white as that,? Hannah answered. ?I suppose we all take our turns at tying and being tied. I think Julia prefers to be tying but sometimes it’s good for her to feel what it’s like to be on the receiving end of things. Which do you think you’ll prefer??

Startled by Hannah’s direct question and not having considered the matter before, Liz stammered a response. ?Errr, well, being tied, of course.?

?Why ‘of course’? You’re an up-front person that likes to take control of things – even if it’s only yourself. I can tell that from the way you’ve approached this whole thing.?

Liz felt embarrassed. ?Well, maybe. I do like to take the initiative if I don’t think things are going my way but I’m not sure that says anything about this. Is she all right in there?? Liz nodded towards the closet in the hall.

Hannah nodded. ?She’s fine. Not too happy but safe enough.?

?So, how do we start??

?You see what I mean about being upfront?? Hannah said, making Liz smile. ?Well, if you wanted to try something simple now, I could tie you up and just let you get the feel of it. I need to go and deal with our friend in the cupboard and it would give you something to do while you wait. How about that??

?OK,? said Liz slowly, realizing that now she was going to have to go through with it but still excited by the prospect of being rendered helpless by this woman in black.

Hannah gave her a reassuring smile. ?I’ve got some rope here that I didn’t use on Julia. Hold your hands out.?

Liz did as she was asked, watching closely as Hannah began to knot and wind the ropes around her wrists. The rope was soft and white against her skin and while Hannah didn’t pull it tightly, Liz could see that she would find it difficult to free herself. Hannah finished off tying Liz’s wrists by threading the rope between her wrists and pulling it around where the strands crossed. As she drew the rope through and knotted it the ropes around her wrists tightened further, locking them together.

?Hey, that’s going to be difficult to shift,? Liz said.

?That’s the idea,? Hannah responded with a smile. ?Now for your ankles. I’ll do the same to them.? As she finished she said to Liz, ?That will do for a start. See how it feels. I’ll go and see what Julia needs.?

With that Hannah stood up and left Liz on the couch. There were a few thumps and bumps from the hall and then all was quiet. Liz tried to test her bonds, finding, to her surprise, that even though her wrists were tied in front of here she really couldn’t do much about it. Certainly she couldn’t get her fingers on the knots that Hannah had buried between her wrists. Then she tried to get at the knot that tied her ankles together. That wasn’t much more successful. She ended up slipping from the couch onto the floor. The effort in trying to reach down and around her ankles was already starting to make her sweat. Then she thought of trying to use her mouth to pick at the knots on her wrists. She knelt up and brought her hands up to her face trying to get her teeth on the elusive knots without success; Hannah had been far too efficient in tying her up. Now she was rolling on the floor in frustration trying to flex her arms and legs in an attempt to loosen the ropes.

All at once Liz realized that she was excited, challenged by the knots, aroused by her inability to free herself and the sensation of the ropes around her wrists and her ankles. In the same moment, she sensed that Hannah had returned. She looked across towards the door and saw Hannah’s spike heeled boots.

?Two problem captives!? Hannah scolded. ?How are you finding that??

?It’s harder to get free than it looks. I thought it would be easy with my hands in front of me but it’s not.?

?Thanks,? said Hannah, happy to accept the complement whether or not it was intended. ?Julia is having the same trouble.?

?I’m not surprised!?

?Maybe not. I’m going to untie you though.? Liz looked disappointed. ?I promised Julia I’d spend time with her today and it’s not fair if I neglect her too much. You’ve had a taste of what this can be like. Go home and think about it. If you want to try some more at our next meeting I’m sure I can fix things for you to come along again.?

?I could just stay here while you and Julia play. You could gag and blindfold me. I wouldn’t be any trouble.?

?I’d make sure that you wouldn’t,? said Hannah in a way that Liz found still more exciting, ?but you would be my responsibility and I don’t want to have two captives to worry about. Go home Liz. We’ll have plenty of chances to play another time.? She set to untying the ropes from Liz’s wrists and ankles.

Liz looked sulky for a moment but then smiled. ?OK,? she said. ?And thank you for this. It’s certainly opened my eyes. I’ll call you.?

?Good,? said Hannah, appreciatively. ?I’m sure we’ll have some fun.?

Chapter 4 : Girl’s Night In

Party Plan

?So how did you get this idea?? Hannah was intrigued by Terry’s suggestion. She, Terry and Liz had bumped into each other at the supermarket and Terry had told them of her idea for a group meeting as they were walking back to the car park.

?Well, I was thinking back to the first meeting Liz came to and how she said she felt it was just like a Tupperware party but a bit stranger. Then I thought well, maybe there’s a party-plan for bondage toys.?

?Surely there can’t be!? Liz exclaimed. ?I mean, I suppose there are places that sell those sorts of things but it’s hardly the sort of thing you’d find on the shopping channels, is it??

?Depends on your cable provider,? Terry giggled. ?You’re right though, it’s not that organized but I spoke to the owner of the shop where I’ve bought the odd thing and he’d be up to coming along to one of our meetings.?

?He?? said Hannah with a concerned look on her face. ?I’m not sure what the other girls will think about that.?

?With seven of us and one of him, I think he’d be the one to be more worried,? Terry said. ?I’m sure they’ll all think it’s OK. He’s a nice man and he knows what he’s talking about. I’ve known him for years.?

They got to their cars. Liz turned to Hannah and Terry and said, ?Well, it sounds like fun to me. If you’ve known him for that long I’m sure it will be OK.?

?Well!? exclaimed Hannah. ?If the others feel like that I guess we’ll go ahead. I’ll call around and see what they say.?

As Hannah was agreeing that she’d put Terry’s idea to the others, Liz burst out laughing. She pointed across the car park to the people busily coming and going, pushing trolleys to their cars, helping kids from their car seats, staggering with bags and packages. ?What on earth would they all say if they knew what we were talking about?? she grinned.

?Probably, ‘Can we join in too?’ if you’re anything to go by.? said Terry, wryly.

?Ouch,? said Liz, with a smile, ?I guess I asked for that.? She pulled open the door of her own car. ?Oh, my! I have to dash. Ben is home early tonight and I’ve done nothing about dinner yet. I hope this idea comes off.?

The other two waved as she drove away.

Sir Geoffery’s Arrival

Hannah found that all of the other group members thought that Terry’s idea sounded like a good one and Terry had no difficulty in persuading her friend to come along.

Terry provided the venue. All the girls’ husbands were off at a football game.

The group was assembled in Terry’s living room, chatting together about almost anything except the anticipated events of the evening as they enjoyed their first glass of wine.

Terry called them to order. ?Settle down, girls. It’s time to start. We are very lucky to have our guest this evening. He has had many years of experience of bondage play and he is the proprietor of ‘Shackles and Tackle’, one of the most successful suppliers of bondage toys and equipment. He also owns and operates the well known BDSM play venue, ‘The Cellar’. I’d like you all to welcome, Sir Geoffrey.?

The girls clapped politely as a man came into the room with an almost embarrassed look on his face. Sir Geoffrey was thin, tall and wearing steel rimmed glasses with blued lenses. Liz guessed that he was in his mid-fifties, perhaps. His hair was grey but there was still plenty of it – he wore it long, pulled back into a pony tail. His skin had the tanned, weather beaten, look of someone that had spent much of their working life out-doors but the care with which he was dressed made him seem more like a banker than a ranch hand. He wore a well cut black suit over a white shirt buttoned to the collar and a black waistcoat with six silver and pearl buttons down the front. The faintly cowboy style of the waistcoat was echoed by the toes of his boots, black leather with silver trim, that Liz could see as he walked towards them.

?Thank you, ladies,? Sir Geoffrey said, touching his finger to the brim of an unseen Stetson in acknowledgment of their welcome. Liz tried to place his accent. Somewhere in the west, she thought, Colorado perhaps, maybe Wyoming. Or perhaps she was being misled by his appearance. She could see him stepping out of a casino in Deadwood.

Terry showed him to a seat and offered him a drink. Sir Geoffrey took some sparkling water and toasted the assembled group. ?It’s very good to be here,? he said. ?I hope you’ll find this interesting. I must confess I’ve not done anything like this before – you ladies are real pioneers, if you don’t mind me saying.? Liz found herself drifting off into fantasies of being dragged from a covered wagon by native American braves and tied to a totem pole while they danced around her. ?Still, I’ve brought along some of the most popular items from our store together with some of the new things we’re working on. You’re welcome to try any of them and I’ll certainly be happy to hear any of your comments.?

Liz was mesmerized by the quiet, polite, tone of his voice. She felt he was staring straight at her, his eyes piercing behind the blued lenses of his spectacle.

?Now, Theresa here,? Sir Geoffrey went on. Terry looked shocked, normally nobody called her by her proper name. ?Theresa says that most of you have had some experience of bondage but that it has mainly involved rope or tape. I thought I’d bring along some of our other products to perhaps open up a few ideas. Is that OK??

The girls, all of them with their attention fixed on their visitor, nodded enthusiastically. Sir Geoffery, smiled, got to his feet and stepped out into the corridor. He returned with a wheeled suit case, sat down again and unzipped the top. ?I wonder if I could prevail on one of you ladies to assist me in this,? he said, peering into the case. ?To model some of these items for us.?

?Go on, Terry,? Laura called.

?No, not me, I’ve got to see to the drinks and things,? Terry demurred. ?How about you Julia??

?Tell you what,? said Julia, not actually refusing but not accepting either, ?I think it should be our newest member. Come on Liz, why don’t you help Sir Geoffery??

Liz looked around at the others. She was nervous but they all seemed to think this was a good idea. In the end she thought, well, if that’s my right of passage, so be it. ?All right,? she said getting to her feet. ?I will. What do you want me to do??

?Excellent,? said Sir Geoffery, offering his hand as Liz came forward to a round of encouraging clapping and stood beside his chair. ?Just stand there for a moment.?

The First Presentation

?Well, where to start?? Sir Geoffery looked pensive for a moment. ?If what you are looking for is to restrain your submissive then this is one of my favorites.? He reached into the case and pulled out a collection of straps and buckles. He turned to Liz, ?Now, if you could just turn around and put your arms behind you.?

Liz felt a scary thrill run through as she did as Sir Geoffery asked. She looked out at the rest of the group as he started to fit the straps around her arms, drawing them firmly into place and buckling the fastenings. The sensation of being strapped into the harness was strange, as each strap was tightened in turn, she felt her arms locked together behind her, as though her arms and hands had been replaced by this rigid single limb, stiffly immobile behind her. The straps from the harness up and around her shoulders forced her to stand with her shoulders back. She felt uncomfortably aware of the fact that this was also throwing her chest forward.

But almost more exciting than the sensation of being bound was the feeling of the stares of the rest of the group on her, watching closely as Sir Geoffery fastened the binder in place. Just as arousing was the realization that while some were watching Sir Geoffery closely, others were watching her and her response to the experience..

?Now this is certainly one of the more expensive toys you might chose to invest in,? said Sir Geoffery, encouraging Liz to spin around so that the girls could see how he had immobilized her. ?This single arm binder works well, as you can see. Each of the buckles here can have a padlock fixed to it for extra security and as is usual on an item like this there is a ring at the end of the sleeve so that the captive can be bent forward by the use of a chain fixed to some overhead point.? Sir Geoffery gripped the ring and lifted. Liz, unable to resist felt herself tip forward.

?Ohh!? she exclaimed, not expecting the ease with which the simple movement threw her off balance.

Sir Geoffery went on. ?But here are some more affordable items.? He looked into his case and took out two carefully tooled and stitched leather bands. ?These have been designed to be used in a number of ways,? he said, slowly unbuckling each of them. ?They can of course be used to secure the wrists or ankles but they are also long enough to be used above the knee. If I may?? He nodded to Liz, showing her the straps.

Liz, almost surprised to be asked for her permission, smiled and said, ?Yes, of course.?

Sir Geoffery bent down and fastened one of the bands around each of her legs. Liz felt a little uncomfortable to have this strange man moving her skirt out of the way and touching her legs, however briefly as he buckled the straps in place. They fitted snugly, Liz thought, not uncomfortable at all. Sir Geoffery hadn’t finished though. With a metallic click Sir Geoffery had fastened the two bands together and Liz found that she couldn’t move her legs at all. A moment later she felt him pulling her arms backwards. A short length of chain fixed the end of her arm binder to the links that connected her leg bands. She felt very helpless indeed.

Quiet Time

?Well,? said Sir Geoffery, ?we have our captive helpless.? Liz wasn’t sure that she liked herself being referred to as ‘our captive’ but Sir Geoffery wasn’t waiting for her to interrupt. ?And next I’d like to look at some ways to keep her quiet.?

He took a wooden box from inside his case and opened it. As he lifted the lid two trays slid smoothly out to display a range of different gags.

?Now what I would like one of you to do is to come and select a gag for Liz here. Then when we’ve fitted it to her you can all try one or more of the others. Who’s going to help me out with Liz??

?I’ll be happy to,? Julia volunteered quickly. Liz looked concerned, worried in case Julia’s jealousy over her encounter was prompting her enthusiasm.

?In which case,? said Sir Geoffery, ?please select one of these for our helper here.?

?Hmm,? said Julia looking at the range of devices laid out on their trays. ?So many choices. But I think this one looks as though it will do the job.? She picked up a wire frame with a cruel looking ratchet attached to it.

?Aha,? said Sir Geoffery, with approval, ? a medical gag. The Hodgkinson. An interesting choice. If you just slide that between her lips.? Liz could not resist as Julia, with a cool as a cucumber look on her face, pushed the metal frame into place. ?And then if you work that lever. You’ll find the gag spreads her mouth open as far as you like – or at least as far as she can go!? Liz gave a cry in the back of her throat as the gag stretched her mouth wider than she had ever thought it could go. ?Probably far enough,? said Sir Geoffery. ?Thank you. Now, as I said, a most interesting choice. Mostly gags are selected for their sound muffling qualities but this is one of the most humiliating for the captive to wear. The mouth is held open, the jaw soon begins to ache and, I’m afraid, the captive does tend to drool. They do look and, I must say, feel rather foolish.? Liz gave a whimpering objection, the sound catching in her throat as she tried to swallow her saliva in a fruitless attempt to prove him wrong. ?Now perhaps you’d all like to come a chose one to try for yourselves.

The girls came forward in a group, bustling around the helpless and embarrassingly silenced Liz. Each of them picked up one of the gags and made her way back to her seat.

?Please, put them on ladies,? Sir Geoffery asked.

One by one they did so. Hannah fitted a ball gag in place, Julia a rubber bit. Laura had chosen an head harness with a built in leather strap across the mouth while Cassie, to the rest of the group’s raucous comments, had picked one shaped like a penis that fitted deep into her mouth. Terry had found an inflatable gag that fitted behind the teeth and filled her mouth until her cheeks bulged. The other medical gag and a ring gag had been left in the box.

Liz, conscious of how absurd she felt still couldn’t help thinking that the assembled group of women looked unbelievably bizarre. All six of them, dressed in their normal every day clothes, were sitting in a semi circle looking towards Sir Geoffery and all six were silenced in one way or another at their own hands.

Sir Geoffery folded his arms and said, ?Well it’s normally at this point in the presentation that I ask if there are any questions....?

The noises that the girls made in response to Sir Geoffery’s joke hardly constituted laughter but that was what they intended.

?Seriously though,? he went on. ?That’s probably enough from me. Why don’t you come and have a look at the other things that I’ve got in my case here. I’m very happy to let you try them out. And, of course you’ll always be welcome at The Cellar. And in the mean time, can you thank my lovely assistant here – and then perhaps I can relieve her discomfort.?

The girls all started clapping. Terry released the valve on her own gag and was the first to speak. ?Well thank you, Sir Geoffery, I think I can speak for us all,? she looked around at the others, all still wearing their various silencers, ?I think I have to speak for us all! That was great fun. Thank you very much indeed.?

Liz looked at Julia’s smirking grin. Although she hadn’t minded Sir Geoffery’s attentions, she wasn’t so sure that the rest had been fun at all.

? 2011 Freddie Clegg

All characters fictitious.