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A Personal Present
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After checking the kitchen
clock, he poured himself another cup of coffee. He had plenty of time
before the interview, so he wanted to make the most of his free time.
A weekday morning at home was such a rare occurrence. He still thought it was weird
that the recruiters insisted on a meeting at his residence, citing a dire
need for secrecy. Since the
company had an excellent reputation, and their offer sounded more than
interesting, he was willing to play along.
Given the current economic climate, he supposed they had every
right to be paranoid. Coincidentally, today was
his birthday. His friends had organized a party in the evening; since
the interview was scheduled for late morning, he had decided to take the
whole day off. A big present to himself. He fired up his notebook
to check his email. He had just begun responding to a few “happy birthday”
messages when the doorbell rang. Too early for his potential employer.
He opened the door to a Federal Express boy, almost completely hidden
by a huge cardboard box. “Sign here, please.” Back inside, he searched
for the sender’s address but all he could find was a PO Box number in
the city. Intrigued, he cautiously cut through the duct tape and opened
the front panels. In an instant, the smell told him what was inside before
he saw the color of it. Leather. Anxiety building, he parted the cellophane
papers protecting the content. Leather indeed. And in its most exciting
format, too. He took the black mitten
out. Nice item. With a D-ring that could be fixed to the base of the mitten
once it was folded over and the hand inside turned into an inescapable
fist. He felt his heart pace accelerate. Who the hell knew his secret?
Oh, plenty of people over the Net knew he was a bondage freak. He had
written enough stories to make sure they did. His library counter had
now hit the 400.000 mark and his work was an acclaimed reference within
the bdsm community. However those people only knew his pen name and certainly
not his real life address. In reverse, his real life friends and relatives
did not know about his secret life on the darker side of sex. Unless…
He mentally made a list of his friends, his male friends mainly, and tried
to guess who could be on the bus too. Someone who would know both sides
of him. He shivered at the thought that such a person existed and he was
incapable of finding who it was. He went back to the box and
started to empty its content methodically. There might be a note inside,
or at least a clue. Jeez, whoever it was, the sender knew what he liked. Three pairs of leather cuffs, in three different sizes. A waist
belt with useful D-rings. A black hood, complete with a blindfold and
an inflatable gag. A posture collar. He felt like a young boy on a Christmas
morning. Hidden under another layer of cellophane, he found a leather
waist clincher. Small size. And, even better, a wonderful armbinder with
five large buckles that made the zipper deliciously redundant. At the
bottom of the box, he undigged a plastic bag with a pair of tweezer clamps,
another one with two dildoes and a butt plug, and finally various coils
of ropes and twines. An amazing treasure and still
no clue as to who had sent it to him. He turned the box upside down to
make sure he hadn’t overlooked anything, and a tiny box fell on the floor.
There was a small key inside. Yet he couldn’t find any matching padlock.
Nevermind. At the sight of all these toys scattered on the floor, his
imagination ran wild. Too bad he had no one to play with, he sighed. His
last long-term affair had ended bitterly more than a year ago, and after
six months of one-night-stands with subs he had met in various chat rooms,
he had decided he’d had enough of them. He was dating vanilla now - which
he found had a sweet taste after all - and was trying to forget his worst
instincts by writing about them. So, if anything, all that bondage stuff
would be useful in his story writing. Once again, he inventoried
his new toys and dreamed of the thousand possibilities of using them.
He tried the hood on. Marvelous piece. Checked the size of the cuffs around
his ankles, his thighs, his elbows. Obviously they would fit better on
a woman. He was playing with the tweezer clamps when the door bell rang
again. 10.00 am sharp. He threw everything back into the box, hid it in
the hallway and went to open the door. A young woman stood on the
threshold, with an embarrassed look on her face. “Hi, good morning. I’ve been
sent by Bonds & Shares”. She spoke too quickly and couldn’t keep her
hands still. “There’s been an unforeseen event. They gave me this for
you”. She handed him a letter. “Do you mind if I use your
bathroom while you read it?”. Things started to become
clearer at the same time as they got more complicated. This was some sort
of set up and the box was the present. Wait a minute. TWO presents?? He was increasingly confused
when he heard someone cough slightly. Oh, of course, she was still there.
He looked up and dropped the letter which silently landed on the carpeted
floor. She stood in front of him.
Naked. But that was not even what made him gasp in disbelief. She had
gagged herself. And she kept her hands in her back. Even without seeing
them, he knew they were cuffed. And he knew where the key
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