Unwilling (8 page)

I kissed her back.

It was the nicest kiss I'd ever had.

When she pulled away, I looked up at her, blinking my eyes. "I wanted you to have a pleasant kis
s from a woman," she explained.

While I made dinner, she put together a list. Over dinner, she showed it to me. "This is a list of things around the house I've been meaning to do."

"You made me a honey do list?"

She smiled at me. "More like a slave do list."

I set the list aside. "You're telling me more than the things you want your servant to do."

Alex looked away for a moment then turned back to face me. "We've been treating our time together like a series of dates."

"I have enjoyed our dates," I told her, grinning.

"I have, too." She paused.

"I wanted to ask you something," I interjected before she could continue her thought. "When we started this you told me you would let me pick ten toys that you wouldn't use on me. I presume you have more than the whip you used the first night I was here."

"Yes. It's not a whip, really. It's a riding crop."

"Oh," I said.

"I mostly use it like a prop. For pointing and touching. But it has the potential of offering a pretty serious swat if I decide to."

"Like the one you gave me?"

"That was a love tap," she told me. "I was just getting your attention."

"When are you going to show me the rest of your toys?"

"I'm not."

"Oh." I thought about it. "Why not?"

"Because if I show them to you I'm going to want to use some of them."

We ate quietly for a while before I told her, "For every item on this list that I complete to your satisfaction, I would like you to show me one of your toys and explain how you use it."

She looked me in the eye. "You are playing with fire."

"I'll let you use some."

"What?"

"If you promise not to hurt me too much."

"Why?"

"I'm trying to understand," I told her. "I am trying to understand you. And I'm trying to understand my own reactions to the stories you've been making me read to you. I want to understand what it is you like to do."

"All right. One toy for each completed item on the list. Who picks which ones I get to use?"

"At first, I do," I said. "Which means you'll have to think carefully about which ones you show me, lest I be too afraid to let you touch me with them."

She laughed.

I cleaned the kitchen then read through the honey do list again. She had listed as two items pulling the stove from the wall and cleaning behind it and doing the same with the refrigerator.
I found her in the living room and told her, "I don't know if I can move the stove and refrigerator by myself." She helped me pull them out.

It was gross behind each of them, but I cleaned as well as I could. Alexandra peeked behind them before we pushed them back into place. It was after nine. "Two," I said.

She smiled. "Clean yourself up and get ready for bed. Wear a bathrobe but be naked underneath."

"Yes, Alexandra."

Ten minutes later and I was in her bedroom with her. She looked at me. "Sit on the bed." I sat and she looked at me again. "All right. Toys come in two basic types. The first type is used to restrain you. The second type is used to give you some sort of sensation."

"Well then," I suggested. "Perhaps you could show me a good example of each type."

She walked to her dresser and opened a drawer. "I keep some things in here. The rest are in the closet." She pulled something out then hid it behind her back before she walked over to me. "I have a pair of restraints. I am going to wrap them around your wrists."

"I get to pick which ones you use on me," I told her. "Please."

"If I don't attach them to anything, these are little more than rather odd bracelets," she said. "Please hold out your wrists, Melissa."

I looked up at her before meekly holding out my wrists to her. She took her hands from behind her back. She wrapped a piece of thick, thick cloth around my wrist. It secured in place with velcro. She wrapped my other wrist the same way. I looked at them then up at her. "They don't look very threatening."

"I can attach them together, like this." She did something and I found my wrists clipped together as if I were wearing handcuffs. "Pull apart, see how secure it is. Try to get free."

I pulled and twisted, but my wrists remained bound.

"If you tried, you could unlatch yourself," she said. "You can probably reach this and unclip it." She pointed to the short piece of metal between the two cuffs. She unclipped it then moved around to my side and said, "I want to clip your arms behind you now. Will you let me?"

"Will you let me go?"

"Yes."

"All right."

She pulled my wrists behind me and clipped them together. "You could still free yourself," she said. "It might take you a few minutes. It would only take a few seconds with practice.
" She paused. "If I were semi-serious about this, I would clip them with something that locked."

"Semi-serious?"

"You can probably undo the velcro if you were motivated."

She reached behind me and unclipped my wrists. "I could clip these to a loop on your jeans, if you were wearing any," she said. "Or I can use some sort of tie and tie you to the bed with your arms spread. Depending upon how I do it, the only way for you to free yourself with these cuffs is if you can undo the velcro. If I left you alone long enough, you could get free. If I'm watching you, you probably couldn't."

I looked at her and thought about it. "Do it."

"Seriously?"

"If I ask, will you release me?"

"Yes."

"Then do it."

She smiled at me before walking back to her dresser. She returned after just a moment holding a bundle of cloth straps. "Lean against the headboard," she said. "I'll do this so it's comfortable."

I crawled backwards so my back was to the headboard, adjusting the pillows behind me so I was comfortable. She walked to my left and showed me that she had two straps. They had a clip on both end. She clipped one end to the cuff on my wrist, wrapped it once around a loop in the headboard, then clipped the other end to the cuff. I had a lot of slack, but then she did something which shortened the strap, drawing my wrist against the headboard. She smiled at she walked to the other side of the bed and treated my left wrist the same way. I tugged experimentally against the restraints.

"It would take me about twenty seconds to get free from that," she said. "It's about the least secure way I could have done this."

"Why did you do it this way then?"

"To avoid scaring you."

I struggled for a bit then fiddled with a buckle on one of the straps. She stood watching me while I figured out how to release myself.

"Do it right," I told her once my wrists were free again.

She nodded and used the same straps, but she attached them differently to the headboard before pulling them taut. This time I couldn't reach the little buckle she had used to shorten the straps. I struggled with it for a while before looking at her.

"You can still get free," she said. "You either have to snag the velcro somehow, maybe reach with your teeth, if you can lean that far. Or you might be able to unclip the strap from the
tether. If I weren't willing to let you get free, I might use a small lock to secure the tether or another pair of cuffs that lock and are inescapable by most people."

She watched while I tried to free myself from the cuffs. I only worked at it for a minute or two. She reached over and patted my leg. "You'd get free eventually, if I left you alone to work on it." She paused. "Do you want me to release you?"

"You can show me the other toy first," I told her.

"All right," she said, walking to her dresser. She returned in just a moment with what looked like a big woolen mitten on her hand.

"What is that?"

"Exactly what it looks like," she said. "It's a big woolen mitten."

"What is it for?"

"Just for touching you. Will you let me show you? I'll stop if you ask me to stop."

"All right," I said.

She walked closer to me and began to caress my foot with the mitten. It tickled and I pulled away. She smiled. "If I were serious, I would have secured your legs first. Please put it back."

"It tickled."

"Trust me."

Slowly I gave her back my foot. She looked at me. "It's going to tickle, but don't pull away, all right?"

I nodded.

She began touching my foot, and it tickled, but I realized it felt nice, too. I closed my eyes.

She caressed my leg, stopping just above my knee. That felt good, too. "That's nice," I told her.

"I know. This is something you would use on me, too. It can be pretty intense after a while." She paused. "I want to get a little more intimate. Will you allow it?"

I opened my eyes and looked at her. "Not. Um. Down there."

"No." She stared at my chest. "I promise you'll like it."

I licked my lips. "That's what I'm afraid of."

She opened my robe, watching my face while she did it. I'd been naked around her so much I wasn't embarrassed by it anymore.

"Melissa," she said. "Close your eyes and let me do this as long as I want."

"All right," I said.

I closed my eyes, and I felt the wool mitten slowly slide up the outside of my leg, then cross my pelvis. I jumped. I tickled. She teased my belly button for a moment, then moved up and began to gently caress my right nipple.

"Oh god!" I started to squirm nearly immediately. "Stop."

She pulled away instantly. I opened my eyes and looked at her. "That's intense."

"Let me keep going," she said.

"Oh god."

"You'll like it."

"I know. But after that, no more, okay?"

"Your face. Then no more."

"All right." I closed my eyes. She began brushing my face with the wool. It felt odd, not as intense. It was calming. I liked it.

"That's not the same at all," I told her.

"No, it's not. Now I'm going to drive you crazy. Please try to enjoy it."

She moved down to my nipple again, brushing the rough wool back and forth. I felt the nipple engorge instantly and began squirming.

"Oh god!"

She switched to the left nipple and had that one engorged in just moments as well. She spent several minutes with the mitten, caressing both breasts and teasing my nipples like crazy. I couldn't stop squirming. Finally she pulled away.

I realized I'd been panting with my mouth open. I got myself back under control and looked at her.

"It can be used for back rubs, too," she said. "But it is still intense and is best when you really are trying to work someone up."

She took the mitten off and set it on the bed next to me then reached up and released my wrist. She leaned over me to release the other, then collected all the restraints and put them away. She left the mitten where it was. I picked it up and began touching my skin with it. I looked at her. "It was more fun when you were doing it."

She smiled. "And when you can't stop me."

"That made it especially intense."

I handed her the mitten and she put it away.

"We have a new rule," she told me. "You may not touch any of my toys without permission."

"Yes, Alexandra."

She nodded, climbed out of her own clothing, took my bathrobe from me, turned off the lights, and climbed into bed with me, wrapping me in her arms.

"What did you think, Slave?"

I wriggled at her and found a comfortable position. "I think I'm starting to understand, but I also think you showed me the kiddy toys."

She laughed. "True."

"I suspect my reaction to some of the others won't be as positive."

"Not if we were to jump to them." She paused. "People like to turn up the fires. What seems intense now can seem plain later on."

"Hypothetically speaking, if I asked you to do what you wanted to me, would you be bored with the kiddy toys?"

"Would you let me secure you completely?"

"Yes. That didn't seem too much at all."

"The toys are for your enjoyment. I would only use the ones you wanted me to use. I can drive you crazy with any of them. I get my kick from the restraints and from your submission."

Thursday night after dinner I cleaned the laundry room downstairs. It was the only thing I got done off the list. When I found Alexandra, she had her laptop on her lap in the living room. I knelt in front of her. "The laundry room is clean," I told her.

"One toy?"

I nodded.

"I need a few more minutes," she said. "Meet me in the bedroom, kneeling while wearing the bathrobe."