Liberating Restraint Part 1  

five_speed 41M
3250 posts
10/19/2005 1:09 am

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Liberating Restraint Part 1

She locked her makeup case and purse in the briefcase and climbed out of her car. She smoothed her knee-length skirt and checked her jacket and blouse for lint or paper scraps that always seemed to hitch a ride on her business suits when she left the office. Satisfied that all was ready, she walked up the small hill to his house. She loved and hated the walk. She knew he was up there, behind the curtains in the darkness, watching every move she made, every step she took. It excited her and unnerved her all at once. And of course he knew what the walk did to her. It was the entire reason he refused to let her park beside the house.

It wouldn’t be official until she completed the Relinquishment, but for all practical purposes, he was in control the moment she stepped onto his side walk. It took 67 seconds to cross the expanse of yard that lay between her car and his front door ‒ 67 seconds to wonder what fate awaited behind that solid oak door, what he would do to her once she was behind those heavy curtains ‒ 67 seconds to walk out of her world and into his.

Anticipation slithered down her spine, butterflied through her belly and swirled down into her crotch, stirred her heat, drew out her wetness. By the time she reached for the doorbell, her panties were soaked, just as he expected, just as he intended.

She rang the door bell only once, even though he sometimes made her wait a full five minutes on his doorstep before he opened the door. The wait was worse than the walk, but she had learned the hard way to never ring the bell more than once.

He did not make her wait this time. The door opened as soon as she rang. He waited on the other side, a step away from the open door, giving her room to enter.

“Come in” he said. He turned and walked away from her as she entered. She closed the door behind her and followed him through the dark house as he made his way to the Room.

The Room was small, barely 25x25 feet, with a dropped ceiling that swooped down to loom only eight feet above the dark, cold marble floor that was waxed and polished to a mirror shine. All four walls and the entire ceiling were mirrored as well. She felt as if she were standing inside a disco ball, with all the mirrors pointing inward. A luxurious, deep chair occupied the middle of the room. A leather couch rested against the left wall. A small bed on an iron frame and a black chest of drawers were pushed against the wall directly across from the door. A huge LCD TV rested in the center of the right wall. It held an image of her, a picture he had taken of her only moments before as she walked up the hill. She looked so professional in her dark skirt and matching coat, like a doctor or a lawyer. The screen illuminated the room with her respectable image. It was the only light source.

He walked to one side of the big screen. She followed behind and stopped on the opposite side. Pointing at her face on the screen, he asked,

“What is that?”

“My lips,” she replied.

“And these?” he asked, pointing to her chest.

“My breasts,” she said.

He pointed to the front of her skirt on the TV “What do you have under here?”

“My kitten,” she said.

“And what about back here?” he pointed the image’s backside.

“That’s my bum,” she said.

He raised a doubting eyebrow and crossed his massive arms.

“They’re yours, are they?”

She nodded. “Yes,” she said, “they are.”

He looked back to the image as if he were assessing a painting in a gallery. “And what do you intend to do with these things?”

She said “I can do anything I want with them. I can even give them away if I want.”

He returned his judging eyes to her three dimensional body.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes I am,” she said. Her pulse raged in her throat, throbbed in her temples, pounded like a bass drum below her waist. These were her last moments of independence. She cherished them at the same time she wished them to be over.

He walked to the chest beside the bed and retrieved her hair clips, collar, wrist bands, and ankle shackles. He walked to the chair and sat down.

“Very well,” he said. “Let’s begin.”

bulging_boy 49M

10/19/2005 3:42 am

Thank the lord Lukes competition ends tomorrow

DefiniteTrouble 50F

10/19/2005 4:41 am

You're such a tease. I can't wait to read the rest! Um...I'm "ruined" for the day. Need a muse?

DefiniteTrouble 50F

10/19/2005 11:40 am

<~~~ Intends on being his manager, Jez. So gifted and talented. And quite the writer as well. (Hey, I didn't say what I was going to manage now did I?)

dano6332 56M

10/19/2005 1:28 pm

This is really good five. You paint a wonderful mental picture

sexymermaid6956 63F
26393 posts
10/19/2005 3:38 pm

wow what a visual..can not wait to read the rest...a gifted man with words,,,mmmm..


Seduce my mind and my body

five_speed 41M

10/19/2005 11:16 pm

Bulging, one more set up post, and then we get to the really juicy stuff.

DT, I am always “up” for some inspiration.

Jez, thank you for your support. I look forward to toasting success with everyone. We’ll have to organize a party when I get my book deal.

DT, the talent usually gets fucked over by the management…. I think I’m in a win-win situation here….

Dano, I am glad you can see it so clearly. I must be doing something right.

Sexymermaid, welcome to the story! Thank you for your support. The rest is cumming.

bulging_boy 49M

10/19/2005 11:57 pm

mate! one more setup post then my pants will be the juicy stuff.

dawndirtymind 42F
370 posts
10/20/2005 12:27 am

Ah, hell...Here we go again! First you make me wait for each Shadow chapter and now you're teasing me again with this wonderfully written, juicy tidbit? Meanie!
It's great and like always, can't wait to see the rest!

(Juan S)
2642 posts
10/20/2005 2:55 am

Ruh Roh...

five_speed 41M

10/20/2005 1:01 pm

bulging, that's an image I could have done without. Thanks for the follow up anyways...

Dawn, I will do my very best to keep the words flowing as regularly as possible. I'm eating lots of fiber and fruit! That should help!

Sizzle, like, ZOINKS!

bulging_boy 49M

10/20/2005 7:04 pm

Are you sure? You grabbed it with both hands and ran away laughing.


Guess I shouldn't have wrapped it then. You probably thought it was a present for your blog birthday.

DefiniteTrouble 50F

10/20/2005 8:32 pm

When you look at it that way, I suppose you are in a win-win situation. Then again, so am I.

five_speed 41M

10/21/2005 1:01 am

bulging, that's even more disgusting.

DT, make Bulging stop. He's scaring me.

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