The Elevator

[maddie]

He watched her survey his apartment. He'd seen countless women come in and do the same thing. He wondered, fleetingly, if she'd ask to try some of the equipment and felt a rush of excitement over the thought of tying her up and teasing her. He prided himself on his professionalism, never allowing himself to become emotionally involved with clients. A few years before, for about six months, he'd been involved in a relationship with a submissive, but it had ended and he hadn't really minded. He'd kept himself busy enough to not mind the lack of any real relationship, but now he found himself feeling a little longing. He hadn't looked for another submissive, mostly because he decided that the whole dominant/submissive thing wasn't as exciting to him as bondage.

"Would you like a glass of wine? Or water?" he asked.

"Water would be fabulous," she said. He disappeared into another room and she looked around some more. He returned shortly with two glasses of water, handed one to her and motioned her to the sofa. He sat on a chair across from her. They drank, and he could sense her discomfort.

"At least the snow has finally stopped," he said. Small talk usually eased the nerves of clients. "I heard that the City figures they'll have the streets clear by the morning."

She nodded and placed her glass on a coaster she'd spotted on the table between the two of them. "At least tomorrow is Saturday and I can enjoy the snow in the park, maybe."

They chatted for a few minutes and, when he sensed that she'd relaxed, he used a lull in the conversation to offer to show her the room.

She blushed slightly. "I'd like that," she said softly. They stood and she followed him to a door on the other side of the room.

He flicked on the light and she could see that the room was well-stocked. There was a wooden chair in the middle of the room, something that looked like a doctor's exam table only it had restraints attached to it, and, along the walls, iron rings at various heights, with restraints on chains near the floor under each set. On one wall was a giant X made of wood with restraints attached to it. She felt a rush of excitement just being in the room. On either side of the door were two large cabinets. He let her wander around the room, watched her slowly reach out to touch a few of the things. She paused by the chair and turned around to look at him.

"So, this is where you work." She waved her arm around and smiled.

"Yes. This is where I work. At least part of the time. When I write, I use the computer in my bedroom." He turned to one of the cabinets and opened it. She walked over to examine the contents.

Inside, he had a neatly organized collection of items to use for restraints: handcuffs, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, scarves, long pieces of fabric and leather, and some blindfolds. She picked up one of the long pieces of leather and said, "What do you do with this?"

Will watched her examine it and said, "I use that to tie someone to the chair." He proceeded to explain the uses for several of the other items, those used to bind his more flexible clients near the elbows, restraints specially made for hogties, and so on. Then, he moved over to the other cabinet and opened the doors. She followed.

Inside the second cabinet were items she didn't recognize at all. She looked at him questioningly.

"This shelf has gags. These are ball gags, those are ring gags. And that's bondage tape. It's specially made so it doesn't hurt coming off." He showed her single sleeve gloves, crops, whips, and a variety of vibrators, dildos and butt plugs (he noticed her frown over the latter and made a note to avoid those if she wanted to experiment with him). He explained that he kept everything thoroughly sanitized and showed her the sanitizing machine he had in the adjoining bathroom.

She perched herself on the exam table. He sat backwards on the chair and looked at her. "So. Any questions?"

She laughed. She thought for a moment, frowned a little, then said, "So you really prefer just bondage?"

He was a bit taken aback by the question, having expected something different. "Yes," he said simply. "I do. I love the art of restraining someone in a way that they're reasonably comfortable, but completely unable to move."

She nodded thoughtfully and looked away. She seemed to want to say something more, but didn't. He took a chance and said, "Have you ever thought about this sort of thing?"

Their eyes locked and he knew the answer. "Yes," she said softly.

[maddie]

She got up from the table and walked around the room, again briefly touching some of the items. He made a note of what she lingered over and what she avoided. She stopped behind him and he sat still.

"When I was a kid," she said slowly, "there were a bunch of kids on the street around my age. Mostly boys, which meant anytime we played any kind of game that involved a damsel in distress, I was the damsel. I always liked those games."

She hesitated and he could hear her moving around behind him. Finally, she reappeared to his side, gazing intently at the St. Andrew's cross on the wall. "When I was a teenager and began to watch movies or shows on TV that involved somebody being tied up or threatened, I began to notice that I was very interested in it. It took me a while before I realized that it made me excited to see someone get tied up."

She walked back to the exam table and sat down again, but avoiding his eyes. "My ex made me feel like I was defective or weird when I mentioned it to him. He made me feel ashamed. I hated him for that."

He stood up and walked over to her. He put his hands on her shoulders. She looked up at him. "You're not defective. We're all wired differently." He shrugged. "Some of us just got wired so that this sort of thing turns us on."

She nodded. He sat next to her, close, but not touching her. They sat in silence for a few minutes. Finally, he said, "If you ever want to try something, let me know. No charge."

She looked at him. "Really?"'

"Sure."

She hesitated.

"Are you doing anything tonight?" she asked.

He laughed and stood up. He turned toward her and looked her square in the eye. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Yes, I am."

"OK. Wait here."

It felt to Alison like he'd been gone an eternity, but he returned after less than a minute, carrying a clipboard with a piece of paper on it. He showed her a list of things that he could do and they talked over the various activities, so he could get an idea of what she'd be willing to do, what she wanted, and what she wasn't interested in at all.

"OK," he said when they were done. They established a hand signal and a safe word.

"OK. I'm going to leave the room and look over our checklist. I'll give you three minutes to strip down to your underwear. When I come back into the room, I will be in charge and you will do as I say. I will not hurt you, I will not leave you unattended while you are gagged, and I will stop if you tell me. You need to let me know if I hurt you as I'm putting you in any of the restraints. Agreed?" She nodded, and he left the room.

Alison quickly stripped to her underwear and neatly folded her clothing, tucking it away on the floor near one of the cabinets. She spent the remaining time looking around the room again. She didn't hear him open the door, and, as he walked in, he saw her staring again at the St. Andrew's cross. He knew they wouldn't use that on the first night; he doubted she had any experience being tied up properly and didn't want to scare her away.

"Sit on the chair, Alison."

She turned, smiled, then saw he wasn't smiling and hurried to sit on the chair. He took a blindfold, a scarf, the long strip of leather she'd asked about earlier, and matching leather wrist and ankle restraints from the cabinet. He slipped the blindfold over her head, adjusting it so that he was confident she couldn't see anything. He could feel her tense slightly, and put a hand on her shoulder. She relaxed almost immediately, nodding slightly. He put the wrist cuffs on, pulled her arms behind her, and hooked them together. The ankle cuffs were hooked to small rings on the legs of the chair.

"Are you comfortable?" She nodded once. Her checklist showed a low interest in pain or dominant/submissive activities. He was pleased that she had similar tastes to his, preferring the simple act of bondage. He walked around her, admiring her slender body. She wore a push-up bra, he noticed, but he didn't think she needed it. He paused to play with her shoulder-length auburn hair. She sighed a little, almost cooing.

He'd positioned her on the chair so that he could easily insert a vibrator. He picked up a small one off the shelf, one that wouldn't be uncomfortable while she sat down. He walked over to her kneeled between her legs, and used one hand to move her underwear to the side, the other to insert the vibrator. He was pleased to see she was already very wet.

Alison gasped as he touched her, then again when he used the remote to turn the vibrator on at its lowest setting. It was only a matter of about a minute before she felt an orgasm coming on, only to be denied when he shut the vibrator off. She sat on the chair, panting, and slightly slumped over. He waited a minute or so, then turned it on again for about thirty seconds, then turned it off. She was surprised when he unhooked her arms and ankles.

He helped her stand, let her stand for a minute, then guided her over to a corner where he'd placed a mat on the floor by some long lengths of rope. Will told her to kneel and she did. He told her to lie down and, after slight hesitation, she did. He reattached the wrist restraints behind her, and clipped the ankle restraints together. He let her lay there for a little, then told her to bend her knees.

Before Alison knew it, he'd hogtied her and attached her wrists and ankles to the ropes attached to the wall. It took some pressure off her shoulders, but made it seem a little more scary. She was definitely nervous about this, but he was a professional, she told herself, and he would be careful with her. Fleetingly, she thought about how nobody knew she'd gone to see him and about how he had her tied up so well that she couldn't possibly get out. The realization, instead of scaring her more, made her all the more excited.

When he knew she'd settled into the position, Will clicked on the vibrator. Alison had forgotten about it and it startled her. For the next ten minutes, he teased her with it, turning it on and bringing her close to orgasm, then turning it off. By the end of the ten minutes, she was moaning loudly. He decided to leave her tied up for a little while and went off to refill their glasses of water.

By the time he'd returned, her breathing had calmed. He was surprised to find himself aroused by the sight of her. He'd been doing this for long enough that he'd learned to control himself when he worked. But this isn't work, he thought. She's not a client. But I can't fuck her on the first date.

He closed his eyes and tried to clear his brain. It took a few minutes, but his erection subsided and he decided she'd been in the hogtie position long enough. He unhooked the ropes and the clasps, releasing her arms and legs. He massaged her shoulders and she moaned again. He reached down and removed the vibrator. She felt strangely hollow for a moment.

He helped her roll over, then eventually stand. He guided her to the exam table and had her lay down. He'd decided this would be the last part of the evening; he didn't want to scare her away. He watched as Alison made herself comfortable, then removed the restraints on her wrists and ankles. He moved her limbs so that he could restrain her using the devices on the table.

He left the room for a few minutes. When he came back in, he picked up a small ball gag and walked over to the table. He said, "Alison, I'm going to gag you now. It shouldn't hurt, but it might be a little uncomfortable at first. I need you to lift your head and open your mouth."

She complied and he slipped the gag into her mouth, then secured the strap behind her head. He watched as she adjusted to it, then sat on the chair in the room for a few minutes wile she lay on the table. He decided to tighten the restraints so she couldn't move. He used a belt attached to the tale that cinched over her stomach. He allowed her to adjust to that, then got a larger vibrator from the cabinet. He lifted her hips and pulled her panties down. She was so wet, the vibrator went in easily. She shifted uncomfortably at first; it was the largest thing that had ever been inside her.

He clicked it on and she was in heaven. It felt soooooooo good. Not enough to make her have an orgasm, but just really good. Then he turned another dial and she realized that the vibrator had another piece outside, one that rested on her clit. She jerked against the restraints and he could hear her muffled moaning grow louder. It took just a short time and she came in a great, thunderous wave of ecstasy. He turned off the vibrator and waited until she'd stopped moving before removing the gag.

When she'd caught her breath, he undid her restraints and removed her blindfold. He cranked up the table so her upper body was slightly elevated. She waited a few minutes before opening her eyes. Finally, she looked at him.

He panicked. Had he gone too far? Would she think he was horrible? He hadn't done much to her at all, yet he feared he'd lose her just as he was realizing that she might be someone he could have a relationship with someday. But then she smiled.

"Again."