Leather and Lace: Part 1 "Have Another Serving of BDSM Bondage" (BDSM Discoveries Series) (2 page)

Lia assured her for the next few minutes that she wasn't weird, that Mark was open minded, that the outfits she bought weren't freaky, and she looked great in them, and she should at least tell him. Diane wasn't so sure.

As they talked, and continued to drink, Lia began pressing for more information. Diane was reluctant at first, but after a while began telling her friend some of the more lurid details she had fantasized.

"Leather and men, not man, but men, and more"

Diane blushed at first, but Lia was a friend for many years, and the embarrassment wore off after hearing her say they shared many of the same thoughts and that Lia had actually tried some of the things she had been thinking.

"Really??"

Diane's eyes flared wide.

"Yes"

Lia stated matter-of-factly.

"It was great! Not something for everyday, but once in a while I loved it!"

"Two guys. Wow! What did Charles think?"

Diane was now the interrogator.

"He seemed to really enjoy it. I did have to give him a special night later. Well, I did not have to, but I wanted to, and I think that made it all right. All right enough that we did it again a few months later."

Lia was the one blushing now.

"I don't want it to happen in a planned way though"

Diane's speech was slurred a little.

"I want it to be a surprise. I want . . . Oh Hi Honey!"

Diane blurted out as Mark walked up.

"Come on Di, we need to get home."

Mark bent and took her by the arm, gently helping her to her feet. Mark spoke to Lia, and gave her a tiny cheek kiss good night and the two eased towards the door. Once in the car, Diane felt rather sleepy. Leaning on the headrest, Mark told her he would be right back. Mark said he had forgotten something, and would be right back. Diane did not remember the ride home, she felt him undressing her in their bedroom, and placing her on the sheets and pulling the blanket over her. Morning came shining rudely through their window, and Diane could hear Mark in the shower. She got up, and peeked in the bathroom and spied his cute little butt through the glass stall doors and smiled as she headed into the other bathroom.

The sizzle and pop of the eggs snapped Diane back to the kitchen. Mark came in, took a seat, opened the paper and sipped his coffee. Diane made their plates and took a seat across from him and they ate. They talked about the night before, and how Diane did not really remember much about the latter part of the night. She remembered talking to Lia, but wouldn't say what they had been talking about for the three hours or so they sat together.

"Three hours!?"

Diane couldn't believe what Mark had said.

"Yes dear, you two sat there jabbering and giggling for three hours."

Mark insisted that he had watched them and let them talk saying "it looked like you needed to talk". As Mark finished off his coffee, he stood walked around the table, grabbed his briefcase, kissed Diane on the cheek and told her he would be late due to a meeting of the partners.

"I made reservations for you at Donatello's for 8pm. I will try to be there, but if I don't make it, I will meet you here no later than 10. I have to stop here before my meeting, if I don't make it to dinner, I will try to leave a note on the door with instructions."

Mark closed the door with a quick "I love you". Diane did not have a chance to ask about the "instructions" It was an odd choice of words Diane thought. She dismissed it and cleaned up the kitchen. The day followed its predictable pattern. Diane straightened up the house and late in the afternoon she dressed for dinner. Diane was practiced at heading out to dinner alone. Mark tried his best to make his dinners but often failed. Grabbing a cab Diane headed to the restaurant. Diane sat in the bar and had a few drinks. After fending off a few heavy handed advances Diane took a table and ate a salad. It was nearing ten thirty when Diane paid the bill and climbed into a cab for the lonely trip back to the house.  Walking up the cobblestone path to the front door Diane could see a piece of paper taped to the small window at the top. Diane retrieved the note and tucked it into her pocket and turned the handle. There were no lights on in the house, only a single candle burned on the dining room table.

The light from the candle made eerie shadows on the pastel walls of the dining room. She reached into the pocket of her jeans and retrieved the note from the front door.

"Diane, do not turn on any lights, follow the candles for the clues to this mystery. Do as each note commands and you will remember this night forever. If at anytime, you break the rules then the mystery is shattered, and you will find me asleep in our room. Go to the dining room for your first clue. M."

Diane walked hurriedly to the dining room table. A note was stuck to a candle with a straight pin.

"You have taken the first step. If you want to know more, go to the garage."

She drew a deep breath and began easing towards her next destination, the garage. Though the kitchen and linen room, Diane tiptoed like a cat burglar. She was sure he was going to spring from a dark corner and scare the bejesus out of her. Diane was on pins and needles. The door to the garage opened with a long
horror movie
squeak. She never remembered the door making that sound before, but then again she thought, "I have never opened this door so slowly before."

The garage was, well, a garage. It had never been used for anything more than storage space and play room.

"The cars longed for chance to sit in its enclosed space on a rainy day,"

Diane told Mark once, hoping he would clean it up enough for parking. She noticed immediately, it was straightened up. It looked positively empty except for a table in the center of the room with a flickering candle in the middle. Diane took more full strides towards the table and was startled by the loud echoing click her heels made on the concrete. The candle, a note, that's all.

"If you are here you are following the rules and are in the game all the way now. This is your last chance to turn back. Leave this room and turn on the kitchen light if you don't want to go any further. "

"Fat chance"

Diane whispered in the near darkness and read on.

"Light the other candles and see the choices you have before you"

"What candles?"

Diane spoke aloud before noticing at the edge of the table there were in fact three other candles. She took the one and lit the three. As each wax obelisk came to life the room brightened. Diane was startled to see draped on hangers on the wall, four outfits. She hadn't seen any of them before, but was surprised to see they were very similar to ones she already owned or wanted to own. The first was a white lacy thing; a teddy with spaghetti straps, not too sheer, almost wedding night virginal in its style. The second was naughtier. It was almost completely see through, black fishnet material. The third left little to the imagination. Black with red trim, it was cup less with thong back and transparent, and the fourth was, well, the one she chose. Its faux leather gripped her body tightly. The cups held her breasts high and the slits in them allowed her nipples to peak through if she turned the right way. It wasn't the easiest thing to get on, and the snaps at the crotch made it a contortionist dream. Once in it, she felt incredible and incredibly sexy. Diane couldn't help but notice it was more
not there
, than
there
. Open sides and midriff, with small straps connecting the top to the bottom. Diane slipped her heels back on and plucked a note that had been on the hanger. She turned it over.

"Now you have chosen. Your choice determines the rest of the evening. This is my favorite. It tells me a lot about you and what you want. Go up to the study for your next clue. No lights."

Diane walked out of the garage into the kitchen and on to the dining room. She was taken aback a little when she saw the candle and previous note were gone and in their place was a single piece of black cloth, about two feet long and three inches wide. It was a heavy, yet soft cloth; Diane picked it up and slipped it behind one of the connecting straps of her outfit for some reason. It just seemed like the thing to do.

Walking quietly through the house to the stairs Diane was again acutely aware of her surroundings. She caught whiffs of unfamiliar scents, and heard odd sounds. Her heart raced. Diane took each step ever so slowly, climbing to an uncertain fate. As Diane rounded the landing a slight rush of cool air met her bare legs, she could see into the study at the end of the hall, and its curtains rustling in front of the open window. Diane moved without a sound into the room. Peeking behind the door, almost expecting Mark to be sitting there with a goofy grin on his face, she giggled a little when she scanned the room and found it empty, except for a lone candle and a note. Diane trembled and lifted the note. Straining to read in the dim light, she turned a little to the candles glare.

"Good Girl, this is the point of no return. Turn on the light and we will take an evening to sleep and then greet another day. If the mystery is what you still seek, then remain in the dark, and read on."

Diane paused, wondering if she was up for whatever he had planned. She was nervous, scared a little, but more excited and yes, more turned on than she had ever been in her life. Diane trusted Mark, and knew she couldn't turn back now. She turned the note.

"Leave this room and go to the guest house, once inside have a seat, relax, place the cloth you picked up on the table inside. Do not move anything, and go no further than the living room." 

"How did he know I would pick the cloth up?"

Diane walked over and pushed aside the curtains and looked down at the guesthouse at the back of the yard. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. She eased back downstairs and paused at the open back door. Diane hesitated before stepping out into the yard. Her modesty flared up, but she realized it was One in the morning, and the seven foot high fence kept people from seeing her when she sunbathed in the nude, so why was her near nudity an issue now?

 It was a cool night, but not cold. Diane stopped halfway across the openness of the yard and stretched. She liked the way her outfit pulled on her when she raised her arms. The cool air enveloped her, and she blushed when she thought about Mike Reese, the next-door neighbor and how he would react if he saw her. When Diane sunbathed she had fantasized sometimes about him peeking over the fence at her. He was an attractive man, with a shrew for a wife. Diane was amused by the thought of him standing on a block peeking over the high fence watching her rub oil on her skin. After the pause she walked on. At the door to the guesthouse, Diane turned the knob slowly, and pushed the door open. She did not immediately walk in, as if to see if the place would blow up in confetti or something. It did not. Diane could see a table with a single candle behind a straight-backed dining room chair. The rest of the room was too dark to see much of anything else. There was soft music playing from another part of the single story bungalow, and the room smelled faintly of musk or incense. Diane took a step inside. It was warm and inviting. She walked baby steps over to the table. A piece of paper awaited her, as it had before.

"Sit Down, Relax, and Enjoy."

Diane drew the piece of cloth from behind the strap and placed it beside the candle. Walking around to the chair, she scanned the room and saw nothing unusual. Diane took her seat with her back to the candle and tried to do as the note said. "Relax he says, uh huh, relax" the thought.

The music swelled a little and Diane heard footsteps. The door closed slowly.

"Mark? Is that you?"

There was an unfamiliar tremble to her voice.

"Yes, my love, stay there. Are you ready?"

"I think so. What's going on?"

There was a pleading tone to her voice.

"Relax Di, I asked you what your most precious fantasy was, you wouldn't tell. I promised I would find out, one-way or the other. The choices you have made so far this evening have told me so much. As we move ahead you need but to say my middle name for it all to end. That is the only sign I will heed. Do you understand?"

Diane paused a moment and replied breathlessly.

"Yes."

Diane caught a glimpse of Mark as he passed at the edge of the light. Mark was wearing an unbuttoned black vest. Diane could see his chest as he moved. She did not catch anymore of a glance before he was in the shadow again. Mark moved behind her.

"Don't move your head."

Mark's voice stern yet quiet. Diane closed her eyes hard for a moment to clear her head. There was so little yet so much going on. When Diane reopened them, she saw Mark standing in front of her, holding the cloth she had laid on the table. Diane saw Mark was wearing the workout shorts she had forbade him from wearing to the gym, because you could see all he was made of in them. This night, you could tell he was made of a lot. The shorts did very little to hide the erection held against his inner left thigh. Mark bent slightly and placed the cloth over her eyes. Tying it around her head, Diane was blind to the sights of the room. She only protested slightly. Diane reached out for him but found only air. Mark's large hands fell onto her arms and placed them back at her sides.

"To begin with, you are not allowed to use these."

Mark whispered into her ear. His hot breath caused a shiver to shoot up her spine.

"To that end . . . ."

Diane felt his hands slide down her arms and to her wrists. She heard a jingle.

"What are you doing?"

There was no answer. Diane felt softness surround her wrists, then the tightening of binds on them.
Those hands aren't moving
she thought. The music swelled again, loud enough to drown out any other sound in the room. Diane felt as if she was going to explode. A warm pair of hands lay on her shoulders, pulling her hair into a bundle and wrapping a band around it. Diane got a gentle kiss on the nape of her neck.

"Let the game begin."

Mark whispered into her ear and then ran his tongue down her neck. Diane felt the air move as he apparently stood up. One had placed on her shoulder, the other on her neck just below the chin. Diane jumped when a third hand touched her right leg and a fourth was placed on her left knee.