Read Like A Book

by Jeff Sinclair


Illustrated, Artist Unknown


Originally Published in Bondage Life #21, August 1985

Scanned and Transcribed by guardian46w
Story Codes: M/f, bdsm tricked, reluct, ropes, cuffs, pantied, gag, tape, teased, forced oral, F/f, surprise, joined, X

Ed Abercrombie hardly heard the bell above the door jingle as it closed behind him.  His mind wasn’t on it, or even on the racks of books and magazines.  His amazed attention was on the gorgeous young platinum blonde behind the counter.  She was tall and slender, as much ivory and rose as his own Karen was black-haired and tanned, and she stood with beautiful grace and almost arrogant poise in her forest green skirt and soft white blouse.  All in all, she wasn’t what he expected to find in an adult bookstore.
Ed was no stranger to such stores, though he seldom patronized one this close to home.  He had a moderately successful insurance firm, and he didn’t need the kind of bad press he could get from this in such a small town.  But of late, his marriage had been less than perfect, despite Karen’s ripe, firm body and willing ways.  He didn’t know what the problem was.  They had a good relationship, but the wheels were coming off.  Sometimes he resented the way she deferred to him, as if she expected him to come up with all the answers rather than providing a few herself, but that was the way things were.  So, he’d rather hoped a visit here might give him an idea to liven up his life.

The blonde leaned on the counter with a friendly smile, and her bold nipples tented her blouse.  He swallowed.

“Howdy,” she said, her voice a soft, dark purr.  “I haven’t seen you in her before, stranger.”

“Uhh...” Ed felt stupid as he searched for words, then managed a smile of his own.  “Do you know all your customers personally?” he asked.

“Yep,” she said, and grinned again.

“Have you worked here long?”  he asked, and flushed as his fumbling for words betrayed him into asking such a stupidly banal question.

“Worked here?” She laughed easily, a silver, rippling sound that reached deep down inside him.  “I’m the owner of the place,” she said.

“I... uhh... I see,” he managed weakly, and she laughed again.

“I wonder if you do?” she asked softly.  “But I don’t suppose it matters.”  She eyed him thoughtfully.  “I bet you're here looking for ideas for the lady, or man, in your life, aren’t you?”

“It’s a lady,” he said sharply, angered by her implication.  “And what if I am?” he demanded.

“Don’t get in an uproar,” she soothed, and something about her voice caused his resentment to fade.  He even managed to smile back.  “That’s better.  Look, a lot of folks come in here looking for ideas, all right?  I happen to think my customers deserve at least as much service as they can get in a supermarket, but to help them I have to know what they want.  Okay?”

“Okay,” he said after a moment.  “I see your point.”

“Good.  Then why not tell me about yourself?  I listen as good as any bartender, and I can probably do a lot more to solve your problems, too.”

Ed felt another brief stir of resentment at her calm assumption that he had a ‘problem’, but it passed quickly.  After all, he did have one, and this young lovely was sharp as a tack to see it.  Besides, there was something in her hazel-gray eyes that seemed to compel him to tell her.  So instead of biting her head off, he found himself describing the strange lack which had make itself felt in his marriage.  It was such a relief to finally talk about it that he ran on until he suddenly realized he was actually telling her how good Karen was in bed.  He jerked to a sudden halt and blushed deeply, but the blonde didn’t seem to notice.  She just nodded thoughtfully.

“Okay,” she said.  “Tell you what, why don’t you just browse while I pick out a sort of garb bag for you, right?  A little of everything, just to give you lots of choices.  How’s that?

“Uhh... sure,” Ed managed.  He felt curiously limp before her blithe decision to ‘pick out’ pornography for him.  He’d never had such an experience before, but, then, he’d never met a store owner quite like this either.  Somehow it seemed right and natural to let her have her head.  He wandered around the racks of books and magazines, impressed by their quality.  The illustrations and titles got to his hormones as usual, and (equally as usual) he found himself migrating naturally to the bondage section.  He stood there for quite a while, examining the merchandise and somewhat taken aback by the depth of selections.  There were the usual lust-tingling pictures of tightly bound young ladies, clothed and unclothed, but there was also a large selection of pictures of tied up men.  He glanced at one cover, showing a well-muscled specimen dressed in women’s panties and rigorously bound, and looked away with a head shake.  Something about shots like that always bothered him, and he directed his attentions firmly back to the lovely ladies, deliberately burying himself in them.  In fact, he was still studying them when the blonde arrived at his shoulder with a basket of books.  He didn’t know exactly how long she’d been standing there before he turned to discover her, but she just smiled patiently and held out the basket.

“Here you go,” she said easily.  “I think this’ll do it, but you can put back anything you don’t want.

Ed looked through the basket quickly.  Its contents were expensive, but he was willing to spend the amount asked for.  He kept most of them, but he put back something called “Studs in Lingerie Bondage”.

“I like your taste,” he said, “but I don’t have that much cash on me.  Take a credit card?”

“Of course,” she assured him, and indeed, she took only minutes to ring up his purchases, give him the amount and swipe his card.  It took so little time, especially after his long, pleasurable browsing, that he was almost startled to find himself back out on the street in the chilly winter dusk.

He glanced back at the closed door for a moment, then shook his head, clasping his bag of books under his arm.  It was sure one hell of a porn shop!  Unusual in every way, from the service, to the owner, he thought.

He shook his head once more, climbed into his car, and drove away.



The books weren’t much help.  Oh, they gave him ideas, all right, but not any that seemed to a resolution of his problem.  Sure, they put some fresh spice into the bedroom, but not enough, or maybe not the right kind.  They didn’t seem to change either him or Karen and that, he began to suspect, was what he really needed.  He couldn’t fault Karen, she was as eager and willing to experiment as ever, but everything was still coming from him, nothing from her.  Somehow, he just couldn’t seem to generate the... the... the WHATEVER they needed.

It was frustrating, but not as worrisome as a change he began to see in Karen.  It was bad enough to know that he had a problem (and he was realist enough to realize that it looked like the solution had to come from him), but something about his pretty wife told him the trouble was spreading.  He started catching strange looks in her eyes every so often.  Something almost furtive... haunted... the day he realized it might be guilt, a chill ran through his bones.  Were things so badly wrong that Karen was turning elsewhere for comfort?

The thought tortured him.  He wasn’t so stupid as to think he was the greatest lover in the world.  Competent, sure, and enthusiastic, but if he was really driving Karen into someone else’s bed, he had a damned good chance of losing her forever.  And he didn’t want to do that.  He loved her deeply, so deeply that he wasn’t even angry at the thought that she might be cheating on him.  Indeed, part of him was almost pleased that she had shown so much initiative for a change, not that he was happy about it.  No, what he felt was worried.  Worried he might actually lose her for good.  Even having her go visit friends for a weekend was enough to fill him with foreboding, and that was just where she had gone now.

Such was his vulnerable mood when his office phone rang.  He scooped it up and answered absently, then sat up straight.

“Howdy, Ed,” a voice purred in his ear, and instantly he was back in the bookstore with the platinum beauty.  “Surprise, surprise!” she chuckled,

“How did you get this number?” Shock made his voice almost calm as he asked the first question that popped into his mind.

“When you use checks with your home phone number, it’s no great trick to find a business number to match, Ed.”  The bookstore owner said calmly.

“But why?” he asked, mental gears slipping like a car on ice.  He could think of absolutely no reason for such a gorgeous woman, especially one with her opportunities to meet every stud in town, to bother with finding him.

“Because I wanted to,” she purred.  “I watched how long you spent in the Bondage section when you were in here, and I’ve been thinking about you.  In fact, I've been thinking you should come by my place to find out what bondage is all about.”

Ed’s jaw dropped.  This was absolutely insane.  Impossible!  Beautiful women simply didn’t call Ed Abercrombie and invite him over for games!

“Uhh...“ he managed finally, “...it’s a flattering offer, of course, but I don’t think so.”

“Aw, come on, Ed,” she teased.  “You know you want to do it.”

“Look,” he said, regaining his self-control with an effort, “this is crazy.  I don’t even know you, and I’m a married man, and you already know I’ve got trouble.  Sure, it might be fun to tie you up, and God knows I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted, but there’s just no way.”

“You don’t quite understand, Ed.”  The soft voice seemed to harden a little.  “I’m not asking you to tie me up, I’m offering to tie YOU up.”

“What?” he lowered the phone and stared back at it in shock.  This was getting crazier by the minute.  He started to hang up on her, but his hand stopped half-way.  A strange, hot flash stabbed through him as he remembered the pictures of men in bondage, a stab of confusion and a vague feeling of shame.  The sensations gave hm a tremor of anger as he gripped the receiver.  Just what the hell did she think he was, anyway?  He lifted the phone once more and spoke coldly.  “I think you got the wrong idea about me, lady.”

“Oh, no, I didn’t,” she said.  “But you’ve got the wrong idea about me if you think this is a request.  Think of it as a command performance, instead.”

“You are out of your goddamned mind.”  He said harshly.

“Am I?” She laughed.  “Ed, honey, you told me a lot more than you thought, and I can read between the lines.  You want what I’m offering you.”

“You're crazy!” he said, but his voice was suddenly less positive.  Deeply buried thoughts stirred, and he shoved them vigorously back under his mental rug.

“Am I?” she asked again.  “Well, maybe I am.  But I wonder if Karen will think so...” her voice trailed off, and icy dread struck him.

“What do you mean by that?” he asked carefully.

“I mean that if you don’t come see me, I might have to call sweet Karen.  After all, you know I know where to find you, can your little wife be far away?  How do you think she’d react if a woman, like me, for instance, called and told her all about how much you like me to tie you up?”

“But... but I don’t!” he protested.

“Not yet,” she said softly.

There was a long pause, and his pulse thundered in his ears.  He closed his eyes in confusion as he tried to think of a way out, then she went on.

“You don’t like it yet, but you will, Ed.  So, I wouldn’t be doing anything except anticipating, now would I?  And, of course, Karen wouldn’t even know I was doing that, would she?  I really think I could convince her, Ed.  I can be terribly convincing.”

Ed wilted, sweat beading his brow.  God, this was terrible.  All he needed was for this crazy person to horn into the problems he already had.  With the strain building between him and Karen, a single spark might touch off an explosion.  He started to argue further, then slumped inwardly.

It was no use.  He could argue all he wanted, but she had him by the short hairs.  He didn’t want to believe she’d really go to Karen, or that Karen would believe her, but he couldn’t take that chance.  He tried to tell himself that was the only reason to agree, but there was something else down inside him.  It was a something he wanted desperately to ignore.  A something that told him he ought to go, ought to try it, and the very thought of such a weakness within him filled him with shame.

“A-all right,” he said, his voice subdued.  “Looks like I have no choice.  What’s the address?”


The address was a small two-story house in the older part of town.  Ed parked and got out, trying not to look around furtively.  He felt as if he were wearing a bright neon sign, a flashing sign telling the whole world the shameful reason he was there.

He climbed the front steps and pushed the doorbell, his face sweaty.  The latch clicked, and the blonde stood smiling at him, her hazel-gray eyes bright.  Ed swallowed hard against a sunken involuntary surge of lust as he saw her.

And no wonder!  She wore black spike heels and her favorite shade of forest green, but this time in the form of a short satin jacket and panties of the same fabric, their waistband plunging in a deep “V: over which a few silver curls crept.  The jack laced up the front without quite closing.  Her rich breasts pouted against the laces, and he saw the edges of the coral aureoles outlining the bold nipples that puckered the smooth satin.

“Come in Ed,” she purred.  “Do come in.”

He obeyed, feeling like a fool.  He moved with a sort of zombie jerkiness, unable to tear his eyes away from her as she turned and swayed up the hall, her satin-covered ass switching from side to side like an oiled metronome.  She started up the stairs, and he followed, filled with an unwilling admiration as he watched the play of muscles in her long, glorious legs.  His lips curved in a wry grin composed of mingled humiliation and ironic amusement.  Most men would fall all over themselves to follow such a bewitching lovely young woman up her stairs, but none of the men he knew would have agreed to come for the reason he had.

She led him into a bedroom, and he looked around with a sense of dread as he saw the huge, old-fashioned four-poster bed in the center of the room.  It was immense, and it might have been his imagination, but he thought he could see worn spots on the post’s finish where ropes might have snubbed other captives out across the huge mattress.

“Now, Ed,” his ‘hostess’ purred, “why don’t you take your clothes off?”

“Wait a minute,” he said.  He tried to be firm, but his voice sounded weak even to himself.  “Before this goes any further, I’ve got a few questions.  Like what the hell makes you think I ‘want’ this, as you put it?  And for that matter, who ARE you?  I don’t even know your name.”

“Oh, names are such unimportant things, Ed,” she whispered, stepping close and caressing his shoulders.  She flashed her brilliant white teeth at him, and he trembled as he smelled her musk and perfume and felt the warmth of her half naked skin radiating against him.  “You don’t need to know my name, now do you?  And as for how I know what you want, why, the signs are easy to spot when you know what to look for.  You do want it, Ed.  You know you do.”

“I... I don’t know anything of the kind,” he quavered.

“No?’ Her eyes laughed into his, and she leaned forward, pressing her hot mouth to his until his lips warmed and clung despite himself.  She pressed her hips against him and he blushed as he felt the seductive pressure and knew she felt the rigidity of his self-betraying erection.  Then she broke the kiss and moved away, chuckling.  “Just tell yourself you don’t have any choice, then,” she said softly, “because I will tell Karen, you know.

“I know,” he said.  He tried to sound hopeless and resigned, but, to his horror, he sounded a little hoarse, a little hurried.  He sounded almost as if he did want it to happen, and the thought scared him.  He’d never even considered something like this.  He knew he hadn’t, yet even as he told himself that, a quiet voice in his brain laughed scornfully at this protest.  If he’d never thought it, why did pictures of bound men disturb him?  Why had he always refused to think about it?  Because he knew it was dangerous to him?  Because part of him was weak, eager for this to such a point that he had always refused to admit it out of self-defense?

He looked at the floor and unfastened his coat.  He shrugged out of it, then removed his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt.  Finally, he looked up at her and spoke quietly.  “Why are you doing this?”

“Why?” Because I enjoy it, silly.  And because I’m a nice person.”  She chuckled at his expression.  “Oh, but I am!  It is for your own good, Ed.”

He snorted in disbelief and slid his shirt off his shoulders, then reached for his belt.  If he had to do this, he might as well get it over with, he thought.  But his eyes kept straying to his lovely captor, and her words burned deep inside his brain, as if feeding on something hidden there.

He stripped off his trousers and closed his eyes as he reached for his shorts.  Somehow stripping at her command while she stayed clothed seemed to emphasize his humiliation.  His masculine pride had cringed when she first made her demand over the phone; now he could feel it falling in shattered ruins about him.  As he stepped out of his shorts, his erection bobbing before him like proof that he found her demands stimulating, he realized that she had somehow taken complete command of his life in a way no one ever had before.  As the thought flicked across his mind, he remembered his discontent with Karen’s passiveness and docility, and he flamed bright read.  God!  Was it possible the blonde was right!  Ridiculous!

He forced his eyes to meet her gaze and blushed again at the measuring light in her eyes.  He kept himself in decent shape, but the suddenly wished he worked out more.  Maybe more impressive muscles might have helped him resist the realization that he had surrendered utterly to her will.

“Not bad, Ed,” she said, her voice a velvet purr.  “In fact, one might almost say ‘well-hung’,” she chuckled, reaching out and grazing his erection with her nails.  He shuddered and jerked, then blushing more darkly at his reaction.  “But you're going to catch cold if we don’t get some clothes back on you,” she went on, “so, you might just put these on.”  She tossed him something, and he stared down in shock at the pair of panties he had caught.

They were of satin, the color and fabric exactly matching the tiny panties she wore, but they were old-fashioned and high-waisted.  He writhed inwardly at the thought of how ridiculous he’d look wearing them, and his pride tried to reassert itself before it was too late.  His eyes widened in shock as he realized his fingers were actually caressing the smooth fabric, and he lifted his chin with all the defiance he retained.

“I’ll be damned if I will,” he said, but it came out less sharply than he’d hoped, and she just chuckled.

“Then don’t,” she said, walking across the room and lifting a phone.  “We’ll just invite Karen over and I’ll tell her a little story, instead.”  Her slender fingers began punching buttons, and utter panic seized him.

“Stop!” he choked on the word, but she stopped dialing.  She watched him wordlessly, one eyebrow raised, and he closed his eyes in shame as he opened the panties and stepped into them.  Plastic clicked on plastic as she hung up, and he felt a surge of relief.  But the feeling woke fresh confusion as he realized he wasn’t certain whether he felt relieved because she’d hung up, or because he was doing as she had ordered.  What was wrong with him?

“Over here, Ed,” she said coolly, and he came to her as if he no longer possessed a will of his own.  “Lie down,” she said softly, and he lowered himself to the mattress, his head whirling.  He couldn’t understand.  In one way, the world was slipping away from him, but in another, it was sharper and clearer than it had ever been before.  Like a dream of hallucination.  As if his senses had been shifted into overdrive by something happening inside him.  He could feel every bead of sweat on his forehead, feel the arousal burning unwillingly (or was it unwillingly?) within his veins.  He could smell the blonde’s delicate, feminine scent, could taste the searing shame of doing her bidding, cold feel the traitorous excitement growing stronger within him as his will abdicated to hers.  But none of it was real.  It was so far outside his normal world that he could not accept its reality.

He lay down on his back at her bidding and propped himself on his elbows to watch her bend over his ankles with a coil of soft cotton rope.  Her hands moved quickly, competently, and the soft rope gripped with a sort of stretchly insistent strength.  The knots drew tight, pinning his feet wide to the posts, and the sensation of confinement burned up his legs to smolder in his belly as he tried to understand.  How could this happen?  How could it have this effect on him?  Why was he beginning to pant: why did his belly seem to be smoldering?  Why did he seem unable to get enough air into his lungs or summon the will, much less the strength, to fight it?

She moved higher, cord circling his wrists, pinning them to the head of the bed.  He couldn’t let this get to him.  He had to remember why he was here; because he couldn’t let her tell her lies to Karen... especially, a traitor thought said softly, if Karen might be right to believe them...

The quiet thought exploded in his brain, and he gasped as if he had been struck.  The ice of disbelief cracked and splintered.  He stared at the wall, watching her shadow sway as she fastened the last rope, and his thoughts were like a valley filled with rushing wind as he finally faced the truth.

He DID want this.

It shattered him.  His world swooped giddily, and he discovered that he had not yet felt as humiliated as a man could feel.  The fact that he, Ed Abercrombie, actually WANTED this was devastating.  Yet it was also a relief.  It was as if finally facing the unsuspected hungers deep within himself had opened the door to something new.  Something... different.

The blonde smiled down at him as he grappled with the thought, staring up like a rabbit at a snake.  She smiled and ran her hands gently over his naked chest, tweaking his hair, stroking and teasing.  His hips shifted on the bed, the movement making him gallingly aware of the satin he wore and his aching erection.  He could raise his head and see the shameful swell of his panties, and he made a moaning noise in his throat, a sound, he realized in shock, equally compounded of confusion, humiliation and eagerness.

His captor’s eyes flashed delightedly, and she bent to kiss his mouth.  She had a wild, burning taste, as sweet as Karen but different... stronger, more demanding... and then she pulled away, raising her head, and her flashing hand crammed a pair of panties into his mouth.

Ed chuffed in astonishment as the nylon went into place.  He tried to protest, but the sound was muffled as she packed in a second pair.  Then a third – a FOURTH!  She filled his mouth with satin and nylon, and then pressed a strip of tape over his lips, sealing the gag within.

Ed writhed as he realized what she had silenced him with, but worse was yet to come.  Even as he came to grips with the gag, she jerked another pair of old-fashioned panties over his head and drew the waist down over his chin.  She taped them in place, and Ed listened in horror while he actually whimpered in his humiliating eagerness as the crotch band pressed his nose and he peered through the leg holes.  A burning tide seemed to sweep through him, beginning in his belly and rushing outward to fill his entire body.  He gasped through his nose as he realized he had never in his entire life felt more aroused than he did as this unknown beauty systematically stripped him of all control and rendered him utterly subservient to her will.  Surely nothing could be more humiliating than this!

He was wrong.  He groaned and twisted, shuddering in shameful ecstasy as her hand slid into his panties, squeezing and stroking, while the other hand caressed his chest and her hot, wet mouth slid over his hairy, heaving belly.  She brought him to the shuddering brink of explosion, and part of him fought to resist the ultimate humiliation of coming in his panties to prove her power, while another part whimpered in eagerness, pleading for just that.  She held him there, teetering on the very edge, and then she eased him back.  He whimpered, arching his back, gasping and groaning as she brought him to the brink again, without ever... quite... letting him plunge over.

Ed wasn’t certain whether he was in heaven or hell.  He had never dreamed of such aching, all-consuming lust.  He loved his wife.  She could bring him to a frenzied release.  But dark-haired, sweet-bodied Karen had never done this to him!  He would never have asked her to, would never have permitted her to!  And she would never have thought of it.  But now he was gasping in a transport of desire induced by the unknown blonde who had forced him to experience it.

The nuzzling and stroking stopped suddenly.  He whined pleading, staring up at her, the sodden ball of her panties in his mouth.  His iron-hard erection ached and tingled against the satin, and he abandoned himself to the sensations coursing through his body.  He could not longer deny what he felt, could no longer pretend that he was untouched, obeying only because she had forced him to.  His eyes begged for her touch, and she laughed.

He flinched, yet her laugh wasn’t mocking.  Teasing, yes, and with a predatory edge, but it was almost gentle.  Almost as if she were offering to share a secret with him.  And saying that he knew what that secret was, now didn’t he?  And he did.  He did!

She climbed onto the bed and straddled his belly, her hot, wet core pressing his navel through her panties, and he jerked at the contact.  He felt sweat trickling down her thighs to mingle with his own sweat, and he smelled the hot, elemental female rut of her.  She smiled dreamily, and then turned to face his feet, rearranging herself until her molten crotch pressed his chest.  She grinned at him over her shoulder and backed carefully until her satin-covered sweetness pressed his mouth and nose.  The strong, wet tang of her lust invaded his senses, burning in his brain, and he didn’t need to ask what she wanted.  She was demanding the final humiliated surrender as she pushed her soupy petals against his face.

He gave it.  He could not refuse.  He could deny her nothing.  He had sunk too deeply into her power and realized that she drew her power as much from him as from herself.  She had done this to him because she was right, something in him had wanted it.  He didn’t know how she had known, but he had to admit that she was right, and he moaned as his gagged mouth rubbed against her, stroking and caressing, serving her lust.  And as he did, his own passion and searing need soared.

The blonde bent, her face inches from his aching, straining masculinity.  Her long hair brushed him like a silken lash, and her breath burned through the satin, but she would come no closer.  She pressed his face harder, more insistently, more urgently, and he responded.  He surpassed himself, despite the inhibiting gag, and he felt the pleasure tremors building in her flesh, communicating to him through the gag.  His mind wavered into another dimension as his shame fired the raw need cresting within him.

And then she came.  Came like the end of time.  Erupted like Krakatoa.  Wailed and vibrated like a lawn mower with its throttle jammed wide open.  She detonated against his face, and her arms collapsed, dropping her soft, slim length along his body, her smooth cheek pressing the crotch of his panties.

That tiny touch was all he needed.  It was all he could stand in his current condition.  His lust answered hers, bursting from him in a delirious burning tide of acceptance and recognition.  He was where he had always secretly longed to be, sharing a desire he hadn’t even realized was his with a total stranger, and the experience turned him inside out.  His strength and pride fountained out of him on the pulse of his passion, his resentment vanishing into battered gratitude, and he sank into a floating, euphoric bliss made all the sharper by the edge of shame still burning within him.

He was so lost in his sensations that he hardly noticed when his platinum captor picked herself up and stood.  It took several minutes to summon the will even to turn his head and look at her.

She smiled down at him, a warm, possessive smile.

“You see, Ed?” she whispered.  “I knew.  And now you know, don’t you?”

He wanted to deny it, even now he wanted to say it wasn’t so, if only because a relationship with her would doom his troubled marriage, but he couldn’t.  Instead, he nodded slowly.

“Poor Ed,” she said softly, stroking his chest.  “It was such a surprise.  And I’ve got another surprise for you.  I’ll be right back, honey.”

She turned and left, her departure underscoring his weakness.  He was helpless until she returned to free him.  He lay in the ropes, panting, his pulse gradually slowing, and tried to understand.  The bliss pouring through him was devastating, holding him far more securely than any ropes.  He was grateful to her, he could admit that, now, yet she had pulverized his life along with his self-image.  He tried to put those thoughts aside by wondering what other ‘surprise’ she could have for him.  Whatever it was, it couldn’t possible match what she had already done, he thought.

And, once more, he was wrong.

The door opened again and he turned his head, only to freeze as she came back.  He shook his head in disbelief, plumbing fresh depths of shock as he recognized the blonde’s companion.

Karen!  It was his own wife!

And yet it wasn’t Karen.  He had never before seen the slender, black-haired beauty who walked at the blonde’s heels, clad only in white bikini panties, ropes, and a white leather collar.  She was a gagged and lovely stranger, swaying along with a natural grace she had never shown before, and her wrists were bound behind her, her elbows tightly strapped.  Her head was high, but her eyes were demurely downcast, and she was leashed with a shiny chain ending in the blonde’s hand.

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His captor led his wife to the edge of the bed and nodded to her, and Karen obeyed the gesture with docile, practiced grace.  She swung her long legs up onto the bed and knelt across his chest as the blonde had done.  Ed stared up into his wife’s crotch, unable to blink against his paralyzing astonishment and the mortification of having Karen see his abject helplessness.  Then he felt her weight as the blonde roped her slender legs to the bed posts and lashed her crotch against his gag.  Her weight shifted as their captor stretched her down along his body, looping the finely linked chain leash, cold and hard, under his thighs and clipped it back to the collar to hold Karen’s face against his own crotch.  He felt himself stir and harden as the lust retuned, and he felt Karen trembling with a shuddering desire of her own as the blonde circled the bed, admiring the perfection of her captives’ bondage.  Then he heard her purring voice.

“There, now!  Perfect!  You know Ed, from the moment you described Karen to me, I started wondering.  And I was right about her, too.  It wasn’t hard to get in touch with her, but it took a few weeks to convince her and train her before I called you.  Now she’s just about perfect, as you're about to discover.”  Ed stiffened and jerked as Karen’s gagged mouth nuzzled gently and sweetly against his rampantly growing erection.  “I told you my customers deserve good service, didn’t I?  you both just needed a little outside help, and now you’ve gotten it.”  She gave a silvery giggle, and Ed moaned in blissful pleasure and a gratitude burnished all the brighter by his sense of shame as he realized just how right she had been.

“Now you two will have a chance to work out all your problems,” the blonde went on after a moment.  “In fact, I’ll leave you to it for a couple of hours, or so, just to see what you make of the situation.  Then I’ll be back to show you both just how nice it can all be.  After all, I’m entitled to a little something for all the trouble I’ve gone to, aren’t I?  I’m sure we’re all going to have a very long and very rewarding relationship.”  She paused and her hands caressed both trembling captives gently.  “You tow have fun now,” she said with a gurgle of laughter, and the door closed behind her.

Ed closed his eyes, trying to grasp what had happened, trying to understand how completely his world had been turned upside down and rearranged.  He fought for understanding, then gasped as Karen’s face stroked him again and the crotch of her soaking panties pressed his face more insistently.  He gave up his quest for understanding and logic, for both were useless to him.  There was only acceptance, and a strange, surging gratitude for the bookstore owner who read him like one of her own books.

And it felt like it was going to be a best seller from now on.

The End