A present-day damsel in distress and her rescuer have nothing in common, but discover they’re very compatible in the bondage dungeon and in life.
Part 3 includes the following chapters:
Chapter 7 – The second trajectory
Chapter 6 – One-bar prison
Alex contemplated the past day and night as she stood in the shower and let the hot water massage her sore shoulders. She was proud of being able to spend as much time as she did with her hands cuffed behind her back, and of being able to accomplish as much as she did in that condition. She liked doing housework, she really liked being in mobile bondage, and she really, really liked doing both at the same time. She enjoyed the additional challenges that bondage created and having to get creative to come up with solutions to those challenges. She found it arousing, but somehow also satisfying apart from any sense of arousal.
She took some over-the-counter pain meds for the next day or so and tried to keep moving her shoulders to combat the stiffness. Her coworkers noticed her doing that and asked if she were okay. She replied that she was fine, she’d just overdone it on her day off, and left it at that.
The following weekend, Sean took Alex shopping for high-heeled stiletto pumps and a short, sexy miniskirt to wear while riding the one bar prison. He wanted her to have the miniskirt to be able to maintain some modicum of modesty, since he didn’t think they were far enough along in their relationship where she’d be comfortable having him see her nude.
When they got home, Alex wanted to try out the one bar prison right away, and Sean was agreeable. He had her remove her panties and change into the miniskirt and heels, which she did in her bedroom. But she could barely walk in the heels, having never worn anything even near that high before. Rather than take them off until she got to the dungeon, she asked Sean to help her, and he held her hand as she walked very unsteadily there. She figured she needed the practice to get used to wearing them.
As soon as they entered the dungeon, Alex immediately turned and wrapped her arms around Sean and began kissing him passionately. He didn’t object in the least as he reciprocated. When they came up for air, she said, “We’ve got to start coming in here more often!” referring of course to their agreement to keep their interactions with each other platonic when outside of the dungeon. Sean smiled but said nothing in response.
He then helped her walk over to the one bar prison. He had her stand next to it, and adjusted its height downward to where he estimated it needed to be; Alex was considerably shorter than his ex. He applied lube to the end of it, and then said to her, “I can either have you stand here while I insert it up you, or I can pick you up and lower you onto it. Your choice.”
Alex briefly considered her options and replied, “Actually, can we do something else first? I think I need to be good and juicy before you try either of those options, and I’m not there yet.”
“Sure,” Sean replied. “What did you have in mind?”
“How about if I get on that thing over there and you strap me in?” Alex suggested as she pointed to a sex bench, where she’d be placed in a doggy-style position.
“That’s called a sex bench,” Sean replied helpfully. “Go ahead, get on it.” Alex did so, and Sean put cuffs around her arms and legs so she couldn’t move.
“Now finger me,” she told him. Wearing the miniskirt and no panties, he could easily do so.
“Are you sure?” Sean asked, surprised that she would want him to touch her in such an intimate place.
“Yes, I’m sure,” she responded. She was already getting aroused just thinking about it.
“This may seem silly, but I want you to very specifically tell me what you want me to do, so there are no surprises,” Sean told her. “I don’t want to overstep my bounds due to a misunderstanding.”
“I appreciate you asking me to do that, rather than just assuming.” She graphically explained to him what she wanted.
“That’s what I thought you meant, but I wanted to be certain,” Sean replied. “You remember the safe word, right? If you say it, I’ll stop immediately”.
“Yes, it’s ‘kangaroo’. But I was just confirming that I remember it; that didn’t count as me actually saying it.”
Sean laughed as he began complying with Alex’s request. She began rocking rhythmically in coordination with what he was doing. “Oooh, you’re good,” she told him. “That feels really nice, Sean. Keep going!” Before long, Alex was in the throes of an intense orgasm.
As she came down from the climax and Sean gradually slowed and lightened the intensity of the stimulation, Alex remarked, “That was about the best orgasm I can remember. Thanks! There’s just something about bondage that really turns me on. I can’t wait to experience bondage sex! Now, if you would, please, undo the straps so I can try out the one bar prison.”
Sean did so, and helped her walk back over to the device. “I think I’ll have you lift me and lower me on to it,” Alex told him. “But if it’s too high, I’m going to tell you to stop.” He lifted her with ease, and set her down on top of the end of the bar. He was surprised how light she was; then he remembered her ID said she only weighed 95 pounds (43 kg). “Now, slowly,” she said. Sean slowly lowered her, until she said to stop. “How far off the ground am I?” she asked.
“Just barely,” Sean replied. “Maybe a quarter of an inch (6.35 mm) at most.”
“Go ahead, then,” she told him. “I think I can handle another quarter inch.” Sean lowered her the remaining distance until both the soles and heels of her stilettos were on the ground. “Okay, I think that’ll work,” she said. He then let go of her.
Alex tried to see if she could escape the device. She stood as tall as she could on her tiptoes, but the high heels meant she was almost already there before she tried, so she could only raise herself a tiny bit further, not enough to make any difference. She tried putting her weight on one foot and lifting the other leg as high as she could, but it didn’t do any good. She was good and stuck there, until such time that Sean lifted her back off the device or placed something she could stand on under one or both of her feet. When she realized this, she became immediately very horny again.
“Come here and kiss me like you mean it,” she practically ordered Sean. But he just stayed where he was with an amused expression on his face.
“Nah, I’m good,” he replied, teasing her.
“What do you mean, ‘you’re good’?” she asked incredulously. “Get over here and kiss me, dammit!”
“You don’t seem to be in a very good position to be making demands,” he observed.
“Sean!” she exclaimed. His playing hard to get had her even more aroused than before, but she was helpless. Then she realized she could still stimulate herself, and started to reach under her skirt.
“Oh, no you don’t,” said Sean. “Remember, you’re not allowed to pleasure yourself when you’re in bondage.” He then cuffed her hands behind her back so she couldn’t.
“Sean!” she exclaimed. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“So you’ll know that when you’re bound, you don’t call the shots. You don’t get to order me around. If you want something, you’ve got to persuade me to give it to you. Make me want it, too. Make it worth my while.”
Alex was now so horny she couldn’t stand it, but there was nothing she could do about it. She tried rocking back and forth on the device to stimulate herself further, but she could barely move at all on the thing. “Sean, please!” she said to him. He just shrugged his shoulders and continued giving her that amused look. She thought about removing her clothes to entice him, but she couldn’t even do that now that her hands were cuffed behind her back.
Alex thought about how she could get Sean to bring her to orgasm again. “You can take off my top and bra and do what you want with my boobs, if you’ll only kiss me and get me hot again,” she offered.
He made a show of considering her offer. “You don’t really have much to offer in the boob department,” he pointed out, “but I’m feeling generous today. Deal.” But rather than come right over to her, he went and got something and put it in his pocket. Alex couldn’t see what it was. Only then did he come to her.
He flipped the front of Alex’s shirt and bra up over her head and behind her neck, and proceeded to fondle her A-cup breasts. “Not much there to work with,” he observed, “but since you said I could do what I want with them…” He reached into his pocket and pulled out two small clamps and placed them on her nipples.
“Ow! That hurts!” she exclaimed in surprise as she flinched.
“I know; it’s supposed to,” Sean replied just before he began giving her the kiss she was wanting and reaching down under her skirt.
Alex was confused, but quickly discovered that the combination of being not only immobilized and helpless, but also simultaneously receiving both pain and pleasure from a trusted partner was a powerful aphrodisiac, and in no time she experienced the orgasm of her life, significantly more intense than the one she’d had only a few minutes prior.
“Oh my god, that was amazing, Sean!” she exclaimed as she panted for breath.
“I thought you’d like that,” he said with satisfaction as he held her close.
“I had no idea an orgasm could be so intense! That one blew the first one out of the water, and it was a really good one, too!” she exclaimed, still panting.
“Just wait,” he told her. “You haven’t experienced anything yet.” Alex wondered what he meant by that, but if he had even better things in store for her, she couldn’t wait!”
Chapter 7 – The second trajectory
That evening at dinner, Sean asked, “So Alex, I think it’s becoming relevant to ask, are you on birth control?”
“No,” she replied. “To be honest, I’ve only had sex a couple of times, and the boys used condoms and I managed to avoid getting pregnant. Since I’ve never otherwise been sexually active, it just seemed like an unnecessary expense.” Until she moved into Sean’s guest room, money had always been a scarce resource for Alex.
“Well, that makes sense,” Sean replied, “but the way things seem to be headed between the two of us, I think it’s time to start. I’m not making you pay for rent or food, so I’d think you’d be able to cover it. If not, let me know.”
“You’re right, Sean,” she replied. “I’m sure it’s just a matter of time before I’ll need to be on the pill, and it’s better to start ahead of that time rather than after. I can afford it.” Actually, she’d been socking away money ever since she moved in with Sean. She’d been meaning to open a savings account. “I’ll call my doctor on Monday.”
“So are we still doing this weird ‘let’s keep it in the dungeon and act like nothing’s going on everywhere else’ thing?” Sean asked.
“I think we should,” Alex replied. “I think we need to. If we were a normal couple at this point in a normal dating relationship, we wouldn’t be living together yet. Our homes would be our sanctuaries, our safe spaces, where we wouldn’t be seeing each other except occasionally when one was visiting the other. We’d be having normal, non-romantic relationships with our family members or roommates or whoever we lived with. In other words, we’d only be in ‘dating mode’ when we were on dates, and we’d be in ‘non-dating’ mode the majority of the time when we were at home.
“The way we’re doing things, it kind of works the same way. ‘Dating mode’ is when we’re in the dungeon, and ‘non-dating mode’ is the rest of the time, where we’re just roommates. It would be very stressful to have to be in ‘dating mode’ 24/7 when we’re not ready to live together, meaning in the sleeping together every night sense. I think it helps us to keep the two modes separate in our minds when they each have their own physical places. Does that make any sense?”
“Yeah, I see your point; when you explain it like that it makes perfect sense.” Sean admitted. “What about if we went on a real date, meaning out in public somewhere?”
“I suppose that could work in theory,” Alex replied, “but what would we do on a date? I’m not old enough to drink, and I don’t have any nice clothes. It would just look creepy if you took me miniature golfing or something. I realize I look like I’m 14, and that would make you look like a pedophile.”
“Maybe we can work on fixing some of that,” Sean suggested. “We can get you some nice, adult clothing. Not to be critical, but you’d also look older if you did something different with your hair and wore makeup.”
Alex was starting to feel defensive. She had a teen haircut because she was still a teen, and she couldn’t afford an expensive hairstyle anyway. No one had ever taught her how to apply makeup, and even if she knew how, it would just be another expense. She shared those things with Sean, and he picked up on her defensiveness.
“Look, I’m not blaming you or criticizing you for being a teenager struggling to survive on her own on just a fast food paycheck,” Sean explained. The fact that you’ve done so is admirable. If that’s what you want to look like, that’s your right, and I won’t bring it up again. But if you’re tired of being perceived as a 14 year old, there are some things we can do. I’m only trying to be helpful, really.”
“I’m sorry, Sean; I didn’t mean to shoot you down,” Alex replied. “I know you mean well.”
“Thanks,” he said, and then continued. “It doesn’t help any that besides the big age difference we have, we also have other big differences – in income, in education, in height…” They both smiled at his attempt to lighten the mood. “You’re still in this frugal, watch every penny survival mode, and I completely understand why. Neither of us knows where this thing we have is going to lead, or for how long, and if it ended, you’d have to be in survival mode again.
“But let’s for a minute consider the other possibility. Despite our many differences, I’m sure you’d agree that we’re very compatible. We’re great partners together, both in the dungeon and outside of it. I think the potential is definitely there for this to become a long-term thing, maybe even for keeps. If it does, we’re going to have to figure out how to deal with the reality that I make way more money than you do, but I want you to live in the same lifestyle that I’m in.
“So until we have a reason to think otherwise, let’s be optimistic and assume we’re on the second trajectory. I don’t get the slightest indication that you’re a gold digger. If I did, I’d be very wary of you, but you’re the least materialistic person I know. That makes me happy to spend the money it takes to lift you into my comfortable upper-middle-class life, so let me do that. Let me spend the money to get you some nice clothes and an adult hairstyle and makeup and makeup lessons if you need them. Then let’s start going on some real dates, okay?
“Okay,” Alex replied. “Let’s do all of that and see how it goes.”
“Great. I have a cousin who owns a beauty salon here in town. I’ll talk to her about giving you a makeover and teaching you how to apply makeup and whatever else you need.”
The next day, Sean found a reason to go run an errand; he wanted to call his cousin from the privacy of his car, so neither Alex nor any of his coworkers would overhear him.
She saw his caller ID as she answered her phone.
“Hey, stranger. To what do I owe the privilege of hearing from my long-lost cousin?” she asked jokingly. “Considering how long it’s been since you’ve seen me for a haircut, you must either be cheating on me and getting it cut somewhere else, or you must look like Bigfoot by now.”
“Hey, Kate. I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch. I’ve had a lot going on lately. I am starting to resemble Bigfoot, so I do need to come in and see you soon. Listen, I have a favor to ask, but I need you to be discreet about it.”
“Shoot,” she said, encouraging him to make his request.
“I’ve kind of gotten involved with this girl. It’s complicated right now, but I think she has lots of potential. The thing is, she looks like a 14 year old tomboy. Her hairstyle, if you could even call it a style, isn’t doing her any favors in that regard, and she’s never worn makeup and doesn’t have a clue how to apply it. I was wondering if you could kind of give her a makeover to make her look older and classier without it looking like she’s trying too hard, and teach her how to use makeup.”
“Sure, I can do that, but why the need for discretion?” Kate asked her cousin.
“It’s still early in our relationship. As I said, it’s complicated, but neither of us is ready to make it public yet. I’m especially not ready for the family to know about her, you being the exception, of course.”
“You make it sound like she really is 14 years old or something,” Kate observed.
“I promise you, she’s an adult,” Sean replied without elaborating. Kate picked up on the vagueness of that statement and surmised she was probably only barely an adult. She wondered how Sean had gotten himself involved with an 18 year old who didn’t even know how to apply makeup, but she kept those thoughts to herself.
“What’s her name?” she asked.
“Alex,” replied Sean.
“Have her call the salon during business hours to make an appointment, then. I’ll get her fixed up.”
“Thanks; I’ll do that, but there’s another part to my request. She needs a wardrobe makeover, too. Would you be willing to take her shopping for clothes and shoes and stuff sometime?”
Kate paused before answering. “It’s a good thing for you that I love you like a brother, because I wouldn’t do this for just anybody. Yes, I’ll take her shopping. When she calls the salon, have her ask for me by name, and we’ll work out a time. Who’s paying for all of this, anyway?”
“I am.”
“How much are you willing to spend?”
“For the hair styling and makeup, whatever it costs. For the clothes and stuff, I don’t know, maybe $1000. It’s not a hard limit, though.”
“She must be a very special girl for you to shell out that kind of money on her,” Kate observed. “I hope you know what you’re doing, cuz.”
“Of course I think she’s very special,” Sean replied. “But I’m not doing this to impress her, and the last thing she is, is a gold digger. She’s had a difficult life and needs someone to help her out. I’m just happy it can be me.”
“Well, I look forward to meeting her,” Kate said.
Chapter 8 – Cousin Kate
Monday morning, Alex called the beauty salon. “Hi, I’d like to speak to Kate, please. My name is Alex; she’s expecting my call,” she said. The woman answering the phone replied that Kate was with a client but would call her back if she left her number. Alex did so, and about a half hour later she received a call from the salon.
“Hello?”
“Hi, is this Alex? I’m Kate from Cuts and Curls Salon, returning your call.”
“Hi, Kate. Yes, this is Alex. I guess Sean filled you in on what we’re wanting.”
“A new hairstyle and makeup to make you look older and classier is what he said. Plus some lessons on how to apply the makeup on your own. That’s at the salon. Then he also asked me if I would take you shopping for a new wardrobe that, again, will help you look older and classier.”
“Yes, that’s basically it. But ‘older’ is a relative term. I don’t want to look frumpy or matronly. I just want to look like I’m in my twenties instead of my early teens, but in an attractive way.”
“Don’t worry, honey, I’ve got you covered. I won’t make you look frumpy, I promise. So is this for a specific upcoming event?”
“It’s not for anything specific. Sean’s just wanting to take me on a date to somewhere nice, and I look like a kid who just came in off the playground. I don’t have anything nice to wear, and I don’t know how to do makeup. I don’t want to embarrass him.”
“Hmmm… Okay, it sounds like the best strategy would be to get you some appropriate clothes first. Then we can schedule your hair and makeup appointment on the actual day he’s taking you out, so you’ll be as beautiful as possible. Does that sound like a plan?”
“That sounds great,” replied Alex.
“What dress size do you wear?” Kate asked her.
“I have no idea. I can’t remember the last time I wore a dress. I think when I was in elementary school.”
“So you’ll need the whole nine yards, then. A slip, pantyhose, shoes, all that. Okay, what’s your approximate height and weight then?”
“I’m five foot nothing (1.5 m) and 97 pounds (44 kg), the last time I checked. Oh, and Sean did buy me a pair of stiletto heels, but I can’t walk in them very well.”
“Oh, you’re a tiny little thing, aren’t you? No wonder you could pass for being a kid. We’re definitely going to have to stick to stores for petites, then. Even then, their smallest sizes might still be big on you. You might need to have alterations done for them to fit you properly, but we’ll figure it out. Are you available on Sunday to go shopping?”
“Yes, that’s one of my days off.”
“Great. I’ll see you then.”
On Sunday, Kate came to Sean and Alex’s place to pick up Alex and take her shopping. Sean introduced his cousin to his... whatever she was. There wasn’t a word to describe Sean’s and Alex’s relationship to each other. Kate and Alex already felt like they knew each other well enough to exchange a hug. Kate’s first impression was that this little girl really did look like she was 14, as tiny as she was, and wearing a T-shirt, jeans, and tennies with no makeup. She knew she had her work cut out for her to transform Alex into a plausible adult.
After talking more to Sean about it, she knew the priority was to get everything Alex would need for a fancy date, or, say, a wedding, but Sean also wanted Alex to have a variety of other clothing suitable for other occasions as well, so they focused on dresses and other items to go with dresses, while also stopping to consider other articles of clothing.
As they drove between stores, Kate advised Alex to limit wearing T-shirts to when she was home and/or doing physical work or exercising. Otherwise, to seem more adult-like, she should always wear a top specifically designed and cut for a woman no matter how casual the setting. Likewise with shoes; athletic shoes were fine for home or physical work or exercise, but otherwise she should wear feminine looking shoes, preferably with a heel, as short as she was, in order to give the impression of adulthood. She recommended that she get her ears pierced and routinely wear a necklace for the same effect. Alex soaked up all of this information like sponge. Kate made a mental note to talk to Sean about buying her some jewelry.
But Kate also found time to try to learn more about this obviously very young woman that her cousin seemed to be so smitten with. “So how did you and Sean meet?” she asked. “You don’t seem like you’re in the same social circle or line of work.”
Alex explained, “One night I was walking home from work when this man tried to grab me and started chasing me down the street. Sean happened to be driving by and he stopped and scared the guy off, and he took me home. Ever since then, he’s always either driven me to and from work himself or arranged a ride for me.”
That answer generated even more questions in Kate’s mind. “What were you thinking, walking by yourself at night? That’s just asking for trouble!”
“I didn’t have a choice. I was scheduled to close, I don’t have a car or even a license, I couldn’t get a ride from anyone, and I’m too poor to afford an Uber or anything like that,” Alex replied.
“Why don’t you have a license? Did you get a DUI or something?”
Alex laughed. “No, I’ve never had a driver’s license, and I don’t drink. I couldn’t afford driver’s ed, and I’ve never had anyone who would let me learn to drive in their car.”
“What about your parents?” Kate asked.
“My mother’s an alcoholic, and she permanently lost her license due to numerous DUI convictions. I haven’t seen my father since I was three years old. None of my mother’s boyfriends were willing to teach me in their cars.”
“You poor thing!” Kate said compassionately. “You have had a tough life, haven’t you?”
“I’ve managed to get by,” Alex replied as she shrugged.
“What kind of work do you do?” Kate asked.
“I work at a fast food restaurant. You name it, I do it.”
“Do you attend college?”
Alex laughed again. “Yeah, right,” she said sarcastically. It’s a miracle I finished high school. I work full-time and then some slinging burgers. I don’t have the time or money for college.”
“Why was it a miracle you finished high school? Bad grades?”
“My grades were okay, but not great. It was because I was working as many hours as possible, way more than was legal for a minor. I almost quit high school on several occasions so I could work even more. My mother could never keep a steady job, so unless she had a generous boyfriend, money was always scarce. She’d spend my child support payments on booze. Often, if I wanted to eat, I had to work.”
“This is just breaking my heart to hear this!” Kate exclaimed. “Do you still live with your mother?”
“No, she kicked me out when I turned 18 and the child support stopped. I haven’t seen her since.” Alex decided against volunteering that she currently lived with Sean, although Kate could probably guess that, since she’d picked her up there.
“I guess you’re living with Sean, then,” Kate realized.
“Well, yeah, but not like you’re probably thinking. I sleep in his guest room.”
“So my cousin is doing all this to help you and he’s not even getting sex out of it?”
“That’s right. He’s been so good to me. I don’t know what I did to deserve his kindness and generosity.”
“Well, if he was as moved by your story as I am, I get it. If I weren’t driving right now, I’d want to scoop you up and hold you tight and tell you everything’s going to be all right. I guess it’s a maternal instinct or something. If things ever don’t work out between you and Sean and you need a place to stay, you call me; I’ll put you up. And if you ever think of some other way that I can help you, let me know, and I’ll be glad to do it. Hear me? I mean it.”
“That’s very kind of you, Kate,” Alex replied.
Kate continued. “If you ever decide you want to become a hairdresser or cosmetologist, I’ll help you get licensed, and if I possibly can, I’ll give you a job, or find someone else who will.”
Alex was starting to become emotional. “Is everyone in your family as nice as you and Sean?” she asked as her eyes became watery.
Kate laughed. “No, not everyone. But I think you’d really like our family.”
Alex and Kate returned from their shopping spree with everything she’d need for a classy event – a royal blue dress, strappy high-heels (though not as high as the stilettos), and all of the other accessories. They also found several other outfits she could wear to less formal settings. Kate insisted that Alex put the new dress on so that Sean could see her in it. While Alex was changing, Kate whispered to Sean that he had to rave about the dress no matter what he actually thought of it for the sake of Alex’s self-esteem.
Alex returned to the living room rather self-conscious. She felt like a princess, but it was a very foreign feeling to her. Sean started in as soon as he saw her. “That’s a beautiful dress, Alex! It looks amazing on you! Turn around so I can see the back, too.” She did so, turning 360 degrees around. “I love it! You both did a fantastic job! Very nice!”
Alex beamed. She felt so pretty and special, and she relished the compliments from Sean. “Thanks,” she said. “I love it, too. Thank you so much for buying it for me!”
As Alex changed back into her regular clothes, Sean told his cousin, “There was no need for me to have to fake my approval. I really did mean all of that. Good job, Kate!”
The three of them then worked out a day when Alex was off work and could come to the salon for a haircut and styling and a makeup session, and Sean was free in the evening to take her on a proper date. Sean made an excuse why he couldn’t do it that week, but he agreed to the following week. In reality, he’d already looked into something he had in mind, and it was already sold out for the upcoming week.