(Who knows what can happen?
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Jess’ eyes watched on as i placed something on the coffee table next to the sofa and pulled it around so she could see. It was hard to avoid feeling like a detective in an interrogation laying out the key evidence in front of a suspect asking them to explain it. Whatever Jess was thinking, as soon as her eyes clocked the collection of four items she was able to recollect their significance.
The first item was a grey woollen scarf. It had been carefully placed in a way that showed her name that was still inscribed with her name on its label. Without context, the item would appear to have no significance but Jess knew all too well about it.
The second item was a roll of brown parcel tape. Again insignificant to the unsuspecting eye but a key clue as to this information i knew about her which she thought was private.
The third item was a blue notebook. Its edges were slightly battered from wear and tear but its contents would be still in relative good condition.
The final item was what Jess’ eyes had concentrated on. A red ball gag. It had a black leather strap to secure behind the head. I let her mind calculate everything that was before her on the coffee table as i sat back in the armchair and smiled at her.
It was a few awkward moments before i decided to break the ice.
“Erm...so i stumbled upon this pile of stuff when I had been given a detention to clean the changing rooms late after school. I should apologise i tried to give it back to you but...there was never the right time. I didn't want to embarrass you and if you declined all knowledge, you might have casted me as the weirdo. I hope you can understand.”
Jess’ facial expressions seemed to be changing every few moments. She blushed from embarrassment over how they had ended up in my possession and the fact her secret was known by someone else. She gave an appreciative smile that i didn't just leak it across the college. Humiliation at not being able to do anything about this interaction and growing curiosity about just what could be in store.
“I’ve been into it for a while. Like A WHILE.” Jess finally spoke as she opened up on a private part of her life.
“Everyday i got the bus and would indulge in my interest on the boring commute to the college. I would use the ball gag in colder weather and hide it under the scarf. It would add a sense of excitement and danger to my every day life. It was silly really.” She smiled, reminiscing as she spoke.
“There were a few close shaves, the bus being unusually busy. Someone sitting next to me trying to instigate conversation. I usually got over the situation and not being able to reply by writing on a notepad that i couldn't speak as i had a sore throat. Usually this would get me out of trouble.” She giggled.
“As my interest and fantasies around the subject grew i would do some light selfbondage in the changing rooms after classes had finished and i knew it would be quiet. As for the book, yeah...” Jess couldn't bring herself to explain the book further right now. Her cheeks were bright like a tomato.
“Its ok.” I reassured her. “I will admit, i did have a read and it seemed somebody had a crush on me.” I slightly teased but in a manner where she could hopefully be comfortable. “Maybe we both should have been braver, the feeling was mutual.” I laughed.
The book itself contained Jess’ ramblings about her interest in bondage. From drawings and ideas to fantasy stories. There were a few segments that mentioned me. She certainly fantasised about being tied up and dominated. Some sections racier than others depending on her mood for the day or time period. I was certainly flattered.
“I guess i did. You were always intriguing to me. I was with quite a popular crowd so knew it was probably not wise to trust the boys that went with that crowd. You were in a smaller crowd, kinda cute and thats where it all began. Maybe it was fate that i forgot those items that night as i realised the time and rushed for the bus.” Jess smiled. “Thank you though...for not telling.”
“Dont mention it. I wouldnt do that.” I reassured her as we both began to get more comfortable.
“With all this information in mind, this is why you are here in a way. I want to play with this fantasy of your of being tied and dominated...if you are ready for it that is.”
“Of course.” Jess beamed, excited for what was to come.
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