Dave and Elaine

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Dave and Elaine
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Mon, 06-29-2009 - 12:19am
Driving his rented Mazda down I-25, Dave found himself in awe of the majesty of the countryside surrounding him, and how different it all was from the cozier landscapes he was used to back east. He’d flown into Denver last night, but hadn’t really been able to see very much then, as the sun had already set by the time his plane touched down, leaving him to pick up the car from Hertz and drive up to Fort Collins in the dark. His first view of the area had come this morning, after obtaining a street map from the desk clerk at his hotel and going out for a run. It had been overcast directly overhead, but clear over both the plains to the east and the mountains to the west, and the cloud cover acted to funnel the sunlight, bathing the peaks of the Front Range in a pink and purple glow that was absolutely glorious.

He was here for a job interview, having recently gotten out of a three-year live-in relationship that ended on a very sour note. Realizing that his newfound freedom opened up opportunities that wouldn’t have been possible previously, he’d instructed the recruiter he was working with that he would be wide open when it came to considering geographical locations. When the call came in that a company in Colorado liked what they saw from his resume, Dave had been intrigued. Although he was personally unfamiliar with the area, his friend Elaine had moved to Boulder a couple of years back and fallen in love with it. In fact it was her he was headed to see right now. The interview was scheduled for a Friday, and the company had been more than willing to allow him to fly home on Sunday as long as he picked up the additional expenses that would be incurred by staying over the weekend. A quick text message to Elaine had confirmed that he could crash on her couch, and plans quickly came together.



The interview itself had gone extremely well. Dave spent the better part of the day being grilled technically. After finding out more about the specifics of the position it definitely seemed like a good match from both sides. Although it would take them a couple of business days to check his references and put a written offer together, he’d received a verbal assurance from the director of the division he was interviewing with that one would be forthcoming. A change in scenery would do him the world of good, from more than one perspective, and he was quite excited by the possibilities.



By now his exit was fast approaching, and as he turned off the interstate and onto local roads, heading west into Longmont and then down the Diagonal Highway towards Boulder, his thoughts naturally turned from where he’d been to where he was going. Elaine was someone he knew from his college days, the two of them members of a loose knit group of friends that centered on the apartment where they’d both lived at different times. She had been one of the first of their circle to move in there, along with her then-boyfriend Joe, while Dave had been among the last of the group to live there prior to graduating and moving on to more adult quarters. About a year after she’d first moved in, quite suddenly to those like Dave who saw it from a distance, Elaine had broken up with Joe, dropped out of school and moved back home with her parents, ultimately taking a year off before changing her major to English and finishing a degree at her local state university.



The last time they’d seen each other was a little over a year ago, just before she took a job as a technical writer in the computer center at the University of Colorado and moved out to the front range, where she now spent her days working on documentation for undergraduates, and taking care of whatever other odd jobs needed doing. Dave was quite looking forward to catching up with her, and finding out what had been going on in her life in the meantime. The plans they’d made included Indian food for dinner tonight, doing some biking up one of the canyons tomorrow, and just hanging out. All in all, he expected it to be a relaxing and enjoyable weekend.


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Mon, 06-29-2009 - 9:40am
YAY, you're back



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Mon, 06-29-2009 - 10:10pm
Hmmmmmmm.......... interesting
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Mon, 06-29-2009 - 10:30pm
Elaine hurried through the final tasks of her workday with one eye on the clock, wanting to ensure she made it home to her apartment before Dave arrived. Although he was someone she’d known for some time, since her move to Colorado last year they hadn’t kept in touch as much as had previously been the case. She’d been surprised to learn of his breakup with Ashley, as the two of them had seemingly been headed for marriage, the house in the suburbs with the white picket fence, the 1.58 kids, matching BMWs, and the whole kit and kaboodle. No doubt all the sordid details would be forthcoming over dinner this evening.

She also reflected, idly, on why she and Dave had never hooked up. Partly she knew it was because one or both of them had been involved with someone else for most of the time they’d known each other, starting with her and Joe, and also Dave and that girl Sarah he was dating when they first met. Then there was the fact that he was one of the nicest guys she knew, and that their friendship held a certain comfort level for them both, one that she wouldn’t want to see messed up by trying to force it to become something it wasn’t. She also wasn’t sure if this particular nice guy had an inner tiger that was capable of coming out to play in the bedroom, a quality she very much needed in a bedmate, although she half suspected he might based on an odd remark she’d overheard him make to Sarah at a Halloween party long ago. Over the years she’d blown up that one tiny incident into a fully fleshed out and rather kinky fantasy, and if the reality turned out not to live up to that it would be difficult to contain her disappointment.



“Stop it,” she told herself, realizing that she was just as likely to affect their easy friendship by fretting too much as she was by making an unwelcome pass. Instead she forcibly turned her thoughts to the favor she planned on asking that evening. She was extremely nervous about bringing it up with him, as doing so revealed a side of her that she’d never been comfortable sharing with anyone, and she really hoped it wasn’t going to freak him out too much.



Friday night traffic delays caused her to make it home just in the nick of time, so when Dave arrived a few minutes later she apologized for her tardiness and invited him to help himself to a beer from the fridge, and make himself comfortable, while she finished getting ready to go out. The restaurant they were going to was popular with the students, featuring southern Indian cuisine. It was fairly small, with furnishings that leaned heavily towards cheap and functional, but as they arrived on the early side they were seated right away. Over dosai and Kingfisher beer they caught up on the past year and exchanged gossip about mutual friends before moving on to the inevitable subject.



“So what happened with Ashley?” she interjected into a lull in the conversation just as they were finishing up their main courses. She was genuinely curious, of course, and concerned for how her friend was doing, but if she was being honest with herself she would be forced to admit that she brought it up partly to delay the topic that she needed to discuss with him.



He sighed audibly, and paused before replying, as if choosing his words carefully. “You know, with the number of times I’ve asked myself that, I still don’t have any real idea. Nine months ago things were going great. I’d just moved into her condo, and we’d started window-shopping in jewelry stores, looking at engagement rings. Then, one night, she went out after work with her girlfriends. No big deal, she’d done it plenty of times before, except that this time she didn’t come home until 8 o’clock the following morning, minus her panties.”



“Oh Dave, I’m so sorry! That totally sucks.”



“I was ready to leave then and there. But she was all, ‘I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened, we were drinking, I got carried away, it will never happen again, I love you.’ So we put the wedding plans on hold, and tried to patch things back together. For a while our sex life was all blowjobs and Victoria’s Secret, like she was trying a little too hard to make it up to me, or maybe just to convince herself that everything was okay, I don���t really know which. Probably a little of both, in the end.”



“And?”



“Six months went by, and it felt like we were making some progress, that we’d finally reached the point where it was no longer hanging in the air between us all the time. Things didn’t seem quite as forced, and marriage talk began creeping back into our conversation. I think we were both starting to look upon the incident as a bad dream. When we thought about it at all, that is, which was becoming less and less frequent. Until one afternoon, when she called to say that she was going out with her girlfriends again after work.”



“Oh my God, what did you say?”



“What could I say? I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as soon as the words left her mouth. But, I had to let her go. She was either going to behave herself, or she wasn’t, but that ball was entirely in her court. She said she’d be home by 9:00, and I told her to have fun. At 9 o’clock, with no sign of her and no message saying she’d been delayed, I started packing up my things. It didn’t take long, since I was the one who’d moved into her place and all my furniture was in storage anyway, so it was really just my clothes and some personal belongings. At 10:00 I walked out the door, leaving my keys on the kitchen table with a note that said, ‘I hope he was worth it.’ “



“Where did you go? What did you do?”



“I checked into a hotel for the night, and turned my cell phone off. The next morning I called into work, saying that I needed to take some of my accrued vacation time, and went hiking in the mountains for 3 days. When I came back down, I had over 50 messages from her, but with a newfound clarity I realized that the overwhelming emotion I was feeling was relief, as if a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I called her back and let her know that things were well and truly over this time, and that I was moving on with my life. I found a cheap apartment with a month by month tenancy until I figure out what I’m doing long term, and now here I am.”



“Oh Dave, I’m so sorry,” Elaine repeated, taking each of his hands in hers and fighting the urge to stand up and give him a hug.



“You know, I’ve got just enough distance from it now that I believe she was feeling the same thing. The reason this happened every time we got close to making a long-term commitment was because, subconsciously, she also knew it would have been a mistake. She picked one hell of a way to let me know she wasn’t ready, though.”



There wasn’t much more for either of them to say on the subject, so after a brief silence their conversation naturally drifted back into small talk. In particular, Dave was interested in her experience moving from the east coast to the Front Range, and how she found it here. As the waiter cleared their plates and brought them dessert menus to peruse, Elaine took a deep breath, forced the lump down out of her throat, and prepared to raise the subject that had been weighing on her mind all day.



“Dave, can I ask you for a favor while you’re here? There’s something I’d really appreciate if you could do for me.” The question hung in the air between them for a moment, the sound of her heartbeat pounding in her head as she waited for the other shoe to drop, anticipating the laughter that was sure to follow once her friend learned what a freak show she really was.



“That all depends on what it is, of course, but I imagine so.”



“There’s something that I’m into, a sexual something, that I’d like you to help me with tonight.” No sooner had the words left her mouth than she saw from the look on Dave’s face where his mind was going and rushed to head it off. “Don’t worry, I’m not making a pass at you.”



“Well that’s certainly a relief. Not that I’d exactly mind fielding a pass from an attractive and intelligent woman, but what exactly are you doing, then?”



She looked straight into his eyes, and hesitated for a moment before continuing. Pandora’s box had been opened, and there was no other path available to her now except for the one that led forward. “Look, I’m just going to lay my cards out on the table. I enjoy being tied up, really enjoy it, if you know what I mean.”



She waited for the laughter that she was sure would follow her revelation; the snide remark or quick joke that would indicate just how ridiculous he found her kinky desires. Instead, he responded with, “Wow, we may have more in common than I ever realized.”



“What do you mean by that?” she asked, confused.



“It doesn’t matter. So I take it you’re asking me if I’d be willing to do the tying?”



“No, not that,” she forced the words out, reading at this point from a mental script she’d prepared well in advance. “I’ve played around a little with tying myself up, but as you might imagine, it’s really only very small things that I can do with that. Attempting any kind of major bondage by myself would entail far too much risk, since if I tied myself up and then couldn’t get out of it, I’d be stuck. What I was hoping to be able to do while you’re here is to try some real self-bondage, where I’m genuinely immobilized for a period of time, and just have you check on me in the morning to make sure I’m okay, kind of like a sexual spotter.”



He laughed at her comparison, but readily agreed to do as she asked. Elaine breathed a huge sigh of relief, as much at her friend not ridiculing her for what she wished to do as at his willingness to help her out, and suddenly found that her appetite for dessert had dissipated.



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Mon, 06-29-2009 - 11:20pm

Steve ... it's always a pleasure to go along on these rides with you....


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Tue, 06-30-2009 - 7:41am
Wow.... This is really, really good. I like it!


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Tue, 06-30-2009 - 7:45am

self bondage?

Now THERE is a concept

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Tue, 06-30-2009 - 8:18am
LOL... I was thinking almost the same thing. Is that even possible?


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Tue, 06-30-2009 - 8:18am
Thanks, BL!!


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Tue, 06-30-2009 - 8:22am

i suppose it is.......

I guess we have to read on

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Tue, 06-30-2009 - 11:41pm
They made their way back to Elaine’s apartment and attempted, not quite successfully, to continue their small talk. The favor she’d asked of him hung heavily in the air between them, leading to the occasional pregnant pause in the conversation. At the same time Dave’s mind was racing, attempting to process the implications of her request. Finally, as the evening wore on and their eyelids grew heavy, the inevitability of what was about to transpire could be put off no longer. He asked her to show him what she had in mind for the bondage, so that he would know what he was dealing with in terms of guaranteeing her safety. She excused herself to do what she needed to in the bathroom, changed into a fresh pair of panties and a t-shirt, then called him to join her in the bedroom, requesting that he fetch an ice cube tray from the freezer before doing so.

The basic setup was fairly simple. A small hook was mounted in the ceiling directly above the middle of her bed, from which a string hung down, with a ring tied to the end that dangled in the air about a foot above the mattress. A second hook was mounted in the ceiling on the side of the room, directly above the dresser. She showed him how she planned on placing some ice cubes inside a knee-high stocking, then feeding the top of the stocking through the ring that dangled from the string, and tying the end of the stocking off to the hook above the dresser. Elaine would be bound and handcuffed on the bed, with the keys to the cuffs attached to the ring. After the ice melted, dripping into a bowl that was set on the dresser below, the ring would be able to slip off the toe of the stocking and swing down to where she’d be able to reach it and use the keys to un-cuff herself.



“Are you sure about the time it will take for the ice to melt?” he asked.



“I’ve tested it several times, with different numbers of ice cubes. Six cubes should give me just about four hours.”



After setting up the ice and stocking Elaine returned to the bed, where various items were set out on the nightstand in preparation. Turning to face him, she paused for a moment, as if waiting for him to leave.



“Sorry,” he told her, “but if I’m here to guarantee your safety, I need to know everything about the situation you’re putting yourself in.”



Shrugging, she grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and raised it above her navel. Maintaining eye contact the whole time, she picked up a length of rope and doubled it up, placing the loop that formed in the middle between her belly button and the waistband of her lacy black boy shorts. The tails of the rope were fed around her waist, through the loop, and then back around her waist a couple of times in the other direction before being tied off. Watching her bind herself, Dave struggled to control his breathing. The effect of seeing rope laid on skin was an erotic charge that made a beeline for his already stiffening prick. He fervently hoped his face wasn’t betraying just how much of a shared interest this was for him.



Elaine, inevitably, began sensing his growing excitement in spite of his best efforts to keep it to himself. “So is this playing right into your fantasies then, having a scantily clad woman tie herself up while you watch?” she asked, cheekily.



“Oh God, you have no idea!”



She laughed a little at that, a high-pitched giggle intended to cover her own nervousness at what was taking place, and went back to binding herself under his scrutiny. The next piece of rope-work was a fascinating herringbone braid formed out of what appeared to be three lengths of rope of different colors, folded in half to form six tails. On one end of the braids the loops had been left loose for a few inches, while the other end of it separated into two three-strand braids. On the loop end, a few inches below where the braid started, it appeared that the braid had separated into two three-strand braids for a while, and then recombined into a single braid of all six tails, forming a slit about two and a half inches long in the center of the braid.



As Dave watched, she tucked the loop at the top end of the braid underneath the front of her waist rope, fed the rest of the braid through it, and pulled it tight. The braid was fed around her crotch, over the top of her panties, and one of the tails fed underneath the waist rope behind her back. Sensing where she was going with this, Dave moved behind her and took the two tails of the braid from her, tying them off and cinching the braid snugly between her legs.



“Thank you,” she said, spinning around to face him once again. Lowering her eyes to his crotch, she allowed them to linger pointedly on his growing erection. “I gather someone likes what he sees so far?”



He let her comment go unanswered. After a moment she raised her eyes to his once again, then picked up a vibrating egg and tucked it inside her panties, where it nestled into the slit in the braid, which parted slightly to press it firmly against her clitoris from either side. Picking up a pair of nipple clamps, she went to feed them under her t-shirt, but Dave placed his hand over hers and took them from her. Reaching under her shirt with his right hand, he gently fastened one of the clamps to her very erect left nipple, and then allowed his hand to linger, copping a feel of her breast.



“Oh my!” she gasped, as he repeated the process on the other side. Picking up a bottle of water from the nightstand, she unscrewed the cap and drank the contents down quickly. Moving into a kneeling position on the bed she picked up a leather collar, and turned her head towards him once again.



“Would you care to do the honors?” she asked, huskily.



Dave didn’t need to be asked twice. Taking the collar from her he wrapped it around her neck, sliding the slit in one end over the metal D-ring on the other. Without needing to be told what came next he picked a dog lead up off the nightstand and led it around one of the bars in the headboard, feeding the clip through the looped handle before cinching it tight, just as Elaine had done with the rope braid around her crotch, and clipped it to her collar. The lead was just long enough to allow her to toss and turn normally on the bed, but would not allow her up to fetch the items that would be needed to free herself from her bonds.



Without either of them being aware of it, the dynamic between them had subtly shifted. At first Dave had simply been an observer of things Elaine was doing to herself. Now she had ceded control to him, and he was not about to volunteer to give it back. The final item on the nightstand was a pair of handcuffs, which he tucked through the junction of the waist rope and crotch braid behind her back, diagonally from upper right to lower left, and secured them around her wrists. The cuffs were of the double locking variety, so that they would not tighten up on her inadvertently during the night, and the keys were in them, allowing them to be locked. The keys were attached to a simple key ring, to which were also affixed a metal fishing weight, what looked like a remote control clicker for a car, and a clip at the end of a short metal braid. Removing the keys from the cuffs and inspecting the various items, Dave pushed the button on the clicker, and heard the vibe in her panties start to buzz. Finally he took the key ring and clipped it to the ring at the end of the string that was fastened around the stocking at the side of the room.


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