By Karen Singer
Diane was too excited to sleep late so she was up and out of bed early. She really loved the games they were playing with Steve, and today Steve was supposed spend all day cleaning her apartment for her. She was expecting it to be fun and couldn’t wait. The only odd thing was how much he had seemed to enjoy it all at Monica’s place yesterday. But that didn’t matter, she loved the games anyway.
She looked around her apartment. It wasn’t as spotless as Monica’s apartment was, but still it was fairly neat and clean. There was no way she could ever let it be worse than it was. She had company coming over, and besides, she did have her pride. Actually though, the only one who was supposed to stop by was Monica. Ruth had her family to be with, and Carla was supposed to get Steve to do her place Monday night.
But despite that, since Steve was supposed to be coming by to clean, she still wandered around looking for some way to mess her apartment up a bit. She tried pulling out some pots and pans and leaving them out on the counter for him to put away, but they were already clean and it didn’t seem like much of a task for him. Finally, she decided that maybe she would get him to cook for her, then clean that up. That would work much better. She looked in her refrigerator. Luckily it hadn’t been too long since she had been grocery shopping, and she had plenty of food.
She walked back to her bedroom closet and opened the trunk that was in there – all her bondage toys she had collected. Yeah, it was going to be a fun day! At least she hoped it would be a fun day. She had mentioned once to Monica that she enjoyed a little bondage sometimes, and Monica had let her tie Steve a few times, but the others didn’t know. What would they think of her if they found out? When they found out, because as far as Diane was concerned, today with Steve could be a once in a lifetime opportunity that she just couldn’t pass up. She still worried about what the other women would think.
The waiting until Steve arrived seemed to drag by. She continually looked out the window, watching for him, hoping that he would be early, but looking back at the clock told her how silly she was. It wasn’t just early, it was way too early. But still, she watched and waited.
Finally, she saw his car drive up. She glanced at the clock again, he was early, but only by fifteen minutes. She watched as Steve got out of his car. She watched as he pulled his suitcase out of the back seat. She watched as he looked around to make sure there were no other cars coming before he crossed the parking lot. He was wearing another short skirt, this time with a light pink top and some kind of cork wedge shoes on his feet. She wondered briefly how he would look in that outfit with a wig. Could he possibly pass as a girl? Not a chance! It didn’t take much for her to see that. But still, watching him walk towards her apartment, the outfit did look kind of nice on him. Just like that flirty little red outfit he had worn the day before.
As she watched him heading for her apartment, she had to wonder if maybe he was moving more femininely than before. She wasn’t sure so she chalked that one up to her imagination. She went out to the balcony to greet him.
Steve noticed Diane coming out of her apartment and waved excitedly to her. Diane was struck again by how much he seemed to be enjoying this – when he should be hating it. She waited while he dragged his suitcase up the stairs.
“Hi Diane,” Steve said as he finally got to the upper level where her apartment was.
“Hey Steve,” she replied, looking him over critically. Yeah, it was kind of a cute outfit he was wearing. And his makeup looked somewhat acceptable. It all combined to make the whole outfit look somewhat good on him. He just needed a wig…or maybe not. As obvious as it was that he was a man wearing women’s clothes, there was the chance that the wig might make him look more like a girl, and that would take away too much of the humiliation he felt – or the humiliation he was supposed to be feeling, because once again it was all too obvious that he wasn’t feeling much humiliation at all. Why did he seem to be enjoying himself so much? He wasn’t supposed to be!
No matter, she had a few things in the trunk in her closet that should take care of that little problem.
As soon as Steve got through the door, he asked, “Would you like me to vacuum first, or dust?”
Diane just smiled as she led the way into her bedroom, crooking her finger for him to follow. She went straight to the trunk in her closet and opened it. Rummaging around, she pulled out a wide pink leather collar with a large D ring in the front. “This should go well with your top,” she said as she held it up for Steve to see.
Steve giggled, “Yeah, it’ll be perfect!”
Diane blinked in surprise. Had he just giggled? Once again she was struck by how much Steve seemed to be enjoying himself – and again she wondered why. She got behind Steve and fastened the collar around his neck with the D ring in front. Then she went back to her trunk and pulled out a small padlock. When she turned around, Steve was posing, trying to show off his new collar. Almost angrily, she snapped the lock shut so he couldn’t get the collar off – and all Steve did was to giggle again. Diane went back to her trunk and pulled out a pair of padded cuffs and locked them around his wrists. They were followed by a length of chain a little over two feet long that went from one cuff, through the D ring in his collar, then to the other wrist cuff. She padlocked the chain to the cuffs. Steve would now have to have one hand up against his throat to extend the other hand, and that hand could only extend part way out.
“That should make whatever you do today a little more difficult!” she told him decidedly. But again Steve was giggling as if he loved it. She watched as he pulled one hand out and then the other, over and over again. His attitude made Diane somewhat angry, so she went back to her chest and a minute later Steve’s ankles were joined by another chain that left him only a few inches for walking. Steve would have to shuffle around her apartment while he attempted to clean it.
“Now,” she said to him, finally feeling more in control, “go clean!”
But as Steve shuffled and tottered his way toward her living room, she could hear giggles escaping from him every few feet. She could only stare and wonder what was wrong with him. “Stop laughing!” she ordered. But that just brought a louder guffaw that Steve tried to stifle but couldn’t. The fact that he seemed to be loving it so much was definitely irritating her. Maybe trying to work for a while in the chains he was wearing would finally take the smile off his face. She could only hope.
But a little while later, she was sitting in her chair watching Steve trying to vacuum her rug, when she caught him laughing again. He would stretch one arm out, pushing the cleaner with it, then he would extend his other arm to grab it and pull it back. It looked like he was playing some kind of game with it. His laughter and the fact that he seemed to be enjoying his predicament so much was definitely getting to her.
She went back to the trunk in her closet. When she came back again, she held what she had gotten behind her back so Steve couldn’t see it. She grabbed the vacuum cleaner from him and turned it off. “Open wide!” she ordered. The look of puzzlement on Steve’s face was by far the most satisfying thing she had seen yet that morning. But Steve dutifully opened his mouth. “Wider!” she said as she brought the ball gag up to his lips and pushed. “Wider!” she had to order again. The ball gag was so big that Steve could barely get it through his teeth. Once the ball was in place, she quickly fastened and locked it behind his head. “There! Maybe now you won’t be laughing so much.”
Steve made a sound like he was trying to answer her, but the only thing that came out was a muffled humming sound. Steve’s eyes went wide. He tried to speak again and again only an odd little hum came out. Diane’s satisfaction was finally complete. “Now you can go back to work.”
Steve made another humming sound to answer, then more sounds as he turned around to start cleaning again. And Diane realized that he was laughing behind his gag. He was loving that too. What was wrong with him? Fuming, she went back to her chair to sit and watch him. He looked ridiculous…dressed as a girl, his hands chained to the collar at his throat, his lipsticked mouth stretched wide open by the ball gag, and his feet tethered so he only had a few inches for walking. And he was loving it! The more she tried to make him miserable, the more he seemed to like it.
The doorbell rang. That should be Monica she thought. But as she got up to get it, Steve switched off the vacuum cleaner and made sounds as if to say, “I’ll get it.” She watched as he quickly tried to shuffle his way toward her door. The doorbell rang a second time before he could get there to open it.
Monica blinked, and stared, and blinked again, and kept staring. Steve, dressed in another short skirt outfit, had his hands chained to a collar on his neck, and a big ball gag stuck in his mouth, and he was making all kinds of muffled noises as he rocked his head and half his body back and forth as if the entire affair was nothing but hilarious. And when he moved back so she could get in, she noticed that his ankles had been chained so closely together that he could hardly walk.
Her mouth stuck open and unable to take her eyes off of him, she entered the apartment. She stood still and watched as he closed the door behind her, then shuffled his way further into the apartment, still acting like he was having the best time in the world. Monica just stood there by the door, her mouth open, watching and wondering what was going on.
“Come on in, Monica,” Diane called from the living room where Steve was just then getting to the vacuum cleaner in the middle of the room.
Monica forced herself to move, but she still couldn’t take her eyes off of Steve. The vacuum suddenly kicked to life, and she watched as Steve attempted to vacuum, bound up as he was. It was nothing but bizarre! Everything she had seen since the door opened had been nothing but bizarre.
“Let’s go to the kitchen where we can talk,” Diane suggested over the noise of the vacuum.
Monica didn’t even nod. Still wide-eyed, she followed Diane into the kitchen. The noise was somewhat quieter. “You said you enjoyed a little bit of bondage sometimes,” Monica said, “but I didn’t expect the chains and stuff.”
Diane blushed. “Does it bother you too much? I can remove them. I just thought…well…I enjoy it. And since Steve here is kind of under our thumb, so to speak…. Well, I guess he’s supposed to be under our thumb. Although I’m not sure how much that is right now. Anyway, I just thought, why not.”
Monica shook her head. “I just didn’t expect….”
Diane quickly placed her hand on Monica’s arm. “I’ll get rid of all the chains and stuff, real quick.”
“No!” Monica replied. “I mean, it’s okay as far as I’m concerned. If it’s something you enjoy then…well…I guess, why not. Besides, he’s supposed to be here to work for you today. I don’t care how you want him to do it. I guess that’s up to you.”
“You’re sure you don’t mind?”
“No. Like I said, it’s up to you today. It just surprised me, that’s all.”
Diane smiled shyly. “I was just trying to make him a little…less comfortable today. But so far….” She turned to watch Steve trying to vacuum again and shook her head. “It’s like yesterday. No matter what I do to him, he seems to love it. I just don’t understand.”
“I don’t either,” Monica replied, “but I’m beginning to gain a healthy respect for this Sorceress woman…whoever she is.”
“Coffee?” Diane asked as she headed for the coffee pot.
“Please,” Monica replied as she took a seat at the table where she could still watch Steve.
A few minutes later, Diane delivered a fresh cup of coffee to Monica, and sat down with her own cup. “How do you think she’s doing it?” Diane asked.
Monica had been mostly watching Steve trying to work and hadn’t paid much attention to Diane’s question. “Doing it? Who doing what?”
“I mean the Sorceress. How is she making him enjoy it so much?”
Monica shook her head. “I don’t know. But I’m not sure Steve actually knows what he’s doing.”
“Well I would think that much is obvious. He’s dressed as a girl, and cleaning my apartment while wearing chains, and he seems to be loving every bit of it. Of course he doesn’t know what he’s doing.”
“No,” Monica replied. “I don’t think Steve knows what he’s doing.”
“That’s what you just said.”
“No. He called me last night. Fairly late last night. And he thought he had missed coming to my place to clean yesterday. He didn’t seem to remember any of it. At least, he didn’t sound like he did. But I wouldn’t put it past him to try to make it look like he didn’t remember it, when he did remember it perfectly.”
“So we wouldn’t think he was really enjoying himself that much.”
Diane tried to take that in. “And what about the Sorceress?”
Monica shook her head. “I just don’t know. Maybe there is no Sorceress. Maybe it’s all just Steve trying to make us think there is.”
“Why would he do that?”
Monica shook her head again. “I have no idea. Maybe he just wants everyone to think there is, so he can use it as a lame excuse for what he likes doing.”
“You mean like dressing in drag all the time?”
Monica nodded. “Why not? It’s the best answer I can come up with right now.”
Diane shook her head. “I just don’t know. I only went out with him the once, and that was a long time ago. But I’ve known him a little ever since then, and I never got the least little notion that he was like that.”
“Well look at him!” Monica countered. “What else are we supposed to think?”
Diane watched Steve for a few more moments and could only agree. Evidently, Steve really was that way…and it was only just now coming out. “I guess it’s just this deal with the Sorceress that has me so confused,” she finally said. “Why bother? He has to know that nobody in their right mind would ever believe it.”
“I don’t know,” Monica replied. “But I guess there are stranger things in this world than someone making up lame excuses for what they want to do.”
“So if he really does like all this so much, what do we do about it? We’re not punishing him at all. He’s…in heaven for heaven’s sake.”
Monica nodded. “I’m not sure what to do yet. I’ll have to think about it. But right now, since he seems to love it so much, I’m half inclined to try giving it to him…with both barrels. We’ll see how much he likes it then. And his stupid job be damned!”
“What do you mean? What do you want to do?”
Monica shook her head. “I’m really not sure yet. I haven’t had time to really figure it all out. Let me consider it for a while first.”
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Since Monica didn’t really trust Steve’s cooking, and Diane couldn’t seem to remember anyone mentioning that Steve could cook, Diane fixed lunch for herself and Monica, but they had Steve deliver it to the table. Awkwardly picking up the first plate, Steve, or rather Karen, held it in both hands, then bent over a little, with drool dripping out of her gagged mouth, she made the same noise over and over again with each quick shuffling step she took towards the table. “Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh…” It was actually funny to her since she was trying to run and make train noises as she hurried. The gag in her mouth just didn’t let those noises come out properly – which was hilarious in itself. She delivered the plate in front of Monica. Then she stood up straight and made a bunch of noises through her gag like she was talking – all the while rolling her eyes, waving her arms around in the air, and cocking her body back and forth like she was animatedly saying something funny. She finally wiped the drool from her mouth with her arm, and shuffled back to the counter for the second plate, again pretending she was a train on a track and making the same noises. As far as she was concerned, it was hilarious! She delivered the second plate to Diane in exactly the same manner she had with Monica’s plate, including the funny animated talking afterwards. Then, extending her left hand, which brought her right hand up to her neck, she did her best to shuffle sideways back toward the living room while she waved with her extended hand. It was so funny! Karen was having a blast!
“You’re absolutely right,” Monica said, still watching Steve shuffle sideways away. “This isn’t working at all!”
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By midafternoon, Diane couldn’t take anymore. She called Steve into her bedroom where she removed the gag and chains.
Steve, or rather Karen, laughed. “That was soooo much fun! Got any more things in there we can try?”
Diane was more than angry with Steve’s stupid crazy attitude towards it all. “No! Just get your things and get out of here.”
“But it’s early yet,” Steve complained. “I was having fun!”
“Get out!” Diane yelled as she pointed toward her door. For the first time all day, she saw Steve’s face look unhappy. Finally! But once again, his reaction was all wrong. She watched as Steve grabbed his purse and his suitcase, and dragged it out the door. What was wrong with that man? But the answer to that question was all too obvious. Everything!
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At nine o’clock that evening, Diane laid a pile of things on her bed. Stark naked, she sat on the bed next to the pile. She stuck the same gag that Steve had worn all day into her mouth and locked it behind her head. Bending at the waist, she grabbed the end of a chain that was fastened to the foot of her bed and wrapped it several times around her crossed ankles, locking it in place with one of several open padlocks she pulled at random from the pile on the bed. Picking up a bar from the pile of things next to her, she painfully spread her knees wide apart and attached the spreader bar, putting a lot of pressure on her bound ankles and forcing her knees wide apart so she would be unable to close them. The pink collar with the ring that Steve had worn all day went around her neck and was also locked in place so she wouldn’t be able to remove it. She locked padded wrist restraints onto each of her wrists. Instead of the short two foot chain that she had made Steve wear all day, she strung a longer four foot chain through the ring in the collar, then attached one end of the chain to her right wrist, still leaving her other arm free.
She rolled over and looked at the pile of keys on her night table. With a great deal of difficulty, she stretched and turned out the light, leaving her in darkness. She fished the free end of the chain that ran from her one arm and through her collar, around the top of her headboard, then she locked the end of it to the padded cuff on her free arm.
She was now thoroughly bound to her bed. She would be just able to reach the keys, but not without a great deal of difficulty. And if she wasn’t careful, she could knock them all down on the floor and never be able to reach them. As it was, she would have to try key after key to find the one to release the only arm she could reach with before she could unlock any of the other locks. Attempting to do any of it in the dark was impossible…and dangerous. She was stuck there for the night until the sun came up.
She felt alive. Bound as she was with her knees forced wide open, she felt vulnerable. She laid there dreaming of some man having his way with her. She dreamed it and writhed in agony and ecstasy all night long. It wasn’t just binding someone else up that she enjoyed so much. That was definitely fun. But what she really wanted was someone to do it to her. To control her. Someone to truly take charge of her…and let her know she was in their hands…and loved.