Revenge
By Karen Singer
Chapter 21
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.”
“What for?”
“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.
