Having It All

by Jurgen von Stuka

  I wonder if they plan to really let me go after this. Obviously, they aren’t afraid that I’ll tell the police or someone at the office.

  Then another thought came to her, one that she didn’t want to contemplate: no one knew where she was. No one knew that she’d taken off with Ellen and Frank and no one was going to worry about her for at least two weeks because they thought she was in Buffalo. Well, at least if she didn’t show up at the reunion Tuesday, maybe someone up there would call her cell phone, but other than that, it was unlikely that anyone would even start looking for her for a few weeks. By then, she could be anywhere Ellen and company wanted to take her; even out of the country.

  Don’t be absurd. They don’t want to hurt me. They are just playing with me. I can tell that. This is serious sport to them. I can tell that from the look in Ellen’s eyes and her smile. She wants me to adapt to her thing. All that stuff about me dressing badly and having stupid boyfriends is pretty true, I suppose. Then Patty thought about the real truth, the reality that had been running around in her mind since she woke up in chains. She needed to face the fact that she was a closet submissive. She knew this. She had known it for most of her life. She had always secretly enjoyed being bound and imagining that someone was controlling her. She had also known that this kind of fantasy was extremely common among both men and women and that most people just repressed the desire to be dominated.

  Philosophically, she also knew and believed that this human characteristic was what often got people in trouble. As they subconsciously sought domination, humans accepted or put into place leaders, governments and laws that they realized, perhaps only much later, were repressive. This had happened throughout history and Patty had, while a history major in college, written her master’s thesis about the historical inclination of mankind to set up governments which controlled every move and thought. She had postulated then that perhaps this error was governed by man’s innate need to be dominated, accompanied by the fact that there were also humans who desperately wanted to dominate others. Her history teachers had accepted the paper and commented that it was an interesting theory, but that some of her conclusions were hard to support. Her professors had said that although there was little supporting evidence, the phenomenon certainly existed. Yet, few groups had ever admitted that they either sought domination or accepted it, historical facts to the contrary. In other words, most people would not admit to being essentially submissive, no matter what the facts showed.

  What usually happened, Patty knew, was that those who exercised control to the extreme were eventually recognized as dangerous to society and revolutions and wars had been fought to free the oppressed people under them. “Freedom from chains,” the historical catchphrase for revolutionaries, had a deeper meaning than most people would ever understand, she thought. As a history buff, Patty had years ago realized, however, that the real solution to this societal problem was that early recognition of the evolutionary trends of dominance was difficult to carry out since most people were inclined to ignore such issues until they became entrenched. Consider the office environment, she had thought. Everyone pretty much knew that Frank and Ellen, F&E Enterprises, were more than casually involved in S&M. But no one really cared as long as it didn’t affect them personally. Now, here, in the cellar, Patty knew it had gotten personal and it was apparently too late for her to do anything about it.

  Certainly, she had argued, in modern history, people who were intelligent and aware nevertheless avoided confrontations with dominant and controlling governments, rationalizing that it wasn’t so bad and that everything would come out fine in the end. Dozens of societies, such as the Germans and Japanese of the 1930’s and the African peoples of the twentieth century had all learned the hard way that allowing too much control to a very few dominant characters was always going to result in crippled societies and draconian measures of suppression. She had written that the first signs of repression were usually masked from all but a few astute members of the society because the draconian measures were instituted slowly and often presented to the population as in the interests of public safety and national security.

  Patty fantasized now, hanging from her chains, that she was an incarcerated political prisoner in a dungeon. This idea thrilled her and she ruminated further and knew that she wasn’t going to change any more than society would stop electing or appointing tyrants. To carry on her fantasy, she was probably going to continue to bitch and complain about the treatment that Ellen and Frank were subjecting her too, but she would also continue to seek more and more of it.

  Chapter Two

  The Acquisition of Katy

  Relaxing in the hot bath, Ellen revisited for the tenth time the operating plans that she and Frank had put together for Patty. She found no weakness in the plan and thus far it had all worked perfectly. She was hopeful that Patty would soon adapt, but she wasn’t worried about how long that might take. After all, Ellen thought, some people take longer than others.

  Take Katy, for example. It took her about 10 seconds to adapt.

  Katy was a young accountant who had come to E&F enterprises a few months back when she had been looking for work. The couple hired her in a flash, taking at once to the beautiful, recently graduated accounting student, giving her plenty of work and paying her well. At some point they had considered inviting her to the estate and, after considerable planning, they had picked her up at work one Friday afternoon, announcing that they were abducting her for the weekend. Katy had laughed and gotten into the SUV, reminding them that she had no clothes and not a thing to wear in the cool, autumn weather in the mountains, but actually happy to get out of the city with this neat, attractive couple. After the first hour of driving, Ellen switched seats with Katy and she got into the passenger seat while Frank drove. Sitting on the dash board, where Ellen had left them, were a pair of chromed police handcuffs.

  “Hey,” said Katy, picking up the cuffs and admiring them. “Where did you get these? They look very high end, Smith and Wesson, Professional grade.”

  “Boy,” said Frank, laughing with Ellen. “You sure know your bondage gear. They are top of the line. Care to try them on?”

  “Bondage gear?” asked Katy, turning to Ellen and then looking at Frank. “You guys into the scene?”

  “Ah, yes, sort of,” responded Frank, concentrating on looking ahead and not at the cute blond with the flip hair and green eyes.

  “Oh, my gosh,” said Katy slowly.

  “That bother you?” Ellen asked.

  “Bother me? Hell no. I had heard some stuff while in your offices, but just assumed it was the usual water cooler trash about the boss and really didn’t give it a second thought…until now. I just don’t know anyone else in the scene and I haven’t been in the city long enough to explore. I’m pretty careful, but do my own thing and have a pretty good collection of gear.”

  “Really!” said F&E together, happily.

  “Well, you found two of us now, Honey,” Ellen said. “We are definitely into it, but very private as well. Too many nutcases wandering around, wanting to tie you up and then not knowing what to do as a follow up.”

  “Right,” said Katy. “So are your guys abducting me and should I draw up my will?” She laughed, looking at each of her hosts. “Can I try these on? You do have the keys, right?”

  “Sure,” said Frank, digging into the unused ash tray and pulling out a pair of standard handcuff keys. “And there’s another with a long stem on my belt and Ellen has one too, so we won’t keep you in them….at least not for long,” he said, smiling at the blond.

  “Wow,” spouted Katy, slipping off her jacket and handling the new cuffs like they were an expensive piece of Harry Winston jewelry that someone had just given her. She was wearing a chamois leather vest that fit snuggly around her waist and breasts. Under that, she had on what appeared to be a Lycra body stocking. Her expensive, fitted blue jeans were tucked into knee high dark brown leather boots with a flat heel. “Front or back?” she
happily queried, looking back at Ellen for approval.

  “Front,” said Ellen.

  “Back,” said Frank. They all laughed and Katy put one cuff on her left wrist, picked the keys out of the ashtray and used one end of the key to set the ratchet lock on the cuff, then put both hands behind the seat and closed the second cuff around her right wrist. Because of the thickness of the seat back, she had to press her back into the seat and then put her arms fully around the seat so that her elbows were far enough back to allow her to bring her hands together behind the seat.

  “Oops,” she said. “I really didn’t want it that tight. The keys are in my hand Ellen, would you loosen the right one up a tad?”

  “Sure enough,” said Ellen, taking the keys and unlocking the cuff, letting the ratchet slide a bit, then testing its tightness. “How’s that? Ok?”

  “Oh yes,” said Katy brightly, blushing prettily. Her eyes, Ellen noticed, were literally sparkling, as if she had suddenly been given a valuable and much desired gift. “I just love it and this is better than doing it by myself. Please set the lock, okay?”

  Ellen used the keys to set the lock on the right cuff and then reached forward, putting the keys back into the ashtray. “Happy, Katy?” Ellen asked, sitting back in her seat and refastening her seat belt.

  “Oh, yeah. Great. Now, if we just had a gag….” Katy said, rambling off in her active fantasy.

  “You’re kidding, right?” asked Frank, who was taking this all in and wondering exactly what they had stumbled upon. This wouldn’t be the first time they accidentally discovered another bondage fan, but still, it always amazed him that there were so many BDSM closet cases out there and so little outward recognition for what seemed to be a universal form of adult entertainment. Their plans for Katy were now somewhat altered because they realized they could dispense with the preliminary initiation and indoctrination. In his head, he visualized this blond beauty chained to the whipping post and writhing about as he applied one of his many whips to her firm little ass.

  “No. Sorry,” Katy said quietly. “I mean. I don’t want to be a pain. It’s just that I usually spend my weekends in some sort of bondage: tied, wired, strapped, or chained. I hang around my apartment wearing nothing or something very tight and staying even nominally bound most of the time. You know, something like a nice set of very high heels, a collar, and wrist and ankle cuffs all connected. Maybe, if it’s cold, a T shirt and panties, but that’s all. With a good gag to top it off, I can do housework, cook or watch a movie on TV.”

  “Really!” said Ellen.

  “Oh yeah. It’s a great way to spend my free time. It keeps me out of clubs full of sleazy one night stand opportunities and I can even drink without having to get a cab or drive myself home.”

  “Sounds a bit lonely,” said Frank.

  “Well yes, sometimes,” added Katy, thoughtfully, “but I knew that sooner or later I’d meet someone who was my kind of freak.”

  “Yeah. BDSM freaks. That’s us,” laughed Ellen. “Have you been to any of the scene events in the area? They usually attract a broad spectrum of interested parties.”

  “I have. And they’re usually ok. I went to one wearing a kind of modified Serik set and a body suit like this one and most of the guys….and the women too… spent ninety percent of the dialogue suggesting I take the suit off.”

  “I know what you mean,” said Ellen. “But be grateful you have the looks to interest them. After a few years, they stop looking at the body and just think about whether they could stand doing you in the dungeon.”

  “Well, anyway, I have spent a lot of time tied or chained up by myself,” Katy added. “Fridays are usually chain night, but I don’t use the real cuffs because I might not get out of them. That’s frustrating, you know. But I always sleep in some sort of bondage. I sleep so well that if I don’t use something kinky, I can’t doze off.”

  “No kidding,” said Ellen, a bit amazed at all of Katy’s sudden and very personal disclosures. “You certainly seem to be pretty open about this. Most people aren’t going to tell anyone about their submissive needs.”

  “I know,” said Katy. “I have tried just about every available method of sharing this with people, but most think I’m nuts……” She hesitated, and then said: “No, what I mean is that they don’t want to admit that they are at least fascinated by this and probably, secretly, would like to share it as well, but they are terrified about others finding out.”

  “Boy, do I ever agree with that statement,” said Frank.

  “Yeah, it’s either that or meeting some guy or woman who gets it, but wants to make me their private slave for a night and then take off. I am not in need of that.”

  “We live in a very repressed, double standard society,” Ellen said. “Everyone wants to have exotic, erotic experiences, but no one, or very few, are able to move through the barriers, so we end up having a multi-billion dollar porn industry that everyone says is terrible and everyone uses. Weird.”

  “Well, after a long day, it makes me happy and the time goes by so quickly. No dog, no cat, no boyfriend. Just me and my rope,” Katy giggled. “Gees, I must sound really nuts.”

  “Not at all, we really understand. When we get to the cabin, we’ll set you up so you can do whatever you want for the weekend. Maybe longer,” said Ellen, sounding a bit hopeful. “I think I can find you some wall space to hang from.”

  “Great,” Katy bubbled, testing the hand cuffs and switching eye contact from Ellen to Frank and back. “What do you guys do?” she asked. “What are you into?”

  “Ah,” said Frank. “Mostly we kidnap cute, young, blond accountants by making them put on handcuffs.”

  “Yeah. Sure, right,” Katy shot back. “And I keep trying to pick up a guy who will love me for myself and for my aberrations. Fantasy dreams. But really, what sort of stuff are you guys into?”

  “Well,” said Frank, “just about everything that is not toxic and is legal for consenting adults. Note the key word, consenting. We have a first class dungeon in the cabin basement and a converted safe room at the city apartment. We made that room into our entertainment room and have reinforced the overhead for suspensions, soundproofed the walls and done what we think is a pretty good job of hiding the room from prying eyes and burglars. My background was in intelligence, both in the military and afterwards, so I know how to build a lot of interesting stuff.”

  “Yes,” said Ellen, cutting in. “We never use contractors or anyone else for our projects and if we can’t do it ourselves, we have some reliable and discrete local help at the cabin site.”

  “That makes sense,” said Katy. “I try to do that too. Most of my stuff has come from neutral sources like sporting goods suppliers and police supply, but never from the B&D retailers.”

  “Right,” added Frank. “And we even are careful about what we buy on the internet or in stores so that no one has any clues as to what we are making.”

  “So,” Katy jumped in. “What do you do with all this great stuff?”

  “Well, I suppose we’d be branded as AC/DC in terms of gender preferences as well as in dominance and submission,” Ellen said. “Or at least I am, Frank’s pretty much girls only. I don’t think he has ever been interested in guys, even the knockout TV’s and TS’s with tight asses,” she laughed. “We do pretty much everything in the book, but make sure that both of us are having fun. Self-bondage is part of this, so we understand your interests as well. Recently, since we got the cabin, we have gotten into spanking, caning and slave training, which is pretty much what we had in mind for you. But now that’s changed. It sounds like you might fit in better as an accomplice, a working top or a third party, right?”

  “Oh gee, I’m so much of a loner. I don’t know about trios and stuff. I’ve imagined it, but never had the guts to try. Usually one girl or guy in my bed is enough. At least for now,” Katy said, candidly.

  “You sure are frank,” Frank said. “Ever gotten into trouble with your games?”
/>   “I’m pretty careful, but on a few occasions I have made serious mistakes,” Katy responded.

  “Care to share?” Ellen asked, curious to hear Katy’s idea of trouble.

  “Well, it’s a long story.”

  “We’ve got lots of time, a few more hours before we get to the cabin. Go ahead,” Ellen said, encouragingly.

  “Okay,” said Katy. “Maybe this will appeal to you. A few years ago, I was visiting at my parent’s farm and they were gone for the day. There was a lovely horse barn that wasn’t being used, so I took all my bondage gear down to the barn which was about two hundred yards from the house. The loft had a removable ladder that went up through a hole in the floor of the loft and once I got all of my stuff up there, I pulled the ladder up to make doubly sure of my privacy. My plan was to do a reenactment of John Willie’s classic drawing of Sweet Gwen being held captive in the old barn. That’s one of my favorite scenes, by the way.”

  “Mine too,” said Ellen. “I spent a few hard shopping days trying to find the exact outfit to match Gwen’s. It wasn’t easy. When Willie wrote those stories, women’s clothes were a lot different. It’s too bad they didn’t have spandex back then though. I think he would have loved that stuff. Sorry, Katy, I didn’t mean to get off track. Go ahead.”

  “So, I got dressed in the whole Gwen outfit, or as close as I could get to the original drawing: the white, long sleeved, cotton blouse, open to the fourth button, the hair tied up with a ribbon, a tight pencil skirt that came half way up my thighs, the smoky black hose with the seam up the back and, of course, the extra high heels. The underwear was the best part. A few days before, while shopping in the city, I had picked out a really wonderful, lace-trimmed demi-bra, sort of like a Wonder Bra, that pushed my tits up and together, making yummy cleavage. It just sort of screamed “tie me up in this”, so I had to wear it for the occasion.” She stopped and glanced at Frank, who was grinning broadly.