The Couriers

by Jurgen von Stuka

  “Were you accepting or resisting?” Bibi asked.

  “Honestly, I wasn’t resisting. I was more curious, interested, because, well, it felt good and because I like to experiment and this seemed like a reasonable opportunity.”

  “Right. So what happened next?”

  “She says she had seen me at the strip club and liked what she saw and was going to make it a memorable night or two for both of us, as long as I agreed. No force, just a lot of...ah, the word I’m, looking for...ah, innuendo.”

  “So...?” Bibi pressed.

  She gets up from the table, strips to a very cool matching set of dark blue lace underwear and dark hose, which I hadn’t really noticed because she was wearing a long skirt and sweater. She more or less ordered me to strip as well and when I hesitate, she picked up a cane from the floor and lets me have a cut right between my legs.”

  “Pretty direct, I’d say,” Bibi said.

  “But you know what I am talking about, obviously,” the girl added, a bit breathlessly. “You sure you want to hear the rest? By the way, I’m Dede,” she added, holding out a carefully manicured hand with ringless fingers.

  “Good morning, Dede,” she added quickly. “I’m Bibi Lynx. And yes, I want to hear it all, or as much as you want to tell me,” Bibi replied.

  “Do you get tied up?” Dede said, perhaps trying to change the subject and meeting Bibi’s studied look as she peered over the top of her blue-tinted aviator glasses.

  “Yes. Sometimes when I want to be and at other times when I don’t want to be,” Bibi added, wondering if she should, at this place and time, indulge in a discussion about her personal fascination with bondage and S&M activities.

  “Oh, my gosh,” Dede blurted, louder than she probably intended, for she suddenly glanced around the noisy room and checked to see if anyone had heard her. As she turned quickly in her chair, her red scarf dropped free and the front of her long, black wool overcoat fell open. Dede reached for the scarf and the coat was now fully open. While no one in the shop seemed to notice, Bibi saw that Dede was wearing nothing beneath the coat and, seemingly without any concern, momentarily displayed a pair of high and unsupported milk-white breasts with small silver rings in the nipples, all clearly visible along with a trimmed blond bush and small, childish butt.

  “Sorry,” Dede said, grabbing the front of her coat and pulling it back around her. As she did so, the slightly conical right breast was trapped outside the folds of the coat and was thus still fully revealed. “I didn’t mean to be so loud. It’s just that no one I know would ever admit that.”

  “Admit what? Getting into bondage? It’s not a big thing,” Bibi said, noting also that the girl didn’t even blush as she repositioned her coat to more suitably contain her breastworks. “Want another café au lait?” She pointed to the girl’s empty mug.

  “Sure. Yes, please,” Dede answered. “I must limit myself to only one a day because, well, you know, student, and post graduate budget....” her voice trailed off and she was staring at Bibi now, her big blue eyes a bit watery for some reason.

  “I think I’ll go over and chat with the barista for a few minutes,” Bibi added. “While I’m gone,” she said, smiling. “You might want to consider exactly how you would ask to be bound and by whom. I may be able to help you...no strings attached...and pardon the pun,” she added as she got off the bar stool and headed for the order counter. “And, just for the record,” she added, turning slightly and looking directly into Dede’s blue eyes, “I know it is currently fashionable to display as much skin as is legal, but I wouldn’t so easily display your assets in public if I were you. Some people might get the wrong idea. And I still want to hear the rest of your story.”

  “Oops. Yes. Okay. I know. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to appear wanton. I got up late and grabbed the coat, thinking I’d go right back up stairs. I live in the flat over this shop,” Dede said, blushing brightly now.

  “Not a problem for me,” said Bibi. “I like to see nice bodies, but in private most of the time...”

  Dede watched her walk away and wondered what she should tell this tall, frighteningly attractive woman that she knew nothing about. She was still pondering, staring blankly at the TV, when Bibi returned with two extra large take-away containers of steaming coffee and a pair of chocolate croissant.

  “I thought that we might need the Xtra large size, given our topic of conversation,” Bibi said, smiling broadly. “These,” she said, pointing to the croissant, “looked a bit like you: too good to pass up.”

  Dede blushed a flattering pink and unconsciously pulled her coat more closely around her. The braless boobs inside the coat seemed to object to this confinement and thrust themselves again the coat’s dark fabric, creating tantalizing twin mounds enclosed in the folds of the coat. Bibi, not to appear distracted, picked up a croissant and licked the chocolate off one crispy end.

  “So tell me the rest of your tale, please,” Bibi said.

  “I’ll shorten it a bit. The dorm room had support beams in the ceiling and, although I hadn’t noticed, there were sturdy metal screw eyes at regular intervals on one of the beams. This wasn’t uncommon because a lot of students had hanging lamps, plants and even hammocks, you know?”

  “I get it,” Bibi said. Getting a bit exasperated as the story slowly unwound.

  “So I told her I wasn’t getting undressed for her and was not really in the mood for a thrashing. Next thing I know I’m on the floor with her on top of me twisting my arms behind me and tying them with cord. She put a clean handkerchief into my mouth and tied it with a bathrobe sash, then doubled it with another handkerchief and that really shut me up. She tied my feet and then pulled me up, leaving me tied and standing in the room like some bound and gagged statue. I have to admit, it was quite exciting and my head and body were working overtime on this whole thing, trying to figure out what, if anything, I should do, tied and gagged as I was.”

  “Were you scared?” Bibi asked.

  “No, not really because her attitude was playful, like this was a game. There was no threat to my safety as far as it went.”

  “Okay. What next?”

  “She stood on a chair, put a double pulley and rope through one of the rings overhead and then attached my hands to the rope, forcing me to bend over while my arms were hoisted upward. That was uncomfortable, but I couldn’t make much noise with all the cloth in my mouth.

  “The next thing I know, she’s stripping off my shirt and jeans, cutting them with a big pair of scissors and me standing rigid, hoping she doesn’t cut me as well. My underwear was next and she finished with me standing bent over, my aching arms hoisted behind me, my tits hanging down and no clothes on. She put a belt around my upper arms, pulling my elbows nearly touching. The cane came next and she thrashed my ass, my tits and the backs of my thighs as I struggled and yelled helplessly. I am sure that the strokes, though painful, were not full force and when she was done, just to make her point that she was in control, she untied my hands, put a padded set of leather wrist cuffs on me in front and then pulled them upwards again.”

  “Did you resist?” Bibi asked again.

  “No. She had me. Her hands were doing incredible things to me. I was her slave.”

  “Was that it?” Bibi asked.

  “Oh no. She kept her promise and kept me for the next two days. She switched the rope for handcuffs and a pair of leg shackles and a collar. When she wasn’t there, she hung me up in the closet, gagged and cuffed with thin cords wrapped around my whole body, cutting my already murdered nipples and my pussy in half. I wasn’t going anywhere. Susan, the room mate, came and went, looked at me once or twice, smiled and left. She knew, I guess.”

  “Knew what?”

  “Knew I was a true submissive and knew I was probably enjoying it.”

  “After she let you go, did you go back again?”

  “Well...yes. A few times. The two of them did things to me that I wasn’t happy about, but I got used to it and chalke
d it up to experience.”

  “What kind of things did they do?”

  “The usual BDSM stuff I read about. They concluded between themselves that I was too virginal and needed to have my ass and cunt made more readily available...sort of a Story of O type situation where they made her wear penis plugs until her holes were enlarged and more acceptable. They put bells on my nipple rings, introduced me to special dildoes and feeldoes, hoods and gags. They had an excellent collection of chains and heavy metal restraints and they used them on each other and on me. One night we ended up with the three of us hanging naked, suspended from the ceiling. That was something. We were all chained together and had vibration things stuffed up inside us. When Susan, the roommate, finally locked the last lock on her suspension we were all helplessly swinging from the overhead beam and it, it was like, three o’clock in the morning. We whined and moaned as the dildoes did their thing and finally ran down.”

  “Pretty heavy stuff for you, was it?” Bibi asked, by now fascinated.

  “Yes. Heavy. I was not drugged or harmed, but it was way out of my experience range. Gagged, hooded and chained, it was really hot and weird. My feet were chained close together and I had a metal collar that was a sort of corset that came up from my shoulders, around my neck and over my mouth, sealing in an inflatable bulb gag. A padded blindfold went over that. They put a chain belt on me and that was used to anchor the twin vibrating dildoes inside me. We were all attached by various chains and some weights. My nip rings were weighted and chained to Susan’s crotch rings and then attached through her crotch with a long chain to Sandy’s nose and tongue rings.”

  “All very interesting,” Bibi said finally. “

  “But look here, Dede. I’ll cut through the crap. I am a private investigator. I pay more attention to details than most people might, so my take is that you are a closet sub and haven’t found a Dom or a top who either you like or who understands you and your interests. I’m pretty good at figuring people out and tend to get high-end clients who have a whole different set of problems, many of which they try to conceal.”

  “You make a lot of money?” Dede asked.

  “Sometimes. Whether I solve a case or simply provide executive security services, I make excellent money, so I’m reasonably well off financially.”

  Dede’s blue eyes got wider, the blue tinted glasses dropping to the very end of her nose. “So, that’s what you meant when you said you got tied up sometimes involuntarily?”

  “Yes. Crooks and low life these days don’t trust anyone and if they’re in a dangerous game, you’re lucky if all they do tie you to a bed or chain you in a cellar,” Bibi said quietly, surveying the room for anyone who might seem to have an untoward interest in their conversation. I’m bi-sexual and I have more than a casual interest in BDSM. If any of that doesn’t work for you, then enjoy your coffee and pastry and we’ll move on, going our separate ways. Okay?”

  Dede didn’t look shocked. She smiled back at Bibi and tried a sip of her new coffee, grimaced that it was too hot and sat back in her bar chair, eyeing the croissant with a bit of suspicion. “I am very careful what I eat,” she said.

  “It shows,” Bibi said, taking a large bite out of her roll. “Among my lesser fetishes is a love of good, carefully prepared food. This,” she said, pointing at the croissant, “is an indulgence. If you don’t eat it, I will,” Bibi said licking her lips intentionally and watching the girl’s reaction.

  “No,” Dede said finally. “I’m not shocked or offended and I am going to make the quantum leap and say that when the time and place is right for both of us, I would just adore having you tie or chain me and keep me as your pet for a few hours or days or whatever. How does that sound?”

  “That may be possible. Tell me a bit more about yourself,” Bibi said, now staring out the shop window at the people walking by in the pedestrian zone.

  “Well,” Dede said slowly. “Nothing special. I go to university here. I was born in Lapland, sort of by accident, raised in a conservative family where my father worked in a truck factory until the war and then he joined the resistance, survived that, came home, got my Mum pregnant with me and then disappeared forever. That destroyed my Mother and left me and an older brother to pretty much fare for ourselves. He was a fisherman until he too went somewhere one night and never returned.”

  “How awful,” Bibi murmured.

  Dede continued. “Got best of class marks in gymnasium and then my mother’s sister set up a small trust fund for me to use for higher education before she died. I came here a year ago, took the flat upstairs, went to school and worked at a few stupid and demeaning jobs to supplement my small income from the trust. And here I am,” she said without smiling.

  “What sort of demeaning jobs have you done?” Bibi asked quietly, now fascinated by this somewhat elfin young woman who easily revealed her whole life in a few concise sentences.

  “I’ve worked in a strip restaurant,” Dede said with a sort of shrug of her narrow shoulders.

  “Really?” Bibi asked. “Does that explain the nipple rings or did you do that just to see what it felt like?”

  “Good way to supplement my meager income,” Dede said. “I put in the rings myself and sort of got carried away. You may not have noticed, but there are two in each nip.”

  “You did it yourself?”

  “No big thing,” the girl responded with a grin. “I read instructions on the internet, bought the solid silver rings from a really cute jeweler who also goes to the university and then went home and figured out how to put them in.”

  “Did you enjoy the pain?” Bibi asked.

  “I used a freezing spray that the apotheke had. It worked well enough, but honestly the freezing was more exciting than the piercing.”

  “Fascinating,” said Bibi. “What did you use for the piercing? You are clearly a girl with a few fetishes. By the way, do you use the rings?”

  “Use them?”

  “Yes. If you tie yourself up, do you utilize the rings as well?”

  “Sometimes,” Dede murmured, suddenly quiet. She picked up the remaining croissant and took a huge bite out of it, nearly taking one half in her mouth so that she had time to think about her next response. “I was surprised at the incredible sensitivity,” she finally said. “Because it’s so strong, I can’t do anything else and it shortened the sessions to the point that I got frustrated, if you know what I mean. And for the piercing, I got a hypodermic syringe from the zoology lab, made sure it was sterile and poked the holes in when the nip was so cold I couldn’t feel anything. “

  “Creative, but risky,” Bibi said. “And working in the strip bars is something I always wanted to try, but one guy told me that they’d only hire me if it was a strip joint for Amazons.”

  “You’re not an Amazon,” Dede said quickly, looking angry. “How could anyone suggest that? You are beautiful. I mean that. Some men are so fuckin stupid,” she added angrily.

  “Oh, I think he was kidding,” Bibi said quickly. “I’m built right for the strip thing, I guess, but at less than one thirty-five, I don’t think I’d get very far in the trade, so I didn’t pursue that career,” Bibi said, laughing. “What sort of place were you stripping in?”

  “It was a very cool, luxury restaurant club. Exclusive. Expensive. Mostly men, but a few women guests as well. In Stuttgart. Just a block or so from the hauptbanhof. Not a good part of town, but the place was very safe and they protected their girls very carefully. We wore little short skirts and no panties. Sometimes a minimum bra to shove these kittens together,” she said using both hands to press at the sides of her breasts, “but usually none. The customers were forbidden from touching us in any way and the people who owned the place were brutal with anyone who broke the rules, no matter who they were or how much money they had.”

  “Brutal? How?”

  “They took them outside and beat them up. If they were big shots, like if they worked for the city or the state, they beat a confession out of t
hem, videotaped it and blackmailed them with it. We were well cared for. They provided a car to and from work, gave us dinner each night and paid us in cash Euros every week. If we wanted time off, we got it with pay. If we got sick, we got the best of private care. It was a great way to make money and a lot of college girls do it.”

  “This wasn’t the Opchikhof, was it?” Bibi interrupted suddenly.

  “Yes, it is,” Dede said, looking surprised. “You know it?”

  “Very well. They run a very upscale business and have a large private yacht that they use in the summer as well. I have worked for some people who go there now and then. They treated me equally well, even though I was officially just “the bodyguard.’”

  “Oh, wow,” said Dede. “That makes me feel a lot better. I haven’t told anyone else that I do this kind of work, but obviously, you understand.”

  “I do, and I admire your telling me...as well as you having the courage to take a job like that. Here’s my card with the residence address and telephone numbers on the back,” Bibi said. “Plan on Thursday at eleven in the morning. Wear something that you don’t value and bring at least one change of clothes so you have something to wear when you leave. You can’t stay, this time, for more than twenty-four hours as I have to be in Imst on Friday. Call me if you change your mind. Or just leave a voice mail. I won’t be upset, but I need to know if you are not going to keep the appointment. Okay?”

  “Okay,” Dede said quietly, reading the front and back of Bibi’s card and placing it almost reverently in a small zipped compartment in her purse. “You’re a detective,” she said. It was a statement, not a question.