Chapter 19: Settling in

That night I’m lying on my newly acquired folding bed, enjoying the relative luxury of being able to stretch out. As usual, I wait patiently for Drax and Xara to finish humping each other. Neither of them believes in having sex quietly, and sometimes I think all the grunts and moans are done deliberately to embarrass me. But embarrassment isn’t the emotion I experience. The sound of them having sex only arouses me, and I soon start playing with my tits. I resist the urge to put my hands between my legs, although I’ve no logical reason for denying myself the pleasure. Perhaps it’s a lingering memory of my time in the Personality Compatibility Test scenario, when the chastity belt I wore denied my cunt any relief.

After listening to Drax and Xara carrying on like sex starved rabbits for twenty minutes, I decide I need some sexual reward that masturbating isn’t achieving on its own. I find Drax’s stack of magazines and locate one of his bondage mags. I lie on my bed, flicking through the pictures, getting more aroused by the minute. Apart from my wild journey in the PCT scenario, my experience with bondage is minimal. Michael and I tried some light bondage once or twice, but it was never a main feature in our sex life. However, I soon realise that I’m more attracted than I thought I would be to what the magazine portrays. I’m aroused by the variety of restraints, and also the sight of the naked women. It doesn’t take long before one of my hands is frigging myself while the other hand turns the pages of the magazine.

I do my best to muffle my cry as I bring myself to an orgasm. It seems like an eternity since my last orgasm, particularly if you discount the imaginary ones I experienced inside the PCT scenario. I resume ‘reading’ the magazine when I notice that Drax and Xara have finally finished what they were doing. The sound of their bedroom door opening has me quickly hiding the magazine under my covers and pretending I’m asleep. My trick might have worked had the room light been switched off.

“Is your bed comfortable, Lisa?” asks Xara as she walks towards the bathroom.

“Yes, thanks,” I reply turning towards her.

I suddenly feel awkward when I see Xara standing completely nude within touching distance of me. Even her tattoos seem to add to the erotic sight before me. I’m too stunned by the sight of her fit and attractive body to prevent the magazine I am hiding from slipping onto the floor. Xara is too close to fail to notice the type of magazine I was hiding. I feel really awkward, but Xara doesn’t judge me, and I soon calm my nerves enough to hold a rational conversation.

“Are you interested in bondage?” asks Xara as though she’s asking me for the time.

“I’ve not had much experience with bondage,” I reply, trying my best not to blush like a naughty schoolgirl caught with her hand inside her panties. “Certainly not to the level displayed in this magazine.”

I’ve not revealed the details of my experience inside the PCT scenario to Drax and Xara. They haven’t asked for details, and I haven’t volunteered more than a vague outline of the testing procedure. As far as they are concerned, it was a routine test that Michael and I failed. Consequently Xara has no reason to believe that I’m interested in bondage. Well, apart from the magazine I was trying to hide.

“Yes, I gathered that from your behaviour, but you haven’t answered my question. Are you interested in bondage?”

“I’m not sure,” I reply. “I’ve experienced a lot of change recently, so I don’t know if I’m simply reacting to the change, or whether a latent fetish has blossomed.”