Chapter 13: Bound

I woke up when Amanda crawled out of bed. My arms were sore. I pulled at my arms which were above my head for some reason.

Oh shit, I’m still tied to the headboard. I must have dropped from exhaustion at some point. Why hasn’t she untied me? Maybe she dropped the same way I did?

Amanda was standing next to the bed stretching.

The bonds were fun last night and she won the bet, but now I want free.

“Hey, love Can you untie me now?”

She turned over and brought her lips to mine. It was a brief playful kiss, “No, I think I’m going to leave you there. I’ve got a half day at work and then we can play some more. I like having you at my mercy.”

I shuddered at the thought, I had enjoyed being at her mercy, but had no intention of staying tied up when my dick wasn’t actively being played with. I didn’t panic, but that was largely because I assumed she was having a laugh. She went into the bathroom and I heard the shower start. I really needed to piss. I had to wait about fifteen minutes for her to step back out, toweling off her magnificent body as she did. “Hey love, you really need to untie me, unless the prospect of sleeping in a urine-soaked bed is really to your liking.”

She walked over to me and smiled, “You’ll be the one laying in it, not me.”

“You aren’t serious?”

“I’ll have some mercy on you.” As she said it, she left the room.

She returned with a blue vase. She placed it over my dick, “You may relieve yourself.”

“Look, Lady. It was fun last night but you need to let me up.”

“Offers ending. Piss.” I did so. She smiled and began to dress. When she had finished, she took the vase into the bathroom. I assume she emptied it into the toilet.

“Okay, you’ve had your fun. Time to let me up.”

“I’ll be back in a few hours I promise. I’ll even make sure your absence is excused.” She left, swaying her ass in such a way I swelled in spite of the growing discomfort in my arms. I assumed it was a game.

There is no way she would actually leave me here, right?

I heard the front door slam, and her ugly red car start. My rage started to build. I was easily as angry as I’d been in years. After what I estimated at twenty minutes my other spoke, “You should escape now. We will need to make the bitch pay for this.”

I thought back at, “You bet that bitch is going to pay.”

I pulled at my restraints, but my arms were weak from the position. I was lucky we had used clothesline and not handcuffs.

Handcuffs, turnabouts fair play, handcuffs and an ass fuck she hasn’t given me her ass yet. I’ll fucking take it.

I started to manipulate the bonds, I had a more than passing interest in magic when I was younger, which included convincing my friends to tie me up so I could escape. I wanted to avoid being in that closet again. Jo my next-door neighbor in Florida was always happy to oblige. I eventually managed to work a hand free and untied the other. I looked at the clock next to the bed. If Amanda had left for work at 0630, it was 0800 now. It had taken me over an hour to free myself.

I showered and dressed in the extra clothes I had in my backpack. I had taken to keeping an extra pair of jeans and t-shirt in my pack as I occasionally needed the change, especially if I spent the night here or somewhere else or if a lunchtime encounter or cheerleading practice got messy.

Amanda’s home duplex was halfway between the Heights and the school. It paid to be prepared as always. I took the time to raid her make up kit. I chose her favorite lipstick (Purple Passion) and wrote on the mirror, “Tonight you’ll be the one in a bind.”

I left. I very briefly, considered walking on to school, but it would only be a half-day and I did have an excused absence. Instead, I headed towards Robert’s. I had walked maybe a mile when I heard the honk. Sarah’s car pulled over into the falls parking lot.

I walked over to it and opened the passenger door. I slipped in, slinging my pack into the back with paper bags of groceries. Grapes covered the car, along with a hint of strawberry and Beth’s awful perfume. She’d given the pair a ride to school I surmised, likely that meant Beth had stayed with Alex the night prior and the reverse would be true tomorrow night. Usually that wasn’t the case, the Jazz Thursday Tradition had evolved in part because Alex usually slept at Beth’s on Thursdays. Sarah’s perfect dulcet voice offered, “Need a ride stranger?”

“Please and thank you.” I rubbed my wrists I had definitive marks around my wrist where the clothesline had cut into my skin. When I got home, I would need to treat them.

“What happened to your wrists, Baby?”

Honesty is the best policy.

“Spent the night tied to a bed.”

She looked a bit shocked, “I didn’t expect the truth.”

I’m sure. She even looks pretty when she’s surprised.

She eased back onto the road. “I honestly couldn’t think of a good lie. Can you come up with a decent lie, my parents might actually ask about this one. I doubt it though I broke my leg a few hours after a football match in Florida and it took my mother a month to realize I was on crutches and in a cast.”

“Not off the top of my head, baby. Which bone was it?”

My mother couldn’t care, but she does.

“Tibia, 12 weeks on crutches and some titanium added to my leg. I didn’t finish the season to say the least.”

“If I treat the wounds, will you help me with the groceries?”

“I’ll do that either way. You know I’ll do whatever you ask me to do.”

“Still want to treat those.”

No one’s ever treated my wounds but me. Well, I guess Tracy washing my eye when I was asleep. It’s kind of crazy how she wormed her way past my defenses.

“As you wish, why aren’t you teaching?”

“I’m sick, baby. Can’t you tell?”

Is she all right, she looks all right?

“Why’d you take the day?”

Brilliant the girls are rubbing off on me.

“You don’t want to know.”

Obviously not sick, is something wrong?

“Yes, I do. If there’s a problem I want to help.”

“Fred already took care of it before I dropped the girls at school, though I may need another dose later.”

I was very lucky that I hadn’t been eating or drinking anything, even so my eye flashed wider than had been in years. On one of our Jazz Thursday sessions, she’d mentioned that Fred was her favorite vibrator. She had complained about not being satisfied except by Fred and I made the mistake of asking who Fred was.

“Wow, I really would’ve liked to help you with that.”

She called off work to masturbate? Wow! Is she that unsatisfied? I know she describes her marriage as loveless but how bad does it have to be when you can’t make it to work?

“Maybe if you’d shown up for our date, I might have let you.”

Is that a real offer? No, she must be teasing me; this woman is like my ideal mother is every way that counts. She could have anybody she wanted, there is bound to be a guy in one of her classes that would strike her fancy. I doubt she even realizes how I feel about her. It’s not like I have anything to offer her but a friendly ear.

“I really don’t need you to tease me. Seriously, I’m sorry I broke the tradition. I’ll be there next week; I was a bit tied up last night.” She laughed.

There was a pregnant pause in the conversation which I broke, “Can I ask you something personal?”

“Of course, honey you can ask me anything.’

“The girl I’m with.”

“Which one? Haha.”

How much does she suspect?

“The one I’m with, well was with last night. Sometimes she seems a bit off her nut. Like today she honestly planned to leave me tied down until she got off work.”

“Well, it is a half day at the high school today.”

“Huh.’

“I know you’re screwing the Band Teacher, Amanda Crane I believe.”

How the hell would she know that? She’s gotta be guessing. Does she know Amanda?

“Assuming you’re correct, how would you know that?”

“You haven’t been that careful, Alex and Beth talk about you going to the Band room during lunch or hanging out there after cheerleading practice. They figured it out; do you really think I wouldn’t?”

Oh, shit that’s bad. If those two know, the whole fucking school might know. She could get fired. How come they’ve never hinted at it?

“I didn’t know they knew. So, what should I do?”

“That’s up to you. She’s not your first woman or older woman. How do you feel about her?”

What?

“How do you know I’ve been with other women, let alone older women?”

“I can see Susan’s Room from my window. I also know about the cheerleaders they talk a lot, and you and Mindy are awfully touchy feely.”

She’s even on to the incest? And she still lets Alex sleep with me three nights a week? Deny, deny everything.

“Hey, She is my sister.”

Wow, I can’t even manage disgust, maybe I should take acting lessons.

“What’s your point Baby? You certainly aren’t the first to play around with family. But anyway, you’re avoiding the question.”

Okay? Not the reaction I would have expected.

“I like her, I enjoy the sex, but I have other outlets for that. I’m wondering if she’s worth the trouble.”

“You need to decide if the sex is worth the crazy. Name your ten favorite people in the world.”

We were in The Heights and she turned up the hill, “Why do you want me to do that?”

“Trust me, name them in order quick as you can.”

“Alex, Mindy, You, Beth, Tracy, Lis, Daniel, Stacy and Jill, They’re basically one person, the grandmother, Roy Keane, Erin, or Brian maybe? Does my favorite footballer count? Wait, Angie should be on there. I don’t know Mon well enough yet, but she may rank eventually.”

Yeah, I fuck her at least once a week, but I don’t know her that well. Does Scott belong on that list? Have I forgiven him?

“You know she didn’t make your list right. Neither did Susan or your parents, or your aunt. I’m glad I did.”

Well of course, I love you and can barely stand my parents and my aunt is well useful at times.

“Ok I get your point, I’m only it for the sex, but she and I do have a connection at times. It’s kind of like she’s a different version of me, apparently a loony one. When she’s in class, it’s like she’s trying to make everyone look at her, just to hide who she really is. I think I’m the only one who’s seen the real her, maybe her fiancée has but he’s deployed. Maybe I should end it, she’s entertaining but.”

“Do you feel like you’re hiding who you are?”

Did I actually say that?

“Yeah, I usually do. Don’t you?”

“Sometimes I feel like I’m trying to be what other people want me to be if that’s what you mean.”

“Sort of, more often I feel that I’m trying to prevent people from seeing that I’m not quite right. It’s kind of weird you’re the only one I can talk to like this. I feel you accept me.”

Why am I telling her this? Shut up John, shut up!

“Thank you, Baby. The people you listed do you have a connection with them?”

“Yes, I love three of them and they all make up the most important people in my life, except Roy I guess I’m just a huge fan.”

Okay, now the part where she tells me we can’t hang out anymore.

She looked at me and smiled as she made the first turn, “So do you love Amanda?”

Love? No one could love Amanda. Lust? Hell yes.

“No, I like her sometimes, but honestly, it’s not even most of the time. She’s always challenging me and I like it when I come out on top, figuratively or literally.”

She offered a chuckle for my benefit before continuing, “So, why are you having trouble making a decision?”