The Chef
Copyright© 2025 by R. E. Bounds
Chapter 18: Ordering the Quiet Room
“So, Ruth was right?” Becca asked.
Seems that way,” I replied.
“No sound at all?” she inquired, wanting to know more.
“You heard the recording. I left the phone right outside the built-in, and nothing,” I emphasized.
“And I was howling?” she asked, double-checking.
“Yep. I pulled your leash, and you screamed,” I explained.
Contemplating the entire discussion, she then asked, “Okay. And why did you record it?”
“I won’t leave you alone when you’re restrained. Just like Sophie knows not to. Just like I know you’d never leave her alone,” I replied.
Becca nodded. “Okay. Well, we know now.”
I nodded back. Yeah, Ruth was right.
I then changed the subject. “Sophie and Lucie will be here soon. Early dinner, then the closet, dessert, and the movie?”
“Yeah,” Becca replied, her mood lifting.
Sophie was coming over later in the afternoon for an early dinner. We wanted to explain all the bondage items to her during the meal before showing them to her.
After dessert, we thought it would be good to watch Professor Marston and the Wonder Women. It felt like the perfect way to wrap up the evening.
And again, ever so punctual, Sophie arrived with Lucie. She hadn’t seen the completed room, so we showed it to her before sitting down for dinner.
“I can’t believe how beautiful this room turned out,” Becca said.
“Yeah, Kenney does amazing work. He’s talented,” Sophie replied. “I’m glad it worked out.”
“Thanks for the recommendation. We’re thrilled with it all,” I added. “And the little sitting area is a wonderful touch. It was such a great idea—we would have never thought of it.”
“Sure,” Sophie said, sitting down to test it out. “I saw it in a magazine once and really loved it. I didn’t know if there’d be enough room, but Kenney made it work.”
She then smiled and said, “And I thought it would be a nice place to put on and take off jewelry.”
“We really like it,” Becca said smiling. Then, sounding a bit hesitant, she added, “We were hoping you could help us organize a few items after dinner? But, there are a couple of things we wanted to discuss with you first?”
Sophie eagerly agreed as we returned to the kitchen and sat down at the table.
As I served dinner, she glanced at Becca and asked, “No jewelry?”
Her expression one of surprise and disappointment.
“No—transport jewelry,” I explained. “But there are other items. We just wanted to talk through everything first. We want to make sure you’re comfortable and okay.”
Becca and I then filled Sophie in on our weekend getaway. While she was enjoying quality time with her aunt, we were at a mansion with other couples, deepening our connections through meaningful activities that involved bondage.
“So, this was like that event at your company that you told me about?” she asked, looking at me.
Then, glancing at Becca, she added, “The one where you were in that sack?”
“Kind of,” I said. “It was organized by some friends who were in a bind and needed a couple to play Wadsworth and Yvette, a butler and a French maid.”
“Like the game Clue?” she asked, looking both amused and puzzled.
“Yeah,” I nodded.
“And Becca was dressed up like a French maid and in jewelry?” she asked, her eyes lighting up.
It was clear she was excited by the vision forming in her head.
Becca nodded. “Yeah. I wore a leather French maid dress with a matching apron and gloves—super fetish. I even had a locked collar.”
“A collar?” Sophie asked, eyes widening. “In addition to the hinged bracelets, the lockbox, and the waist chain?”
Becca nodded again. “Yep, all of that.”
“And you spent the whole weekend like this?” Sophie asked, clearly intrigued.
“Pretty much,” Becca replied. “There were other jewelry, too, but that was my main outfit.”
“And they paid you to do this?” Sophie asked. “Like that other event?”
“Well, no. Um—it was more of a favor,” Becca explained. “But our flight was covered, along with food, and we ended up with bondage items, I guess you could call it gear—many from the couples who left.”
“Those are the things you wanted to talk about? The ones you want me to help you organize in the quiet room?”
We both nodded.
“Okay,” she said. “So, is that where my transport jewelry came from? I know I’m still in yours sometimes, like yesterday, but what about the ones with the different-looking lockbox? The ones you said were mine?”
“Yeah, those were part of all of that. Some of it came from the event, while other pieces are from our friends who have a studio with that kind of stuff.”
We then filled Sophie in on Michelle and Sebastian, sharing everything, including the shoot.
Contemplating the situation, she said, “Okay. It seems like you have a good relationship with them, and they see you two as their kids.”
She then added, “And you did a model shoot?”
Becca nodded. “Um—yeah,” she replied.
“Why?” Sophie asked, intrigued.
“I wanted to see what it was like,” Becca explained. “I—I wanted to see what it felt like.”
“How did it feel?” Sophie asked gently. “I mean, did it feel okay?”
Becca nodded. “Yeah, it felt good. I don’t know how to explain it. So, we ended up with some items from Michelle and Sebastian, and they’re all under our bed. We wanted to talk to you about them.”
Sophie stared down at her wrists as if they were cuffed.
She then asked, “And yesterday, when we talked about you having me tied up during sex—are those the items you’ll have me in?”
Becca explained, “We’re going to talk about it, and we’ll only experiment with what you’re comfortable with. We—we would never put you in anything that makes you uncomfortable or makes you feel demeaned.”
She shook her head firmly. “We wouldn’t do that. We wouldn’t.”
Sophie smiled and nodded, acknowledging what Becca had said. “I know. I know you wouldn’t do that.”
She continued, “When you said I needed to be tied up during sex, I thought it was the jewelry—like the bracelets.”
She paused, then added, “I envisioned being curled up between the two of you under the covers, with my hands resting over my head, cuffed to the bed frame. And I’d be that way at night for the two of you.”
Becca smiled at Sophie. “Is that what you imagined? That you’d be snuggled up between us, with your hands gently handcuffed and connected to the bed? And that’s how we’d sleep?”
Smiling and looking a bit embarrassed, Sophie quietly replied, “Yeah. I know you said it would only be during sex. But—” she then paused and looked directly at Becca, “I know I’d start touching you at night and well, one thing would lead to another. So, I then realized I’d have to be tied up. Period.”
She then added, “I—I guess I didn’t think you’d have me tied up in other things or in other ways.”
Becca reached out across the table, and Sophie did the same. I watched as the two girls held hands. “Do you want to be that way?” Becca asked. “I mean, is that how you want to be with us?”
Shrugging her shoulders, Sophie replied quietly, “I just know I’d eventually touch you. And if I’m cuffed all the time when we sleep, I can’t do that ... to either of you...”
She looked at Becca and me and added, “And the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea.”
“We’re done with dinner, I think. Why don’t we put the food away and show you the items? We can talk about each one and then organize them, and you can tell us how you feel? That way, we’ll know what you’d be okay with trying,” I proposed.
I then added, “But if you want to be handcuffed to the bed, we can do that. I’m okay with it.”
I looked at Becca. “I just want you to be comfortable and safe. But I think you sleeping that way every night might be too much,” I said, sounding sincere and concerned for Sophie.
Becca nodded in agreement, but I could see the anxiety on her face.
“Yeah, I’m okay with that too,” she said. “As long as you’re comfortable. But I agree with Ben; we should talk about other positions or ways for you to be tied up that are comfy and that you’re okay with.”
We cleaned up and moved into the bedroom, where I pulled all the items out from underneath the bed and carried them into the quiet room, placing them on the floor around us.
As Sophie’s eyes lit up, we picked up Becca’s and Sophie’s transport restraints and discussed where to keep them. We decided on an easily accessible location since they would be using those the most.
As Becca and I offered more details about our weekend at the mansion and the items we had acquired, particularly those from Minx and Sassy, we watched as Sophie held one of the collars that Becca had handed her.
“Pet names?” Sophie asked, her eyebrows raised in surprise. “Really? The women were given names?”
“Yeah,” I replied. “And since two of the couples left, we ended up with these.”
“Did they give you one?” Sophie asked. “I mean, a pet name? You said you had a collar that was locked on.”
“No,” the collar didn’t have a name on it.
“And they didn’t want to keep them?” Sophie asked, feeling the quality. “These look really expensive.”
“They couldn’t reuse them. As you can see, even the bracelets have the pet names imprinted on them,” Becca pointed out, guiding Sophie’s gaze to the handcuffs that had “Minx” and “Sassy” engraved on them.
Sophie examined the collar closely, and she was curious and intrigued by it. It was clear she was absorbing the significance of what we were sharing.
Then she looked at us as Becca handed her the other collar.
“So—are these for you and me? I—I mean, what will you be doing with these?” she asked, studying the quality of the second collar. “Will you be locking me in one of these?”
Becca shook her head and said, “Only if you want to. They’re easy to wear, so you don’t have to worry about them hurting.”
She added, “But yeah, we can each have one. They would belong to us.”
Sophie then asked, “So, which one would I be? I mean, which pet name would I have?”
“Whichever one you want,” Becca replied. “If we use these, you can be Minx or Sassy.”
She paused, a thoughtful smile on her face. “Or we could share them. It’s really whatever you’d be comfortable with.”
Smiling, Sophie said, “I think I’m more of a Sassy—and it sounds similar to Sophie.”
We laughed.
“Okay,” Becca said. “I can be Minx.”
We watched as Sophie processed what Becca was telling her, a look of contemplation on her face. As we continued to sort through the items, we put away the leashes, blindfolds, and leather cuffs, which Sophie asked about after Becca explained how they had been used.
“Hogtied?” she repeated, her brow furrowing. “You mean they were on their stomachs and in these leather cuffs?”
“Yes,” Becca replied gently. “But they’re like the bracelets. Instead of metal, they’re padded leather. And you don’t have to be hogtied in them; you can use a padlock to keep them together.”
She demonstrated by slipping a padlock around the rings of the cuffs without locking them. “See? And with a small chain and a few more padlocks, the larger ones can work like leg cuffs. It would be like the transport jewelry but more comfortable.”
“So, I could wear these instead of the handcuffs to bed?” Sophie asked. “I could still sleep between the two of you with my hands attached to the bed, but wearing these?”
I nodded, “Yes. I think we could do that. It would be more comfortable for you, so it’s something we can try.”
Becca added, “They would also be cozy to wear with pajamas in the evenings, like when we’re watching a movie.”
She looked at Sophie with a gentle smile. “And we have two sets, so it could be something we both wear—with or without the collars.”
Sophie’s expression brightened.
“So, we’d both be curled up on the couch-locked in these?” she asked, a smile tugging at her lips.
“Yeah, if you wanted to try it,” Becca replied. “It’s whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“But not hogtied? Right?” Sophie emphasized.
“No,” Becca said firmly. Then, with a softer tone, she added, “Only if you wanted to be.”
She looked at me and continued, “But I would let you hogtie me if you wanted to. That way, you could see what it’s like.”
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