Chapter 21: It Will Attract Attention

Another two weeks had passed. We replaced the blinds in the house with better ones that closed well and wouldn’t attract unwanted attention in the evenings. The doors were always locked and checked. We added cameras to the front and back entrances so we could see who was outside. I had also started keeping our car in the garage, so Sophie could park hers in the back, making it less visible unless someone walked back there.

Perhaps it was overkill, but we didn’t want to jeopardize what we had. We grew closer and loved having Sophie with us, and it was clear that she wanted to be with us, too. Perhaps even more importantly, Becca was happy—I mean, content, joyful.

And things had changed. I didn’t feel the need to use the straitjacket or the muzzle. It was as if the restraints weren’t as necessary as they had been before. It felt like Sophie had filled a void, taking over the role that the restraints once served.

Becca still had to wear them when we went out; that wasn’t negotiable. However, she didn’t feel the need to wear them inside. I realized that as long as one of the girls was at least in handcuffs, the other was fine. It was when neither was restrained that Becca or Sophie struggled, but those times were few and far between. Over time, I would come to understand that this was because each had an insatiable need to take care of the other.

The girls had also become more intimate. As we had discussed, Sophie had to wear restraints with either Becca or me, but so far, it had only been with Becca. While Sophie indicated that she wanted to be with me, I wasn’t ready.

She also brought over items to keep in the quiet room for when we were intimate. This included one of those magic wands, some dildos, and a strap-on, all designed to mimic natural skin. Additionally, she brought lingerie, even though she fit into most of Becca’s intimate wear, including some of her body stockings.

Becca also seemed to satisfy Sophie, much like that night we watched the movie. And since I wasn’t yet ready, I was okay with the girls using the strap-on. Becca wore it while Sophie talked her through it. It was gentle and loving.

Sophie wanted to reciprocate and managed as best as she could in the restraints. While this frustrated her, she accepted it. She understood why we insisted on her being tied up during sex and recognized that if the roles were reversed, she would have the exact same requirements.

Given how close Becca and Sophie had become, it was tough for them both as we drove Sophie to the airport for a weekend training session. This wasn’t the museum’s doing, where Sophie was employed, but rather Eleanor and the foundation that employed Becca. Eleanor saw potential in Sophie during the last exhibition. She convinced the museum to send her to the weekend event, with the foundation covering the costs.

It was good to see Eleanor happy. I found it difficult to read her due to her calm demeanor and low-key presence. The exhibition had gone well; it was on its way to Chicago, while another exhibition focused on women’s struggles was being set up in Brighton to run for two weeks in the middle of May, eventually moving to other parts of the UK and then to the rest of Europe.

I pulled into the departure area and parked. I watched as Becca and Sophie hugged while I took her luggage from the trunk. Sophie then reached up, kissed me on the cheek, and told me she loved me. We stood there for a moment, watching her disappear into the airport before we left ourselves.

Not long after, while sitting in the small, secluded park near the airport that we now used for getting Becca in and out of her transport restraints, I assured her and said, “We’ll be picking her up Sunday late afternoon.”

Nodding, Becca replied, “I know.” She then added, “But you know how I feel about this. I don’t do well with it. It’s no different than when you go on trips.”

“I know,” I said.

I kissed her and got out of the car. We walked a little around the park before I put her into her restraints. But she seemed to need them, which helped validate my earlier observations.

She also told me she was in heat and wanted to go home. I knew she wanted to be put into the pet play items, which would be interesting since Lucie was with us. We were looking after her while Sophie was gone.

It took longer to get home than usual. Traffic was terrible, and we decided to pick up food because we knew we weren’t going back out. We ended up eating earlier because Becca wanted to get into the puppy items. Sophie had also texted Becca to let her know that she had landed safely and was on her way to the hotel.

Soon after that, Becca was in the pet play gear, walking around on all fours. I watched as she moved through the family room, with Lucie approaching her and sniffing curiously. It was cute. Lucie didn’t know what to make of it and jumped back at one point when she heard Becca trying to suppress a howl after accidentally hitting her tail against the coffee table.

The evening was quiet, and it felt nice. She whimpered and whined at first—more than she had in the past—but once she became exhausted and stopped resisting, she calmed down and became completely immersed. She remained that way into the early hours of the morning as I helped her feel fulfilled, and we tried to get pregnant as she had asked.

The next day was more of the same. We took Lucie for walks in the morning, at noon, and in the evening. Becca and I chatted as we strolled through the neighborhood, often approached by at least one neighbor eager to talk. Everyone knew about Becca; many had already seen her. I suspected some even drove by our house at specific times—especially when Sophie and Becca left in the mornings—to catch a glimpse of her in restraints. Some just glanced over, while others slowed down to gawk and see what they could.

But all that curiosity had subsided, and no one seemed to pay much attention to Becca anymore. As we had expected, the restraints became a normal part of the neighborhood’s landscape. The neighbors we spoke to didn’t even mention them. Instead, they focused on everyday matters—discussing people leaving their trash cans out, local events, and other mundane topics.

It wasn’t until later that day, right after we had dinner and took Lucie out for her evening stroll, that our conversation took an unexpected turn. We encountered Mary, one of our neighbors, who seemed genuinely excited to see us. With a bright smile, she told us she had attended Becca’s exhibit and found it incredibly inspiring.

“I’m so glad I didn’t miss this one,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I heard amazing things about the December exhibit, but I was out of town. I couldn’t let this opportunity pass by.”

Becca’s expression lit up at the mention of her work. It was clear that Mary’s enthusiasm struck a chord. They began to chat about the inspiration behind the exhibit, delving into the themes the artists had explored. Mary was particularly intrigued by the emotional depth of the pieces, asking questions that drew out Becca’s thoughts and feelings.