Chapter 6: Sleeping in Bondage

I would prefer to wait until we can free Sarah-Anne’s restraints before returning to my own home. I’m usually allowed out until midnight before I start getting anxious calls from my parents. While I can come and go as I please during the day, I’m expected to sleep at home unless I make prior arrangements. In theory I have enough time to wait for another hour, but getting a taxi late on a Saturday night is problematic, and I wouldn’t contemplate walking that far alone at this time of night.

Danielle’s brother, Graham, arrives just as we are finishing our drinks. I open the door and show him in to where Danielle is waiting. In the few moments it has taken me to answer the door, Sarah-Anne has left the room. I realise that she probably doesn’t want Graham to see her in her current state. I suspect it is more to save Graham any embarrassment than an attempt to protect her own modesty. Graham looks a little disturbed at the sight of me in a latex dress, so I dread to imagine what he would think of Sarah-Anne’s current attire.

Danielle thanks me for what I’ve done tonight, and assures me that she’ll be fine from here on. I hand Danielle a plastic bag so she can retrieve her soiled coat from the outside porch. I don’t know how she is going to explain the coat to Graham but that’s something I’m sure she can manage without help from me.

Once Danielle and Graham have gone, Sarah-Anne reappears from the downstairs bathroom. She shuffles towards where Adam is sat on the floor. She still has a look of ecstasy on her face, and I think if I left Sarah-Anne and Adam alone they would renew their friendship in the most intimate way possible regardless of Sarah-Anne’s bound state. I’m not an expert in such matters, but even I can read the body language between them.

“So are you two going to get together again?” I ask.

“Only if you permit it, Mistress,” replies Sarah-Anne.

To my surprise, Adam also seems to want my permission. This is way too heavy a responsibility on my shoulders. I’ve enjoyed playing the role of dominatrix tonight, but to me it’s nothing more than a game. I’m not ready to control anybody’s intimate relations. While I understand that Sarah-Anne wants to be my slave and well as my friend, for my part I just want to be friends. Sarah-Anne’s expectations keep pushing my boundaries over and over again. My desire to help and support her is battling my own sense of propriety. I don’t have time to go into an in-depth analysis on how I feel about all this. The latex dress and today’s events have triggered very powerful emotions inside me. Most of those emotions are pleasant, but some really scare me. What sort of person am I being turned into by actually liking some of the kinky stuff I seen and done today?

I’m not going to be allowed to get away with ignoring Sarah-Anne’s response to my question. Perhaps I shouldn’t have asked my question in the first place. But what is done is done.

“I will permit it, Sarah,” I reply, since it’s the only answer I feel comfortable in giving.

“Oh, thank you, Mistress Jennifer,” says Sarah-Anne with genuine relief. Perhaps she thought I would refuse. Would she obey me if I had said ‘no’? I decide that it’s my turn to push at the boundaries.

“But no sex,” I add. “Kissing and cuddling is fine, but that monster of Adam’s stays in his pants while he’s in your presence until I permit otherwise. Is that understood, Sarah?”

I don’t know what sort of response I was expecting from either of them. Certainly I wasn’t expecting Adam’s promise to obey my wishes, nor Sarah-Anne’s almost rapture at being denied what she surely desires. It takes me a while to work out that her delight at my order is because I’ve effectively confirmed that I’ve agreed to continue playing her game of dominance and submission. In reality I’ve no means of policing their obedience to my command. The second my back is turned they could be fucking each other senseless. But strangely I think they will obey, getting as much pleasure from the denial as they would from the sex itself. Even stranger, I realise that I get a slight thrill at the thought of denying them a little bit of their freedom.

I look at the clock. There’s another fifteen minutes before the keys are released. If I’m going to get a taxi, then I need to do so now. Sarah-Anne sees me looking at the clock and guesses that I’ll soon need to go home.

“I’ll be fine if you need to go home, Mistress,” says Sarah-Anne. “Adam can give you a lift on his way home. The box with the keys to my collar and cuff padlocks won’t unlock for another five hours, so there’s no point in you waiting. It won’t be the first time I’ve slept in bondage.”

“We’ll wait and make sure your wrist lock and ankle chain are removed,” I say.

“No, please, Mistress,” says Sarah-Anne, using the phrase she said she would use if she wasn’t happy with obeying my command. “Please allow me to remain as I am tonight. It’s what Greg and Pete normally make me do on a Saturday night, so I’ll be fine. I’ll sleep with the keys within reach in case of emergency. Pete will be home by morning to unlock me if I can’t manage to get free on my own.”

“When is Pete going to return?” I ask. “I presume he is lying low after tonight’s little stunt.”

“Oh, he does this every Saturday night, Mistress,” replies Sarah-Anne. “I’m okay with it. Pete will be with Greg and his mates doing the rounds of the clubs. He usually sleeps over at Greg’s place and returns here in the morning.”

Sarah-Anne seems sure of herself and her obvious arousal, bordering on an orgasm, is unmistakeable. I’m not entirely happy at leaving her alone, but it’s what she wants, and I’m not taking responsibility for every decision she makes. Adam seems content to leave Sarah-Anne bound the way she is, so I agree to leave her to her unusual source of pleasure. We arrange to catch up on Wednesday evening, and I make her promise not to sign Greg’s contract in the meantime.

Adam kisses Sarah-Anne goodnight and says that he’ll see her again on Thursday night for a date. They both look towards me as though expecting my permission, but I refuse to exercise that level of control over their lives. I tell them in no uncertain terms that they must decide when and where they are to meet.

I change back into my regular clothes, leaving the latex dress hanging behind the spare bedroom door. It feels really strange being back in normal clothes, and the pleasant thrill I was feeling moments earlier subsides. Sarah-Anne refuses our offer to wash our mugs. After a brief check that she has everything that she needs, Adam and I leave.

“I never understood why you and Sarah-Anne split up,” I comment as we make the five minute drive to my home. “You two seem to have so much in common.”

“She started getting involved with Pete Ashcroft. I didn’t understand why until later.”

“So you know Sarah-Anne was working as a prostitute?” I ask.

“I didn’t know at first, but you get to see and hear a lot of things working in the Dosla Dungeon. One of the waitresses saw her on Stout Street one night and she told me. She knew Sarah-Anne and I once dated.”

I don’t need Adam to tell me what sort of girls hang out on Stout Street at night. Not that I’ve ever been down Stout Street at night. It’s the closest thing this town has to a red-light district.

“Why didn’t you do something?” I ask.

“I made enquiries, and found out that Pete Ashcroft was her pimp. I confronted him, but he just laughed and told me to mind my own business. He even offered to rent her out to me at a discount. I’m ashamed to say that I did pay for her one evening, but only to find out what had happened to her. That’s when she told me everything about her debts and her missing trust money.”

“And I suppose that’s how she knew that you worked in the Dosla Dungeon,” I add. “It’s a strange name ... Dosla ... where does it come from?”

“Dosla; it’s short for Dominant and Slave, not that many patrons would know that. And yes, that’s how Sarah-Anne knew I would probably be there tonight, even if my hood disguised my face. Neither of us have jobs to be proud of, but through them we both share a common bond which has brought us closer together than before. I was delighted when I heard that Sarah-Anne had found her inheritance and had given up prostitution. Pete wasn’t pleased at first, but he and his brother seem to have found other interests. Still, I’ll be glad when Pete moves out of Sarah-Anne’s house.”

“I didn’t realise Pete planned to move,” I reply. “He never mentioned it when I saw him earlier today.”