Doorman

by John Valker

He jerked, twisted and tried to get away from the stroke across his right cheek. He failed miserably. The giggles turned to laughter. He was alone again. He hoped.

He had complained about her going out every Thursday night to her meeting. It did put a crimp in schedules, but less than he had protested. What really got him that week was taking Thursday off to receive their new bed and mattress. Queen size. Stainless steel head and footer. With lots of neat bars and loops and tie down points.

When she got home it was much to late to celebrate the arrival and installation. The weekend had been fun. But travel for both of them had ruined the following week, until Thursday.

She had her way of course, and went to her meeting.

"How about something different this Thursday?" An innocent question, and coming from a woman barely wearing a black lace negligee, garter belt, stockings and mules, irresistible. Especially on a Sunday morning.

He had agreed immediately.

When he got home from work on Thursday he found her waiting. Unusual. On Monday she had given him a manicure, on Tuesday a pedicure and a great body rub on Wednesday. No sex. Not since Monday morning.

A gift wrapped box waited while he showered.

He opened the box and she helped him put on the tight red leather thong. She had already laid out the rest of his clothes. She kissed him lightly, deflected his questions skillfully and insisted on driving. Once in the car she handed him a pair of huge, dark wrap around sunglasses. Many coats of silver paint on the inside made them opaque.

He quickly lost track of location when she turned a different way on the interstate and then turned around and backtracked at an unfamiliar exit. She asked him if he had been paying attention to her and required that he describe her outfit. That was easy, she was unforgettable in her black jeans and jacket outfit, with silver boots, silver top and silver jewelry. He was accurate right down to the fact that she was wearing two different earrings.

"It seems I'm not ignored."

"I can't ignore you, I'd rather look at you than anyone or anything else in the world."

"Flatterer."

They arrived. She helped him out of the car and handed him a bag he recognized by touch as soft luggage she usually used for the gym. It was somewhat heavier than usual. She pressed against him and walked him away from the car. He was slightly embarrassed by the fact that he couldn't see. When she told him to stand and wait, without removing the glasses and walked away he swayed a bit, worried a bit, especially since he had no wallet, or anything else. The pants she had him wear were without pockets. He hadn't even put on his watch or his socks, well she had distracted him by wearing nothing but earrings and perfume above her waist while she dressed him. He jumped as she touched him.

"Anxious? Come along."

She led him through a door, make it a double door. Then down a hallway. She stopped him by stepping in front and kissing him to a stop. She kissed down his chest as she unbuttoned his shirt, kissed his wrists as she unbuttoned the cuffs and then pulled it down and tossed it aside.

"Remember these? You haven't worn them for too long." She buckled wide, padded leather cuffs around his wrists. They were from a his and hers, eight cuff set and he hadn't worn his nearly as much as she had worn hers.

She lifted his arms up above his head and he heard and felt the clicks of snap rings going into the D-rings on the cuffs. He pulled a bit to discover a lot of slack in the chains.

"It's been too long since we fucked while you were standing up in chains." He was trying to make himself more comfortable, but the damn leather thong was too tight and too stiff. She worked with the cuff for a moment and then pulled suddenly. As his arms were forced apart over his head he realized she had used a spreader bar. A torrid kiss deep behind his lips distracted him and made him fight the thong harder. She ran the kiss down his chest and opened the fly and pulled down his trousers, continuing the kiss along the edges of the thong. He stepped out of the pants. She pulled away laughing. He twisted and danced trying to get relief from the thong. She buckled the cuffs around his ankles. As she pulled his ankles apart he realized there was a chain between the cuffs and two at angles on each side.

She flipped off the glasses and he blinked against the illumination of a spotlight. She pulled back his head from behind and nipped his ear as she fitted the hood over his head. She zipped it down the back and buckled the collar, then added the small ball gag and mouth cover. Slowly, she walked around and appreciated her work.

"The shoes don't match the outfit, and it lacks a little, balance."

He felt her remove his shoes. He could see better, even with the light on him. He was in a small room, more of a hallway, with a double door on each end and emergency exit in front of him, under the two spot lights bathing him in light.

She fitted a stiff, wide belt around his waist, and buckled it tight. He didn't recognize it but it smelled new. She led a chain from side rings to each upright of the frame. It was a very heavy wooden frame, obviously built for bondage. He wondered how she had paid for it, and more, where she got it. Great workmanship. She showed him two padlocks, then walked behind him and snapped one to the belt in the back. Then she kissed the end of his nose and pulled a wide strap up between his legs and locked it in place. He wanted to ask how they could make love through heavy leather.

Then she smiled and said, "These are the stokers. Thin rods of bamboo with interesting tips. This one is fur. This one is feathers. This one is silk. This one is satin. This one is stiff nylon mesh. This one I especially like." She flipped it up in front of his eyes and he studied the knobbed rubber tip. "You see loveling, my club's topic this week is BDS&M. I volunteered a visual aid, and a way to tell at the door if anyone was really bothered by the topic. So, you'll be the doorman. Now I wouldn't want you to be embarrassed too much, so..." She stepped up and snapped the blindfold over his eyes.

She hadn't mentioned the breaks every forty minutes.

The strokers hadn't included the cold pop cans applied simultaneously to his cheeks, ALL FOUR!

But the one comment that really worried him was the almost familiar, throaty, sexy voice that had said, "Now I know why the bulletin said we could buy extra tickets for the door prize!