An Unwelcome Visitor

Chapter 6

I awoke the next morning in the bed, my hands free and no one in sight. I ran into my room to find locks on my cupboards and drawers. When I went to try on some of Joanna’s clothes, I found the same thing in her room.

Sighing, I sat back down on the bed just as Marty came into the room with a tray of food. He placed the tray on a side table and went to sit beside me on the bed. I stood up before he could sit down and moved to stand as far from him as I could. He looked at me, an almost sad expression on his face.

“Abby, I am sorry you are feeling uncomfortable with this new arrangement, but I just can’t let you go without you seeing what it could be like.” I couldn’t look at him, and despite him having seen me naked before, I used my hands to cover myself.

“Where are my clothes? Surely you can’t expect me to go naked for two weeks?” I knew the answer even before the words were out of my mouth. He moved towards me, making me shiver as I wondered what I could expect from him today.

“Abby, I am sorry, but that is exactly what will be happening. It is just another guarantee that you won’t go running to the police. Apart from that, I want you to just go on as you usually would.” He didn’t touch me and I began to relax a little bit as he left the room.

Over the next two weeks, I remained in the house. Marty was true to his word, he didn’t make me join in with anything but neither did he curtail his activities because I was there. The thing that never failed to get me hot was seeing Joanna submit to Marty, but I was careful not to let them see me watching.

I made sure I always had a book with me and if I found myself in the same room as they were, I would read by book. Or at least I would try to read it, but I hoped they hadn’t noticed that I hardly managed to turn a page when they were in the room with me.

At the end of the two weeks, Marty and Joanna gave me back my clothes and waited anxiously for my answer. I was nervous but knew what I had to do.

“I won’t be staying. I am grateful that you let me have this time to consider what my life could be like, but I just don’t think it is for me.” I saw disappointment in their faces before Marty held out a piece of paper for me to read.

What I read was a statement saying that I didn’t hold him or the others liable for anything that had happened over the last month. I looked up at him as he handed me a pen.

“Abby, it’s not that I don’t trust you but I just need some proof that you won’t go to the police. Please just sign it and then you are free to go.” I took the pen and signed the paper, anything to get out of the house and away from them.

I couldn’t look at them as I handed the paper back and went to pack my bags. I was relieved to see the locks were off my cupboards and drawers and quickly packed up what I thought I would need. I was almost finished when I heard someone enter the room behind me and spun around to see Joanna standing shyly in the doorway.

“Abby, I hope you don’t hate me.” She looked close to tears and despite all that had happened, I felt sorry for her. I dropped the clothes I was holding and took her into my arms.

“Of course I don’t hate you. I can’t say I’m happy to be leaving or that I understand why things have to be the way they are, but I’ll always consider you a friend.” Now we were both crying and we stayed that way for a while, the reality of my leaving hitting us both.

I finally pulled away from her and together we finished packing my bags. Marty was waiting in the lounge room when we carried my bags out. I was suddenly nervous again, thinking maybe he would change his mind.

“Abby, I’m sorry you have decided to leave. I hope you will have some good memories of our time together and remember, you can change your mind anytime.” I didn’t think that would ever happen, but choose not to say that. I didn’t know what to say, so instead moved to the door and my waiting car.

I was almost to the door when I felt Marty’s hand on my arm and again felt a rush of fear.

“Abby, please look at me. I need to know that you still at least think of me as a friend, even if I didn’t act like one.”

I almost went out of the door, the temptation to just ignore him and go a strong one. Instead though I looked at him. “Marty, I did call you a friend once but I honestly can’t say what I feel for you right now.” I continued out to the car, loving the feel of the fresh air on my face.

As I packed the car, I still half expected to be stopped but they simply helped me with my bags. When all was ready, I got into the car and drove off without saying another word, the need to be gone all consuming.

SIX MONTHS LATER

I was parked across from the house. It was not the first time over the last month or two that I had done this. At first, I had tried to put what had happened out of my mind, and almost succeed except for the dreams. I had found myself a new flat. with no housemates, and I was able to continue with my same job. I didn’t move out of the city, but my flat was in a different area where I knew I would not see Marty or Joanna.

I arranged to have my mail come to my new address and soon my life seemed to be getting back to normal. I was certainly more security conscious but I tried not to let what had happened change me too much. A few months later, I was surfing the net one day and came across a picture that left me spellbound. It showed a woman bound on the bed just like Marty had bound me. It not only reminded me of what he had done but to my shame, made me wet. I tried to ignore it, but found myself having to look at it again and again.

It was then that I started to think about how I had felt, something I hadn’t let myself do before. The first day I had found myself driving to the house, I hadn’t even realised what I was doing until I was in my old street. I drove past the house, not trusting myself to stop. I tried to tell myself I was just curious as to how Marty and Joanna were, but I knew it was more than that.

That was how I ended up parked across the street from my old house yet again. I knew someone was home, as I had seen the curtains being pulled back. I took a deep breath and got out of the car. I had spent so long telling myself I just wanted to leave what had happened behind me, but I now knew I had been fooling myself.

I walked up the path and without giving myself time to think, knocked on the door. I fought the urge to go onto my knees, as I had seen Joanna do, and waited with my heart beating for the door to open. I was looking down and the first view I had of Marty was of his shoes.

“Abby, I was wondering when you would finally get out of the car. This must be your tenth visit. ” I blushed, knowing now that he had been aware of me the whole time. I felt his hand on my chin and as he lifted my head up, I breathed in deeply.

“Is there something you want to say to me?” I wanted to say no and just leave, but with him being so close again, I knew there was no turning back.

“Marty, I … is to too late.. I need.” Despite my lack of coherent speech, he seemed to understand and led me inside the house. It was like nothing had changed. He sat me down on the couch and squatted down in front of me.

“Abby, am I right in saying that you want to come back to the house?” I just nodded. “Ok, does that also mean you are ready to explore your submissive side?” Again I nodded and was greeted with his smile.

Without another word, he stood me up and led me into the direction of his room. I felt at peace after such a long time trying to fight my real feelings. I didn’t know where this new path would take me, but it something I knew I had to find out.

 

The end