Chapter XI
Sharon sat on the tree stump and waited for the dawn to arrive. She crossed her
legs and got another fright as the links of the chain made a loud noise in the
quiet night air. She looked down at her ankle and gave a quiet curse. Her leg
was bound in a large iron manacle, the manacle attached to a heavy iron chain.
The five feet of chain ran from her ankle to the tree stump where it was bound
by a tight iron band to the stump. The parish priest had accused her of using
witchcraft to seduce the village boys and this was her penance. He'd actually
wanted her burnt at the stake but the village chief had put his foot down. Not
even the priest would tangle with old Olaf when he'd made his mind up. Instead
she'd been sentenced to the relatively mild punishment of being bound to the
stump, next to the road. She was to spend a whole day and a whole night bound
and then she would be released. According to the custom any man that passed her
by could do with her as he fancied, but it was the middle of winter and no sane
person would use the road to get through the frozen mountain pass. A few of the
village crones had thrown rotten fruit at her on their way back from gathering
firewood, but that had been the worst of her suffering. It was almost dawn and
she knew that soon she'd be released unharmed. It was bitterly cold but she was
wearing practically her whole wardrobe so she didn't suffer too much. At first
she thought her ears were playing tricks with her but as the noise increased she
grew certain she was not mistaken. She could hear the lazy clip-clop of a horse
as it slowly came down the road. Suddenly she was very nervous and afraid. The
old folk told all manner of stories about strange beasts and ghosts that
inhabited the night. She stood up and tried to get as far away from the stump
as the chain allowed. She could not reach the edge of the road but she could
get to the darker shadows of a tree and she stood deadly quiet. Her legs were
shaking as she tried to peer through the mist, and at last she could make out
the sight of the black horse walking down the path. It carried a tall black
shape on it's back and she tried her best to make out what it was. The horse
kept on coming and soon it was next to the stump. She had just convinced
herself that it would pass her by when it suddenly stopped, it's nostrils
blowing wasps of steam in the frigid air. She stood as still as a statue,
willing the horse to move on. Suddenly the shape on it's back moved and she
tried take a step back in fright. The noise from the chain sounded like a
hundred church bells ringing and she realized she'd been discovered. In a blind
panic she turned around and tried to run for the woods but the chain tripped
her up. Screaming bloody blue murder she clawed at the ground as she tried to
crawl away. After several minutes of blind panic she managed to get a hold of
herself and she looked back. A man in a long black coat was seated on the stump
and was watching her intently. She turned over and sat on the ground, staring
back nervously. "Good morn m'lady." he said. She could not see his face under
the cowl but the voice sounded mischievous. "Good morn sir" she replied,
cursing her quivering voice. Again the chain tinkled as she tried to draw her
legs up to her body. "And pray tell what is a beautiful damsel doing bound to a
stump?" he asked. "Per- haps she had not been too much of a lady after all?" he
continued. "Perhaps she has powerful enemies that don't like to hear no." she
replied curtly. "Hmm" he said, not quite believing her. He bent down and took
hold of the chain. Despite her maidenly protests she was soon reeled in and
seated right in front of him. He grabbed hold of her hands and drew her to her
feet. She barely had time to protest and the next moment was seated on his lap.
She wanted to ask him to stop but the moment she opened her mouth his warm lips
met hers, stifling her protests. She let out a quivering little moan and melted
into his arms. With her eyes closed she felt his hand probe in under her
several coats and take hold of her breast. Suddenly she realized that she'd
neglected to breathe and she drew back, taking big gulps of air. For a moment
everything swam before her but his hands was quickly bringing her back to the
present. She tried to see his face but the cowl still hid it from view. This
time she kissed him and while his hands roamed she took the opportunity to draw
the cowl away from his head. Her eyes grew large and she tried to scream but his
mouth was covering hers. She started fighting but he had her in a firm grip. As
she slowly lost consciousness all she could see was the two deep empty sockets
where his eyes ought to be. The last thing she remembered were the two small
pinpoints of red light be- hind the empty sockets, lights that were an eternity
away.
Sharon lay in the bath and soaked. It had been a month since her ordeal on the
mountain and she had not heard from him again. She thought back to the
adventure and her hands snuck down to her sex. After she had managed to free
herself from the harness and cable she had dressed herself and rested. She had
discovered another letter that instructed her to retrieve all the equipment she
had brought with her and to return home. Climbing into the tree had been
torture, but she finally managed to collect the cable. Climbing down the
mountain had been just as tough but it was downhill so she had managed. It had
taken almost a week for all the aches and pains to disappear.
A few days later she received another set of instructions via e-mail.
From: Nobody@anonymous.net
Subj: New instructions
You will shortly receive another parcel.
This Friday evening you are to go to the club at the corner of 10th and Main.
You are to arrive before 10PM.
You are not to leave before 2AM.
You are to wear only the garments included in the latest parcel.
You are to dance with any and every person that asks you.
You are to accept every drink offered to you.
As she re-read the instructions a tight knot formed in her stomach. She had
deliberately been avoiding contact with other people, what if they felt the
hard suit under her clothes? Now she was instructed to do exactly the opposite.
And what garments would the parcel contain? With a worried heart she set about
getting ready for bed. Soon she was sound asleep, her body bound in it's usual
bondage.
Sharon walked to her bed and placed the parcel on it. It was Friday evening and
she'd been hoping the legendary poor service of the postal service would come
to her rescue. Instead they had waited to the last moment to send her the
parcel. Seating herself next to it she opened the nondescript parcel and lifted
the lid. The first garment she removed was a wine-red leotard, made from
cotton. It seemed normal in every way so she moved on. Next was a small leather
skirt. It too was normal so she moved on. Next came a broad red garter belt,
also made of leather. Besides being broad and stiff she could find nothing
ominous about it so she continued. Finally there was a pair of pumps with a
stocking in each one. The pumps were pitch black and had 4" heels. She felt
around inside the shoes but other than the stockings there was nothing else to
discover. For the first time her 'gift' contained nothing to do with bondage.
She had to admit it wasn't the kind of clothes she would buy for herself but
there was nothing strange about them. It was already 6PM and with a resigned
sigh she got ready.
Sharon sat in front of the dresser and applied the last touches to her make-up.
As per her earlier instructions she wore no clothes but the suit. She was
already extremely nervous and exited and as she leaned back she noticed the
suit in the mirror. It's glimmering sur- face was a constant reminder of her
predicament. As before her fear made her both jumpy and horny. She stroked her
hard breast and wished the nipple brushes would come alive for a few moments.
Realizing that she was getting herself worked up she stood up and walked to the
bed. For a few moments she was unsure of which garment to put on first, the
leotard or the garter belt? The belt had big metal buckles at the back and she
decided that it would look strange when worn under another garment. Stepping
into the leotard she pulled it up to her neck. She'd no inspected it properly
and only now discovered the plastic wings around the seams. As with her bathing
costume it was meant to tuck in under the suit, hiding it from view. She used a
old coat hanger to pull the zip up her back. The leo- tard was tight but did not
reveal any part of the suit. Next she put on the garter belt. Only when she
wore it did she realize that it was actually a small corselette. Although it
could not clench her waist any tighter than what the suit already did, it did
create the visual ef- fect of a clenched waist. Next she squeezed into the tight
skirt. It was a tight fit over the garters and she battled to get it on. For a
while she struggled with the zipper but finally got that done as well. The
stockings were shiny black with a thin black stripe up the back. She attached
them to the garters and was not at all surprised to see that most of the
stockings lip would stick out from under the skirt. Finally she stepped into
the shoes and walked up to the mirror. Sharon looked herself over and groaned.
She looked like a slut. The garters stuck out well above the skirt and the
tight leotard revealed every curve. No doubt she'd be drawing a lot of
attention tonight.
Sharon got out of the taxi and paid the driver. She was very nervous and looked
around carefully. This part of town was quite rough and she felt very
vulnerable. She walked over to the corner and looked for the club. At first she
couldn't find it but then she saw a ancient bronze plaque showing the entrance
to "The Chain Link" The plaque was set on a heavy door between a grocer and a
pharmacy. She pushed the door open and tentatively walked in. On the other side
of the door was a long, dark passageway ending in a stairwell. If it hadn't
been for the music coming from the stairs she would have thought the place was
deserted. She looked at her watch, she had eight more minutes before she had to
be in- side the club. Taking a deep breath she walked down the passageway and up
the stairs.
Sharon's mouth hung open as she looked the place over. The place seemed to have
got- ten stuck in the 70's, complete with old posters and flashing blue disco
lights. The voice of Aretha Franklin was mournful singing about lost love and
broken hearts. A big bouncer came over and introduced himself. "Hi, my name's
Jake. What'll it be tonight, leash or collar?" for a second she just blinked at
him in confusion. "What?" she asked. He smiled at her and opened a closet. On
the one side were several kinds of cheap metal leashes, on the other collars.
He turned back to her. "I take it this is your first time here. Can I explain
the rules?" he asked. She just nodded yes, to shocked to open her mouth. "This
is a bondage club" he started and it was obvious he knew the speech by heart.
"When you go in you become either a sub or a dom. Dom's are recognized by their
leashes and subs by their collars. If a dom really likes a sub he or she may
ask the sub to wear their leash and if the sub agrees they become a pair. A sub
may not approach or bother a dom, but then again there's usually many more
dom's than subs so you won't be lonely. Although the place is geared to bondage
it is not a sex bar so if you feel like having sex in public try two block
down. No dom may force him or herself on a sub, the idea here is mutual consent.
The closing time is usually about five AM and if you choose to be a sub your
first two drinks are free. All equipment is to be returned when you leave." He
turned back to the closet "So? Leash or collar?". This was all happening too
fast! Did he just say Bondage Bar? Shit! She was to spend the whole evening in
a BONDAGE BAR! Sharon noticed the bouncer watching her expectantly. "Uhm .. hmm
.. Leash? No no I meant collar" She said while trying to keep a straight face.
A small shock had gone through her system as soon as she'd said leash. Oh hell!
He has to be close by to have heard her answer. She looked around frantically
but with the noise and music it's unlikely anybody could have heard her speak.
She looked back at the bouncer suspiciously, could it be him? What kind of nut
makes his living from a bondage bar anyway? "Hope you enjoy the evening ma'am.
Just shout if somebody is bothering you." he said as he handed her the collar.
"Can't be him" she thought. "There's no way somebody with his sloping forehead
could have thought up the suit".
Sharon sat down in a dark corner and played with the collar. Suddenly another
jolt re- minded her that it was meant to be worn, not played with under the
table. With her hands shaking nervously she put it on and looked around. How
could he have heard her speak- ing to the bouncer? A cold chill ran down her
back. Fuckfuckfuckfuck - he had her wired the Bastard! It made such perfect
sense! What better way to keep tabs on her than to lis- ten in on her
conversations. She hammered her forehead with her fist. You silly bitch! Why
didn't she think of it earlier. The second jolt meant he was watching as well as
listening. She started scanning the crown intently. Her discomfort grew as she
realized that there were a great deal more men than women in the place.
Suddenly a guy walked over and sat down across from her. "Hey gorgeous, you
new?' he asked. Sharon immediately dis- liked him. Besides the open shirt and
slick oily hair he had a cocky, arrogant attitude. "Uhuh" she said, looking
away. "Wanna dance?" he asked, sliding over to her side. Sharon tried to draw
away as he placed his arm around his shoulder. The alcohol fumes coming from
him made her nauseous. "No way, just leave - uhm on second thought, yeah ok."
she replied, suddenly remembering the instructions. "Great! I just know you and
I are going to be a hit." her suitor replied, his big grin giving her a
splendid view of the missing teeth in his jaw.
Sharon sat down on the toilet and leaned her head back. The whole cubicle was
spinning and she had to try her best not to giggle. "Good lord, what a night!"
she said out loud. She had another hour to go and didn't think she would make
it. She had not had one chance to rest her aching feet the whole evening. As
soon as they caught on that she'd never say no to a dance the men had bombarded
her with requests. Some arsehole had even tried to slip his leash onto her
collar without her noticing. She smiled at the memory, apparently Jake had been
keeping an eye on her. The poor sod wouldn't be using his hand for a while,
Jake had seen to that. At first she'd been so nervous she'd tried to dance as
far away from her partners as possible. But soon the alcohol had made her
careless and she'd bounced off a few chests. The quizzical looks and raised
eyebrows had been almost comical to watch. Her explanation of 'my new wonder
bra - giggle giggle' had been enough to satisfy most of them. One guy had
speculated that she might be wearing a strange bondage garment but she'd
refused to comment. Pretty soon she'd become the property of a little group of
guys, all of them nice blokes. Heck, two of them was doctors for heavens sake!
They'd done a good job of keeping the weirdo's away and pretty soon she'd felt
as comfortable as could be expected. The night was turning out to be almost
enjoyable. She'd not realized how ostracized she'd been becoming and it felt
good so so- cialize a bit. Even if it was with a bunch of weirdo's and perverts.
Sharon walked back into the crowd and searched for her little group of admirers.
They had disappeared and she started to grow nervous. Suddenly a hand touched
her elbow and she twirled around. A tall dark man had been behind her and he
looked her up and down. "Care to dance?" he simply said, not even introducing
himself. She nodded wordlessly, his dark eyes keeping her spellbound. He gently
took her around the waist and pulled her close. His eyes revealed nothing as
her hard breasts pressed into his chest. They floated over the floor of to the
slow, mournful sounds of Kenny Rodger's voice. One of her guys had spotted them
but he also noted her partner's height and he quickly backed off. "Oh-
mygodohmygod! It's Him. It has to be! He didn't even blink when our chests met!"
she thought. She held on to his broad, muscular chest as he expertly led her
around the floor. "What am I gonna do! This is him! Sharon this is him!
Ohshitohshit oh shit please let this be him!" The thought came so suddenly she
lost a step in shock. Slowly Kenny wound it down and they finally stopped. He
simply stepped back, gave a little bow and disappeared into the crowd. By the
time she'd regained her senses he'd disappeared completely.
