Dinner that evening at his house had been a delightfully pleasant treat. She wasn't aware of his culinary skills to this degree.
"I have a surprise for you, Nicole," he suddenly announced after they finished their coffee.
Jack led Nicole out of the living room, down the stairs and around the corner into a dimly lit area in the basement. Opening the locked door at the end of the short hallway, Jack flipped on the light switch. The soft, gentle lighting was reminiscent of candles but certain objects stood out in the harsh shadows. Nicole could see the collection of leather and metal restraints and harnesses hanging from hooks on the far wall. Even though she did not know what everything was the display was quite impressive. She had confessed to him earlier in their relationship that she was curious and found the idea of sexual bondage erotic and exciting. He had promised to show her a few things and assured her that when the time came they would start out slowly. She knew that this was his new dungeon or "play room" as he called it. He never let her see the progress as he built it but he had educated her somewhat in the ways of D/s relationships. She found that concept very titillating as well. He usually left her wanting to learn more but only led her along slowly and tested her boundaries.
The sight of the equipment, the variety and the amount made her quiver with excitement and anticipation. She couldn't even imagine having harnesses like those wrapped around her naked body. She shivered again as she imagined the possibilities. So far, he had only introduced her to having her hands and feet tied and teasing her with a lot of touching as she squealed with delight at the playful nature of their shared experiences. The subdued lighting and anechoic effect of foam panels on the ceiling made the room feel more sinister. She ventured into the room following closely behind him; her eyes wide open with curiosity fear and anticipation. The space was about the size of a typical bedroom. The unmistakable aroma of leather filled the air.
A shiver of terror ran up her spine when she spied the medical instruments lying neatly on a stainless steel tray on a small table. Doctor visits were the worst when they started probing and exploring with those things. She recognized some of the examination devices that her gynecologist used. Several others had clamps that she surmised were for gripping or spreading. Surveying the room, she saw quite a collection of bondage gear and sex toys, all laid out on shelves and tables. There were also several cupboards and drawers whose contents were not visible. Ordinary things or something even more ghastly? She wondered. There was something very similar to an examination table with stirrups that included straps over leg channels from the table to the stirrups. The table also had arm extensions. It looked like everything could be pivoted to position each limb separately. The room was more reminiscent of an examination room at the doctors' office than the basement of a medieval castle.
The thud of the heavy steel door being closed and the click of the latch startled her and made her feel uneasy -- trapped inside this room with her master! He had quietly moved to the door as she was staring at the table and instruments. She noticed that the door had no knob, just a keypad. The sudden feeling of confinement brought her back from the trance-like state that her sheer amazement had wrought. She was now genuinely afraid.
"It turned out very well if I do say so myself," gleamed Jack.
"Uh, Yes sir," she replied, unsure of what he intended to do next.
She was unable to take her eyes off the vast array of devices neatly arranged and displayed throughout the room. The more she looked, the more curiosities appeared before her.
"If you're ready to submit to me now, I want you to strip, my pet," he suddenly demanded in his soft but stern voice. "Take everything off now. If you're not ready or willing, you may simply say so and I'll bring you back to the kitchen where you are free to leave or join me for a drink and conversation if you'd like."
She glanced at him over her shoulder and saw that he was smiling but serious. She contemplated the idea of just leaving. She remembered how he had spoken with such excitement of his playroom as he was building it in the extra bedroom in the basement. It was obvious that he had put a lot of thought into his room for her today. Seeing the completed room or chamber for the first time had already created a strange sense of arousal. The way he treated her always made her feel special even when he restrained her. She was both excited and wary to submit and comply in this intimidating place. She thought that she had a good idea of his kink, but he never ceased to amaze her with new surprises, and the lengths to which he would go. As apprehensive as she was, Nicole was also hesitant to leave. They had developed some level of trust over the past several months from previous encounters in both of their bedrooms.
"Have you decided to stay?" he asked, moving away from the door.
"Yes sir," she replied weakly, as if she was already under his control. She still had her doubts whether she should but a sense of arousal had begun to stir within.
"I'll be gentle," he assured her as he could see the fear in her eyes. "We'll begin with something basic and not too threatening."
Jack was now standing directly behind her, stroking her shoulders and arms with his hands. His touch made her weak in the knees as he ran his hands a bit further over her breasts. Damn him. He knew how to get her under his spell.
He walked to the rack of leather straps that were hanging from hooks on the wall. His stern look communicated quite clearly that he was in his domination mode and she was to obey. Her hands felt clumsy as she nervously began to unbutton her blouse. Jack was now standing directly in front of her with a handful of leather, laces and D-rings in his right hand. Nicole felt self-conscious as she slipped out of her blouse in front of him. Even though they had been intimate for several months, she still felt a bit awkward when he watched her undress. She reached down to slip out of her blouse. Using his left hand, he slid her bra straps over her shoulder one at a time, then took the clasp and unhooked it with one pinch of his fingers. He gently slid the undergarment over her arms and took it from her. A smile came to his face, as he looked her over with affection. He placed the leather harness on the examination table. Reaching down, he took hold of her belt. He unfastened the narrow buckle and spread it open. He then opened the jeans button with both hands and unzipped them for her. She glanced up at his eyes as she bent over to slip them down from her legs and onto her feet. He helped her slip out of the skin-tight jeans, taking the opportunity to glide his hand over her bottom. She removed her shoes to slip her pants over her feet.
"Why don't you put your shoes back on? The floor is pretty cold, he suggested.
She slipped her medium-length heels back on, making her balance a bit more wobbly. Picking the harness from the table he stood ready with a pair of fleece-lined suspension cuffs opened and ready for her wrists. Another shiver ran through her body as she realized, "this is it" and stood; ready to submit to his desires.
"You can leave your panties on for now," he said as he held the restraint toward her. "Hold out your hands. The cuffs will minimize any marking of your wrists."
