Ending Linda's Inhibitions

Dear readers, thank you for following this story so far. My apologies for the long delay in producing this chapter.

If you have not read the first two chapters, please read them first; it will make the events in Chapter 3 more understandable.

Thank you to kenjisato for his proofreading and general guidance.

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Chapter 3 : The Dream

After the traumatic events of earlier in the evening, Brian found it difficult to sleep. He lay in bed late into the night, gazing up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. His mind was replaying the sequence of events like a broken record while Linda lay sleeping peacefully beside him, unaware of the turmoil inside her partner's head.

Brian's plan had been to bring some kinky, bondage sex into his and Linda's lives. It was to be a power roleplay, with Linda playing the part of a helpless, bound victim, while Brian played the dominant role. They had played out this fantasy before, but Brian had wanted to add some extra spice into the scenario by adding an element of uncertainty for Linda as to who she was with.

It would, of course, be him on the bed with her as before, but he wanted to have a third party in the house to add footsteps and a voice that Linda would not recognise. To that end, he had arranged for his work colleague, Mat Davis, to come to the house to collect a borrowed video game console. Brian's plan was that he and Mat would go to the spare bedroom, from where the console was to be collected; Mat would then retrace his steps down the stairs and leave quietly, leaving Brian to return to the bedroom and have sex with Linda, and she, not totally sure who it was that was with her, would find the experience thrilling and so adding a little spice to their sex lives.

Each time Brian replayed events in his mind, wondering where it had all gone wrong, his thoughts came to rest on Jon Martin. How Brian hated that man. In truth, Brian hardly knew him. While Brian and Mat worked in accounts at the local branch of the multinational sportswear giant Harrington Sports, Jon Martin, as International Sales Director, was based at head office in London and hardly ever visited the Southampton branch where Brian worked. However, on those occasions when he did visit, he gave the impression of regarding himself as vastly superior to the rank-and-file branch staff.

The only time Jon Martin ever condescended to speak to anyone other than the branch manager was if Jon noticed a new young, pretty female employee. The always immaculately dressed, handsome sales director was a notorious womaniser.

Although, as far as he could tell, the other men in the branch loathed Martin as much as Brian did, despite the way the arrogant executive treated women, which to Brian's mind was to use and then casually discard them, perversely all the women in the office seemed to drool over him.

For example, when Peter Smith, the branch manager, ordered coffees be brought into his office for him and Jon Martin when Martin visited, the women used to almost come to blows as to who would take the drinks in.

Briefly, Brian considered the mystery of why Jon Martin, a company high flyer from

London was with Mat Davis, a lowly accounts clerk, just like Brian himself. As far as he knew, they had never spoken to one another, but swiftly his thoughts turned to a more pressing matter--how could he face Mat Davis at work on Monday morning? Would Jon Martin taunt him? Would Linda find out? The possibilities were endless, each one more terrifying than the last.

His mind raced, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Jealousy, humiliation, arousal, fear.It was a toxic brew that kept him awake, tossing and turning, trapped in a nightmare of his own making, with all the time the image that Brian saw as he opened the bedroom door after Mat and Jon had left burnt into his mind.

Eventually, as the night wore on, exhaustion finally triumphed, and sleep overcame

him.

Even in his sleep, Brian did not find peace. Instead of a dreamless deep sleep, he found himself standing in a long, dark, dank tunnel. The air was thick with an eerie stillness; shadows were cast on the uneven, bare stone walls by dim flickering industrial style lamps spread sparsely, high on the vaulted tunnel walls. Brian's bare feet felt the chill from the damp stone floor; looking down, he saw that he was completely naked. Confused and disoriented, Brian struggled to recall how he had ended up in such a miserable place. He stood for a moment, wondering what to do next.

The tunnel stretched away endlessly to his left; the exposed stone walls and rough, uneven flooring reminded Brian of somewhere he had visited; he just couldn't place where. To his right, within just a few feet the tunnel was in total darkness The flickering lights there seemed to have died altogether, leaving only an abyss. Brian felt he had no option but to go left, and so he started walking; the only sound was his bare feet slapping against the cold, damp stone floor, echoing back from the vaulted roof.

After what felt like an endless number of minutes, Brian paused to take stock of his

surroundings. Nothing had changed; the passage continued on into the

distance with little signs of life or movement. He had thought once or twice in his long walk along the tunnel that he had seen a rat scurrying in the shadows, but that might have been a trick of the light. The only other sign of life had been a bat circling one of the lamps, catching insects attracted by the light.

Brian wondered if he should turn back, but when he looked, the hallway had vanished, replaced by an endless void.

Brian shrugged his shoulders. There was nothing else for him to do but keep moving forward. It was pointless to remain where he was, and it seemed that going back was not an option. So he trudged on, along the mysterious passageway in the total silence.

After what felt like an eternity, Brian stopped again. He was cold, his spirits were low; it seemed as though he was making no progress in this never-ending tunnel. But then, out of nowhere, he noticed a heavy wooden door to his left. How had he missed it until then? A faint strip of light peeked out from underneath the door, cutting through the darkness of the tunnel. Curiosity getting the best of him, Brian cautiously approached the door and strained his ears. There was definitely a sound coming from inside, muffled but distinct voices that echoed off the stone walls. Brian hesitated for a moment, unsure what he might find beyond the door, but he knew he had no choice but to go in.

With a trembling hand, he turned the old-looking, rusty handle and slowly pushed open the door, brushing off cobwebs that clung to his fingertips. The sight that greeted him was a stark contrast to the cold, dark, and shadowy tunnel he had just emerged from.

Stepping into the high-vaulted, circular room felt like entering a different world altogether. It was lit with soft lanterns, their warm glow casting gentle shadows on the walls; every inch of those walls adorned with large, ornate paintings of erotic Japanese art, each one more detailed and captivating than the last.

The room was filled with an intoxicating scent of incense and musk, and Brian was dimly aware of the stylish furniture and ornaments of jade and porcelain that surrounded him. But what truly caught Brian's attention was the centrepiece of the room, a luxurious, circular bed adorned with plush pillows and silk sheets. And upon that bed lay a naked couple having sex. The scene was so unexpected and surreal that Brian couldn't help but just stand there in shock, trying to take it all in.

His heart pounded as he slowly approached the couple. They were unmistakably Japanese; the woman was very beautiful--young, slim, with pale, flawless skin, her long, shiny black hair cascading around her. Brian recognised her; he had seen her many times in videos on the JAV porn channel to which he had become addicted. The man, though, he did not recognise; he was much older than the woman, thick-set, powerful-looking, with a short haircut. The couple seemed oblivious to his presence, so Brian edged closer and closer, irresistibly drawn by the scene like a moth drawn to a candle. The woman was on her back, the man on top of her, her legs wrapped around him with her ankles locked. As in the videos that Brian had watched almost every night, she was making strange, high-pitched, whimpering noises constantly as her partner thrust rapidly into her.

The highly charged sexual scene that Brian found himself watching had almost

immediately aroused him, which, given his lack of clothes, would have been obvious to anyone present, but the couple paid no attention to him or his erection. He moved ever closer. As he was watched, the man barked a command, and the woman obediently flipped over onto her hands and knees, her firm buttocks raised high in the air and her face buried in the bedsheets. Kneeling behind her, with a firm grip on her waist, the man began to penetrate her from behind in a doggy-style position.

The man's powerful thrusts caused her firm, round breasts to bounce wildly, and she arched her back and pushed back eagerly, moaning and sighing, her beautiful face twisted in pure ecstasy, as he pounded deeply into her.

Their passionate lovemaking was unlike anything Brian had ever experienced. He

watched, fascinated. This was what he wanted, what he craved for in his own sex life.

The scene was so arousing and so enticing that Brian found himself unable to resist any longer. He tentatively reached out a hand and gently touched the woman's shoulder. At his touch, the woman's eyes opened for a moment, revealing her beautiful almond-shaped, dark brown eyes; yet even then, she seemed to be completely unaware of the young Englishman's presence, gazing directly ahead.

The man continued to fuck her relentlessly, her tight pussy gripping him tightly as she matched his every thrust with animalistic grunts.

Brian noticed a bright red leather collar around the woman's neck, adding to her nakedness. Attached to it was a leash held by the man's hand, signifying his complete ownership of her. As someone who regularly indulged in Japanese porn, Brian had seen similar scenes many times before, but that was nothing compared to witnessing it live and up close like this.

The woman's moans and whimpers grew louder and louder, filling the room and echoing off the walls. Finally, she let out a shriek as her body arched and contorted, her fingers digging into the crumpled sheets.

Watching the beautiful Japanese woman climax was too much for Brian, and he, too, came, a spray of semen shooting from his cock onto the carpet.

Almost at that same moment, as if he had suddenly become aware of Brian, the man looked directly at Brian with a penetrating stare.

Under the man's relentless gaze, Brian felt as if he were totally out of place--a thin, gangly, rather plain, balding, white young man, dirty from his long walk in the tunnel, totally naked, with semen dripping from his flaccid penis onto the beautiful woven carpet in this sumptuously decorated room.

A slow, insidious smile spread across the man's face, devoid of warmth, laced with a hint of mockery. He winked. And then, to Brian's horror, the man's features began a slow, horrifying metamorphosis, until Brian was looking at a very smug Jon Martin. At the same time, the woman's features also shifted..... Linda.

Brian jerked awake, his heart pounding, his body covered in sweat. He lay there, taking deep, calming breaths. It was still dark, the only light coming from the illuminated numbers on the alarm clock, 4:33am.

Linda stirred beside him, turning to face him, her eyes still closed. "What's wrong?" she asked sleepily.

"Nothing," Brian lied.

Brian lay awake for the rest of the night, dreading the arrival of dawn. He was uncertain what he would face when he went into the office at 8 a.m., but he felt sure it would be something he could have done without.

TO BE CONTINUED