Dreams and Desires (37 page)

Adele picked out a pair of black high heels Kelly often wore. She was thankful she didn't own any real spikes or she was sure Adele would have chosen them instead.

The blond
dressier
stood back to consider her decoration of Kelly's body. She smiled with satisfaction. “You look terrific, honey,” she said. “You should dress like this all the time. You know, if ya got it, flaunt it."

She led Kelly over to the full length mirror on the door to the closet so Kelly could see herself. The turtlenecked shirt pulled tightly over her breasts, clearly demarking their separation and form, the hard points of her nipples readily discernable. The red and black, pleated skirt lay loosely across her thighs, revealing six inches of the dark, sheer stockings above her knees. “I look like some slutty high school kid looking to score,” she thought miserably. She put her hand up to the neck of the shirt and felt her collar underneath it. She would be wearing it all day, a reminder of her captivity. But that was the idea, wasn't it? Her bracelets were lumps at the ends of her long-sleeved pullover. She wondered whether she would be forced to wear them all day too. Adele was standing behind Kelly in the mirror smiling impishly. She was still naked and to Kelly she looked like some sprite that had magically appeared in her bedroom, full of fun and mischief. She experienced a more accurate sense of her role when she gently took hold of her arms and, after sliding up the sleeves, connected her wrists behind her back.

"I've got to get dressed, honey, so why don't you have a seat in the living room for a little while till we're ready to go?” Adele said as she led Kelly from the bedroom by her arm. She sat Kelly in the chair that had a view of the outside door. Kelly had to lean forwards so she wouldn't place her weight on her bound arms. Adele went back to the bedroom for a moment and returned carrying her gag and the ankle bracelets, which she had removed when putting on her stockings. She placed the bracelets over the stockings on each leg and then bound them together. She then presented the gag to Kelly's mouth. “Be careful not to muss your lipstick,” she said as she carefully guided it into place. After she locked the straps in place behind Kelly's head, she ran off to the spare room to put on her clothes.

It was about another fifteen minutes until they were ready to leave. Kelly, was unable to do anything but wait. Sitting alone and bound, she stared at the door to the outside. Her safe, secure, regular life had been turned upside down since she had last crossed the portal. She pulled slightly on the bonds behind her back and on her legs as if to make sure they were real, that she was really sitting in a chair in her own home bound and gagged. The funny thing was it felt almost natural. At first, she had rebelled at the thought of being so thoroughly confined. Now the encircling bands of softly lined leather seemed comforting, as if she did not have to chide herself for failing to physically resist the man and his will for her and could, instead, absolve herself of guilt for her joyous surrender.

As her eyes focused on the door, she wondered what would have happened if she had been able to get it shut before the dream man came back into the house after his early morning frolic on Saturday. Would he have mesmerized her into opening it again? Could his powers flow through walls? Even though she was a confined prisoner, had lost all rights of personal integrity, and was apparently being used for some ulterior purpose of the man's, she wondered if she would have tried to close the door if she knew then what she knew now. If someone had offered her the conscious choice between the almost intolerable bliss she had experienced over the last two days and her freedom, what would she have chosen? She knew she would have chosen freedom, because there would have been no way to convey the inexpressible joy she felt at the man's presence, the ecstasy she felt at his touch. And still now, she wondered, if somehow the man's control over her lapsed, if she got the chance to run away today, would she take it? Probably not. What was freedom after all compared to bliss?

Kelly was also afraid of being someplace other than here, in the comfortable, warm environment of her house, where her mystical transformation had taken place. Here, she did not have to be confronted by the real world, deal with the fact that no one could ever understand what she had been through, never mind approve of what she had become. And what if, being confronted by the realities of her outside existence, somehow the spell was broken? She would lose the feeling of utter contentment she felt whenever the man put his hands on her. She would lose the burning need she felt for him, a need that made her feel more alive than she had ever felt before. She would lose the orgasmic bliss he brought to her whenever he placed his hard cock inside her body and discharged himself there. Just the thought of it made her need for him rise.

The man came and sat down opposite her. He was drinking his second cup of coffee. He saw she was nervous and noted her growing lust. It was good to feel it flow across the small room to him. His eyes surveyed the picture of his pretty familiar. The blond woman had done her job well, and the female was a delectable sight. Her bound hands behind her curved her shoulders back, proffering her covered, clearly distinguishable breasts. Her legs looked long and sensual. Her helpless confinement and doleful look made her even more appealing to his male, human mind.

Kelly shifted uncomfortably as the man's eyes scanned her body. His gaze made her more conscious of her bonds, her defenselessness. She could not help thinking of her naked breasts beneath her knitted top, breasts he could caress or kiss merely by the raising of the bottom of her shirt. She was reminded of her bare pussy that lurked under her short, revealing skirt, open to his possession by the simple expedient of lifting her hem. Her body shivered as her lust began to grow. “How will I ever make it through the day?” she asked herself fearfully.

Adele came storming into the living room. She was dressed in one of her standard miniskirts and a tight, flowered blouse. “I'm ready. I'm ready,” she announced merrily. She knelt down before Kelly and released and removed her ankle bindings. Standing up, she disconnected the bracelets around her wrists and eased the gag from her mouth. She put the ankle bracelets and gag in her big, red purse. She retrieved Kelly's fall jacket from the closet and helped her put it on. When Kelly looked up, the man was standing in front of her. He was wearing a supple, form fitting, black leather jacket with a bright brass zipper that looked very good on him. He placed his hands on either side of her auburn head and sent her a strong signal of the need to obey his will combined with a surge of pleasure. Kelly felt her knees weaken as she absorbed it. When the man released her, Adele put her arms around her and gave her a long, passionate kiss. Kelly hugged her back and returned the kiss happily. They were best friends, lovers now, she thought. Adele would take care of her. As if reading her mind, Adele told her when they broke their kiss, “Don't worry, Kelly, everything will be all right. And tonight, I'll have a really nice surprise for you.” She then locked Kelly's wrists together in front of her.

It was a twenty minute drive to the lab from Kelly's house except when the usually light traffic got snarled where Route 246 crosses Becker Farm Road. Today, of all days, traffic was heavy. Kelly's composure about the upcoming day lasted only a few miles. At the first signs of the otherwise normalcy of the day, the cars breezing up and down the country road, the telephone poles whizzing by, the stores and coffee shops, Kelly's heart sank into a deep funk. Like a condemned woman tired of waiting for her doom, Kelly sat in the back seat behind Ramón and counted each long minute of their trip. They had taken her car and Kelly was driving. A light drizzle was making everything worse.

How could the world be the same, she thought miserably, when she had changed so much? Although her wrists were bound in front of her, they were clearly meant only as something symbolic since she could still release her seat belt by pressing the little button to her left and operate the door handle to her right. It was her own will that kept her a prisoner, her decision to succumb to her need for the man sitting in the passenger seat in front of her.

"And why does he want to go to my lab?” she wondered, looking at the long, black hair at the back of his head. Does he need it for some reason? Is this what this is all about? Was that why she was selected?

The fact that the man might have chosen her for purely utilitarian purposes rather than as a result of an infatuation or obsession with her was disconcerting. It struck at her self respect and pride. She still had no real answer to how he had appeared so suddenly in her bed, locked in a passionate embrace with her. It was clear he had chosen her. Was he merely trading on the emotional barrenness of her life, counting on her desperate need for intimate companionship? Did he really care for her?

Ramón, otherwise entranced by the strange new world he was traveling through, turned from time to time to check up on his familiar. When they had come out of the house, Ramón had stood still for a moment, his face upturned as the rainwater caressed it. Adele had stopped walking to the car when she discovered he was not right behind her, and said jokingly, “It's just rain, baby. You'll get to see a lot of that around here this time of year."

When he looked back to where his familiar was sitting in the car, he could sense her distraught state. He sent soothing, comforting messages to her, signals that would, temporarily cause her to relax her tense body, ease the conflicts within her. When he looked back a few minutes later, he would see the same, tense, nervous look on her face.

Twice, Kelly had the urge to jump out of the car. The first was when they stopped at the red light about three miles from her house. She knew the owner of the gas station there and imagined herself running inside and begging him to call the police. The second time was when they stopped at the light at Meyer's Junction. There, an actual police car pulled up right beside them in the right hand turn lane. The young officer peered into their car with feigned nonchalance. Kelly looked back. It would take only a look, a mouthing of the word ‘help’ to summon assistance, start in motion a chain of events that would lead to her liberation. A wave of misery flooded her when she thought of being separated from her dream lover and she let the police cruiser pull away.

She was filled with dread when they finally pulled into the driveway for the lab a little before 8 o'clock. Ramón got out first and opened her door. When she stepped out, he took her arm. A thin curtain of light rain was still falling. As luck would have it, Mr. Hardings, her landlord was arriving just at the same time. He was broadchested and about 5'8” tall. He was wearing a heavy, plaid winter jacket that, coincidentally, matched Kelly's skirt and a red and yellow Washington Redskins knitted pullover cap. Kelly, distressed that he would see her bound wrists, tried to pull them up into the sleeves of her jacket.

"Morning, Dr. Jameson,” he said to her amiably.

"That's right,” Kelly said to herself. “I'm Dr. Jameson.” She was about to return the greeting when she was hit by a wall of panic. If she didn't speak, Hardings would think there was something weird going on. If she did speak, her captor might punish her. She looked anxiously at Ramón. He sent her a message of reassurance.

Ramón, of all people, saved the day.

"Hi,” he said, holding out his hand. “I'm Ramón Vasquez, Mr. Hardings. Nice to meet you. I'm going to be working with Dr. Jameson for a while. We've brought in a few new grants and are going to be very busy."

"Well, that's great,” Hardings replied shaking Ramón's hand back heartily. That his tenant was prospering was good news indeed!

Kelly looked at Ramón as if he was a manikin that had just recited the Gettysburg Address. The dream man had a voice after all! And it was perfect, slightly accented English. She was about to say something when Adele broke in. “Hi, I'm Adele. I'm the office manager. I've seen you around a lot but we've never met.” She extended her hand to formalize the greeting. “We've got a conference call with some of the money people in a few minutes so we can't chat. Ramón'll come over later and talk to you about some plans we've been working on."

"Okay, Okay,” Hardings said merrily. And to Ramón, “Come over any time. Anything I can do for Dr. Jameson, I'd be happy."

Adele unlocked the door to the lab and the trio entered. Ramón immediately began to look around the place. Adele escorted Kelly to her office and, after unlocking her bracelets and removing her coat, locked them back together before her and sat her in her chair behind her desk.

Kelly's beautiful, large, dark oak desk had been a present from her family when she had opened the lab. Its shiny top was covered by a clean, black bordered, green felt pad, had a picture of Kelly, her mom and dad and her younger brother and sister in it sitting in a frame, an old fashioned green tinted desk lamp and the usual assortment of office conveniences, a stapler, Scotch tape, a round container for pens, etc. There was a small stack of papers on the front right of the desk in a little bin and her thin computer screen on the left in front of which sat her keyboard. The telephone was on the right, just far enough to be out of the way, but within easy reach.

After sitting Kelly in her chair, Adele pulled the cord from the telephone base. She then unplugged the computer and closed the blinds on the outside windows. There was a set of blinds which Kelly never used which covered the interior windows that looked over the lab area. Adele closed them too.

Kelly watched sadly as she was cut off from contact with the outside world. She felt like a little girl in her grandmother's parlor with her hands graciously and respectfully folded in her lap. It was about another hour before the lab techs would arrive. She thought nervously about how they would react if they saw her bound hands and her skimpy dress, not to mention all the drawn blinds. Adele had even lowered the shade over the window on the door. And how would she communicate with anybody? Were they going to make her sit in her chair all day with nothing to do?