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BONDAGE CLUB Chapter 2 HELPLESS IN THE GARDEN (A Fictional Story) © Copyright 2010 - Ruthie Angela was never able to look at things in the same way. Her thoughts kept going back to her initiation at the bondage club. It was an overwhelming and exhausting night that she would never forget. It would be hard to explain and who could she tell? The thing was, being new in town she had no one to tell. There were the chatroomgirls but she was going to avoid them for a while. They introduced her to the ceremony, they knew what was going to happen to her and they were there taking part in the initiation. Being hooded, she didn't see a face she would remember. Who were they? Did they know her? Did they work where she worked? She didn't know who they could be. Were they watching her? She had never given them her real name and had shared no details of her life. After thinking about it, she felt safe at work. Work was the same for two days after the initiation and then on the third day she arrived at work to find her desk covered with flowers. Flowers and candy kept arriving all week. Her co-workers were mystified and she did her best to share the flowers around the building. More flowers kept coming. Each had an unsigned card in a different hand thanking and welcoming her as their friend. No mention was made of the club or the members but that must have been where they came from. Angela's mind kept going back to the initiation. It was an irresistible, never to be forgotten experience. It was a most fabulous erotic adventure that didn't leave a mark on her body. She had only the smock, the canvas bag and the loads of flowers to remind her that it was real. Somehow they had found her and knew who she was. All that she knew was the location of the club. At lunchtime the next day Angela drove over to take another look at the building. There was a large sign over the front and the roller doors were open at the side. Inside she could see what looked like a furniture factory in full swing! The club was gone! She wondered if she should try to join the club if it still existed. She didn't know. Would they let her join? Had she passed the initiation? What if they rejected her? The following week, her boss called her in to his office to talk. He told her that one of the company's top clients had to travel and needed someone to house sit for a while. Did she think that it was something she would be interested in? He said that the company would appreciate her help in keeping in good graces with the client. The client could be gone for a year or more and if it wasn't too much trouble could she do it? He showed her a picture of the guest house on the property and she agreed. The guest house was beautiful. The main house was a short walk away off in the distance and the whole property was a large fenced park-like garden. In fact the main house was pleasant to look at and the gardens beautiful. She was shown around the guest house by the housekeeper and had moved her few things into the upstairs bedroom within a few hours. Before she left, the housekeeper told her that she would have to look in on the big house from time to time. if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!" (William Shakespeare) That night Angela lit candles, made herself a meal, drank wine and checked her email on her laptop in the bedroom before going to bed. She thought about it for a while and then finally went back into the bondage chatroom. Almost immediately she was welcomed by the chatroomgirls. They asked her if she wanted to come over and visit them but she told them that she had been drinking a little and was comfortable and didn't want to leave. She sat on the bed and sipped wine as she chatted. No one mentioned the initiation. The subject as usual centered around erotic themes and one of the chatroomgirls mentioned that she was writing a book. It was going to be a collection of bondage stories and she asked Angela if she had any ideas. Angela thought that being naked in a beautiful private garden at night with handcuffs on sounded good. Then she described the scene to them step by step. "Alone in the cottage," she said, "Angela has just finished a fine meal with glasses of wine, perhaps a little too much wine," she started, unconsciously using her own name. "Go on," wrote the chatroomgirls. She went on, "Angela seeks a thrill and something to satisfy her lust. Hidden at the bottom of her suitcase are a pair of handcuffs and a length of chain." She went over to her suitcase and pulled out the very same items. "Just like these," she said. The chatroomgirls protested with, "we can't see, go to the webcam chat," which she did. She now had faces to look at and real voices. "Hello girls, nice to meet you finally," she said. "Back to your story," they cheered. "Ok, they look like this," she said holding the handcuffs and chain up to the laptop webcam. She continued with her story, "then of course Angela has another glass of wine because it makes her more adventurous." "That's great," exclaimed the chatroomgirls, "then what?" "Ok, then she takes her clothes off." she said and then faltered. "Don't worry, there's just us girls here, we like it so far, act it out for us, please." encouraged the chatroomgirls. "Go through the scene while we write stuff down as fast as we can. You have great ideas." Angela undressed completely and said, "and then using a padlock the girl in the story puts the chain around her waist and locks it and the handcuffs in the middle of her back." "Please do it," plead the chatroomgirls in chorus. Angela showed them what it looked like by walking around naked with the handcuffs dangling from the middle of her back. "Why do you have the chain around your waist?" they asked. Angela explained, "So that when I have the handcuffs on behind my back I can't step through them and bring them to the front to make things easier. If they stay behind my back, everything becomes more difficult. That's how bondage is supposed to be." "And then what?" asked the chatroomgirls. "To the garden!" said Angela dramatically. She picked up the laptop and carried it downstairs to the candlelit kitchen and positioned it on the counter with the webcam facing the windowed door to the garden. "Can you see the garden?" she asked, "wait, I'll open the door." "It's too dark outside to see far," said one of the chatroomgirls, "but if you stand just outside the door, we will be able to see you. What next?" Angela continued role playing, "then to make it easier for her, the girl in the story drinks a whole new glass of wine," and drank from a glass. "Sometimes before doing something rash she has to do that." she continued, taking another sip. Angela put the keys on the counter where she could reach them when she returned from her trip around the garden adding, "It's a beautiful warm night, the garden must smell wonderful." "Go on, go on," the chatroomgirls urged her. Angela took one last drink of wine and reached her hands behind her and put the handcuffs on her wrists. "Are they on?" asked one of the chatroomgirls. "Yes," said Angela and turned around so that they could see. "I snug them up enough so that I can't wriggle my hands out," Angela tells them happily, "bondage must be inescapable to feel good." "What are you thinking? How do you feel?" ask the chatroomgirls. "I feel sexy and adventurous and slightly dangerous but that makes it more exciting," replied Angela. "It feels funny having you watch me, but I'm ready," she said, "I'm going out into the garden." Angela left the kitchen and went into the garden, barefoot, naked and with her hands securely locked behind her. Outside the door she turned and asked the chatroomgirls if they could see her. "Stay there," she said, "I am going to explore the garden and I will be back." The night was warm, the grass beneath Angela's feet soft. The perfume from the night blooming flowers was heady, or was that the wine? This was her own adventure and yet she was showing off to the chatroomgirls on the webcam. Here Angela was naked and with handcuffs on, imagining how delicious and vulnerable she must look. What if someone found her? What would they think? What would they do to her? Angela imagined rough, manly hands gripping her as she struggled helplessly. She liked "damsel in distress" fantasies. Wandering helpless in the garden felt good. Her imagination ran wild and she wanted to touch herself between her legs but couldn't reach. No sympathetic lover was there to help her, or at least, take advantage of her helplessness. At the far end of the garden she turned toward the house and in the silence she heard a click coming from the direction of the house. "Was that someone?" she wondered. Suddenly she was worried. No more sounds could be heard. She looked around as she moved quietly back to the house. She wanted to hurry inside where she would be safe. As she got near to the house she saw that the kitchen door had closed. Angela turned to grasp the handle and realized that the door was locked. She could see the laptop and the chatroomgirls and they could see her through the windows but there was nothing that they could do to help her. She could see them but couldn't tell them that she was stuck outside. She couldn't even tell them where she lived. "This is no time for things to go wrong." she thought struggling with the handcuffs, "Maybe the front door is unlocked." She tried the front door and that was locked, so too were the garage doors. If Angela could have found an open window, climbing in with her hands handcuffed behind her back would have been impossible. She went back to the kitchen door and looked through the windows. There on the counter were the keys and next to them, the laptop with the chatroomgirls watching unable to help. She pressed herself up against the glass and looked at the camera pleadingly. Maybe they didn't understand her predicament. They seemed to be laughing among themselves and having a good time. "What can I do?" she wondered. She was securely handcuffed, slightly dizzy from the wine and alone and vulnerable in the garden at night. Ruthie (You can send story suggestions, fiction and artwork to FictionandArtwork @ gmail.com)
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