Lesson 5: Restrained

WC 2000

Lesson 5: Restrained

Louisa remembered vividly how the four of them had been searched and interrogated. It had been an internal Review, Cartel style. Afterwards Alonso promised to make it up to Rochelle. Actually she’d showed a lot of toughness and didn’t appear overly traumatized by what had taken place. Payback came the following weekend when Rochelle asked for a party at the Townhouse to celebrate her eighteenth birthday.

Louisa wasn’t surprised when the Big Guy asked her to help with the chaperoning. Imagine, me a chaperon, not even twenty-five and having to act like a responsible adult.

She had a lot on her mind since all the turmoil in the past couple of weeks. She’d been scared half out of her wits several day ago thinking Alonso was some sort of psychopath when in fact it had been his wife the basement room belonged to.

Her mind kept drifting back to the Internal Review when she saw Alonso taking the polygraph. After answering the initial set of questions, he worked a slight of hand that had FBI School written all over it. It was jokingly referred to as “The Magic Gum Trick.” It was a technique that operatives were taught to beat a polygraph test. It was pretty obvious to anyone ever trained in its use. It involved gesturing away with one hand while the gum was pushed up between the fingers of the opposite hand and into the mouth. . The gum contained a chemical that moderated your blood pressure and kept the needle from hopping around. With a little practice it was practically invisible and you could then lie like hell and the machine was none the wiser. If there was ever a life changing moment in Louisa’s life it came with the realization that Alonzo was working deep cover. It took awhile for the implications to sink in but it changed the entire paradigm of her outlook.

In the next week she was on an emotional high, almost giddy over the ironic twist to what had taken place. He must really trust me, she though, to show me the safe room, and to be so concerned about my welfare. Do you suppose he’s falling for me like I am for him?

It was a nice party with a DJ and Alonso tending the non-alcoholic bar. Louisa circulated about the house making sure everyone behaved themselves. Around midnight, the young men departed and Rochelle and her girlfriends went upstairs taking over the bedrooms.

Alonso came up from behind as Louisa was putting up the glasses and put his hands around her waist. She warmed to his fingers and felt a rush as he pressed against her buttocks. She dropped the towel and turned about as he took her in his arms and kissed her. It was a moment she’d been waiting for, and she kissed back relieved of all the plaguing guilt, and free now to follow her heart.

I need to find a way to show that I really trust him and give him a token of my love, she thought

“Hmmm,” she sighed. “Is this an invitation or what? “

“I wish there was someplace private we could go and talk,” he said wistfully.

“Talk? Right!” she replied, “The last thing you want to do is talk.”

“We could go up and lock ourselves into the safe room,” Alonso suggested.

“And how do you propose we get inside, since both bedrooms are filled with giggling adolescent females?”

“Well--- we could go hang out in Carmelita’s room.”

“Oh my Gawd!” You want to cuff me to the bed.”

That was Carmelita’s way, not mine… I don’t exactly see you as a submissive.”

“Right now I don’t feel very assertive.”

“We don’t have to use the room for its intended purpose. “

“So how are you proposing we use it?”

“That’s for you to decide.”

“Hey, don’t put this all on me.”

“I’ll let you to set the limits.”

“Why not?” She said, shrugging her shoulders. “I must admit I have a morbid curiosity. “

He took her hand leading downstairs into the basement. At the bottom Alonso buzzed his Key Fob and the door clicked open. They went inside. The room was larger than Louisa remembered. The shock of seeing the handcuffs on the posts the brass bed, the confinement cage, the examining table and the chain binders hanging from the ceiling were serious attention getters, that overwhelmed some of the other features of the room.

There was a love seat, a huge walk in closet, a make-up sink, full length mirror and shower stall. The closet contained a wardrobe that would have done justice to a Hollywood studio. There was hanger after hanger of costumes suitable for role-playing, along with rubber masks. Yes, and there were dildos of all sizes and shapes, gag balls, straps, paddles and all manner of other accouterments--- some with an obvious function and others she could only wonder about.

Louisa walked under the ceiling restraints. They hung from chains and were leveraged with truck tie down binders. On the floor beneath were footprints painted white on the floor and ankle restraints. Hanging quietly they portended a silent message that sent a shiver down her spine. But it wasn’t just a shiver of dread, but rather one of a sinister and compelling attraction.

Time to play the trust card and the red chip.” She thought to herself.

She gazed up to the ceiling. “Hook me up,” she told the Big Guy.


(POV change)


Alonso was surprised when Louisa said it. To him the bed was more of what he had in mind. Forget the handcuffs, he thought to himself. All I want is to lay her gently back and get this milestone behind us. Now, Louisa’s words made him reconsider. What’s with the bondage all of a sudden? he wondered.

“You want to be drawn and quartered, in the standing position?” he asked in disbelief.”

“How does this work?” she wanted to know.

“Before we go any further, Sweetheart, there are a couple of things you need to understand about all this master/slave role playing.”

“And what ‘s that?”

“First off is the question of trust. If you don’t have absolute trust in your Mentor, don’t even consider placing yourself in the submissive role.”

“I trust you. Is there any reason why I shouldn’t?”

“Once you’re in the restraints you’ll be helpless.”

“Bind my wrists.”

“There’s another matter to consider before taking that step.”

“Yes?” Louisa asked, demurely

“You have to have a ‘Safe Word.’ If at any time you seriously want to stop, you say the Safe Word.“

She paused, appearing to give the matter some thought.

“Well?”

“Can it be more than one word?”

“It can be a phrase.”

“I love you.”

“What?”

“’I love you.’ You’ll know, if I say that, I must be totally out of my mind.”

What is it with her tonight? he wondered.

Alonso reached up taking the shackle. It was lined with cotton, and the attached chains were held by garage door springs. As he pulled down they stretched taking up about half the slack.

“Strip!” he ordered.

She took off her blouse and bra, then her shoes, socks, dress and panties. She turned facing him in the buff.

“Give me your wrist.”

She extended her hand upward and he clicked it into the handcuff. Then he pulled down on the chain binding taking up the rest of the slack. Her right arm was stretched fully extended towards the ceiling. He repeated the process with the left.

“What now?” she asked.

“Feet in the prints,” he said and cinched down her ankles. Don’t forget the Safe Words.”

Alonso undressed until he too was naked. Taking her in his arms they embraced. She felt his hard in the crush of her silky hairs.

He kissed as she twisted reaching up and gripping the chains with both hands. As they swayed together, his tongue darted between and she welcomed it into her mouth. When he withdrew she reciprocated working her own back and forth between his lips.

She seemed to melt in his arms and her thighs squirmed as her stomach pressed tightly into his. The heat began to rise as their passion became more and more intense. They kissed eagerly, her breasts crushed tightly into his chest. Excitement began to build as sweat glistened and between her legs he felt a wetness soaking her short hairs. She has the itch, bigtime he thought, and I intend to scratch it.

He reached down searching his erection for the opening.

“Oh Gawd, Louisa cried out…. I want you so bad.”

Tell me the feeling, He thought heart pumping. He found the entrance to her vagina, gaping open.

“Are we really doing this?”

“If you want to stop, say the Magic Words.”

“Once I do, they’re your's forever.”

What does that mean? he wondered… Is she trying to tell me something?

He stepped back looking deeply into her eyes. She couldn’t bear it and looked down seeing his erection. He was poised and ready.

“Big enough?” he asked. Alonso squirted some KY into his hand and slathered his cock.

“Looks good to me,” she replied, “although I don’t have anything to really compare it with.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“What do you think I’m saying…?”

He stepped up inserting the head into the opening. He twisted it back and forth. “Time's running out Sweetheart.”

“I can’t see my wristwatch.”

The head slipped inside and the girth followed. “You don’t expect me to believe you’re still a virgin.”

“You’re about to find out”

“You got that right.”

“I’ve been waiting…, and I want you to have it.” Her voice began breaking up.

His hands reached down, taking her buttocks, as he rose up on his tiptoes.

“Last chance…”

“I saved it for you…,” she simpered.

Unable to restrain himself further, Alonso rutted. The tip muscled inside and the girth followed, as he thrust urgently. Down the corridor of her sex it slid, moving in fits and starts.

“Jesus!” she cried out twisting and turning in anguish. “It’s stinging like hell!”

Too late his hard cock drove to the limits of her flesh, and paused, pulsing to their heartbeats.

The chains swung as she struggled, impaled on the horn of his eagerness. “You’re hurting me,” she cried out grimacing in pain…. “Please, pull it out.”

He drew back and looking down saw the stain of her blood. He went flaccid, in wide-eyed dismay. Then he trembled, groaning in despair, as he embraced with a hug of fierce tenderness.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he cried, voice rife with emotion.

“I tried!”

“What have I done?”

“Exactly what I wanted,” she answered.

“Why, in Heavens Name?”

“Because… I love you.”

Tears ran down his cheeks and he was humbled. His conscience cried out in guilt as he reached up releasing her bindings. Louisa sagged and he carried her gingerly to the shower. He reached inside turning on the water and let the steam begin to rise. Then he cooled the spray and faced her into the nozzle. As she washed herself, he held her waist resting his chin on her shoulder. They swayed back and forth until, after some minutes, she cut off the water and turned about.

“You’re the only man I ever wanted and whatever happens from now on, I’ll never regret you being the first.”

“You trusted me tonight and I doubted you. I swear that will never happen again. I’ve plenty still to learn and hope to spend the rest of my life doing it.”

“You’ve got a few secrets yourself, Big Guy, and I hope you can start trusting me the same as I do you.”

“Buckle me up Sweetheart if you ever need a demonstration.”

“And what will you say when the heartache becomes too much to bear?”

“I love you.”