She returned, with my scissors in her hand. “Hold still.” She reached down and snipped the tie around my ankles, then helped me to my feet. She gathered up my things, stuffed them into my bag and hoisted it, then led me back to my car. “We’ll go to my place; we can talk there. I’ll drive.” She led me around to the passenger side, helped me in, then buckled the seat belt. She got in, started it up, and drove us away.
She has a nice house, at least from the front. She parked in the driveway, then came around and got me out and brought me into the house. We went into the kitchen; she set my bag down. “Let’s get your toys put away.” She removed the nipple clamps as I winced and dropped them into my bag, then reached in and removed the vibrator, switched it off, and dumped it in as well. “I’ll make coffee.”
She puttered away while I squirmed. She poured two cups. “Hold still.” Snip; off came the shrink wrap. I spit out the sponge; she caught it and tossed it into the sink. “How do you take yours?”
“Black, two sugars.” She added sugar to mine and cream to hers, then reached over and cut the ties holding my hands before handing me my cup. “Cheers.” We drank.
And that’s how I met Jane. We had quite a discussion that evening; it turned out we had a lot in common. When I told her about my experience with the plugs she nodded knowingly. “Yes; if you make a mistake with those you can injure yourself severely, even cause internal bleeding. Which, given the circumstances, could be fatal. I never go near those things. You’re lucky you weren’t hurt.”
“I’m lucky? What about you? He could have killed you, or taken you home and kept you chained up as his personal sex slave, or God knows what. But he didn’t take advantage of you; he just let you know he could have.”
“I know. I know a little more about him, by the way. His name is Alex; he lives in that cabin on the property, which he owns. Makes his living trading stocks and advising others on the market.” She smiled at me. “I Google mapped the property, looked through the county deeds to find the owner of record, then searched Facebook for him. His picture popped up; that was him. From there it was easy.”
Eventually she got around to it. “So how about it? Say next weekend, my place?”
I nodded. “Sounds fine; I’ll see you then.” I reached out; she dropped my car keys in my hand. “Good night.” A peck on the cheek, then I drove home.
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