Reunion

It had been 15 years since I had seen this woman. The last time was an embarrassing evening where in the course of lovemaking I introduced my kinky side. Having done that, she "freaked out". I, of course, untied her swiftly as it was much more important to me that I not later find myself at the police station as opposed to getting off. I had no problem explaining poor high school grades to my parents. However, explaining why a girl was bound in my bedroom while they were away for the weekend would have been much more difficult. Once unbound she left quietly amid my pathetic apologies. We did not see each other since then.

So now in the present. Fifteen years since that night it was quite a surprise to me to find myself in this woman's house. This time it was her husband that left us unattended. I had bumped into her at a shopping mall and a few phone calls landed me the invitation. I admit she was the one that kind of pushed it as though much time had passed, I was still numb from the last time we were alone together.

After a few drinks the subject of our last date came up. I told her that I was still sorry I made her so scared. What she said shocked me. She said, "Did it ever occur to you that the reason I was so upset was that you were not man enough to finish what you started"? I looked at her and told her I was not as patient to teasing as I was as a teenager. I told her that we could have a few more drinks and rehash high school days or she could find the binding material of her choice and bring it and her wrists to me.

She made it easy for me to be bold. She had kept her figure in great shape. In fact her legs looked even more stunning in the black skirt she was wearing than what I ever recall of her in her cheer leading uniform. The rest of her charms were left to my imagination as far as how well they were preserved. A trip through time I had every intention of exploring if given a window.

So she smiled and wandered off. I could not help but think that maybe this was payback for terrifying her so much all that time ago. I pictured more likely a man the size of a house would return with a baseball bat than what I saw. She entered the room with what appeared to be the long cloth belt from a robe. The excitement jolted away my fears and inspired by her challenge to me to be more agressive, I quickly pulled her arms behind her back and tied her wrists together quite unforgivingly. I was, in fact, challenging her resolve by making sure my binding was inescapable.

I pulled her towards the bedroom by her upper arm telling her that further action will work better there. This was going to be her last chance to reconsider her request to amend the past as I told her that if I was to do this right I would have to assure that she be only seen and not heard. I pulled open a dresser drawer and pulled out what was pair of white hose. I gave her ample time to expose her intention of all to be a charade....but then gagged her effectively.


She whimpered slightly as I tossed her on the bed and tied her ankles with the best the apparel in her dresser had to offer. She layed there seemingly quite content yet I suppose it was human nature of her to pull at her bindings to test my work. Yes...she started to twist and squirm franticly on the bed just the same way she did all those years ago. The only difference was this time I smiled and began to take my clothes off.

I stood above her with a rock hard erection and began to untie her ankles. She squealed and shot me a glance that kind of said, "I can't believe this is happening". Fortunately, for my state of mind that was about the only sign of resistance and second thoughts that her body language gave me.


I reached under her skirt and her panties were drenched. "Mmmm", I purred to her. I used a pair of scissors from a desk in the room to begin to shed her of her clothes. I then leaned over the bed, grabbed her legs and pulled her close to me. I spoke in a loud whisper, "Baby...it's time to change history".

Today's history lesson
by: Simon Kade
Encyclopedia for the mind.