Complicity

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Discovery

Jim watched her lovingly as she slept. He was totally infatuated with Sandy, the lush, beautifully built brunette he met in the museum late that afternoon months ago. They seemed to hit it off at once and one thing led to another. As soon as she moved in with him, it was clear that they shared a great deal more than just an interest in b**m and self-bondage. Sandy, always a bit uncomfortable about her eroticisms, was slow to allow Jim into her confusing and unique life, but as Jim introduced her to others in the scene, Sandy began to make immediate progress towards accepting her own predilections as well as those of others. Their personal erotic s*x life remained low key, mostly because neither partner wanted to damage the relationship by going too far, too fast. When she agreed, he'd bind and gag her with a few silk scarves, making sure she was comfortable with each stage of the restraint. Sandy accepted this new partnership element in her erotic life and even began to make modifications or request additions as they moved upward from one level to the next. Three months more, in a buyers' market, they went house hunting together, seeking more space, some privacy and a place of their own.

Over time, Jim noticed that Sandy was a deep sleeper, but that she tossed and turned a lot. She often seemed to be struggling as though she was being held to the bed by some invisible, outside force. Sometimes she would stretch out on her back, arms and legs extended towards the four corners of the bed and then toss her head back and forth, making unintelligible sounds and becoming quite animated. Occasionally, she woke Jim with her struggles and muffled cries. She slept on her side of the bed with her back to him, but he saw that she had her thin, white arms outstretched and wrapped around her king-sized pillow. Her knees were drawn up on either side of the pillow as well and she had her face pressed into the pillow's softness, muttering strange sounds as though she were gagged. He had no idea, yet, that she had seen herself in the dream as prisoner of the Vikings, but if he had known, it might have given him more insight to the complex sexuality of his new mate.

At other times, she put her hands behind her back, wrists crossed as though they were bound there. She slowly flexed her legs, keeping the knees pressed tightly together. Again, it seemed to Jim, it was as though she were bound and trying to escape.

When asked about these episodes, she at first denied they even happened, suggesting that Jim, not she, was dreaming. Sandy said she had no idea what he was talking about and, in the interests of continued happy coexistence, he dropped the subject. But late at night when they were both in bed, Jim would prop himself up on one arm and try to decode the babblings and groans coming from Sandy's luscious, half open, red lipped mouth. She seemed to be fighting something or someone and inevitably, if Jim watched long enough, one of her soft hands descended to her s*x and stayed there, moving slightly while she moaned and groaned the sounds of someone enjoying s*x. On alternate occasions, her hands positioned themselves differently, with one on her full breast or massaging a buttock and the other between her legs. Jim was fascinated with his discovery, but decided not to intervene. Yet despite this, their lives remained more or less trouble free and they got along well enough. On a few occasions when they both agreed, Jim gagged her tightly and tied her spread-eagle, to the bed. They had wild, lengthy s*x. This seemed to be the seminal event in their relationship. They both sensed it.

One afternoon, while trying to make more space in the walk-in closet, Jim pulled a couple of shoe boxes down from the high shelf over Sandy's hanging wardrobe and one box that was quite heavy dropped to the carpeted floor, spilling out a shiny array of chains. There were several chain dog leashes with the original leather handles removed, a variety of chain dog collars, a dozen or more double-ended snap hooks and what Jim was very certain was a quite effective gag made with a chain dog collar pulled through the center of a soft, sponge rubber ball. Jim wasn't surprised, always assuming that he was not the only one in the house who had a private stash of toys and devices to assist in their interest in bondage, rope, chain and collars.

"Well," he muttered, after carefully inspecting the contents of the box before putting everything back and replacing the box on the shelf. "This could change everything."