Time After Time (C) Dino 2003
= Part 4 =
Brent sat silently, while Judy told the story of how she'd ended up chained in a
city park at night, then left there to find her own way home. She told him
something about her former boyfriend, Steve, and how he had also wanted to make
her into his own personal sex slave. The way she talked about him caused Brent
to see a lot of himself in the way he thought about women. It's funny, he
thought, how, even with the problems Judy had had with this Steve fellow, she'd
become attracted to another man with a similar type character.
Brent was pleased with the way the girl had opened up to him. When she ran out
of things to say, he took her hand in his, leaned close, and kissed her lightly
on the forehead. Judy leaned into him and he held her tightly to him. His hand
lightly stroked up and down her back, while he mulled over what she'd told him.
Her biggest problem appeared to be her fear of being seen by strangers while in
bondage, and then being ridiculed. Generally, being rendered helpless by some
sort of bondage is a frightening experience for most people. Being unable to
defend yourself leaves you open to attack by anyone wanting to hurt you, or rape
you, as Judy alluded to in her tale. However only once during Judy's ordeal that
night did she say she had any real fear for her safety, and she'd been able to
diffuse the situation herself, with a simple, yet effective, bluff.
So could this be all that was keeping Judy from completely enjoying bondage
situations? Fear of some stranger's disapproval? Brent tried to think up a way
to show her how silly it was, to give up one's happiness in order to conform to
what society dictates you should do. However he wouldn't want to come off
sounding like her former boyfriend. Whatever tactics he'd used on her certainly
hadn't worked.
What she really needed was to be in an accepting environment, thought Brent. And
fortunately, he happened to know a couple of people who could provide such an
environment for her. Brent reached over for his pack and began to take out the
makings of lunch.
"We'll have a bite to eat," he told Judy while he sorted out the food, "then
we'll bring the horses back. I'd like you to meet Brian and Kim today. Brian
owns the farm next door, and he's the one that lent us the horses."
Judy looked puzzled, and asked, "Are they friends of yours?" She wondered if her
bondage time was about to end?
"Very good friends," was his reply.
Brent had brought a long loaf of crusty bread and some spreadable cheeses. He
opened the lid of a small tin of meat. Two glasses, and a container of
non-alcoholic apple cider, rounded out the meal. Judy was eager to know more
about these friends she was about to meet, but decided not to press Brent for
answers. She contented herself with enjoying the day, and with the amazing
situation she was in.
"These friends of mine," Brent began, once they were enjoying the impromptu
lunch, "are very much into these kinds of power exchange games. I think it would
be helpful for you to see that there are people who don't look down on the
things you like to do."
Judy asked, "Do they live as master and slave?"
"I guess you could say that they do. It's nothing so formal though. You'll see
when we get there."
After they'd finished eating lunch, Brent packed everything up in his pack and
brought the horses near. He asked Judy if she thought she'd like to try riding
side saddle, like the ladies use to do way back when. Judy's ankle chain
prevented her from putting her legs around the animal the usual way. So with
some help from Brent, she managed to get herself sitting upright in the saddle
with her leg hooked over the pommel. It was preferable to the way she'd arrived
- strapped down over it. Brent handed her the blanket and then, mounting his
horse, they left the lake.
They hadn't gone far when Judy noticed a fork in the trail. Brent led his horse
left, and Judy's followed along. Judy soon began to feel that this wasn't the
way they'd gone when they were going to the lake. Her suspicions were confirmed,
when the trail opened from thick forest to a fenced field. Brent got down to
unfasten the wire, creating an opening where they could pass through into the
open field. A few nearby cows watched Brent lead his horse in.
"Brent, where are we going?" Judy asked.
"To bring back the horses," he simply stated.
"But I don't have any clothes," Judy said. She tried to stop her voice from
rising in pitch as she spoke, but it was clear to Brent that her fears of being
seen by strangers were returning. He tried a bit of humour to lighten the mood.
"Well I gave you a blanket to cover yourself," he said. "What more do you need?"
After a pause, while he refastened the fence, Brent informed her, "Brian and Kim
aren't going to be bothered by the way you look."
"Maybe so, but I can't have people see me like this!"
Judy's rising panic threatened to spook her horse, and Brent made a grab for its
bridle before he could bolt. He snaked his other hand up under the blanket Judy
had draped over her, and he stroked her thigh. Her bare foot brushed against the
inside of his elbow, with the links of her chain cool against his arm. Brent
smiled at the girl, trying to calm her.
"I've known Brian and Kim for years," he said to her. "He's the one that told me
when my house came up for sale. I think when you meet Kim, and talk to her for a
while, your fears will be put to rest. The way you look right now is nothing
unusual to them."
"You mean they play these kinds of bondage games too?"
"It's quite a bit more than a game to them. You'll just have to trust me, Judy.
Come on. You'll see when we get there."
Brent gave Judy's thigh a final squeeze, then climbed back up on his horse. The
cows mostly ignored the pair of humans, as they rode to the other side of the
field where the gate was. Judy could see barns and a farmhouse in the distance.
Suddenly, she noticed a man driving a tractor across a field, and he was coming
straight for them. Judy felt her heart skip a beat.
Brent wanted her to trust him but, like always, when faced with having someone
discover her kinky little secrets, Judy's panic began to take over. She began a
rather futile attempt to arrange the blanket to cover as much of herself as
possible. Brent glanced back, and he couldn't help but smile at her distress.
"Relax, Judy. It's only Brian." Brent switched to a more commanding voice. He
didn't want it to appear that he was angry with her, but he knew that she'd
listen to him if he spoke firmly to her. He knew that, deep down, she wanted him
to tell her what she should do.
"I want you to stop fidgeting with that blanket now," he told her. "When Brian
gets here, you'll greet him in a proper manner. All right?"
Judy let the blanket fall over her legs. She smoothed down a wrinkle, and then
looked up. She surprised herself when her smile came automatically.
"Yes Sir."
Those two little words were out of her mouth, and they felt good to her. Brent's
face had a no nonsense expression that she drew strength from. She would place
her trust in this man. She would.
Brian drove the tractor alongside the fence rail and shut off the noisy engine.
He was a wiry man of what looked to be average height, and his face was tanned
and lined from years of outdoor work. An easy smile was on his lips, and when he
tipped back his hat, Judy saw pale gray eyes that spoke of a peace and a
contentment with life.
"Morning folks." Brian addressed Brent, but his eyes were for Judy. Though it
wasn't her chained feet exposed at the bottom of her blanket that drew his
stare, or the cuff on the wrist of the hand that held her only covering around
her. It wasn't the fact of her obviously being naked underneath that held his
interest. It was her face that he was looking at.
Judy felt a strange calm envelop her. She cast her gaze down. "Good morning,
Sir."
With a grin, Brian turned back to Brent. "When I first saw you with this girl .
. ."
"Judy," Brent added.
". . . I thought that . . . well, never mind. It's nice to see those chains put
to use again."
Judy looked up in shock, but neither man was watching her. She was up on a
horse, chained and naked, yet the two men were treating the scene as something
entirely normal. Brent asked Brian, "Is Kim around? I'd like Judy to meet her."
"Ahhh, well she sure is. She'll be in the kitchen. Go on over, and I'll meet you
at the barn."
Brian started up the tractor. He dropped the clutch and the machine lurched
forward. Brent gave his horse a nudge and got it moving. Judy's horse followed
along.
At the barn, it was Brian that helped a somewhat reluctant Judy down off her
horse. She froze when the blanket she was wearing fell open, but the sudden
flash of her nudity didn't seem to faze the man. She could have been fully
clothed underneath, for all the interest he showed. And when her feet were down
on the ground, Brian helped her to drape the wrap over her shoulders.
"You'll find Kim inside," Brian told Judy. "Just go right on in the back door
there," he said, pointing.
Judy looked to Brent. "Go ahead," he told her. "I'm just going to help Brian
with the horses."
She nodded, and then she remembered her manners. "Yes sir," she said. "Thank you
for letting me ride your horse, sir," she said to Brian. "We had a very lovely
morning."
Brian gave her a nod. "You're very welcome, darling."
Judy turned and started walking toward the farmhouse. She passed by a white
Ford. One of Brent's, she recognized, from seeing it parked beside the house
when they'd arrived. As she walked, the sun warmed earth felt good against her
bare feet. There seemed to be nothing unusual about the fact that she was
chained and naked, and she let the front of her blanket fall open so the sun
could warm her chest and her tummy. It really was a glorious day.
Several windows of the house were raised, and curtains fluttered gently in the
breeze. Anyone could be standing behind one of those curtains, she thought,
watching her shuffling in her chains across the yard. Judy reached the back
porch and the screen door. She couldn't see into the house, and so anyone could
be standing there too, watching her, studying her. They'd see that she wore no
clothes, and they'd see the chains and cuffs on her. Judy reached out and put
her hand on the door handle.
Should she knock, or call out? Brian did tell her to go on in. Judy pulled open
the door and the screech of the spring announced her arrival.
Judy called out, "Hello?" The sound of a lid being placed on a pot drew her
attention to her left, and she froze. Across the country kitchen, Kim turned
from the stove with what may have been a smile on her face. It was hard to tell
for sure though, because of the bit gag she wore in her mouth.
As Judy expected from her name, Kim had some Asian in her lineage. She stood
perhaps five foot two in bare feet, and had long, black hair, that fell straight
down to her waist. She looked to be around Judy's age, maybe a little older. The
bit in her mouth was black rubber, and it was attached to a miniature, human
size bridle, made with thin black leather straps and shiny metal rings and
rivets.
"Hello . . . Kim?" Judy said. The girl nodded, yes, then glanced out the
window. "My name's Judy. I came with Brent Hastings, from next door."
The two women stood facing each other in the sunlit room. A pot of what smelled
like soup gently bubbled on the stove. The gray slate tile floor felt smooth and
cool against Judy's feet. Kim's eyes lowered, and Judy realized she was looking
at the cuffs and chains she had on. Yet, seeing the bondage the girl was
wearing, Judy could hardly be embarrassed about hers.
Judy wasn't sure how she should react. She thought to herself, this has to be
the strangest situation that she'd ever been in. Kim turned to the counter and
placed her hand on a tea pot. She looked toward Judy and extended her hand, as
though offering her something.
"Tea?" Judy surmised. Perhaps something normal, like a nice cup of tea, would
make the situation a bit easier to take. "Yes, please. I'd love some," she
replied.
Kim filled a kettle from a jug, and placed it on the burner. She motioned to
Judy to sit, which she did. A few minutes later, Brian and Brent walked in. Judy
turned to look, and she had to suppress a giggle. Brian, true to country form,
had a stalk of grass in his mouth.
"Kim's being punished," Brian was saying, "for being a bit too mouthy to me this
morning. Though I'm starting to believe that she acts up because she likes it
when I have to correct her behavior."
Judy's eyes grew wide when Brian pulled out a ring of keys and went to Kim. When
he moved her hair from the back of her neck, she saw the small silver coloured
lock holding the bit and bridle around her head. Brian opened the lock, and
pulled the assembly from her face. Kim worked her jaw for a moment, then lifted
up on tip toe and kissed Brian on the cheek.
"Thank you, Master."
Could this be real, thought Judy? Do these people live as master and slave?
Kim then addressed Brent. "Would you stay for coffee, or tea, sir? I've some
fresh made biscuits here."
"Yes, thank you, Kim," Brent replied.
"Have you two had lunch?" Brian asked.
"We had a bit of a snack down by the lake," Brent replied. "You hungry, Jude?"
"Huh?" Judy felt like she was in a fog. "I, uh . . ."
This can't be happening, she thought to herself. She was watching Brian put
Kim's bit and bridle away on a peg inside one of the kitchen cupboards. Though
rather than the usual dishes or glasses inside this particular cupboard, there
were racks, and small shelves, that held chains, cuffs similar to the ones she
was wearing, and an assortment of other things too. Things that she'd really
rather not acknowledge being in there. Things like a red rubber coated paddle,
or a row of four or five phallus shaped plugs of various sizes.
Kim's lilting voice, speaking to her master, cut into Judy's thoughts. "The soup
is almost ready, Sir."
"Well there you have it," Brian exclaimed, closing the sex toy cupboard. "No
need to go away hungry now, is there?"
"Ok, thanks." Brent pulled out a chair beside Judy's and sat down. Brian sat
opposite to her. Judy became aware that the men's attentions were shifting
towards her.
Kim was moving around the kitchen with practiced ease, setting out cups, and
sugar, milk, on the table. She wore nothing, not even a ring on a finger, yet
her nudity seemed simply natural to her. Judy shifted her blanket wrap slightly,
hiding herself in its security. Could she ever feel as free as Kim does?
"You needn't feel any embarrassment here, Judy."
Brent spoke softly to Judy. She thought, how does he do that? How does he seem
to know what I'm thinking all the time? But then she remembered pulling her
blanket closer around her. That would have been a good clue as to how
uncomfortable she was feeling, sitting naked and chained up in these people's
kitchen.
"Judy?" It was Brian speaking to her this time. "These things we do, Kim and I,
they're not so unusual, you know. Brent and I are involved with a rather large
group of like-minded folks, who like to do the same kinds of things that you
enjoy. We all try to meet up once a year for a weekend of fun and games."
"That's right," Brent told her. "Next time we get together you should try to
come along. Perhaps in a large group of people dressed, or undressed, the same
way, you'd feel more at ease."
"Well," Judy began, "I'd like to be less self conscious about doing these
things, but I can't help feeling that it's all so weird. It's like," Judy began
feeling silly just talking about her old fears, "everyone who sees me like
this," she rattled a chain for emphasis, "is secretly laughing at me."
Kim came to the table with two pots. She set the tea pot down close to Judy,
then she poured coffees for the men. She sat down next to Judy. Kim took one of
Judy's hands in hers, and she spoke directly to her.
"I used to feel funny doing these things too, once. But I overcame my fear of
being ridiculed." Kim touched the cuff on Judy's wrist, turning it around on her
wrist as she spoke. "You have to embrace that which gives you pleasure, Judy.
That doesn't have to mean you should flaunt it in people's faces, though. There
is a time and a place for everything. But you need to be Ok with who you are,
and with what you like to do. You have to be true, first, to your own feelings."
Brent asked, "Judy. Down at the lake this morning, on a scale of one to ten, how
happy were you? How at peace were you, with your chains, with being naked?"
Judy thought for just a moment. While there'd been times she thought someone
would stumble by and see her, on the whole, it had been pretty much one of the
most awesome experiences of her life.
"A nine," she told Brent, and then paused. "A ten," she added, looking down.
Kim poured a cup of tea for Judy, and one for herself. "I feel like that most of
the time," she said. "Brian has allowed me to share his farm, and it's a place
that I can do the things I like, and feel safe and comfortable in."
"People have seen Kim," added Brian, "out in the fields naked. Chained,
sometimes. Some might find it strange, and some might just find it funny. But
it's a fact that most people don't really care what other people do for fun. So
long as you're not hurting someone, or bothering people, people will generally
let you alone and not interfere."
Judy looked at Kim, who was sitting casually, sipping her tea. She gave Judy a
warm smile. Judy began to feel silly with the blanket wrapped around her. What
was she trying to hide underneath it? She wasn't ashamed of her body. She always
tried to keep herself looking good. Was it the cuffs and chains she was locked
into? They were Brent's chains after all, and things like that certainly seemed
quite normal to Brian and Kim. Judy sat back in her chair, letting the blanket
fall open. With a shrug of her shoulders, it slipped off her and dropped to the
back of the chair. She looked up to see three friendly faces grinning
encouragingly at her.
"Let's eat," said Brian, standing.
Brian and Kim served up a hearty country lunch of chicken and barley soup, with
hot biscuits and cream cheese. There was some light conversation about things in
general, and as time passed, Judy began to feel more and more comfortable.
However, sitting with a group of accepting friends was one thing. Having some
strangers see her the way she was would be something else.
The two men were looking through the fridge, searching for ingredients for
Brent's chicken dish that had been promised to Judy to get her to come up.
"You know," offered Brian, "you could drive into town with Judy and get her to
wait in the car while you shop. That might be an interesting little adventure
for her."
"Say, that's not a bad idea." Brent turned to Judy. "You up for a drive into
town? I want to get some fresh chicken for dinner, and I think I'm out of olive
oil too."
"I guess," Judy replied. "Sure."
"All you'd have to do is wait in the car while I run into the food store," Brent
told her. "I shouldn't be more than fifteen minutes or so."
Now why will I have to wait in the car, wondered Judy? Then the answer hit her.
"I'm guessing," Judy ventured, "that we're not stopping back at your place to
unlock these chains, or to let me get some clothes."
"Something like that, yeah."
Judy sighed. She was all ready with all the reasons why she didn't want this
trip to town, risking possible exposure to strangers, but she stopped herself.
She'd played it safe and comfortable all her life, and where had it gotten her?
A few adventures that could have been really great, if she hadn't been so
paranoid over being caught by someone doing them? Perhaps it was finally time to
throw caution to the wind and just go for it.
"All right," Judy stated, trying hard to convince herself that it really would
be all right.
Brent, and Kim, were all smiles, as Judy helped Kim clean up the lunch dishes.
On the way to the front door, Brent invited Brian and Kim to supper that
evening.
Outside, Judy looked for storm clouds that might foretell disaster for this
little adventure, but the skies had remained sunny and bright. She tried willing
herself to believe that her trip to town would be just another normal thing to
do.
"Come around seven," Brent told Brian and Kim, as he opened the car door for
Judy. Judy climbed in and arranged the blanket to cover herself as best she
could. Brent closed her door, then went around to the other side and got in.
Judy looked back through the back window as they drove away. Brian and Kim stood
in front of the front porch, waving at them. The scene looked like it could have
been from some famous painting, except for the fact of Kim's nudity. Judy turned
back to face front with a small grin on her face.
They drove for about twenty minutes along a straight country road. Occasionally
a car would approach and pass them, and each time Judy would feel a tinge of
embarrassment over her situation, even though no one could really see into the
car at the speed they were going. That, she thought, would surely change when
they got into town.
Signs of population became more frequent, and then the road dipped into a small
valley. The town lay spread out before them. Brent was forced to slow to
practically a crawl, as Saturday afternoon cottagers jammed the town's main
street. Cars seemed to be going every which way, and the sidewalks were crowded
with folks out for a stroll, or picking up last minute weekend supplies. Up
ahead, a car was pulling out from the curb, opening up a parking spot. Brent
pulled in. Then he turned to Judy.
"Why don't you wait in the car, while I go pick up what I need?" he said to her
with a grin.
"Ha, ha," she answered back. She noticed Brent's face fall a bit at her remark,
but he could hardly fault her for feeling extremely nervous over the position
she was in. Still, she did lower her head in an attempt to make the best of
things. "Hurry back, Master," she whispered.
A grin came to Brent's lips, and he knew that Judy would be all right. He
elected to sit with her for a moment longer to be sure.
"Take a look at the people around us, Judy," he told her.
Judy looked to her right. The people passing Brent's car, just inches from where
she was seated, hardly glanced at the car, or at her. The shop windows, or the
hustle-bustle of the busy town road, held more interest than one occupant of one
car would. To her right, the drivers of the cars that passed them, only glanced
at Brent and his car to see if a parking spot was about to open up. Nobody once
looked directly at Judy. And even if someone did, she realized, all they'd see
was someone waiting in a car, wearing what could pass for a loose blouse or
dress.
"Relax," Brent told her, giving her thigh a squeeze. "I won't be long."
Brent looked back, then opened his door. Slipping out of the car, he crossed
behind it, walking toward the food store a half a block behind them. Judy
watched him in the rear view mirror until he became lost in the crowd. She took
a deep breath to try and calm herself, and she waited.
It started to get hot in the car, with the air conditioning off. Judy could open
a window, but they were operated electrically. Although Brent had left the key
in the ignition, she'd have to reach over the center console to turn it. Looking
down, she brought one hand out from under her blanket.
The black leather cuff around her wrist looked a lot like those you could buy in
any fashion store. If she kept the lock and chain underneath her arm, the
leather cuff would appear to be simply a form of jewelry. Judy held the chain
tight with her other hand, so it would lay flat against the underside of her
arm, and slowly, she reached for the ignition key.
Her blanket started to slip off from her shoulder. Judy had to make a grab for
it before it fell off, exposing her side, and maybe a breast, to the public. A
flash of bright steel caught her eye as the chain linking her hands came into
view, and she grabbed the edge of her blanket to cover herself. Judy could feel
her face burning as her panic rose, and she nervously looked all around her.
People on the street continued to pass by the car, and not one person was paying
any attention to her, or her predicament.
A trickle of sweat rolled down her back, as Judy stopped to think. Yes, she was
sitting naked and in chains, but with all the people around her, no one
suspected what her true situation was. Not only that, but as Brent, and even as
Steve had said to her, time and time again, nobody really cared. People have
their own lives to live. Besides, if anyone doesn't like what somebody is doing,
they simply shouldn't look.
Judy decided to set herself the task of getting a window open a little. Holding
on to the edge of her blanket, and to the chain linking her wrists together, she
leaned over the car's center console, reaching for the ignition key. She glanced
down when her fingers touched the key, to make sure she was still covered. Then
she turned the key on. The ding of the seatbelt reminder sounded. Judy leaned
back, pressed the window button on her door, and the window began to roll down.
Nice and calm, Judy thought to herself. No, there's nothing unusual going on in
this car for anyone to get alarmed over. She released the button when the window
was about half way down. Refreshingly fresh air billowed into the car. Judy
instantly felt better, and not just for the welcome coolness, but for completing
her task without drawing the suspicions of anyone nearby. She carefully reached
for the key again, and switched it back to the off position.
Now, with the window beside her open, the people passing by seemed that much
closer. Still though, nobody was looking inside the car, and so Judy decided to
up the stakes a little. She left her hands out on top of the blanket, with both
black cuffs around her wrists exposed.
Though she was careful to hide the locks and chain under her arms, this small
act of rebellion, showing off the cuffs on her wrists, made Judy feel good about
herself. Going against societies dictates in private was one thing, but
flaunting it in public was another. That was something that Judy felt she was
going to have to start getting use to doing. However Judy wasn't quite prepared
for what was about to happen.
It was one of those things that you talk about with a grin, years later. Though
when it happened, Judy had just wished that the ground would have opened up and
swallowed her.
Judy was smiling to herself, toying with the cuff on her wrist, when a car horn
sounded at the intersection ahead. Looking up, quick movement on the sidewalk
caught her eye. Judy saw a small, brown dog, making its way through the crowds
along the sidewalk. The animal looked lost, and it seemed to be searching for
its owner. It must have run out onto the road up ahead, thought Judy.
The dog stopped just ahead of where they'd parked. Something across the road
seemed to have captured its interest, and Judy looked, following the dog's
stare. A woman and a young boy seemed to be searching for something. Maybe the
dog belonged to them?
For Judy, it was one of those moments when things get all quiet and time seems
to slow down. The little brown dog ran right out between the parked cars and
onto the busy road. Horns began to blare, and tires started to screech. A car
coming in the opposite direction swerved to miss the animal, but then couldn't
stop in time. The car crossed the center of the road, and right into the path of
an oncoming car. Although neither car was traveling fast, the impact drove the
fronts of both cars into the side of Brent's.
Judy saw the driver's door of Brent's car buckle inwards, and a second later she
was showered with bits of glass as the window exploded. Instinctively, she
brought her hands up to protect her eyes and to brush the glass from her face
and hair. Someone was screaming, and everyone around had stopped to look. People
were getting out of cars, and people were coming over to the accident scene with
offers to help. Across the road, a boy was clutching a brown dog tightly while
the animal was wagging his tail and licking the boy's face.
Someone pulled open the car door beside Judy. A man leaned in close to her, and
asked her if she was all right. Judy opened her eyes and looked at the man. He
had his hand extended toward her as if to help her from the car and, somewhat
stunned by what had just happened, she took it. It was then that she saw the
cuffs and chain on her wrists, and she remembered that she was naked under her
blanket. And chained. And now she was surrounded by perhaps thirty curious
people, all wanting to get a good look at her. Judy did the only thing she could
do under those kinds of circumstances. She closed her eyes, she slumped back in
her seat, and she fainted dead away.
Fortunately, Brent arrived on the scene just then. He'd seen the commotion
around his car and had come on the run. He brushed aside the stunned fellow that
was trying to help Judy from the car.
"What the hell happened here!" Brent bellowed.
Brent knew that most people don't want to deal with someone who's obviously
angry. As he hoped, all attention was drawn from Judy, to him.
Brent leaned into his car to check Judy. She seemed to be uninjured, except for
a few tiny scrapes on her arms and legs due to flying glass. As he arranged her
blanket to cover her, she opened her eyes.
"Judy?" Brent asked. Judy began looking around her and Brent saw she was
starting to get panicky. "Judy, you're all right. Ok? Now I want you to just sit
tight, and I'll straighten out this mess. Understand me?"
"There was a little dog," she began. "He ran right out . . . ."
"Judy," Brent told her, "calm down. Everything's going to be Ok."
Brent stood up and closed the car door. A police car was pulling up behind one
of the cars that had nosed into his, and Brent walked toward it. Other people
also began to gather around the police officer, who'd gotten out of his car and
was trying to direct traffic around the accident scene.
Judy went from being the center of attention, to simply a hapless victim of a
traffic mishap who was sitting, covered with a blanket, waiting for things to
get sorted out. One of the other cars couldn't be driven and had to be towed
out. Although Brent's door was badly damaged, his car was still drivable. So in
the interests of getting traffic moving again, the policeman, after getting
information from all concerned parties, asked Brent to get his car out of there.
Brent took Judy back to his place.
Kim and Brian had a good laugh, when they heard the story over dinner that
evening. Brian also had a tale or two to tell about bondage games that had
somehow gone wrong. Nevertheless, he said, "You have to believe that things will
always work out all right in the end. You'll miss out on a lot of fun, if you're
too afraid to take a chance once in a while."
Judy did have to admit that things had worked out well that afternoon. Several
people had seen that she'd been, not only nude under that blanket, but locked up
in cuffs and chains as well. Yet nobody laughed at her, or told the policeman
that she was naked and doing 'weird' stuff.
Judy listened to the rhythmic clinking of her ankle chain as she walked,
carrying a tray of coffee things to the dinner table. She'd seen the looks of
shock, and the grins, too, on the faces of the people that had seen her that
afternoon. But apart from that, no one had made any disparaging comments about
her being naked or chained.
She set the tray down on Brent's table. Kim, nude also, as well as wearing
restraints similar to the ones she had on, was smiling at her. Maybe, Judy
thought, these ideas about bondage, and being someone's sex slave, aren't so far
fetched after all.
= End of story: Time After Time = (C) dino dino@canoemail.com
