The long Journey: Chapter 2

First I thought I’d made a big mistake. As I sat on the living room floor, back to the wall listening to the background music and taking everyone in I realised there was no one who appealed to me and no one seemed to be interested in me either. One guy droned on. Oh dear, and impossible to get back into town to a club at that time of night. I finished my second can just as a late-comer arrived. He was short, broad shouldered and dressed neatly in expensive leather. Now, I thought, I wouldn’t say no to that.

It turned out there was a room kitted out with all sorts of implements that our host was trying to sell – the real purpose of the party. Equally bored, my name-sake suggested we try some of the gear. There was a chain hanging from the middle of the ceiling to which was attached a hood with a collar and wrist restraints. “Let me put you into that.” I agreed and soon found myself restrained, blindfolded and hooded in the middle of the room while my clothes were taken off and my body was slapped and tweaked in a very pleasurable way. Eventually the chain was unclipped and I was laid out on my back, wrists still clipped to the hood and the slapping and tweaking continued. When eventually the blindfold came off I found the attention was coming from the neat broad shouldered guy. He unclipped me and I thanked him before he went off to explore elsewhere. The rest of the evening passed off uneventfully but when it finished I realised I was stranded. Our host offered anyone who could not get home to be locked in his cage overnight but he did so reluctantly. Then the neat guy offered me a lift into central London from where I could get a bus and I jumped at the offer. It got better as he drove. “You can stay over in my bed if you prefer but only with your hands tied behind your back and I should warn you I have to get up early for work.’ That was a no brainer and things went on in the bed even though we were both exhausted. I was dropped off near my home the following morning and I had his card in my pocket.

When I rang to thank him that evening he invited me out one evening the following week; I was to report to his place at 7.00 pm sharp. Needless to say, I arrived in the street nearby at least half an hour early, in my gear, and walked around to kill time and arrive punctually. I was to do that on several further occasions. After a night out at the clubs, me obeying every order to the letter, we would have breakfast together. As the light reflected off his green eyes I realised I was bowled over by him. When out with him I was emboldened to do whatever he instructed without fear, whatever the risk. Ordinarily I would have baulked at stripping off to a collar and boots in a club but when instructed by him I did it gladly, going up to buy drinks at the bar with his wallet when instructed, fearful only that I might return with the wrong order. I remember on one occasion he took me into a cubicle to watch him piss; it was as much as I could no not to stick my head under the flowing stream and he sensed that.