She woke up at about 10:00 a.m.. “Wha- what’s going on?!?! HELP!!!! SOMEONE HELP ME!!!!!”, she screamed. “Whoa, take it easy. You’re okay. Nobody’s gonna hurt you.”, I said calmly. “Who are you? Why did am I blindfolded? Am I in a straitjacket? Is this a hospital? Who are you, a doctor?”, she asked, still quite shaken up. “No Jenny; I’m not a doctor”, I replied. “Then who are you? Some kind of sicko?”, she asked angrily. “No, Jenny. Let me explain: We met at Delirium last night. We talked for a while and you asked me to bring you to my place. When you got here, you panicked. You started screaming about something under your skin and you were clawing at your own arms. That’s why I had to tie you up; so that you won’t hurt yourself. The blindfold is to keep you from experiencing more hallucinations. I believe someone slipped something into your drink or something; you didn’t even have that many drinks”, I told her.
She calmed down a little. “No, nobody slipped anything into my drink.”, she confessed. When I was in the bathroom, I was offered a sample of a new type of drug. I can’t quite remember the name, but I don’t remember anything after taking it.”, she said.
“Well, I’m no expert, but in case it’s still possible that you may keep experiencing some hallucinations”, I said. “You mean you’re gonna keep me tied up like this?”, she asked. “At least until it’s safe to let you go. But don’t worry: I’ll take care of your every need, and I promise I won’t do anything inappropriate to you”, I said. Reluctantly, she accepted her predicament. “You must be hungry, would you like some breakfast?”, I asked her.
I made her an omelet and served her a glass of orange juice. I brought her breakfast to the bed. “How do I know you didn’t put something in that omelet?”, she asked. “There’s nothing but eggs, onions and a little bell pepper. Here, I’ll grab a bite if you don’t believe me”, I said. “No, no, I believe you… but I’m allergic to bell pepper”, she said. Damn! I could’ve poisoned her or something! “Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I’ll just make you another one, I’ll eat this one later”, I said. “Actually… is it okay if I ask you for something else?”, she asked. “Hey, this is not a hotel, but I’ll try to make it feel like one if it makes you feel better”, I said. “Could you, perhaps… make me some… pancakes?”, she asked. “Sure! How many? Would you like some toppings on your pancakes?”, I asked. “Yeah, three pancakes with chocolate chips and maple syrup”, she said. “Very well; chocolate chip pancakes coming right up!”, I said trying my best to sound jolly and hospitable.
I left her with some music to help her relax: Vivaldi’s Spring. I went down to the kitchen and put the omelet in a tupperware container. I made the pancakes like I was developing the cure for cancer; I took the utmost care to make sure they were the right consistency and made sure the chocolate-chips were not too little nor too much; just about right. I wanted to make a good second impression.
When I was finished, I brought her breakfast back up to the bed. “Chocolate chip pancakes, madam!”, I said with an English accent. She didn’t even grin. I just helped her sit up, put the tray on her lap and started cutting the pancakes and feeding her. “Wow, those pancakes are actually quite tasty!”, she said, slightly impressed. I wanted to chat to ease up the tension, but she just wanted to eat. The poor girl must’ve been starving.
At about 3:00 I decided to undo her blindfold. “If something happens, I’ll just put it back on”, I told her. “And the straitjacket? When will you take it off?”, she asked. “If you’re more relaxed in the coming hours, I’ll let you out. But I’ll loosen the straps a bit so you won’t be so uncomfortable.”, I said. “For now: Would you like to watch a movie? I’ll make popcorn if you want. I could also order something to eat. Would you like that?”, I asked her.
“… ok, fine”, she said cuttingly. “But first, loosen the straps”, she demanded. I loosened the strap that held back her arms and rubbed her shoulders and elbows. “Oh, that actually feels rather nice”, she said. She was still reluctant to even hint at a smile, but I didn’t want to push her. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”, I asked. “Would you massage my legs and feet? They’re sore.”, she said.
I set myself at the foot of the bed. ”No funny business, hot shot!”, she said. I removed the sheets and saw her naked legs. They were beautiful: Unscarred, strong, clean and shaven. As not to seem like a creep, I tried not to look at the crotch strap. I started at her small, cute and soft feet.
I rubbed her feet with purpose and determination. I massaged the soles with my thumbs, squeezing them lightly while circling with my thumbs. Then I rubbed my hands up and down her soles. “Mmmmmm”, she moaned softly. I thought nothing of it; she made it clear: No funny business. She closed her eyes as I started working my way to her calves.
I just rubbed them slightly and squeezed them gently as well. I looked up at her; her eyes were closed, her breathing was slow. The slight frown that glared at me earlier had faded away. I kept rubbing and working my way up to her thighs. “Oh, that’s good!”, she whispered. The feeling of her soft skin under my hands and her approving whisper sparked a lustful feeling in me.
As I approached her thighs, I looked up at her again. Her eyes were closed, her lips curled into a subtle smile. What happened to Miss No-Funny-Business? Was this really happening? Was this an invitation? Was she giving me consent? Then I looked down at her crotch strap. Her hips were slightly swaying forward. Her black panties were inviting me to explore their hidden desire, and my hands were not willing to miss out on that party. I lifted my right hand from her thigh and slowly hovered towards her restrained vagina…
NO!!! This is not right. I said I was going to take care of her, and I was not going to falter now. I stood back quickly. “Need anything else?”, I asked her. She opened her eyes and stood up. “Well… I would like… some food”, she said, slightly confused. “Are you okay?”, she asked me. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. I’ll… I’ll order some pizza. Do you like pepperoni?”, I asked her. “Yeah, pepperoni’s good”, she said. “Oh, could you get me some water?”, she asked. “Right on it!”, I said, and I quickly walked out of the room towards the kitchen.
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