“No! They said that was bad,” said Mandy.
“What? That can’t be right,” I responded. “I’ve seen tons of videos coming out of China. They’re all wearing masks. They do it every year during flu season.”
“Well, that’s what the news is saying here,” countered Mandy. “I don’t know. I think no one knows what they’re doing with this virus. Just be happy you’re trapped in some hunk’s mansion, even if he won’t fuck you, yet.”
“I tried a bunch of things, but it’s not working,” I said despondently. “What’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing. He’s the messed up one that likes to tie up girls,” she pointed out. “Maybe that’s what you should do! Tie yourself up!”
“Really? That sounds more like I’d be insulting his hobby,” I countered.
“Maybe or maybe he’d find it endearing.”
“I’ve still got outfits.”
“Why did you bring so many outfits to his place?” she asked.
“I panicked when I was packing,” I admitted. “I just threw a bunch of things in my bag. You know, in case we went out or something.”
“Sandra! There’s a pandemic! You can’t go out!”
“I didn’t know that at the beginning,” I said in my defense. “Who knew that all the bars would be closed. I think that’s a mistake, by the way, people need their booze, especially during times like this.”
“There’s an idea! Get him drunk!” Bella suggested.
“A sound idea, but first I have to get him talking to me again,” I noted. “The word exchange has really gone downhill. Maybe I insulted him.”
“Wear him down. Stick with the plan,” insisted my roommate.
The next day, I wore just an insanely tight pair of shorts and a bikini top. Then I decided that was too far since we might be having a Zoom meeting later. Instead, I put on one of my designer dresses. It was a beige thing with ruffles. That, along with jewelry and makeup, made me look like I was going to the opera or a fancy dinner. Maybe this would give him the hint. I didn’t want to have sex in the dress and ruin it, but it would be worth it if it broke the ice with Jack again.
But looking in the mirror, I decided that the entire enterprise was just silly. I should just sit Jack down and talk with him. Maybe if I put all my cards on the table, he’d do the same thing, and we could come to an understanding. I went up to his bedroom and knocked.
No answer. Putting my ear to the door, I could hear Jack say my name. I thought it was odd because it didn’t sound like he was calling for me. It just sounded like he was saying my name. Plus, it seemed far away. I opened the door, but he wasn’t in his bedroom. I heard my name again and walked in. Part of the room looked a little odd to me.
When I walked over, I realized that there was a secret passage in the house, and the secret door was left ajar. I heard Jack repeat my name, only it sounded a little louder. He was clearly somewhere in the secret passage. I crept inside.
Pushing through a curtain, I emerged in a room with dark walls, a few lights, and no windows. Various straps and handcuffs were hanging on the wall as well as a large “X” with restraints. This was some kind of BSDM dungeon, and Jack was sitting in the middle of it.
Wearing his silk robe, Jack was stroking himself in a sitting position. He was saying my name over and over. Turning, our eyes met. I was a little shocked at Jack and at myself for violating his privacy. However, he kept staring at me and stroking himself. I didn’t know what to do.
As I stood there like a deer frozen in the headlights, he moaned my name a few times and then came. I didn’t know what to make of it all. I rushed out of the room, got to the guestroom, and locked myself inside. Should I leave? Would he pretend it didn’t happen? I honestly didn’t know.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, but I was too afraid to open it.
“Sandra?” asked Jack. “I’m sorry, did I freak you out?”
“A little,” I answered. “I’m the one that should apologize. I shouldn’t have invaded your privacy.”
“You were just curious, but don’t let my fetish turn you away from exploring your own sexuality,” he said. “There are lots of phases to discover.”
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“Exploring your sexuality can be an overwhelming experience,” he said. “But I would like to explore that with you. If you come to my playroom after dinner tomorrow, I will show you.”
“Really? Aren’t you worried about my cousins?”
“Honestly, you’ve been driving me crazy with your outfits,” he admitted. “I know I pretended not to notice, but believe me, I did. You…you’re all I think about.”