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As I closed the front door, shutting out the rest of the world, the silence became absolute, broken only by my soft footfalls and the suddenly loud thump thump thump of my heart. I looked around the empty living room nervously, wondering where he was, my eyes drawn towards the hallway and, beyond that, the door to the basement where Craig most likely waited, his presence drawing me like a moth to flame. Ours was a strange relationship, dangerous even, maybe even unhealthy. For one thing, love had nothing to do with it. It was all about need or, more accurately, obsession. Mine, obviously. Perhaps his too. I tried not to think about that too much. After all, at this point, it wouldn’t make any difference. As I passed through the living room, the simple pink cotton briefs he’d told me to wear wet with anticipation, I told myself to turn around and go home and forget about the last few months. It would be the smart thing to do and yet, I knew I wouldn’t. The hooks had been set to deep, and not by Craig, although he was a part of it. Ever since he’d introduced me to that cage this night had become inevitable. Now, it was too late for me to turn back. Like an addict, I needed the fix he offered. It was no longer a simple thing of steel. It had become so much more. For me, there was no turning back. We’d met at a party shortly after my after my second semester started, something he’d had to remind me of later, realizing I only vaguely remembered him. He’d even had to correct me when I’d called him Greg. The second time we’d met was on the way back to my dorm one night after yet another party, one that I’d left early. He insisted he walk me home, something I wasn’t ungrateful for. He was older, I’d guess in his late 30’s. He told me he’d already earned his masters, and had simply wished to take a few courses for his own edification. “It’s Craig, not Greg, Shelly.” “Michelle.” I’d told him, automatically correcting him. Only my dad could get away with calling me Shelly these days. Like my childhood, it was a something I’d left behind when I’d moved from the sleepy little town of Florence to the comparatively bustling streets of Portland, Oregon. “I like Shelly better. It’s more… innocent, I think, a reminder that inside the woman, there is still a little girl. I like believing that there is still something pure within you, something that hasn’t yet been defiled.” My first reaction was to tell him to fuck off. Obviously, he was a pervert, a creep, even worse. And yet, there was a certain charm, one I hadn’t recalled from the party and it intrigued me enough to still my tongue. I also blame the fact that I’d downed a couple of beers before deciding to go home. “Why, are you supposed to be a knight in shining armor out to save me from being led astray in the big city?” I remember his laughter, more like a chuckle, and how it sent shivers up and down my spine not unlike the ones I was experiencing now. “Perhaps I just want to be the one who defiles you, Shelly. I have something I’d like to show you. Are you free next Friday?” God help me, like a fool, I said yes. It had been one of the strangest dates I’d ever been on, not that I’d been on many. He’d been a perfect gentleman, opening doors, pulling out my chair at dinner, attentive and charming at all times and yet, there was something dangerous about him. Perhaps it was the intense way he’d look at me, his gaze hungry, that left me with an uneasy feeling. I should confess that it made me feel something else too; the stirrings of desire. Nor did his questions help. We talked of many things, that night. Movies, music, art, literature, but each time he seemed to guide the conversation into the erotic. Perhaps not overtly, but each time, the tension became heightened until finally, blushing furiously, I confronted him. “Are you trying to seduce me?” I asked, pushing the remains of my half eaten dessert to one side. “Of course.” He answered, a clever smile upon his not unhandsome face. “I’d hoped that was obvious. “I’m don’t make a habit of sleeping with guys on a first date.” I told him with a shrug. The truth of the matter was, I’d hadn’t made a habit of sleeping them at all. At 18 I was still a virgin. It wasn’t that I was a prude, only that I’d yet to meet someone who seemed worth all the trauma that I knew went along with relationships or, for that matter, seemed worth waking up next to the next morning, the phrase what was I thinking! filling my head like bad dialogue from a romantic comedy. “You misunderstand almanbahis şikayet me, Shelly.” “Michelle.” My response was automatic. He ignored it and reached across the table, caressing the back of my hand, making my pulse race. I did my best to hide it, but I could tell by the look in his eyes that he knew the effect he was having on me. “Tonight, I simply wish to spend the evening getting to know each other. If you’d like, I’ll be happy to take you home. Only, I ask you one favor first.” I waited, one brow curiously raised, realizing too late that I was wetting the surface of my parted lips with the tip of my tongue, a gesture that he’d probably interpret as suggestive. Perhaps it was. I pressed my lips together, hoping he’d at least pretend it had never happened, watching the shape of his mouth as he spoke, wondering what it would be like to be kissed by him. “I’d like to show you something. And then, if you decide you never want to see me again, I’ll simply take you home and that will be that.” “I guess.” I said, shoulders lifting slightly in a shrug, wondering what harm could come from his request. If I’d only known then what I know now. “Good girl. I’ll get our coats and we can be on our way. My place isn’t far from the dorms. Don’t worry,” he added, noting my suspicious glance and the way my lips curved downward into a frown. “If you’d prefer, you don’t even have to come in. You can simply stand in the doorway. It won’t take long and, afterwards, I’ll deliver you safe and sound to your dorm.” I looked into his eyes, gauging his expression. Despite the skirting around the subject of sex all night, he’d been the perfect gentleman. What’s more, I had decided early on that I liked him. Granting him a small amount of trust wasn’t so difficult. So I agreed and he, true to his word, drove me to his home and let me stand in the open doorway while cars passed up and down the busy street. “This will just take a moment, Shelly.” He promised, disappearing around the corner, into the hall. Moments later he was pulling what appeared to be a large box covered with a navy blue sheet, sliding it out into the center of the living room. He stood, taking a moment to capture my gaze as he brushed back his hair before revealing his ‘surprise’. I’m not sure if I made a sound or not. I do remember that I felt the soft shock of surprise when the box turned out to be a cage. It looked brand new, shiny steel bars, spaced about 6 inches apart, reflecting light from the lamp. Rectangular in shape, one end was, obviously, a hinged door with two small metal rings welded into place between the bars about half way up, a pair of similar circles at the rear, closer to the base. The floor was solid, covered by a thin black pad. It stood upon six legs, about half a foot off the floor, three along each side. “What is it?” I asked, unsure if I wanted to hear the answer, seeing as how my imagination was already at work on it. “I suppose you’d call it a bondage cage, Shelly.” “And… you wanted to show me this, why?” “I wanted to see your reaction.” “I see. Take me home.” I demanded and, true to his word, he did. “Think about what I showed you, Shelly. Give me a call.” He said in parting, holding open the door to my dorm for me. He didn’t even ask for a good night kiss, not that I’d have given him one. He simply gave me an enigmatic smile and left me to my thoughts as I climbed the stairs, letting myself into my room. “How was your date?” My roomie Megan asked, looking up from her text book as I sat on my bed, pulling off my shoes.”Interesting.” “Interesting good, or interesting bad?” “I’m not sure yet.” I replied, flopping back on my mattress, my eyes closed as I pictured the cage, my brow wrinkling in distaste. What had he expected? Why had he simply shown it too me and then taken me home? Was it some sort of test? A practical joke? Was it his way of blowing off someone he’d no interest in seeing again? I let the questions stew in my head long after Megan had turned off the lights and gone to bed. Long into the night, in fact, until finally, I slipped into slumbers. The next day, I went about the business of being a student, doing my best to put the image of the steel cage from my mind. Quite unsuccessfully, I might add. By late afternoon, I’d not only given up, but I found myself punching Craig’s number on my phone, counting the rings, hoping he wouldn’t pick up. He waited until the fifth ring, catching me off guard just as I was about to hang up on him. “Um… Hi…” I almanbahis canlı casino managed, wincing at how I must have sounded. “I knew you’d call, Shelly.” Craig said, recognizing my voice immediately. Smug bastard, I thought. And yet, I didn’t hang up as the silence stretched between us on the phone line until I couldn’t take it anymore. “It’s Michelle. Anyway, I thought we could, you know, get together again.” “How does tonight sound?” “Tonight? I…” “My place, at 6. I like girls in dresses. Or skirts. Something feminine, anyway. Would that be asking too much?” “I… guess not.” I replied, off balance, still wondering why I’d called him in the first place. Now, I was regretting it and yet, I here I was mentally going through my wardrobe, wondering what I’d had to wear. “Oh, and Shelly?” “Yes?” I hated that I sounded breathless when I answered, my voice trembling slightly. Fleetingly, I thought about correcting him again but I couldn’t seem to find my voice. “Be on time. I hate tardiness.” With that, he hung up, leaving me to wrangle with my good senses, already knowing the outcome. After all, I’d been thinking about that damn cage all week. I’d even had dreams about it. Fortunately, Megan was out for the afternoon. After all, I didn’t want to explain compelled to her where I was going, or why I’d chosen to dress up a bit. And dress up I did, recalling our conversations, how he’s complimented my lack of make-up, his comments on purity and innocence, his mention of what he liked girls to wear. I chose accordingly, hoping to please him, trying not to think about why I was doing this. Before leaving, I critically examined my reflection in the full length mirror on my closet door. I was pretty enough. Blonde, blue-eyed, a light spray of freckles across the bridge of my nose. The perfect girl next door, I’d been told, perhaps a little on the slender side, making me look a year or two younger then I truly was. The weather had been taken a pleasant turn, and the modest beige skirt coupled with a sleeveless tea green top seemed natural enough, as did the sandals I’d chosen. I’d decided to give my eyes a rest, having been studying hard all week, so I had on my glasses, giving me a slightly nerdy look. Hopefully, Craig would find that alluring. I double-checked my bag, making sure I had my keys, wallet, and cell phone with me before leaving, penning a note to Megan that I might be out late. The day’s warmth still lingered, and his house wasn’t far from campus, so I walked, arriving a few moments before six, my finger trembling as I rang the doorbell, licking my lips as I waited for him to answer. I should probably mention that he was pleasant looking, although not the kind of guy you’d be whispering about in the other room with your girlfriends. Average in height, with dark hair and dark eyes, a charming smile, in reasonably good shape. And yet, he had a magnetism to him, something I hadn’t noticed the first time we’d met. Something in him kept drawing my thoughts. And every time I’d thought of him, the image of the cage slipped into my head as well. “On time. Good girl.” He said, ushering me into his living room. I replied with a shy smile, my gaze sweeping the room. There was no sign of the steel contraption he’d shown me last time. I wasn’t sure if it was relief or disappointment that made me sigh. Perhaps a little of both. “Would you care for a drink?” I shook my head, then changed my mind. I could feel the tension in the air, the tension in my body. I forced myself to smile, nodding this time. “Sure, I guess so.” He motioned me towards the couch and I waited until he returned with a glass of white wine. Nothing too strong, for which I was thankful for. Just enough to take the edge off while we made small talk, something I’d never been particularly good at, and tonight was no exception. After all, it was hard to talk about inconsequential things when my thoughts kept turning to our last date. Craig noticed, of course, often teasing me about it, asking me what was on my mind. Each time, my cheeks grew hot and I found myself unable to give him a straight answer. Finally, he took my now empty glass from me and set it aside and took my hands gently in his. “It’s in my office. If you’d like, I can show it to you.” “I don’t… I mean, I…” “Shelly? Don’t lie to me. I can see it in your eyes. Come with me. What harm is there in a quick look? Maybe you just need to get it our of your system.” “I… guess.” I answered uneasily, my heart skipping as he helped almanbahis casino me to stand, then led me down the hall, each step taking me farther from the world that I knew, that I was comfortable with, leading me closer and closer to the unknown. I wondered if it was too late to stop, even tried to open my mouth to say the words, but nothing came out. And then, too soon, we were standing in the doorway. It was just as I’d remembered it, sitting ominously in the middle of the room, the light kissing the polished steel. I stood there, drinking it in silently, wondering what it would feel like to be inside of it. Why, I have no idea. I’d never had any inclination to try anything even remotely kinky in my life. My fantasies were probably, compared to most girls my age, pretty boring. The typical romantic fluff with certain celebrities or guys from my classes that I thought were hot. And all unfulfilled. The farthest I’d ever let anyone get with me was the proverbial second base. “If you’d like, I’ll show you how it works, Shelly.” I glanced at him, thinking how normal the question sounded, like he was discussing his new ipad or some other gadget, something that any ordinary person might have in their office. Not trusting my voice, I simply nodded, managing not to flinch as his hip brushed against mine, my gaze frozen as he showed off his prized possession. Not a word was spoken, making the scene slightly surreal, the sound of my rapid breath suddenly filled my ears, the sound of steel on steel as he demonstrated how it worked magnified. It was simple, really. Craig slid the rear panel up and then down, smiling as the loud click, motioning me towards him so that I could see how it locked into place. The front was similar, except that only the upper half of the panel slide up and down, dividing the metal rings in two. “Would you like to try it out?” He asked, making it seem like it didn’t matter to him either way. “I… no!” I answered, mustering up as much outrage as I could for him even thinking of it. It must have sounded unconvincing, for he simply shrugged, his smile soft. “If you change your mind, Shelly, let me know.” He took me out to an expensive dinner and then to a movie. I’m afraid I don’t remember much of it. My thoughts kept returning to his question, wondering why he’d ever think I’d say yes. By the time we left the theater my panties were damp. Worse, I think he knew of my state, even if he didn’t say a word. Once more, he was a perfect gentleman, returning me to my dorm, this time walking me up to my room, leaving me with a light brush of his lips against my hot cheek. My hands shook as I fumbled with my keys, finally unlocking my door and escaping into the relative safety of my room. Thankfully, Megan wasn’t there to question how my date had gone. I’m not sure how I would have answered her. That night, I dreamt of steel bars and, in the morning, I had to change my panties, waking up to find them soaked, a first for me. Even my most erotic dreams had never left me in such a state. I vowed, then and there, never to call him again, to forget about him and his stupid cage. My resolve lasted until the end of my last class. “Hi. It’s Shelly.” “I thought you preferred Michelle.” “I… I guess. I’m free tonight.” “I’m busy, Shelly. Perhaps this Saturday. Six o’clock sharp.” “I can do Saturday.” “Good. And Shelly? Wear something pretty.” I showed up at his door on time, this time dressed in a cute little pink skirt, and a blue tank tee decorated with pastel sunflowers. I looked like… well, younger then I was. I’m not sure why, but at the last minute it’d tied my hair back with a length of blue ribbon, adding to the illusion. Instead of sandals, I was wearing spotless white Vans. Craig seemed pleased with my appearance, complimenting me until I blushed. “You look so pretty, Shelly. A vision of innocence. Please, come in.” I felt my heart beating like a trapped bird against my ribs as he closed the door behind me, once again offering me a drink. I took him up on his offer, but declined a seat upon the couch. I was too full of pent-up emotions to sit. Instead, I followed him into the kitchen while he poured us both a glass of wine, letting him do most of the talking, embarrassed at how my voice shook every time I spoke. “You seem nervous, Shelly. Something on your mind? Something you’d like to ask me?” I shook my head in denial, but my even as I did, my voice betrayed me. “Can I see it?” He laughed at that, putting down his glass, taking my now empty glass from my hand and setting it down as well. “What is it you want to see?” “You know.” I whispered, not wanting to admit my need. I imagined my cheeks turning beet red as I did my best to look elsewhere, anywhere but at his face. “Say it, Shelly.