Since the pandemic ended I've jumped at any chance to travel for work. Get out on the open road, fly in plane, stay in a hotel, even a day trip for a meeting an hour or two away is like a huge luxury.
I hadn't been to Ottawa in a couple of years and even then, it was in and out, just two days in the middle of the week. This time I was able to schedule my meeting for a friday so I could have most of the weekend to spend in the city.
And visit with you.
We have some history, but we hadn't really hung out in a very, very long time. I was 22, living on my own for the first time. You were 18, bright eyed and bushy tailed at the start of your academic career. It did not last, but we had a couple of fun nights and after a few years we reconnected online and became friends again.
Almost twenty years later, we're different people in a lot of ways, but I can still see that silly young woman come through in your instagram posts from time to time. You've been through a lot of shit, but I'm so happy that you found your husband and have settled down.
I was delighted when you agreed to get together while I visited Ottawa. To be honest, my desire for you hasn't really waned over the years. In fact, you've been so open about your relationships and some of your kinks that I'm even more attracted to you now than when you were 18.
I had this fantasy in my head about meeting for drinks, and then inviting you up to my hotel to "see the view", so I was a little disappointed that you invited me over to have dinner with you and your husband.
You bought this house in an older suburb of the city from a couple that had lived there since it was built. A lot of the fixtures and cabinets date back to the 70s, but it was all very classy. You made sous vide steaks with great roasted carrots and sauted kale.
The conversation between the three of us had a great flow to it. I found myself actually liking your husband, whereas I was prepared to hate him just for being with you when I couldn't be. After dinner we sat at the table with our drinks for a few minutes when you suddenly realized you forgot to give me the grand tour.
"Here's the dining room!" you said brightly, gesturing to our immediate surroundings. "You can see the backyard through the sliding doors and the park beyond the fence. Come on, I'll show you around."
Your husband cleaned up the dished while you led me down the hall past the guest room and to the doorway of the master bedroom. Some boxes remained piled up in the corners, but otherwise it seemed like you'd settled in over the past few months since you took possession.
"So this is where the magic happens?" I teased, nodding towards the bedroom.
You laughed and blushed a little. "Not quite," you said, and there was a mischievous look in your eye. I was intrigued.
You showed me the living room with its beautiful fireplace and warm, inviting decor. Then I followed you into the basement.
The finished basement had its own fireplace and sitting area and seemed like a very cozy place to spend a cold winter night. But, you had shown me the listing for this house when you bought it, and this room seemed smaller than I thought it would be. You moved towards the wall behind me and I turned.
That's when I noticed a fine line in the corner. You looked giddy. You pressed against the edge of the wall and it pressed in a fraction of an inch, then popped out far enough for you to grasp it. Like a cupboard door, without handles, you opened the wall revealing a hidden room.
A queen sized bed with iron bars for a headboard and footboard. A tasteful wooden chest of drawers. A wardrobe. A large, floor-to-ceiling mirror on one wall. A low bench with a padded hole in one end, shackles at the base of each leg. And a large wooden X in the corner with leather straps at each end.
"Okay, I see," I said, "THIS is where the magic happens!"
You burst out with that big bright laugh of yours and your eye lit up like sparklers. "Exactly!" you exclaimed.
"This is awesome," I said and we high fived. "Do you mind if I poke around?"
"Be my guest."
The bedframe was sturdy. I gave it a bit of a shake and it barely rattled. I nodded in approval and you giggled. It was so cute.
I opened the wardrobe and found a variety of outfits, costumes and other items. Lots of shiny, not a lot of lace.
In the drawers were all manner of impact implements from paddles and floggers to straps and whips. In another drawer were vibrators, plugs, clamps and more.
I made my way to the X frame. "This is nice," I said. "Looks sturdy." I positioned my feet at its base and raised my hands to its upper straps. "This could be a lot of fun."
"It is," you said, and you approached me. I began to blush. My heart pounded and all my playful innuendo disappeared. You stepped in front of me and locked into my eyes. "It's really a lot of fun."
I dropped my hand to your hips and leaned forward to kiss you, but you took my right wrist and standing on your tippy-toes reached up to strap it to the X frame. The blood rushed from my head and I felt dizzy. You raised my left hand to the top of the frame and bound me there as well. Then you knelt in front of me, where my cock was beginning to strain against my jeans, and my knees threatened to buckle. You secured the straps around my ankles and stood up once again.
Your warm breath, on my neck. Your voice, soft and inviting. "Is this okay?" You asked.