Sleep did not come quickly that night, not that she was worried or concerned but the feelings in her groin perpetually reminded her of what had happened and she continually tried to touch herself. It was just the fact that it was clearly forbidden and she felt the need to rebel. Eventually she drifted off. She had vague memories of dreams but nothing tangible. The sensations had reduced to a dull ache when she awoke. She knew that she would go back into the room, but today was Sunday.
Angela was not a church goer but Sundays had a different routine. She was an addict to car boot sales and one in particular. She dressed with expectation. One day she would find that one bargain that would mean the end to all this driving and work.
One day maybe, but not today. The heavens had opened, albeit for a brief period but it sent everyone scurrying for cover and most sellers packed up. She had found a mirror she liked, but that was for the house, not for any sort of profit. She got home a little bedraggled and treated herself to a relaxing bath rather than a quick shower. She looked at herself, half submerged. She did not think of herself as narcissic but she did try and keep in good shape. She had never considered tattoos or body modification. She was not even sure why the thought had crossed her mind now.
She dried and dressed. It was a good half hour's drive to her parents, ironically driving back towards where she had been earlier.
Her mother was in the kitchen, her father reading the paper. She let herself in, shouting a greeting as she did so.
She exchanged some small talk with her mother before going into the sitting room and picking up the magazine that accompanied the paper. It was almost as if she had never left home.
The meal was a traditional Sunday roast, her mother clearly deciding that she must make sure that Angela had at least one decent meal a week.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course, what's on you mind?"
Angela paused. Oh what the heck,
"have you ever worn handcuffs?"
He mother almost choked. Her father looked angry.
"Not you as well!"
Angela was more than a little confused.
"I am sure I don't know what you mean,," she said defensively.
"I will explain later, if you want, but why do you ask? Has someone suggested it? John perhaps?"
"Don't be silly. John and I are just good friends." She was racking her brain trying to think of a plausible reason for asking. "No, it was just I came across a DVD of 50 Shades, you remember that book that caused such a fuss a while back. I was wondering. Do people actually do such things?"
"I am sure that they do," her mother said, her composure returning, but Angela had clearly stirred up something. "but surely its more than that. Have you ever tried them?"
That was the one question she had hoped to avoid.
"I have no reason to," she lied.
Her mother seemed to accept it, although Angela recognised that look. The look she had seen when the vibrator had flown out her drawer accidentally when she had been looking for something else.
There was an awkward silence.
"Who is for dessert?" her mother said brightly. "Summer Pudding. Probably the last one of the year."
They finished the meal in comparative silence. Angela helped her mother clear the dishes.
"Come up stairs," her mother said quietly, "I have something to show you."
They went upstairs conspiratorial like a couple of school girls. Angela had never seen her mother like this. She went into their bedroom, a hallowed hall, Angela had hardly been in since a youngster. Her mother opened the wardrobe and pulled out a box from the back. It was a little tired, clearly having been used for a very long time.
"The answer is yes, and here they are."
She was holding a pair of handcuffs.: bright, shiny with a key in the central lock.
It was Angela's turn to be embarrassed.
"No, your father hates them. I am a self bondage addict. Your father did indulge me for a while but he really does not like it. It caused a few rows I can tell you. We don't talk about it now."
"Do you still?"
"Yes, when he is not around. I think he knows it as well, but, like I said, we don't talk about it."
"Why do you do it?"
"It's exciting. And yes it is very erotic."
"Do you get off on it?" She felt a little embarrassed still. it was not the sort of thing she expected to be talking about. She tried to imagine her mother squirming in bondage but it was just beyond her.
"Yes and no. I find it sexually exciting but I do not always orgasm."
"So you do sometimes orgasm. Do you multi-orgasm?"
"Are you sure you don't know what I am talking about?"
"You would be surprised what's on the Internet," Angela answered quickly.
"No I wouldn't. I probably know more than you do." Her mother was clearly not messing about. "Seriously, are you involved in something, or seriously think about doing it? I am not being critical. Hell, I have been doing it most of my adult life, but there are risks. I nearly killed myself once. I don't want to bury my favourite daughter because of a sexual accident."
"I am your only daughter," Angela pointed out with a smirk.
"You are not doing or thinking of doing something are you?" her mother repeated
Angela had no answer. She could not tell her mother about the room.
"I am just curious," she eventually said. "I had no idea that you did such things."
"There is no reason why you should. Your father will probably accuse me of encouraging you or something."
"Why do you do it?" Angela repeated
"I told you, it is exciting."
"But doesn't dad satisfy you?
"It's not the same. I was into self bondage long before I met your father. I thought that once I got sexually involved I would not want it any more. I was wrong. The first time your dad caught me he was both angry and hurt."
"I think I can imagine."
"Probably not. I know that I could never picture my own parents having sex let alone in bondage."
"It is a bit," she paused, uncertain, "I don't know, just something I never thought about. I mean you had to have sex to get me. Were you tied up then?"
"No, your father never took advantage of me in bondage, even though I might have liked it. We only had conventional sex. I think he saw my self bondage activities as some sort of cheating. I think he thought that he should have been enough for me. He really does not understand it."
Her mother was taking things out of the box. Angela caught sight of a ball with some sort of strap through it.
"Is that a gag?"
"Yes, but I don't use it unless someone else is nearby. it is very dangerous not to be able to cry out or get help. That was what nearly killed me."
"But isn't it pointless if no one is around to hear you?"
"There is always a chance of someone passing close enough to hear you, especially if you are not in you bedroom."
"You have done it outside?"
Her mother smiled.
"In the garden, even in a wood. It is very exciting to be helpless and vulnerable."
"But you might have got raped."
"I might, I suppose, but most people are probably like your father; secret knights in shining armour rushing to the assistance of the damsel in distress. But I was never in distress, although sometimes I got myself quite worked up. Especially if there was no way to get myself off."
"So it's not sexual."
"Oh yes it is. I get turned on just by being tied up. And the more restrictions the more excited I get, but I can't just orgasm. I need some stimulation. A vibrator works every time, but I can set it low enough not to let me get there. If I don't orgasm in bondage I will usually have one afterwards. But orgasming in bondage is much more powerful, and of course, if you can't stop it you have to orgasm again and again."
"Isn't that painful?"
Her mother raised an eyebrow. Angela only just caught it.
"You are not telling me you have never mulit-orgasmed?"
"I have never had the courage to try," she said honestly. The fact that she had been forced to it by someone, or something else was another matter.
"If it wasn't frowned upon I would be tempted to do it for you. I hope some day someone does. I can do it with a vibrator even out of orgasm, but then again, I know what to expect."
Again the vision of her mother writhing in orgasmic bliss alluded her.
"Would you be my safety if your father is not around?"
"What do you mean, come and untie you? I am not sure I could, besides I am over half an hour away, traffic willing."
"I guess not. It was worth a try."
"Your not embarrassed are you." it was not a question. "You would tie yourself up in front of me if you thought I would watch."
"I have got quite aroused just talking about it and showing you my toys. I haven't even shown you my prize. Even your father has never see this."
She left the box and went to a drawer. There were clearly knickers in it. It reminded Angela of where she kept her own vibrator. A vibrator that was now of no use to her.
It was in a glossy box. She saw the words Peanut Vibe on it. Her mother took it out and placed it on the palm of her hand.
"It has five speeds and is remotely controlled, one of which is a variable setting which switches it on and off at random sometimes hard and sometimes not. It can drive you crazy. Would you like to try it?"
"I don't think so," she said quickly. "There are some things I wouldn't share even with you."
Another raised eyebrow? Perhaps Angela had revealed more than she ought to have.
"I see some rope. Can you actually tie yourself up?"
"Of course. You can even tie your own hands but I only do that if I want to be able to escape. Handcuffs are better because you have to wait for the key to become available."
"You mean you actually do this freezing in water thing?"
"That and a key safe with timer. I even tied myself up by the front door and waited for the key to drop through the letter box, having posted it to myself. But that was a long time ago. It was a bit crazy even then."
"So do you torture yourself? I mean I looked at one site and the things they got up to were positively weird. Even drinking urine or crawling naked over tacks or broken glass."
"Yes I know that site. The fact that you do still makes me wonder about you. I have never been into watersports and the like although I did piss myself and worse when I got stuck. I have various nipple clamps and butt plugs that I occasionally use. These are the most intense, they are called Clover clips. They tighten with pressure and don't slacken until you release them."
"Don't you find it hard to put them on yourself?"
"Not really. Most things don't start to irritate or hurt straight away, and by the time they do you are already unable to stop them. By the time I put them in or on I am 90% immobile, usually just one hand free."
"Does pain and discomfort turn you on or off?"
"Bit of both. Pressure on my nipples arouses me,. You will not have seen my piercings."
Her mother opened her blouse and revealed her breast from out of her bra. There was a barrel through the back of her nipple.
"I also have a pierced labia. Your father went mad but it was too late for him to stop me."
"Did it hurt?"
"No more than peircing my ears, but I almost orgasmed."
Her mother giggled.
"Do you have a pierced belly button?"
"What for? It's not erotic and I am not a belly dancer. I did think of a nose ring but your father forbade it and I was not enthusiastic enough to defy him again. He actually likes the nipple barrels. Not sure why."
"You say he does not like you tied up?"
"No, he doesn't understand it at all. He used to indulge me, like I said, and I got some really good inescapable bondage along with some really good orgasms but he felt cheated. He wanted to get me off; not some machine. And like I also said, he refused to have sex with me in bondage so he usually tied me up with my legs together and without any sort of stimuli. Once he gave me a crupper and told me I wouldn't be freed until I had orgasmed. It was glorious. But he only did it the once."
"I never knew," Angela said wistfully.
"We made sure you didn't," her mother said, "I think that is what upset your father at the table. Maybe it's in the genes?"
"I never said that I was either doing it or going to," Angela reminded her.
"Yes, dear." The look said much more. "We had better go back down now. Shame. I thought for a while that you might indulge me."
"Sorry, mum. I am barely getting used to the idea of you doing it at all, let alone watching or helping you do it."
"Maybe one day."
Angela did not answer. She left her mum tidying away her toys. Her father was watching the football.
Nothing more was said on the subject. Angela stayed until after tea.
In the quietness of her own home she reviewed her talk with her mother. Had she been wrong to deny her? Why could she not accept it? Was what she was now doing so really different?
The answer was inconclusive. It seemed that the spirit was going to insist that she put on or self applied anything, especially restrictions. So in that sense it was self bondage. But on the other hand the spirit controlled both her release and any stimulation or pain. Then again that bullet had basically taken the control out of her mother's hands as did any remote release or key control. She was convinced that her mother would love the room and the spirit, but, at least for now, they must never be introduced.
Are you free to participate in bondage