Cubicle Dancing Ch. 02

I picked up the cuffs off the mattress and looked considerately at them. I looked back up at Jay- then down at the cuffs- then at Jay again. I wasn't weak! I wasn't going to give away my control to someone who had fooled me once! I was a different woman now, and while this was all thanks to the man before me, it did not give him the privilege of owning me.

"Jay," I muttered and then spoke up, "Jay- put out your wrists for me- NOW." Jay blinked for a moment, disarmed by the request.

"I thought we could... do something with equal... freedoms?" He worded himself so carefully, moving closer to me again, reaching out to take the cuffs away. I moved my hands back so that he couldn't take them.

"No Jay, it's not time for that yet," I began tentatively, "we're not even yet. I scared you before, now I want to do something special for us," I smiled reassuringly.

He obliged, reaching out his arms for me to cuff, allowing me full power to do as I wanted. So I led him to the centre of the room and advised him to reach up. Soon enough, his cuffs were attached to a rope that reached the ceiling, where he could not move. Completely naked and vulnerable I considered if I should really go through with this. Was this the right decision?

I picked up Jay's address book from his desk.

"What are you doing?" he gave me a strange look, clearly nervous.

"We're ordering in," I smiled sweetly at him and reassured him once more. He nodded and relaxed again for me. I heard the phone ring and felt nervous as well. I looked back at Jay; delicious, as he hung there, for me.

"Hello?" I heard the lady on the other side answer.

"Hi there," I paused for a moment but then pushed on, "Is this Mrs Anderson?" As I spoke, Jay's head shot up and his eyes widened, "Yes good, I am calling because there has been a terrible accident with your son. He's refusing to go to hospital and I think his only hope is if you come right over and convince him to go..... yes, I'm afraid it's very serious he could die if he doesn't get treated...."

Jay went into a fit of anger, gesturing for me to put down the phone immediately. But I was enjoying this way too much. He tried pulling at the cuffs, at the rope... he tried everything. Even his feet were tied together. He couldn't do a thing!

"Oh? You're at a family dinner?" I grinned from ear to ear, "That's perfect. Bring the whole family; I think you'll need the back up!"

I put down the phone and walked over to him with a smirk. He looked back aggressively and snapped, "Untie me right now! I'm warning you I'll"-

"Are you hungry?" I moved towards the kitchen cheekily, "I think I could go for a quick snack before I go."

"Hey! You aren't going anywhere!" I heard him yelling all kinds of insults at me as I opened his fridge. I could see all kinds of junk food, but the thing that made me the most happy was the whipped cream I found in there.

I returned and leaned against the door frame. Jay was still struggling to get loose and I laughed at him.

"Oh dear Jay... you poor thing," I waltzed over to him and knelt at his feet.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He demanded with insult. I looked up into his deep eyes, noticed his jaw was clenched, noticed the rage in his expression. Boy he was STILL hot.

"You broke me," I lifted the cream and pressed its top, "My father, and my boyfriends, and every other person in this world made me hide for years..." I covered his pubic area with whipped cream, taking careful care to cover it well.

"So what? SO FUCKING WHAT!" He shouted and I stood level to him. I looked him right in the eye.

"So, you made me come out of my shell," I walked over to my bag of tricks and pulled out some duct tape, then walking back I continued, "you helped me realise that men like you are just going to keep coming for me, and that made me very, very mad."

Jay opened his mouth to yell but I squirted cream into it before he had a chance. Then speedily I stuck tape over his mouth and stood back. It was beautiful. Hung from the ceiling, he couldn't move, couldn't speak... and his privates were covered in cream. Best of all, he was the first thing someone would see when they came in through the door.

"Jay, don't you get it?" I walked towards the door and bent over, showing him my ass in full view, just so that I could pick up my top. I pulled it behind me and wrapped it around my front, then zipping it up I said, "even if you did start to care for me, I could never have been with you after what you did to me. I can't just.... hand myself over to someone who humiliated me like that."

I reached over for my mask, and put this back over my face. I felt liberated. I felt free. Behind the mask, in front of the mask, it didn't matter. Inside and out I felt the same. I was stronger than before, and nothing, no one, could reach me.

Yes, no one could reach me, but I could reach them! I bit my lip and moved speedily behind Jay to look at his firm ass. Oh it was perfectly shaped, muscular, tanned- I ran a hand over it feeling how it was warm- feeling how is was smooth.

SLAM! I spanked his ass so hard I could hear him groan under the tape. Then again, and again, and again- it felt good for me too. To be in power and to give him what he deserved. He was getting louder now-so I grabbed him by his hair and came closer to whisper in his ear-

"I came here for one thing, and one thing only; to take back what the world took from me years ago." I bit hard on his earlobe and then pushed his head away from me. Then I picked up my carry bag, and moved to look into my victims eyes.

"It doesn't matter how attractive you are Jay," I pinched his cheek playfully, "I STILL don't want you."

I reached into my bag and pulled out a camera- Jay's eyes told me how angry he was at this. I clicked a few times and knew I would cherish these images the rest of my life. It was perfect.

Turning to walk away, I heard a whimpering sound behind me. I tried to ignore it, but then halted at the door. I looked back and there it was. Right up the top, where his hands were chained, the gesture that gave me what I needed to get out.

"Oh Jay," I said softly, "I'd be careful about sticking your finger up like that...." I opened the door and stepped out, still watching him carefully, still loving the sight of it all.

"You wouldn't want me to come back and make things 'even' again, would you?" I smirked and walked away- leaving his door wide open.

And I loved it.