A Second Chance at Submission: Chapter 10

I was seated on a cold wooden chair with just my boxers on, my hands bound behind me, and a mask covering my eyes. That left hearing, taste and smell as my only allies, and all three were straining to connect with something, anything, to confirm that Rachel and Chad were still in the bedroom with me.

I was fairly confident that they were, believing that they were orchestrating a plan that would treat me to the sounds of carnality. Annie certainly would have signaled me if they weren’t, right? After all, her tender floorboards had no choice but to creak like old bones under the movements of two lovers that were about to consummate their passions. At least, that was what they alluded to during our walk home.

Then the mysterious moment was upended by the very real action of my chair being lifted and moved about. I lost all orientation as the surprise caused my internal gyroscope to quickly lose its bearings. By the time my chair returned to the floor again, I honestly couldn’t even say if I was still in their bedroom.

Their actions made me fear the worst. “After all the buildup, they wouldn’t banish me to the hallway again, would they?” My voyeuristic longing felt intense pressure under the weight of my cravings as I fought back the ache of disappointment.

But then, redemption. The carnal concerto for two began nearby with the faintest of sighs. I struggled to stem the thunderous beating of...