Today was a video and audio editing day, me making a few more meditation files for Julia’s project she’s got going on over there. While I worked on that stuff, she worked from her study doing virtual counseling sessions from home.
We both slept like stones last night and woke up a bit late. We never even heard the alarm clocks go off. So, we rushed to get it together, at least having time for a quick coffee before beginning work. “It’s never good to keep a client waiting.”
Julia did suggest that I go back to bed for a little while if I wasn’t expecting anyone to call. But I respectfully declined the suggestion, pointing out that I had plenty to do.
“Besides,” I said. “That bed’s kind of lonely when you’re not in it.”
“And you feel guilty when I’m working and you’re not,” Julia said playfully. She then gave me a swift kiss as she stood up to leave the kitchen and head into her study saying warmly, “We’ll work on that Babe. I understand why, I think. But it doesn’t have to be that way.”
She then gave my hand a gentle squeeze and left the room to begin working with the first client of her day. And… Maybe she does have a point. Maybe I don’t need to feel guilty about not working when she is.
After dinner she disappeared into the bedroom while I listened to a few podcasts in the living room. Some time later I heard her calling me from the bedroom saying, “I think I’m going to need a bit of help here.”
When I walked into the bedroom Julia said in a small shy voice, “I’m kind of stuck. Do you think you could help a pretty girl out of an awkward position?”
When I walked over to the bed I asked, “Sure but… You don’t seem to be stuck. You’re just lying there in the middle of the bed. So… Uh… Oh dear. Did you drop a key or something? This is interesting.”
When I reached the bed, I felt a heavy silk cord that was clearly anchored to the bed frame and attached to a leather thigh cuff. I could hear Julia holding her breath as I investigated further, discovering that she had tied herself down and handcuffed her hands over her head, the heavy leather cuffs securing her wrists complete with locks to keep the buckles closed.
“So… Do you think you could help me out?” Julia asked shyly. “Sure,” I said. “But… Um… I’m guessing you really don’t want me to let you loose right away since the key for the cuffs is right here on the night stand next to this vibrator that’s already plugged in. Uh… Right?”
Julia giggled nervously saying, “You’re taking this better than I thought.” Then she said in a calm gentle tone as she studied my face, “I trust your judgement. Whatever you are comfortable doing with me from here on in… It’s your call.”