Page 7 of Caged
We stared at each other for a long moment before, with great effort, I pulled away. I untied Janie’s hands, then removed the rope from her wrists. I moved slowly, gently stroking her skin with my fingers as I released the knots. I pulled her to seated, loathe to remove the rope corset and end the scene until I heard the discreet knock on the door letting us know that our time was almost up.
I glanced at my watch in shock. Usually I was very good at managing time, but the hour with Janie had flown by more quickly than I expected.
“How are you feeling?” I asked her.
“Like a puddle,” she said dreamily.
I watched her carefully, trying to determine if she was just loopy from sex or if she’d dropped into subspace. Her eyes cleared as she looked around at everything except me. Definitely just loopy.
I grabbed a section of rope, pulling her closer to me with the corset.
“Next time we will have longer to play,” I promised. “I will fuck you until you’re begging for mercy, and if you are a good girl, I will allow you to eat my pussy.”
I loved edging a sub. Edging Janie would be especially fun, given that I was emotionally invested in her pleasure.
“There’s a next time, Mistress?” she asked teasingly.
I nodded. “Now that I’ve found you, I’m compelled to keep you forever. You’re mine.”
Her eyes widened in alarm, and immediately the mood between us shifted.
“Untie me. Please.”
Her voice was insistent.
It took only a few flicks of my wrists to release her from the corset, and the instant I slid the last of the rope away from her body she jumped off the table and rushed towards her clothes. The domme in me noted with pleasure the faint marks on her skin from the rope while the woman in me frantically tried to figure out what I’d done wrong.
What cue had I missed? Normally I didn’t mind that my brain worked differently than most people’s but right now, I hated it.
“I’ve upset you,” I noted. “I apologize.”
Janie turned to me as she pulled her shirt over her head.
“No, it’s fine,” she lied. “I just need to go.”
“But...you need aftercare...”
She shook her head vigorously. “I wasn’t in subspace, I feel perfectly fine.”
I strode over to her, grabbing her arm gently even while I added a commanding tone to my voice. “I must insist that you at least stay to drink some water so I can verify that for myself.”
She sighed in exasperation. “Fine.”
I didn’t understand her change in mood. Mentally I reviewed the last few minutes, finding nothing in our conversation that would explain such a dramatic switch in her mood.
After making sure the room was in order, we walked to the bar. I slid onto the stool next to Janie, gesturing for the bartender to bring us two bottles of water.
“You want some cookies too, Janie?”
I didn’t know this bartender who was smiling at my submissive, but apparently she knew Janie. I felt the most ridiculous stab of jealousy until I noticed the engagement ring on the bartender’s finger. She was just being friendly, I thought in relief.
Janie was ignoring me, looking around at everything except for me as she nibbled on a cookie while I studied her carefully. It was a big change from the talkative woman I’d observed on our previous meetings.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, remembering my job as a dominant. “Do you have any lingering pain or light-headedness?”
“I’m fine,” she said curtly.
She glanced pointedly at the watch on my wrist, even though the watch face was turned away from her. Something about her energy was frantic. She drained her water, then jumped off her bar stool.
