John’s Long Journey into Night – Part Five
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Synopsis of Previous Parts: John, recently divorced, goes to his high school reunion, and meets an aggressively fascinating lady Leonore, who takes him home. He discovers she is a domme when he meets her friend Mandy (also a domme, and wife to a guy named Fred)... Somehow, John ends up in a kennel cage in Leonore’s living room. Then everything blows up. John discovers that his supposedly ‘chance meeting’ with Lenore has been everything but. It was engineered by his ex-wife Margaret and Leonore, who – worse – were once lovers. John has been set up….
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John was still in shock. He was a man in a cage who had just told a woman he barely knew that she was interested in him being – her words – her ‘lab rat’. He had been set up by his ex-wife. That wasn't even close to being the most shocking thing to happen this morning. The most mind-bending thing is that John had said, “I’m interested. I want to stay.” He didn’t know where that had come from. It was visceral; it was an overwhelming conviction. It floored him. It was profoundly true.
John was still caged. Leonore had left to make coffee. No, that wasn’t true. He simply assumed that he’d been left alone here for her to make coffee. Maybe she’d gone shopping, or was in the back yard. He really didn’t know. And the cage next to him was totally empty. He hated to admit it, but he was here for several reasons: he had no place better to go, he kept seeing lewd images of a naked Leonore – and laughing Mandy – swimming in his mind’s eye, he was intensely curious, and – he was experiencing a perverse masochistic pleasure in the thought that his cheating ex-wife had again deceived him. He was afraid of what was bubbling up in his mind, but he would not, indeed could not, tear himself free. His life was a train wreck and he was watching it as all the pieces whirled into the air.
“Hey, Fido, I brought you a cup of coffee.” John came back to earth. It smelled good. Leonore pushed the cup to the cage; it had a straw in it. “You’ll have to drink it through the straw, Fido. I don’t trust you enough yet to take the lock off this cage.” John hadn’t noticed the speed dial Master Lock before. Yes, it was on there.
“I just phoned Mandy. She said she wants to mess with you, but she’s gonna take a rain check. Fred’s buying her some things and then they have …. ‘plans’.” Leonore smiled.
John planned to speak first but he hesitated…. . Leonore was demurely seated on the sofa facing his cage. Well, not quite demurely; having locked eyes with him she spread her legs slightly. His eyes dropped. No underthings on. He focused on the one thing in the world he most wanted… and couldn’t have. She closed her thighs together. “Yes, some day, John. Maybe.” She laughed, adding, “… and maybe never.” She laughed even harder. John hated how he felt as he felt his exposed member swelling, in her plain sight. She had taken the initiative. He responded with a question.
“Uh, Miss Leonore, why would my ex-wife tell you about me? And why would you want me?”
She sipped from her cup, peering at John’s crotch shamelessly. She was grinning again. “Well, John, let’s answer the first question first…. The honest answer is that she wanted you not only out of her life, but out of her town.” Leonore drank a bit more coffee. “Also, Margaret told me she wanted me to keep tabs on you and make sure you were ‘occupied’ with a new interest and wouldn’t fuck up her new life. Your ex- is a very practical woman, John.” He winced. Yeah, from a 2,100 square foot house, a seven year old car, and a $50,000 a year husband to a 7,500 square foot house, a brand new Lexus IS C sports car, and a $185,000 a year husband. What hurt as much was that the guy was younger than John.
He tried to look emotionless. Leonore didn’t buy it. “Now I’m going to tell you the rest. Her hubby and she met with me recently to ask if I’d help her. I told them what I wanted; they agreed, and I was trying to figure out how to contact you without you getting suspicious. And then you, John, did something none of us had expected: you went to this stupid reunion! I knew who you were as soon as I walked past you; they’d given me a photo. I couldn’t believe my luck.” Again Leonore paused. She still had her eyes locked on John’s crotch, though by now he was wilting.
“Oh, John? I was so long just now because I phoned Margaret from my gazebo to give her all the details. It’s too bad you weren’t ‘available’ to listen as I describe our good luck regarding you. John? I think your present predicament gave her more pleasure than you gave her over years of marriage.” John’s feelings were not hurt by that statement. He’d never quite managed to convince himself that Margaret cared much about him.
Leonore looked thoughtful. “Margaret is a very sexy woman. But she is also a very cruel and selfish bitch. She’d be the first to admit it. John, you’re much better off without her. You’re very much better off with me.”
“Why would YOU care?,” said John, suddenly feeling very angry. “What am I to you or you to me?” Leonore didn’t rise to the bait.
“Oh, angry! How cute! But you ask a good question, John.” Leonore rose from the sofa, walked over to the cage, grabbed the by-now-cold cup of coffee with the straw in it, and slowly and very deliberately poured it through the wire of the cage onto John’s head.
“Because you ex-wife described your every perverted thought, deed, and preference. She stripped every secret from you. She spilled the beans, John. And you know what? I knew I had to meet you… because I am every nightmare you’ve ever lusted for, John. I know your mind as well as Margaret could describe it….. and unlike your ex-wife, I think you have a lot of potential…. For my needs and wants.” She pivoted. John stared at her butt. It aroused him. He suspected, from her walk, that she already knew about his fascination with shapely behinds. -- Margaret!
“Oh, John…. Unlike your ex,” said Leonore, “I really don’t give a shit about big houses, new cars and rich husbands. I don’t need to. I’m retired. All of what you see is paid for. I sold my company last year. Now I am needing one thing missing in my life.”
“What is that, Miss Leonore”, John asked.
Leonore grinned. “Adventures, John. I want adventure! I don’t give a crap about you, really, but I sense you can bring adventure into my life”. She laughed.
John realized his life was taking a new turn. He still felt as though he was falling – but now felt he was falling through clouds – skydiving from high over an unknown continent.
He spoke, “I’ll do my best, Miss Leonore!” She replied, “I know you will John.”
(to be continued)
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