John’s Long Journey into Night – Part Six
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 as is her friend Mandy. 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…but Leonore explains her motives – and plans. She tells him his role and purpose: “John, I want adventure. I don’t give a crap about you, really but I sense you can bring adventure into my life”.
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John hadn't thought of himself as an adventurer. Frankly he thought of himself more as a refugee and an innovator, madly improvising as structures and plans collapsed around him. Then it hit him that perhaps an adventurer was simply someone who threw himself into the unknown, moving constantly and innovating to survive chaos.
Then he came down from the clouds. Leonore had left the room quite a while ago. He was still in this cage. And he didn’t know what to do.
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He smelled her before he heard or saw her. Perfume. Was it Opium? She had come in from behind him, through another door. She leaned down and he looked up at her; she was dressed in jeans and a silk shirt; she had black boots on. She had put on some makeup. She twisted the combination on the Master Lock and simply said, “Out! Sit next to the fireplace!” He did.
“We’re driving to Pittsburgh, John. In an hour. In your car. My bag is packed. Your car is fine; I asked Mandy to check. Fred’s going to drive us over there.” She paused.
“What about Mandy?” Leonore burst into laughter. “Mandy? She probably getting laid now by one of her admirers…. She’s like that. Oh, yes, Fred knows. She made her ‘freedom’ a condition of their marriage. He had a choice; he took what he could get, that is, Mandy.” Leonore looked at John pensively. Then she added, “Mandy usually gets what she wants.” And then Leonore grinned. “So do I”.
John decided not to press the issue. He was thinking of Mandy’s breasts and her tiny ears with all the piercings and decorative jewelry. The kind of stuff his ex- thought was tacky.
“Here he is, John. I hear Fred’s car in the drive. Quit daydreaming and haul my bags out there.” John noticed two suitcases in the entry. They were enormous.
Twenty five minutes later he and Leonore were in his car. He was driving. She was soaking up the sun, having opened up the sunroof on his car. She looked across to him. “This is nice. I like having a chauffeur.” She slipped her top off, showing bare breasts. A passing lady did a double take as she idly glanced into John’s car; then slammed down the accelerator and opened up distance between the vehicles. “You freaked her out,” said John. She grinned. “If I was doing what I was thinking, she would have done more than freak. She might have wrecked!” Leonore began laughing – almost hysterically. John didn’t ask. If she wanted to explain, she would. When she wanted to.
Leonore looked at him quizzically. They kept driving… out of town. Into the countryside. An hour later as they passed a sign saying “rest stop” she simply said, “When you get to that rest stop, pull off into it.” A mile later he had entered the ramp and had parked. She said, “Grab that paper bag off the floor and follow me. We’re going into the woods.” John was flabbergasted. It showed on his face. She snapped her fingers. “Pronto mister! Get moving!” She got out; he followed, bag in hand. It was very light.
A trail led off into the woods and after a couple of hundred yards, the trail opened into a clearing. John wondered, “Has she been here before? Why? How? When?” Leonore pointed at the ground. “Take off your pants. Sit. And close your eyes.” As he did she snatched the paper bag from his hands. John complied. He closed his eyes tight. He didn’t dare peek.
He had a shock when he felt Leonore’s hand on his thigh. He flinched. “Keep your eyes shut, John!” He nodded. He felt her hands on his privates. He was getting aroused – but somehow he knew that wasn't part of what she was wanting. She wasn't playing with him to get him aroused….. And then he felt something cold on his skin. She had something in her hands. John was confused. And then as he pieced together everything, his mind flashed.
Oh, no! Oh, my god! He knew.
And then he heard a click. He knew now.
“Open your eyes, John.” The first thing he saw was Leonore’s flushed face, with a smirk of victory on it. He looked down at his privates, knowing what he would see. His cock encased in a cage. And it was locked shut.
“Why?” he said.
She grinned. “That’s for me to know and for you to find out. Maybe I’m just insecure.” She chuckled. He replied, “You don’t strike me as the ‘insecure’ type,” he said matter–of-factly. She cocked her head to one side. “I think I’ve got a smart one here. It’s nice that you aren't dumb as a rock.” She picked up a pebble and tossed it into the bushes.
“Get your pants on, doggie. You’ve got a lot of miles of driving in front of you, Fido.” She looked at him. “It will be interesting to tease you from now on and watch you squirm. “
John had to ask. “Uh, how long am I to wear this … this thing? And what about my ‘needs’?”
She giggled again. “Well for starters, what makes you think I’m planning on taking it off anytime soon? As for your second question, John. Oh, I’m disappointed. The only needs that count now are MY needs. If I do one fucking thing about your needs from now on, it will be for only one reason. Do you know what that is?”
“Your needs, Miss Leonore?”
Leonore gently patted him on the head, tousling his hair. “Good, John! You’re getting the idea now.” She then looked on his face, realizing he was not ready for this. “Seriously, John, I will be letting you out from time to time. For one thing, you are definitely going to be used! And for another thing, I intend to introduce you to some of my girlfriends… they are a varied lot and you may be challenged… but I think you will be up to the job.” She gazed at his crotch.
“John, how often do you have sex?” He gulped…. “Uh, including masturbation?” She nodded. “Well, maybe five times a week.” He didn’t know if that was the right answer. She nodded again, with a poker face.
“Well, John, I think that – to encourage your motivated participation and enthusiasm, we’re going to cut that down to once every two weeks or so.” John’s eyes grew wide. She smiled. “I don’t want to let you go for months as some women do.” John’s distress was so obvious that Leonore leaned back and she began to laugh. “God, you are soooo pathetic! I love it!” John’s adam’s apple bobbed up and down. He was speechless. Then he spit out the words, “Only twice a month?” She nodded.
“John, I think you need to say something. You know the words I like to hear by now, don’t you?”
John knew. First he said, “Yes, Miss Leonore.” Then he added, “Thank you, Miss Leonore.”
He watched Leonore clip the key onto a charm bracelet that encircled her left wrist. There was another one already on it.
John just stared at the keys. His mind kept repeating a mantra: “I am fucked!” Somehow it had a comforting sound to it now. The fear was ebbing. He was ready for adventure. He thought, “I must be freaking nuts!”
(to be continued)
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