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refastening her seat belt.
    “Oh, yeah. Great. Now, if we just had a gag….” Katy said, rambling off in her active fantasy.
    “You’re kidding, right?” asked Frank, who was taking this all in and wondering exactly what they had stumbled upon. This wouldn’t be the first time they accidentally discovered another bondage fan, but still, it always amazed him that there were so many BDSM closet cases out there and so little outward recognition for what seemed to be a universal form of adult entertainment. Their plans for Katy were now somewhat altered because they realized they could dispense with the preliminary initiation and indoctrination. In his head, he visualized this blond beauty chained to the whipping post and writhing about as he applied one of his many whips to her firm little ass.
    “No. Sorry,” Katy said quietly. “I mean. I don’t want to be a pain. It’s just that I usually spend my weekends in some sort of bondage: tied, wired, strapped, or chained. I hang around my apartment wearing nothing or something very tight and staying even nominally bound most of the time. You know, something like a nice set of very high heels, a collar, and wrist and ankle cuffs all connected. Maybe, if it’s cold, a T shirt and panties, but that’s all. With a good gag to top it off, I can do housework, cook or watch a movie on TV.”
    “Really!” said Ellen.
    “Oh yeah. It’s a great way to spend my free time. It keeps me out of clubs full of sleazy one night stand opportunities and I can even drink without having to get a cab or drive myself home.”
    “Sounds a bit lonely,” said Frank.
    “Well yes, sometimes,” added Katy, thoughtfully, “but I knew that sooner or later I’d meet someone who was my kind of freak.”
    “Yeah. BDSM freaks. That’s us,” laughed Ellen. “Have you been to any of the scene events in the area? They usually attract a broad spectrum of interested parties.”
    “I have. And they’re usually ok. I went to one wearing a kind of modified Serik set and a body suit like this one and most of the guys….and the women too… spent ninety percent of the dialogue suggesting I take the suit off.”
    “I know what you mean,” said Ellen. “But be grateful you have the looks to interest them. After a few years, they stop looking at the body and just think about whether they could stand doing you in the dungeon.”
    “Well, anyway, I have spent a lot of time tied or chained up by myself,” Katy added. “Fridays are usually chain night, but I don’t use the real cuffs because I might not get out of them. That’s frustrating, you know. But I always sleep in some sort of bondage. I sleep so well that if I don’t use something kinky, I can’t doze off.”
    “No kidding,” said Ellen, a bit amazed at all of Katy’s sudden and very personal disclosures. “You certainly seem to be pretty open about this. Most people aren’t going to tell anyone about their submissive needs.”
    “I know,” said Katy. “I have tried just about every available method of sharing this with people, but most think I’m nuts……” She hesitated, and then said: “No, what I mean is that they don’t want to admit that they are at least fascinated by this and probably, secretly, would like to share it as well, but they are terrified about others finding out.”
    “Boy, do I ever agree with that statement,” said Frank.
    “Yeah, it’s either that or meeting some guy or woman who gets it, but wants to make me their private slave for a night and then take off. I am not in need of that.”
    “We live in a very repressed, double standard society,” Ellen said. “Everyone wants to have exotic, erotic experiences, but no one, or very few, are able to move through the barriers, so we end up having a multi-billion dollar porn industry that everyone says is terrible and everyone uses. Weird.”
    “Well, after a long day, it makes me happy and the time goes by so quickly. No dog, no cat, no boyfriend.