The Chair in the Attic: Ch 01

Chapter 1: Curiosity Killed the Cat?

Valentine's Day and President's Day fell on the same weekend this year, and Lena was going to spend the long weekend with her boyfriend. She was looking forward to some extra time with him and being off work. She was an IT Program Manager at one of the larger IT companies and sometimes the work was just monotonous. She really did love her job and the company she worked for, but having time to rest and recharge was important too. She liked to work hard and play hard, but this weekend was going to be all about the play. The thought brought a mischievous smile to her face. It was one of the great things about her boyfriend Kyle; he was on her level and shared her mentality in that regard.

He was a hockey player on the hometown minor league team, but he was smart as well as athletic and worked as an IT consultant when he wasn't training and trying to make it to the top league. It didn't hurt that he was also very easy on the eyes. Luckily for him, his combined salary was enough for him to buy a house. It was a bit of a fixer-upper, but it was charming and beautiful; and Lena absolutely loved it. The house was a gorgeous old multi-story Victorian with a cozy turret library and a small observatory in the attic. It reminded her a little bit of that house from the movie Beetlejuice. Kyle had said it had been owned by some heiress that liked to push the boundaries of social norms. Apparently, she was a suffragette and feminist that really bucked the male dominated system. The realtor had told him that the rumor was that the heiress had loved to throw wild parties and regularly hosted meetings for groups like the Free Thinkers Society and other progressive movements of the time.

Lena knew she shouldn't be snooping, but she just loved to explore every nook and cranny of the old house. So, when Kyle asked her to grab some more blankets from the attic, she couldn't help getting a little excited. It wasn't her first time up there-- they had made love under the skylight, gazing up at the stars a couple of weekends ago-- but she really hadn't seen it in the daylight yet. Looking around for the "blankets", she poked and rummaged through dusty shelves and peaked under sheet covered junk. "This stuff must have been just left here," she said out loud to herself. That's when she spotted a black leather trunk in the corner, dust conspicuously absent from the lid. Thinking that must be where he kept the blankets, Lena went over and opened the trunk.

The lid creaked as she opened it, revealing neatly folded dark fabrics, leather straps, and-- Lena blinked. At the top of the pile was a full-body black latex outfit. Her breath hitched as she lifted it carefully, letting the smooth, glossy material unfurl in her hands. The way it shined under the dim attic light made her stomach flip. She glanced down at herself-- pale skin and long red hair tumbling over her shoulder. The contrast would look... kind of amazing. No one would even know if I just tried it on... The thought sent a rush of excitement through her, and before she could talk herself out of it, she was slipping out of her clothes and into the latex. It was snug, hugging her figure as she pulled it on, the material cool at first but warming quickly against her skin. She caught a glimpse of herself in an old dusty mirror and-- Wow. The black latex made her hair pop, the fiery red against the dark material was striking. She twisted a little, admiring the way the suit clung to her curves. She'd never worn anything like this before, but-- damn. Lena liked how it looked. Suddenly a thought occurred to her, this fits me like a second skin! That can't be a coincidence...

She glanced back towards the attic door furtively, checking to make sure she was still alone, and a glint of something shiny caught her eye. Poking out from beneath another sheet, she could see that it was a buckle attached to something pretty large. Unable to resist her curiosity, she pulled back the covering to reveal a heavy antique looking chair. It was like something out of a Steampunk fantasy. It was made of dark stained wood with brass fittings and other oddities she didn't recognize. It was upholstered in supple black leather; a shiver ran up her arm as she caressed the armrest. As her eyes continued to adjust to the dim light, what she saw next made her freeze. It wasn't just leather upholstery on the chair, sleek black straps and cuffs adorned the chair as well! Her face went hot. Oh. She stepped closer, running her fingers over the smooth material, her heartbeat picking up. Why was this here-- why did Kyle even have it? --but it was... Interesting. Lena had a kinky side and she knew exactly what the chair was intended for. Her curiosity was killing her, just sitting in it wouldn't hurt, right? She thought.

She eased herself down, surprised at how comfortable it was. The cuffs on the armrests dangled invitingly, and before she could second-guess herself, she slid her wrist into one. Just to see how it feels. The leather was soft yet firm. She fastened the buckle--not too tight, just snug enough to feel it. A rush of adrenaline shot through her. Okay. That's kinda nice. Her other hand twitched... What if she did the rest? Lena swallowed, her pulse racing as she slipped her hand free and leaned down to buckle on the ankle cuffs. Once that was done, she buckled the second wrist cuff and then slipped both hands back inside the semi-snug cuffs. The rush of helplessness sent a shiver down her spine, but she knew she could just unbuckle herself whenever she wanted. It was just for fun.

Taking a moment to savor the feeling, Lena gripped the armrest, her hand inadvertently brushing against a button on the side of the arm rest. What's that? She thought, and before she could stop herself, she pressed it. An audible click was heard throughout the room, followed by more rapid clicking sounds. Lena looked up and saw a small hourglass tipping over and locking into place. This thing has a mind of its own! Panicking, Lena tried to extricate herself from the chair only to find that the cuffs had somehow tightened and locked in place. She could feel the other straps tighten underneath her-- she hadn't bothered to wrap those around herself. Thankfully. Frowning, she tugged--but the straps held her firmly. Her stomach dropped. She yanked harder, trying to pull her hands free, but the chair would not budge. She had really locked herself in!

"Oh my god, I am an idiot," she whispered, heart hammering. She squirmed, but the chair held her firmly in place, leaving her breathless. This is fine. This is--

"Lena, what's taking you so long..."

Lena's soul left her body. Her head snapped toward the attic door--where Kyle stood, slack jawed, staring at her. It felt like her heart was going to jump out of her chest. Kyle soon recovered and a smile spread across his face. He was soon grinning like a man who'd just won the jackpot.

"Oh, this is fantastic," he said, laughing as he strolled forward.

Lena's face burned. "Kyle. Let me out."

He leaned against the chair, looking her up and down with a widening smirk. "So. This is what you've been up to, eh?"

Lena scowled. "Kyle."

Kyle tilted his head, way too amused. "You know, if you wanted to try my chair, babe, you could've just asked."

Lena froze. "... Your chair?"

Kyle's grin stretched wider. "Well, it's mine now. Apparently, the rumors about the previous owner were true."

Lena wanted the earth to swallow her whole. Kyle chuckled, tapping his fingers against the leather. "Now, the real question is... do you want my help, or should I just leave you here to think about your life choices?"

Lena struggled uselessly against the straps. "Kyle, I swear--" But the chair held firm.

Kyle grinned down at her, "Oh Yeah? Swear what?"

Lena could only glare up at Kyle, stuck in his stupid chair, while he looked down at her like he was the happiest man alive.

"So," he said, rocking back on his heels, "have you learned anything from this experience?"

Lena scowled. "Yeah. That you're an asshole. Now let me out."

Kyle laughed, shaking his head. "Nope, that's the wrong takeaway. What you should've learned is: Curiosity killed the cat and not to mess with things you don't understand."

Lena tugged at the straps again, but they refused to budge. "Kyle. I swear, if you don't let me out of this thing--"

"You'll what?" he asked, smirking. "You seem a little... tied up at the moment."

Lena groaned. "If I could move right now, I'd kick your ass."

Kyle chuckled, reaching down. "Ooo, feisty... Alright, alright, no need for threats. Hold still."

She didn't really have a choice, but she still huffed as Kyle loosened the straps, starting with her legs before moving to her wrists. As soon as the last one popped open, she bolted upright and shoved him-- hard.

Kyle barely stumbled, grinning. "Careful. Don't hurt yourself."

Lena ran her fingers through her hair, trying to reclaim some dignity. She could still feel the ghost of the straps on her skin, and the worst part? She had actually liked it. A lot. The way Kyle had looked at her had sent shivers down her spine leaving her feeling highly aroused. And Kyle knew. His gaze flicked over her, and she suddenly remembered--she was still wearing the latex suit.

Kyle smirked. "By the way, I see you found the little surprise I got you. I was kind of hoping you would find it. You look amazing in it too."

Lena's face burned. "You bought this for me?"

He managed to look sheepish, "I may have maybe bribed your roommate into giving me some salacious details about her bestie." He said with a wink.

Lena blinked. "... What?! That bitch!"

Kyle laughed, "Don't be too hard on her, she couldn't wait to help me pick out the perfect surprise for you. She seems like she's quite a bit kinkier than you as well." Kyle said as he walked over, grabbing Lena up in his arms, "Come on babe, I know you like it..." he said before leaning in for a kiss.

Still a little mad at him and her best friend Sarah, Lena pushed back on him, beating her fists on his chest. "No, get away from me you jerk, and how could she betray me like that!"

Unphased by her overly dramatic protests, Kyle just laughed and reached down to smack her bottom playfully. He followed that up with an exaggerated kissy face, "Come on honey, give me a kiss!"

His ridiculous antics soon had Lena laughing and melting into his embrace, letting him finally kiss her. "I'm gonna have to get her back for this somehow."

"You really do look stunning in that. Maybe you should just thank her?" Kyle said with another wink.

"Me?! I am a good wholesome young lady!" She said, barely able to keep a straight face.

Keeping up the pretense, Kyle pouted letting go of her, "does this mean you want me to take it back? I think I still have the receipt around here somewhere," he dead panned.

"Noo, it's mine!" Lena giggled, clutching her arms around herself.

"Excellent, I would hate to miss this view," Kyle said, drinking in the sight of her hungrily.

Lena stepped closer to Kyle and placed her hands on his chest. She looked up into his handsome face and kissed him passionately. "Thank you, baby. I was just really surprised, and if I am being honest a bit embarrassed and overwhelmed by all this." She said, gesturing back to the chair. "And when the hell were you going to tell me about that thing?!"

"Oh. That. Well, I found it up here when I moved in, and it is just so fricken heavy, I couldn't exactly move it out of here by myself. So, I had an antique dealer come and help me restore it so I could sell it. I figured whoever bought it from me could pay to have it taken out of here, but when Sarah told me you were sort of into this kind of stuff, I decided to keep it." He said with a playful grin. "Truth be told, I have always fantasied about tying girls up but haven't really been with anyone that was into that." He said with a blush.

"Oh, look who's blushing now." She said playfully, his momentary vulnerability sending a thrill through her and heightening her arousal. "So, you want to tie me up and have your way with me?" She said biting her lip and looking up at him innocently.

Kyle gulped. Oh yes, he wanted that VERY much, but now that she was standing there, daring him to make the next move, he felt unsure of himself. Seeming to read his mind, Lena pushed him off seductively and sashayed back over to the chair, sitting in it with her legs crossed. He could feel himself starting to get excited and it was starting to show. He blushed again as Lena looked back at him with a suddenly raised eyebrow and a smirk. She could clearly see it too.

"Well, I think we have our answer, don't we?" she said teasing him, and then followed up in a low sultry voice, "And I definitely want you to take me," a mischievous look on her face. But then, turning serious, she said, "But first, some ground rules. I like to use red, yellow, and green for my safe words, you know what that means, right?" Kyle nodded, staring at her raptly. "If I say red, that's the end of the session, period, no questions asked, but if I say yellow, just slow down and check in with me, OK?"

"Of course, anything else I should know?"

"It should be obvious, but since we've never talked about this before, I will not mess with scat or piss, and I like my blood right where it is, so don't break the skin. I like things a little rough, but not too much. I will say yellow if things start going too far. How about you, have you thought about your own limits?" Lena said with a tilt of her head, smirking a little bit at Kyle's discomfort while talking about the taboo.

"Well, um, those all sound good to me. Yuck, do people really play with poo?"

"Yeah, I think it's disgusting as hell too."

Kyle makes a puking face and shudders, "I guess some people are really weird." Then, without false modesty Kyle said, "I am pretty strong you know, so I don't think I will be doing much hitting anyways, I don't want to hurt you by accident."

Feeling a surge of affection for him, Lena shrugged, "That's perfectly fine, if we keep doing this, we can experiment as we go. After all, that's part of the fun," she added with a wink.

As Kyle felt some of his anxiety melt away, he joked back, "Besides, I would rather hear you scream in pleasure anyways." The giant grin back on his face.

This elicited a giggle from Lena, she could feel herself tingling all over at just the thought of that. "OK big boy, let's see what you got!"