Hitting Forty

Part 1 (Introduction)

I am sitting here, just thinking to myself, wondering how I ever got here. I am turning 38 this month, and quickly approaching 40. It is frightening as well as exciting. How did I get here? Did I miss something? I feel as lost as when I was a teenager. It's incredible! I became an adult, and nobody informed me of it. As I am in this coffee shop writing this, I feel a soft giggle creeping up, just thinking back on my first experience with bondage.

I was twenty-one, and had started my second job. I was working in a pizza place at the mall. I am just not one of the crowd, and I wasn’t even sure where I was headed in life.

This place had told me I would start as a cashier, and eventually be trained to become a manager. I should have seen the bullshit coming a mile away. I put all my effort into my job. The managers that came and went were immature, and some of them grabby. So much for being promoted. Each time a manager was moved up or out, the company would bring someone new in. I quickly learned that I wasn’t really going to get anywhere.

When the owner of the restaurant came by to visit the store, he saw me, and told my manager to give me a raise.

He said, “Sure.”

The owner said he meant it, “Give your cashier a raise; I like the way she works.”

I was so excited, but a month later I still didn’t get a raise. I asked the manager, Will, what happened to my raise. His answer?

“You ought to get yourself a husband to support you. You don’t need a raise. You need a husband.”

I got so mad, and asked where the heck he gets off saying shit like that.

He said, "With that mouth, you won’t get far. You’d be better off finding someone to take care of you."

I told him I didn’t need someone to take care of me; I needed my raise, the one that I had earned.

One lucky day, Will came back after his lunch break; I was in the back getting some dough. He waved a check in front of me, and told me this was his Christmas bonus. He said it could be mine if I’d come go out with him. We could go to a hotel after work, just to have some privacy. I told him to go stick his check where the sun don’t shine, and please, enjoy. He said “fine” and put it in his pocket.

I thought about it overnight. I could sure use the money. I kept thinking of how I could possibly get away with it. The next day I asked him to show me again. He showed me the check, it was for $2,000. It wasn't much, but for me it was.

I made up my mind, and told Willy I would meet him, and asked where he wanted to go. I would ask my roommate Alice to take me there.

Alice took me to the hotel, and I asked her to wait for me please; I would not be long. She sat at the lobby bar and told me to not worry; the bartender was cute, and she would happily wait there.

When I got to the room, Willy was lying on the bed. We had gotten us some Chinese food, and I saw a bottle of champagne on the nightstand, waiting in a bucket of ice. He had a beer on his side of the night stand. He handed me champagne. Hey! Might as well drink up! I had a plan, and I was going to need some courage to go through with it.

I had some food. We watched part of a movie and chatted for a bit. He was becoming a bit impatient and very touchy. I told Willy I was going to need him to endorse the promised check now, since I was there and hanging out as promised. He did that, and handed it to me. I drank more champagne and headed for the bathroom with my glass as I smiled back at him. My heart was beating a little faster; this was going to be fun. I showered and when I came out, sure as shit, he was down to his shorts and lying on the bed. This made me smile, but not for the reasons he thought.

I was wearing the soft pink bath robe that was in the bathroom, and nothing else. I walked up to the bed and smiled softly. I pulled off the belt on the bathrobe slowly.

He smiled and said, “Now we’re getting somewhere!”

We sure were! I crawled up to him, kissed him, and took his wrists. He had told me just enough of his personal sex life that I knew it would be easy. I took the robe’s belt and tied his wrists to the headboard. I then grabbed my bra, took the straps off, and tied his ankles together. I asked if this is what he wanted. He was telling me something, but I was distracted. I took my headscarf and ran it across his face so he could smell it. It was a little cruel I know, but he deserved this. I used the headscarf to blindfold him. Then he proceeded to lick my arm, disgusting.

Once blindfolded, I reached for his phone on the nightstand, checked his texts, and found his home number. It was under his wife’s name, “Jenny.”

I smiled down at him and told him, “I have to go now, I have school tomorrow morning; I will call your wife so she can come untie you. May this be a lesson to you; I could have gone through your phone, taken your car, your wallet, and your pants. Let’s see how you explain this to Jenny. She is a great lady, and also gorgeous. It’s time she straightens your ass out.”

He started objecting vehemently, and trying to get loose. I heard some choice words, including “bitch,” which I took as a compliment. I put his phone down on the nightstand, and told him that he should shush now. "Jenny will be on the line shortly. It’s ringing."

He got quiet very quickly.

I got dressed and as I walked out I heard her voice. “Hey dear, what’s up? Hello? Hello?” Will?”

He said, “Hi, honey. Hmm I had a little issue…"

Stay tuned for part 2

~Written by Sam Marie