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Flower Cards by Sheila - The Couple
(Author Unknown)

CHAPTER 1

    

    Sheila was surprised when she saw Jason at his desk that Saturday night, a little after 8:00. That's strange. He usually spends both Friday and Saturday nights with Melissa. I hope this doesn't mean they had a spat, or worse, broke up. They're such a cute couple. I really like them both. I guess I'll find out when Jason comes over later to work downstairs.

    Sheila and Jason had been good friends since he moved into the house across the street from her. He occasionally did some chores for her?mostly in the garden?and now he was working on an unfinished room adjacent to her garage, which was beneath the main floor. He was actually helping Sheila turn it into a dungeon. You see, Sheila, a middle-aged divorcee, was a part-time dominatrix. Her clients?mostly men?visited her at her home, a fact that he knew because his desk faced Sheila's house, and he watched the clients come and go many times.

    Jason had said that he'd be over Sunday around noon, and Sheila, although she hadn't mentioned it to Jason, was preparing something for lunch for him when her phone signaled the arrival of a text message. She glanced at the phone and saw that it was from Melissa.

    Melissa was Jason's girlfriend. They both worked for the same large insurance company?she in the claims department, and he in the underwriting division. They had been dating for several months?against company policy, but the bosses either didn't know, or were turning a blind eye.

    Oh, oh, she thought. Looks like I won't have to wait for Jason to tell me what's going on with them. She read the text. Oh, Sheila. I need to talk with you. Can we meet sometime? Soon?

    Sheila sent a reply. Sure. Is everything OK? Are you and Jason alright?

    Yeh, we're OK. But I need some advice and you're the only person I feel comfortable talking to about this. You know, about sex and the stuff you told me when we met last week.

    I'm free most of the time. Just tell me when and where and I'll be there.

    Oh, thank you, Sheila. How about you come to my apartment for dinner Wednesday?say around seven. It won't be fancy.

    I'll be there. Just give me your address.

    Melissa wrote her address in the text, and then added, and please don't tell Jason.

    Oh, I won't. Don't worry about that. It's funny, though, he'll be here any minute. He's going to do a little work for me. I'll be at your place Wednesday at seven. Sheila added a smiley face and a red heart to the text before sending it.

    Just then the doorbell rang. Perfect timing, Jason, Sheila said to herself. She went to the door and let him in. He immediately noticed her orange, brown, and yellow, tight-fitting leggings, and smiled.

    "That your 'Sunday go to meeting' outfit?" he asked before even saying "hi".

    "Hello to you too, Jason. No, this is my 'Sunday go to my Pilates class' outfit. Been a long time since this butt's spent Sunday morning on a pew," she added, patting her derriere.

    "Well, not being much into religion, I'd have to say that the Pilates has probably been better for your body, even if maybe not for the spirit. And I'm all for that."

    Jason always was in awe when Sheila wore her workout uniform, which always consisted of a pair of colorful, tight-fitting, leggings. She had many pairs, each more colorful and striking than the other. Jason was taken by how they molded themselves to her derriere, which was in very good shape, typical of a Brazilian woman. She was, literally, the girl from Ipanema, her birthplace, and she knew how to strut like one, with just the right sway of the hips.

    "Thank you, I think," Sheila said, haltingly. Now, come in and have a bite to eat before we go downstairs to work. I fixed a little snack?nothing fancy. Didn't know if you might have had a late breakfast. By the way. I was surprised to see you at work at your desk last night. Thought you would be at Melissa's."

    "Oh, normally I would have been. But for some reason my company decided to have a mandatory Zoom meeting last night, so I had to get home. What we won't do for the people that sign our paychecks. Right?"

    "Amen," Sheila answered. "I'm glad I don't have that problem. My paychecks are all written by people who do everything for me, not the other way around. I should be paying them. Not!"

    Jason said, "Seems that lately you're signing a lot of checks for your clients, what with all the new equipment you're buying."

    "That's true. But soon their checks for me are going to be bigger, and I anticipate there'll be more of them. Which reminds me. I thought of something else I need, so I ordered a closed-circuit TV monitoring system for the whole house, including downstairs. I can monitor all the cameras on my computer or my iPhone. That way I can leave clients alone in the dungeon and keep an eye on them. I can even have over-night sessions here. You know what they'll pay for something like that?"

    "I can imagine," was all Jason could think to say.

    After eating the snack Sheila had prepared, Jason followed Sheila down the stairs to the garage and the dungeon-to-be, staring at the view he had of her leggings-covered behind.

    Sheila opened the door into the dungeon-to-be, climbed the steps from the garage level, turned on the overhead track lighting and stepped into the room. "Oh, this is going to be wonderful. You've done a great job getting everything ready, Jason."

    "Yep. It's looking good so far. Now let's see what needs to be done with this new rack. First, I have to attach the 2 x 4s at the bottom to stabilize it. Oh! I see you've already screwed lots of eye bolts inside the frame."

    "I'm not completely helpless, you know," Sheila retorted. "That part was easy for me. I did buy something else for you to attach. I got a small piece of plywood at the lumber yard. They cut it to the right size for me. It's to put on the bottom of the rack to make a smooth floor. You know, to give my subs something to stand on. They cut it 12 inches deeper than the rack, so it overhangs the front and back by six inches. It'll be 24 inches deep now instead of 12. More room for me to move around my sub, or, who knows, maybe have two subs together up there. Got some screws for you to use, too."

    "Wow, Sheila. I'm impressed. You've thought of everything. OK. I'll start with those things and then tackle the winch and pulleys."

    It only took a few minutes for Jason to attach the supports and the floor. He yelled to Sheila, who had gone back upstairs, that he was done and ready to attach the winch.

    "Before you start," she said after coming back down, "I want to see something. Can you stand in the middle of the rack and just stretch your arms as high as you can? I want to see how much extra room there'll be to lift someone off the floor. They'll be attached by wrist cuffs, so we need at least the distance from the cuffs to the bottom of the pulley."

    Jason assumed that pose, looked up to see his wrists and the top of the rack. "Looks like about ten inches. And that's with my legs together and wearing shoes. But, also, I'm standing flat-footed, not on tiptoes."

    "I think that's going to be fine. Unless I get a seven-foot-tall client someday. Let's do it. Hook up the winch and then we can test it out."

    It took Jason about an hour, with a little help from Sheila, to get the winch mounted at the end of the frame and two pulleys attached, one to the top corner above the winch and the other at the top center of the frame. Thus, the wire rope would run upward from the winch, through the top corner pulley, thence horizontally to the top center pulley, from which it hung straight down. Attached to the end was a swivel eye bolt snap that can clip onto the ring of wrist or ankle cuffs. 

    When Jason announced that it was finished, Sheila studied it carefully before saying, "It looks perfect, Jason. It only it will work as well. It should. The winch with that size wire rope is supposed to lift 400 lbs, and the swivel thing-a-ma-jiggy should support 360 lbs. All that's left to do now is test it out. Here, Jason. Put these on your wrists. These are called suspension cuffs. They're made to spread out the load on your wrists when you're hanging from above. I got a pair for the ankles, too."

    "You sure this is safe?" Jason said, in a worried tone of voice.

    "Absolutely. I discussed this project with the guy at the adult store where I bought them. He's very knowledgeable about all this sort of stuff."

    "I hope so. Okay, they're on. Do they look like I put them on correctly?"

    "Yep, the guy showed me, and that's exactly how he did it. Now, step up onto the rack."

    Sheila went to the winch and unwound enough of the wire rope so the snap was even with Jason's head. Then she walked over to Jason, climbed onto the floor of the rack, and attached the rings of both cuffs to the eye bolt snap, then walked back to the winch. "Okay, big boy, here we go." She started turning the winch and Jason's arms were slowly raised toward the ceiling. "So far, so good," Sheila said.

    She kept turning until Jason's arms seemed to be stretched as much as they could be without his getting on his tiptoes. She paused there and walked back in front of Jason. "I'm going to take off your shoes now. They make you a little taller." With his shoes and socks removed, Jason now had to raise onto his toes to reach the floor. Sheila stood back and studied the situation for a moment. "Good. There are still several inches clear at the top to raise you higher. This'll be the real test. Let's make it more interesting," she said as she turned his body around so he faced away from her.

    "Good, the swivel thingy is working." She reached around his waist and after locating his belt buckle, unfastened it. After undoing the button and lowering the zipper, she slid Jason's trousers down his legs until they pooled around his ankles. She then grabbed the elastic at the sides of his briefs and pulled them down. They didn't get very far before the front got snagged on his erect cock. Sheila yanked harder, forcing the erection to point downward, a direction it didn't want to go at the time.

    "Ouch!" he yelled. Careful, Sheila."

    "Oops, sorry," she said, with a hint of sarcasm. She slid the briefs down to rest on the trousers, and then, one leg at a time, eased them all over Jason's feet. Since he was already standing on his tiptoes, it was an easy task. "Now we're ready to have some fun with my new rack. Right, Jason?"

    "I guess," he replied, half-heartedly. "Go easy, please."

    "Now, don't be a sissy. You know this whole scene will turn you on. Hey, your cock got hung up in your briefs and all we did so far was tie your hands above your head. Now, prepare yourself. I'm going to crank you up a little. First, though, I'm going to put the ankle cuffs on you and fasten them together. Don't want you flailing away until we test out the apparatus."

    When that was done, she walked around to the winch and slowly turned the crank until Jason's feet could no longer touch the floor. She kept turning and raised him about three more inches. "There we are. You're hanging just by your wrists now. How does that feel?"

    "Okay. Surprisingly comfortable. These cuffs are good."

    "That's what the guy said. Guess he didn't lie just to make a sale. Now, let's try some things." She walked around to the front of the rack, reached Jason's waist, and twirled him around. He spun like a very slow top, but spun, nonetheless. "Oh, I like it. This could be fun."

    "Feels kind of weird, though. Much faster and I might get dizzy."

    When he stopped spinning, Sheila went across the room and reached into a box she had left in the corner. She pulled out a couple short lengths of chain and some double bolt snaps. Returning to Jason as he hung suspended, she gave him a playful shove that started his body swinging backward and forward. "This has so many possibilities, you know?"

    She unfastened his ankles from one another and pulled his right leg to the side. Using a length of chain she connected his ankle to one of the eye bolts she had previously installed on the frame. Repeating with his left leg, she now had him suspended by his wrists, with his legs about four feet apart. Of course, now she couldn't spin him around nor swing him back and forth, but he was very vulnerable to whatever else she wanted to do with, or to him.

    "Now, you just hang around like that for a minute while I get some toys. T'would be a shame to have you all helpless like that and not entertain you a little."

    "I don't like the sound of that," Jason said.

    "No, I don't suppose you do. But I'll keep watch and let your friend here decide if you're enjoying it or not," she told him, pointing to his now semi-erect penis. Starting with a riding crop, she began assaulting his thighs?all sides?easy at first, and then increasing until he began vocalizing his pain. "Oh, isn't it nice. We don't have to use a gag to keep the neighbors from hearing you here. I might still, though, just because it's fun watching my subs drool and try to talk."

    After a few minutes, noticing the enlarging member in front of her, she used the crop on it, as well as on the balls. Hard enough to sting and hurt, but not strong enough to do damage, especially to the testicles. "Ohhh! Ouch!" He cried out.

    "Ah, look who's complaining while his cock gets harder and harder. I'm sure I could smack your balls hard enough to deflate everything, but then, that wouldn't be any fun, would it?"

    "No, it wouldn't."

    Sheila went back to the box and traded the crop for her leather paddle. She walked around the rack so she was standing behind Jason. "Oh, I can see we'll have to move this about another foot away from the wall. I need some swinging space. See, that's why I needed to subject you to all this tonight. Besides, I know you're lovin' it. In fact, I'm pretty sure I know what you'll be doing at home later on. Am I right, Jason?"

    Without waiting for his answer, she swatted his butt hard with the paddle. He let out a startled scream, but she continued on until his ass and the upper backs of his thighs were good and red. Then, reaching around to his front, she gave a few pats on his very hard cock. "There, I think that's enough for tonight. I can hardly wait for the rest of my equipment to get here. Can you hardly wait to help me set it up, Jason?"

    "Hardly. Especially the testing part."

    "That's my boy. And I can't thank you enough. In a couple of weeks, I'll be open for business. My clients will be very surprised and impressed. The ones I've mentioned it to don't seem to mind that I'll be charging more from now on."

    'That's good, Sheila.  Now can you let me down from here?"

    "Oh, sorry. I got carried away." She unfastened his legs and then cranked the winch in reverse and lowered him to the floor. When his wrists got low enough that she could reach them, she let him loose.

    "Whew! That was different alright. But everything seemed to work as planned. We did good."

    "We sure did. Now, here are your clothes. You probably don't need to put them on just to run across the street, but suit yourself. Imagine what the neighbors would think if they saw you leaving my house half naked. A young stud with this old lady."

    "Maybe they'd be jealous, you think?"

    "You're probably right. Unless they knew what was really going on over here. Then I don't know what they'd think."

    "They'd probably think that I was some kind of sicko!"

    "Right again. Now put your pants on and go home. Remember you have something to attend to."

    "Right." Jason said as he headed upstairs and to the front door.

    



CHAPTER 2

    

    Sheila parked around the corner from Melissa's apartment building. She was ten minutes early, so waited in her car. She pondered about what Melissa's need to see her again was all about, and thought about what responses she could have for her. At seven, Sheila walked to the front door and studied the list of last names next to the doorbell buttons. Damn, I don't even know her last name, much less her apartment number. What'll I do? Oh, yeh. Duh! Call her on the phone, dummy.

    "Hello," Melissa answered on the first ring.

    "It's me, Melissa. I don't know your last name, so I don't know which doorbell to press."

    "Oh, sorry about that. I should have thought to tell you when I asked you to come over. I'm in apartment 302. Third floor. I'll buzz you in."

    The buzzer buzzed and Sheila pushed the door open. Once inside she spotted the elevator and headed up to the third floor. When she stepped out into the hallway she saw Melissa waiting at the second door to the right, across the hall. "Hi, Sheila," she said. "I'm so glad you came. Come on in."

    At the door, they gave a hug and Sheila followed Melissa into her living room. "Have a seat," Melissa said. "What can I get you? Some wine, maybe?"

    "No, thanks. Maybe some juice or soda, or just water will be fine. I don't usually drink any alcohol when I'm going to be driving."

    "Sure. I have apple juice. Is that Okay?"

    "Perfect."

    Melissa returned from the kitchen area and sat on the sofa with Sheila. "Dinner'll be ready pretty soon. It's just some pasta. I don't cook much fancy stuff. Maybe someday I'll learn."

    "Of course. You're young. You'll figure it out one day when you have some time on your hands. I'm sure with your work schedule you don't feel like slaving over the proverbial hot stove in your off hours."

    They small-talked for a little while until dinner was ready, when they moved to the dining table.

    "You set a very nice table, Melissa," Sheila told her. "Tablecloth, candles, flowers. You had time for putting that together?"

    "Well, I had all those things here. Jason brought the flowers when he was over last weekend, and they lasted 'til now."

    "They still look fresh," Sheila replied. "How is Jason? You two still getting along okay?"

    "Yes, we are. He's a wonderful guy."

    "Is he the reason you wanted to see me tonight? Sounds like it shouldn't be from what you say."

    "But it is, nonetheless," Melissa answered.

    "Is it about your love life?"

    "The love life is fine. It's the sex life that's not perfect. I thought you could give me more insight, like you did when we met before."

    "What bothers you about it, dear?"

    "Well, let's see. I don't know exactly how to put it. I don't want to sound like I'm being selfish, you know. Oh, I don't know. This is so embarrassing."

    "It's alright, Melissa. You can tell me. I won't be judgmental. Chances are I've been there myself at one time or another."

    "You're great, Sheila. That's why I called you. Anyway. Here goes. Jason's a good lover, but he usually doesn't get as hard as I'd like. Like I told you before, and you told me about the nipple thing, which worked like you said it would. But I can't just be twisting his nipples every time we have sex. It seems that he gets just hard enough to penetrate me and then gets himself off. But I need more action inside."

    Sheila interrupted, "What about oral? Does he go down on you and get you off that way?"

    "Sometimes. That's about the only way he gives me orgasms. But I'd rather have a really good, hard cock inside. I wanted to use his morning hard-on again, but he insisted on pulling out of me and relieving himself in the bathroom. Said something like he couldn't feel anything that way. Anyway, by the time he came back to bed I was in the kitchen making breakfast. He wasn't too happy. Any suggestions?"

    "Yes. Plenty. But it'll take a while to explain everything. Let's finish dinner and then sit and talk. What I have to say will be just as shocking as it was the last talk we had, but I think it will help."

    Melissa and Sheila finished their spaghetti Bolognese, took the dishes to the kitchen, and then returned to the sofa. Melissa said, "Okay, Sheila. I'm all ears. Shock me."

    "It may not be as shocking as I had thought. I just remembered I told you some of this last time. But let me go a little further this time. Plus, I just had a great idea."

    "Go on."

    "First of all, judging from the quality of his erections that I've noticed during our sessions, he seems to be sexually turned on by two things. Pain is one, as you saw with his nipples. The other is bondage. I've noticed that as soon as I restrain him somehow so he can't defend himself, so to speak, he gets a hard-on. Before anything has even touched him. Lots of men?and women, for that matter, are that way. Bondage is a big turn-on for some people. Something about relinquishing the ability to control what happens to their body.

    "So, once I get him restrained some way, and he's already at least semi-erect, I cause him pain some way?not severe?but more than he would tolerate if he wasn't restrained. Then he gets real hard. The way you like him. 

    "Now, here's the idea I have. Let's figure a way for you to be in my house without him knowing it. I can have him over for some reason and then start one of our sessions where I restrain him and then whip or paddle him. He'll be blindfolded, and then you can come into the room and watch. If this is what he likes, you should learn what to do so you can please him. And get him good and hard for you."

    Melissa thought for a minute, and then said, "I guess that could work. I would like to watch this. Let's plan to do that. I'll leave it up to you to arrange everything."

    Sheila said, "I will. Remember, though, he mustn't know anything about our talking about this. That would probably be the end of your relationship. So 'mums' the word."

    "Sure."

    "Now, in the meantime, you could drop some little hints to him about trying some bondage and see his reaction."

    "Like what, for instance?"

    "Oh, like, maybe, 'How would you like it if I tied your hands behind your back and you went down on me?' Or 'Maybe one day I'll tie you to a kitchen chair and give you a blow job. Would you like that?' See what his reaction is to that, both verbally and penis-wise."

    "I can do that. Gosh, I hope all this works, Sheila. I love him so, and except for that one thing, our sex has been wonderful. Oh my God, Napa Valley was spectacular?and I don't mean the wine."

    "Well, my dear, there's no reason why it can't always be that way. You just have to find out what works for both of you. And communicate. That's important. Unless, of course, he has a gag in him mouth."

    "A what?" Melissa asked, surprised.

    "A gag. But that's for another lesson, later. Right now I have to be getting on. Going to do a little shopping on the way home. I'll make a plan and call you?soon."

    "Thanks a bunch, Sheila. Drive safely, and have a good night."

    "And thank you for the nice dinner. Tata."