Chapter 3: I Meet the Russian

Chapter 3: I Meet the Russian

As I sat in the coffee shop, I watched people walking by outside. Each one of those persons, man or woman, was possibly into B&D. That is, of course, Bondage and Discipline. That tall, handsome guy with the briefcase might go home and tie up his wife. That young woman with the shopping bag from a well known lingerie shop might be hurrying to her boyfriend to show off her new, very skimpy bra and panties, then beg him to hogtie her in them. You never know. There had to be a lot of people out there who were into the kinky life. There were certainly a lot of websites catering to them. But who are all those people? And how could I meet them?

As I sipped my coffee and fantasized, I had my laptop turned on. A lot of people do that in coffee shops. Suddenly I heard a voice behind me say, “Do you like that website?”

Quickly I closed the laptop. I had thought that no one could see what I was browsing but apparently I was wrong. I turned around, blushing with embarrassment, to find an older gentleman standing there. From the totally gray hair, he had to be in his seventies or so. His eyes were a deep blue and his beard a neatly trimmed goatee. He was smiling and reminded me a lot of a grandfather I had always loved when I was younger.

I found myself saying, “Yes,” without thinking. Then I blushed some more. I couldn’t believe that I was admitting to a total stranger that I found that B&D kink interesting. “I mean… I…” I stuttered.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said kindly. “A lot of people find such to be interesting.”

Oddly, I found myself at ease with this man. He was smiling gently, not leering or smirking as most men would have been.

“May I sit with you?” he asked politely.

I wave my hand at the empty chair next to me. Since it was the middle of the afternoon, the shop wasn’t not too crowded. I had picked a corner table with no one nearby. He sat down and placed a cup of tea on the table.

“My name is John,” he said, offering his hand. I took it and found his grip firm but not trying to crush you bones like some men. “Actually,” he went on, “my full name is Ivan Gospadin I Khozain. Everyone calls me John. That’s the same as Ivan, you know.”

I hadn’t, but covered up by introducing myself. “Everyone calls me Vicky,” I finished.

“I am most pleased to meet you, Vicky. I hope you’ll forgive me for looking at your computer. I didn’t mean to pry but the display caught my eye.”

“That’s okay,” I said, and flushed a little in embarrassment.

“The subject matter on that site is unusual,” he went on.

I could detect no criticism in his voice, and found myself bravely saying, “Are you familiar with it?”

He laughed and smiled. “Ah, yes, you could say that. Are you interested in that subject?”

My immediate impulse was to deny it, but I felt comfortable with this man. Besides, I would like the chance to talk to someone about that whole kinky field. I might have hesitated to talk about this with a younger man, but I felt at ease with John.

After glancing around to make sure no one was listening, I said, “Actually, I am very interested.”

“But you’ve never tried it.”

I was surprised he could read me so easily. “No, I haven’t, but…”

“You would like to try?” he filled in for me.

I think my face turned red with embarrassment. I could only nod.

“Please do not feel embarrassed,” he told me. “I have known many women who were quite into it. You are not alone in your interest, Vicky.”

A lot of questions came to mind. Here was someone who apparently knew a lot about B&D. I had to ask, “Have you tied up any women?”

Again he laughed, louder this time. “Oh, yes, my dear. Hundreds.”

“Hundreds?”

“Maybe more.”

“You’re not kidding me, are you?”

He took in a big sigh. “No, Vicky, I am not lying to you. I have been very active in this field all my life. Even as a professional.”

Suddenly I realized that here was my chance. I took in a deep breath then jumped in with both feet. “Can you tell me how I can learn about this?”

He paused, perhaps wondering if I was serious. Finally, he nodded. “You learn by doing,” he said softly. “But you have to be careful.”

It was my turn to nod. “I know. I’ll be letting others make me totally helpless.”

“And that turns you on?”

“Yes. I think I would find it very exciting.”

Again he paused before saying, “Vicky, you seem to be a very intelligent young lady, but innocent and naïve. There are some people who would take advantage of you for their own purposes. And those purposes may be detrimental for you.”

He reached across the table and placed his hand gently on mine. “If you will trust me, I will act as you mentor.”

“Would you?”

“I don’t make promises I don’t intent to keep.”

“Why would you do this? You don’t really know me.” I was wondering if he was planning more than just a little mentoring. But he was old enough to be my grandfather. He wouldn’t still be… capable of raping a girl? Or, for that matter, simply hurting her. Maybe he was a sadist and I could get into something that would be horrible. Then I looked into his eyes and found no deceit there.

Of course, maybe I’m not a good judge of character.

I sighed, and said, “I would appreciate that very much.”