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Bound To Heal  Ch. 01

By: EroticKeys



 Ch. 01: Accident 

NOTE: My first story. Some readers will find this story is a slower pace of erotica. Story characters are learning BDSM. Enjoy.

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The bar of soap moved aimlessly over Julie's warm slippery skin. Her mind was almost numb from the ache inside her. She had been thinking of her parents again.

The soap slowly stopped moving as she stared at the shower curtain, realizing she had been in the shower a long time. She placed the bar of soap on the soap dish, turned her body around to rinse off the soap and shut off the water.

Pulling back the shower curtain, she reached for the towel and started drying her 22 year old body. She noticed the condensed steam on the mirror and how it was dripping into the sink. Tears for my parents she thought, feeling the hollow ache inside her.

She wrapped her brown shoulder-length hair in a second towel and walked into her bedroom. The air was cooler and a shiver raced down her spine as she felt her nipples stiffen. She grabbed her thick terry-cloth bathrobe, slipped it on and wrapped it snuggly around her naked body, then tied the belt. 

She laid down on her bed and pulled a catalogue from the bedside table and opened it. Mindlessly, she looked through the pages, not really seeing the clothes as she turned the pages aimlessly. She was on her stomach with one shapely lower-leg balanced in the air as it moved slightly back and forth.

Another page of the catalogue settled flat after being turned, revealing a new section -- Lingerie. Julie seemed to sense this. She also noticed that some of the ach inside her had disappeared for the moment. This was the section Julie wanted to look at tonight.

Julie had recently made a decision to modernize her wardrobe. Last week, she had driven carefully into the city and purchased two new coordinated outfits for her new job and four pieces that could be mixed-and-matched giving her greater flexibility in her wardrobe.

Now, she was ready to buy underwear for the new clothes. As she scanned the photos of panties, bras and other items, her mind drifted back six or seven years, when she and her mom sat at the Kitchen table and played "Wish List." They would write down items and page numbers for a long list of clothes they'd both like to have. Then they would cross off things they really didn't need. What remained was a short list which they prioritized and budgeted for, over the next several months.

A tear fell onto the page. Julie suddenly realized she was just starring with blurred vision. She wiped her eyes, and the wet drop from the page, with the cuff of her bathrobe. The hollow ache and loneliness inside her had increased again.

Her discomfort had all started over a year ago, shortly after she had her first full-time job in the nearby town as a waitress. A police car had stopped in front of the diner's windows and the officer had walked in and asked for the manager. The diner's owner had called Julie over from waiting on a table.

The officer had steered her to a quiet corner of the diner and asked her to sit down. She had started to feel uncomfortable, however, nothing had prepared her for the tragic news the officer had told her that day. Her parents were killed in a car accident... her father died in the crash, her mother shortly after arriving at the hospital.

Just three months ago, shortly before her 22nd birthday, the family lawyer had recommended she accept an out-of-court settlement, which she finally did. It was certainly a nice addition to her savings, along with the life insurance payout for the death of her parents. However, the money didn't take away the ache and emptiness in her life.

In her overwhelming grief, Julie had not returned to her waitress job and had shunned most attempts to help her, specifically from any males trying to date her out of sympathy.

Now, with the repeated gentle urging from the family lawyer, she had just accepted a job in the office of a small company manufacturing custom tractor accessories that had recently expanded. She would start next week.

Julie could not get her mind on the catalogue. She closed it and placed it on the shelf of her bedside table. She walked into the bathroom while unwrapping the towel from around her head and shook out her slightly damp hair. The blow drier finished the job and she brushed her hair into a semblance of order.

She brushed her teeth and walked back to her bedroom and she slipped out of her robe, her naked body softly illuminated by the small bedside lamp. The shadow on the far wall revealed the shapely curves of a beautiful young woman. She reached into her dresser drawer and stopped. Should she wear a light cotton nightgown or a warmer flannel one? She grabbed the cotton with the little pink flowers and small green leaves.

She slipped the nightgown over her head and it drifted down over her softly rounded and slightly pointed breasts. The gown was unable to hide her protruding nipples, even when not aroused. Her straight torso and flat belly allowed the gown to drop more quickly. It then slowed and stopped at encountering the gentle swell of her young womanly hips and the slight curve of her cute ass cheeks. Rocking her hips back and forth, allowed the gown to drop to its full length, first covering Julie's dark triangle of pubic hair, then her long slim muscular legs. She crawled into bed and turned out the light.

Night time was always toughest for Julie as she tried to fall asleep thinking of her parents. Julie had assisted with the various farm chores and reduced the work load for her parents slightly. She thought of her father and how he had taught her to drive their pickup truck and the farm tractor. Learning to plough the fields and use the other tractor implements took more time but she soon was able to do much of the tractor work in the field as well. Her father had always been so loving and caring with his only child, wanting her to be successful in life, hopefully both in marriage and in a career.

Now though, she had rented out the farm land to her neighbour. She had also sold all the animals, so she had little work to do around the farm. Now, she wondered what her life would be like as she slowly fell asleep.

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The computer screen showed four different vibrators of various colors with a short description of each under the photos. Good information, but Doogan wouldn't be buying one for a while. He needed a willing subject first.

Doogan looked at the time in the bottom corner of the computer monitor -- 12:05 AM. Darn! Another late night and he had to be at work by 7 AM for a 12 hour shift. Doogan had stayed up late again researching a topic that had recently become a growing interest -- BDSM. He had read enough to learn there were many degrees and variations of BDSM, however, he was only interested in the milder erotic ways to arouse and pleasure women. There was enough pain in the world. Sighing, Doogan thought, too much information, not enough time. A smile appeared on his face as he thought of the other version of that saying about women.

Shutting down the computer, he went to his bedroom. He slipped off his sport shirt and dropped it into the laundry basket. His pants were next and he laid them on the chair. His boxers came off and followed the shirt into the laundry hamper. His 26 year-old body was just average, his arms showing a slight curve of some muscles even when relaxed. Some light coloured hair on his chest was a shade darker than the fair brown hair on his head. Muscular legs showed the results of many years of riding a bicycle as a kid and the squatting and kneeling as part of his job.

Baggy sweat shorts were plucked from the drawer and Doogan slid them up his legs. He had to stop and pull the elastic waist-band out from the front of his hips when his limp penis snagged the shorts. He grabbed a t-shirt from the drawer and slipped it on as he walked into the bathroom, brushed his teeth and returned to the bedroom. Doogan crawled into bed and turned out the light.

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Julie was frustrated and a little angry with herself. She hadn't purchased one item. Earlier this morning, her hopes were high and she was looking forward to the day. She was going to enjoy a fun and exciting shopping trip, however, as the morning progressed, it became tougher for her to make up her mind.

Today, she had spent extra time in this department store looking for new lingerie. The sales staff had been more than helpful. She had even been persuaded to try on a couple bras and camisoles. She had been uncomfortable taking off her clothes in the dressing room, even with the door locked. She had even carefully looked around for a hidden camera. Whether it was her nervousness or too many items to choose from, Julie couldn't seem to make the decision to buy: satin, embroidered, sheer, or lace, bras, panties, camisoles, matching sets or mix them up. The numerous selections were now overwhelming.

It had been so much easier when she was younger and mom helped her. Julie wondered if she would ever wear anything more modern and daring. No. "Daring" wasn't the right word. What was the right word? Sophisticated, sensual? Yes, sensual. Julie remembered what her parents had said numerous times, "Don't buy the first thing you see, shop around." Ok. Where to next?

Her stomach grumbled and she realized she was hungry. She hadn't had a mid-morning coffee and it was already 11:25. It was too late for coffee. Where would she have an early lunch? Here in this shopping mall, or maybe a fast food place while driving to the other shopping center. Her favourite burger place had a nice garden salad topped with slices of grilled chicken and it was next to the other shopping center she wanted to visit. Ok, that's it.

The traffic light ahead turned yellow, then red. Julie slowed down and stopped. She would have lunch and then continue her 'mission' of breaking out of her conservative lifestyle. Well, maybe not breaking out. More like just peeking through a crack in her shell of modesty.

Julie had been raised by strict but loving parents. While not truly old fashioned, her mother and father always seemed to have the right answers that prevented Julie from becoming "one of those wild and shameless girls." Looking back, Julie had been more than happy with both her childhood and teenage years. Now, in her early 20's, and alone in life, even picking out new underwear from the numerous styles and colours was a chore she found was becoming more unbearable.

Her mother had always purchased from department stores, never from specialty shops. First, the department store prices were cheaper and the specialty stores were not for "good upstanding girls" her mother used to say, since they offered a far naughtier selection. Now, Julie wanted something different, less conservative from the lingerie in the department stores. Her mind seemed to ignore the word naughty.

As she waited for the light to turn green, she remembered her parents again. She stared out the windshield, her hands barely holding the steering wheel, her head dropping forward slightly. The aching pain of losing her parents surfaced again.

HONK!

A horn from the car behind woke her from her thoughts. Julie looked up at the traffic light. It was green and two cars were already moving into the intersection from the lane beside her. She stepped on the gas harder than she wanted and her car accelerated into the intersection. 

BANG!

Her world shook violently, and started to spin around. Julie's mind thought about opening her mouth to scream but her jaw muscles never contracted, she never uttered a sound. Searing pain barely had time to register in her mind; then blackness. Nothing.

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It was a fine morning for late September. The sun was warming up the cold air. Thankfully, it had not gotten cold enough to create black ice on the road, but those mornings would be here all too soon.

Bart was slouched, partially leaning against the driver's door. He was half snoozing, trying to catch a few extra minutes of relaxation on this 12 hour day shift. After a brief flurry of accidents during rush-hour early this morning, it had been unusually quiet and he was going to take advantage of the lull in the stressful work. Of course, that meant trouble would be looking for them sometime in the near future. It was almost noon and his stomach was telling him it was either soup and sandwich or two chilli-dogs.

Across from Bart, Doogan sat in the passenger seat, fully relaxed, knowing he would not catch up on the hour of sleep he had missed last night when he stayed up late. He was thinking about the things he was learning... light bondage, caressing, teasing and denial, the roller-coaster of sensations and emotions. There were so many little things that could enhance the excitement and stimulation of sexual arousal and pleasure for women. He had spent the last few weeks researching and reading on the internet. There was a vast amount of information and the large number of toys and accessories for sexual fun seemed endless. The erotic stories on a few web sites were both enjoyable and educational. A smile slowly spread across Doogan's face as he remembered bits and pieces of stories he had recently read. Yes, lots more to learn.

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP

The loud tone alert from the radio in their ambulance announced an incoming emergency message.

Bart and Doogan both sat up. Bart reached out for the key to start the engine. Doogan grabbed his pen to write down the information contained in the message.

"172. Traffic accident at the intersection of Franklin and James," said the EMS dispatcher.

Doogan wrote down the address and picked up the radio's microphone, "172 responding to Franklin and James."

"10-4 172. Time is 11:41," said the dispatcher.

With the ambulance engine started, Bart was now switching on the emergency lights. Doogan reached over and switched on the power for the siren, making it ready for Bart to use. Doogan then checked for traffic on the right side of the ambulance, "Clear right."

From the left, a car on the road went by the front of the ambulance. Bart triggered the siren, its loud wail was an urgent warning to motorists to get out of the way. The ambulance moved ahead, turning out of the parking lot and heading east on the road.

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Julie felt pain but couldn't figure out where. She heard people talking but couldn't understand what they were saying. She felt something snug across her chest. She tried to move. The pain seared through her leg bringing with it a feeling of nausea. Oh God! Don't move that leg. What's wrong she thought, slowly realizing her head was throbbing. Her hand slowly touched her face and felt something sticky.

Suddenly she heard a high pitched noise getting louder, hurting her ears, sending the dull pain in her head exploding through her skull. Was that a siren?

The EMS paramedics' first sight of the accident showed one car on the sidewalk and impacted with a telephone pole. The rear door, roof and trunk were crushed in on the driver's side. Glass from the car's broken windows covered the intersection. A pick-up truck was stuck on the center median a short distance away. The driver's door on the truck was open and a man was still sitting on the seat holding a blood-covered cloth to his head. Bart radioed for a second ambulance before leaving his vehicle. Doogan had opened the ambulance side door and grabbed the trauma bag and the ventilator.

"Ok people, stand back please. Paramedics coming through. PLEASE MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!" Doogan approached the car and assessed the situation. He then moved in to start treating the only person in the car, a young lady. Bart was over assessing and treating the man in the pickup truck.

Paramedics? What's going on thought Julie as she tried to focus on the person in front of her. Then her vision became grey and her thinking became confused again. Julie was vaguely aware of people talking and having her body touched and held... of being moved and lifted... a sensation of floating and drifting... of light and dark.

Doogan started his patient assessment even as he began kneeling down next to the lady. He gently placed his hands on the sides of her head and held it gently but firmly and waited for Bart to arrive to apply the neck collar. 

"Hi there, I'm a paramedic here to help you. Just sit still and relax. Can you tell me your name?" said Doogan.

The lady opened her eyes and looked at him with a blank stare and moaned but didn't answer.

"Do you have any pain?" Doogan asked.

Still no answer, but she was looking at him.

Bart arrived beside Doogan saying, "The pickup truck has only the driver with facial cuts. I've radioed for a second ambulance." He grabbed a neck collar and attached it to the lady, He then set up the oxygen.

Doogan worked his way down her body. Her head was bleeding from a laceration and she was groaning so she wasn't unconscious but she didn't answer any questions. There was blood on her face, neck and blouse from the cut on her head. The young lady's dress was up around her hips, exposing her lovely legs and part of her white panties. One leg was deformed with an obvious fracture. Doogan pulled the dress down to help keep the patient covered then he held her head while Bart bandaged the bump and laceration on her forehead.

Doogan then looked at her blood-covered blouse and found a tear in the cloth with some blood. He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open exposing the right side of her bra. Her blood-soaked bra was also torn and some blood continued to ooze from the torn cloth. He cut her right bra strap with his sharp bandage scissors and carefully pulled the bra cloth down revealing her slightly pointed but softly rounded breast with its now exposed nipple and surrounding pinkish-brown areola tissue.

Doogan found a cut about 30 cm long on the outside of the lady's right breast. Doogan moved closer and looked at the wound. He couldn't readily see anything in the wound but that didn't mean something wasn't still embedded in there. He shivered at the thought.

He pulled out his penlight and pointed its beam of light at the wound, hoping he might see a shadow if any object was embedded in the breast tissue. He couldn't see any foreign object.

He looked at the beautifully pointed and slightly rounded breast thinking the wound might leave an unwanted scar for this nice young lady. He tenderly placed sterile dressings over the soft flesh then lifted the bra cloth back over the breast and the dressings. He used a safety pin to attach the bra cloth to the shoulder strap and pulled the lady's blouse back in place after checking her exposed ribs and stomach for injuries.

"This may be the evil weapon," said Bart from the other side of the car. He was holding a long handled ice scraper with some blood on one corner of its sharp edge. He held it up to the instrument panel and the radio's broken face plate, then towards the lady's body. "Looks like it wedged between the radio and her body, and the impact forced it into her chest."

Doogan pointed his penlight at the scraper and the bright light confirmed blood on the sharp corner. Doogan was thankful that Bart had spotted the ice-scraper -- the mechanism of injury. Now he knew there was probably no foreign object in the lady's lovely breast, but he hated to think of the soreness this lady would have to endure for a week.

Doogan worked to get her vital signs -- pulse, respirations and blood pressure. Then Bart and Doogan carefully worked to package the lady for extrication from the car. Her body was sprinkled with broken glass from the windows and it took them a minute or two to clear away some of the glass fragments.

First they wrapped her torso and head into the body splint. Doogan then folded her skirt up exposing her legs so it barely covered her panties. He then pushed one splint strap under her left hip and leg. His other hand reached between her thighs, brushing against her smooth warm skin next to her panties. He grasped the strap, pulling it through and up to clip into the buckle on the splint. He adjusted it snuggly next to her panties as it wrapped around her thigh and clipped to the body splint near her hip. 


Bound To Heal  Ch. 01



Bart was stabilizing the broken leg while Doogan slid the other strap under and around the other exposed thigh and tightened it. He then tightened the first strap. Applying the body splint had once again left her white panties exposed with her skirt bunched up low around her tummy.

Doogan pulled the lady's dress down several inches to cover her white panties and reduce her exposure.

Doogan and Bart were unable to treat her fractured leg from the way she was located in the car, so Bart supported the lady's fractured leg, as Doogan and another paramedic, who had arrived with the second ambulance helped lift the lady from the car using the body splint's handholds.

Then Bart and Doogan carefully splinted her lower leg. Doogan checked her toes for proper circulation.

She was then placed on, and strapped to, a spine-board, then onto the ambulance stretcher and lifted into the ambulance. Doogan finished starting an IV in the lady's arm as Bart closed one of the rear doors of the ambulance.

A police officer approached, "How is the lady, not too serious I hope?"

Doogan spoke quietly to the officer, "She has head, chest and leg injuries."

"Damn," said the officer, shaking his head. "Thanks for getting the other ambulance for the drunk driver of the pick-up truck. Witnesses said he blew through the red light. I've spoken with your medic-buddies. I'll be escorting that guy to the other hospital and then to jail if he has no serious injuries. Dispatch just sent his information. This guy's supposed to be under a five year driving suspension for a drunk driving accident a couple years ago. Wish we could lock these guys up and throw away the key. Take care and have a better day." He turned and walked towards the other ambulance.

Bard and Doogan looked at one another, each thinking the same thing... That other driver is in deep doo-doo.

The loud piercing sound hurt Julie's head again. Suddenly, a bright light was hurting her one eye. Then it hurt her other eye and the pain went straight to her forehead. She groaned. The light moved slightly left and right. It became bright, then blinding, and then bright again. She tried moving her head to stop the light from hurting her eyes, but something was holding her head.

The lady had been groaning while Doogan and Bart had treated her in the car, and now the oxygen was improving her level of consciousness.

Julie felt almost comfortable, a sensation of being embraced, wrapped up, and secure. However, the soreness was creeping back now and the pain was increasing in her head, leg and breast.

"Miss? Can you hear me?" a male voice said. "Miss? Come on, wake up. I need to talk to you, ask you some questions. Can you hear me?" Doogan persisted.

The lady moaned and her eyes followed his movements slightly.

"Good Miss. Stay with me here. What's your name?" said the voice again.

"Juuuleee," she mumbled, now hearing herself for the first time. Her eyes opened more, seeing a man in front of her.

"Ok, Julie. Do you have any pain? Where do you hurt?" said the voice. She saw his lips move at the same time she heard the voice. This man must be talking to her. He reached towards her with something in his hand.

She felt something cool and soothing on her forehead, on her cheek, and then the other cheek. "Mmmm," she moaned, feeling the refreshing coolness.

"Just a cold pack to help sooth you and bring you around Julie," the voice said.

She realized she was lying on her back, a strange sensation of moving. The man in front of her was looking intently into her eyes.

"Julie, stay with me now." the male said looking at her.

"Who . . . are you? Where am I?" she asked, now noticing the lights on the ceiling above this man. There was a feeling of motion again. A siren wailed for a second. Where was she? There was a stethoscope dangling from around this man's neck. She reached for the thing covering her nose and mouth.

"No Julie, leave the oxygen mask on. It'll help you breath," said Doogan as he gently held her hand.

"Julie, my name is Doogan. You've had a car accident. No. Don't move Julie. You are securely strapped down on a board for your protection to prevent any further injuries. There is a special collar around your neck and your head is taped to the board, so hold your head still. Julie, do you understand what I'm saying? Don't turn your head or move around. Just lay still and you won't have much pain. Do you understand Julie?"

"Yes..." She remembered now, she was driving her car, stopped at a red light, then, the realization hit her.

"Oh-No! The pain. I'm hurt. I going to die! OhmyGod!" Tears flowing into her eyes, then running down her cheeks, her vision now blurred. Fear taking hold of her mind, freezing her still instantly.

"Oh, help me please!" she heard her voice say. Now she wanted someone to hold her, to hug her. Anyone. She was in pain and alone, except for this man in front of her. She was really frightened.

"You're ok Julie. You're not going to die. You have a couple injuries, but nothing too serious," said the man in front of her.

Julie looked into the man's eyes not sure she was hearing him correctly. Her fear eased a little. Then she had a terrible thought. Was this man telling the truth or just trying to keep her calm until the end. Her mind snapped.

She remembered the sudden death of her parents in a car accident. She WAS going to die. "No! Help me please! Help me!" Her eyes were wide now with real terror. "Don't let me die!" She tried to reach out, to lift her head, to sit up. She got dizzy with the effort and relaxed.

"Julie, relax and lay still. Everything is going to be ok," said the man leaning over her. She felt him gently but firmly grasping her shoulders to both hold her still and gently reassure her.

Yes, fear, fright, and terror almost always in their eyes when they realized they were in the ambulance, always thinking they were going to die. Doogan still gently but firmly held her shoulders, reassuring, comforting.

"Julie . . . Julie listen to me! You're not going to die. Lay still and listen to me. You have a few cuts that we've bandaged, the bleeding is stopped. You have an injured leg, it's splinted for protection, so don't move your legs, Ok Julie? And you have an IV line in your arm. Do you understand? Julie, you're going to be ok. Please keep still and don't move around." Doogan didn't tell her he suspected a head injury, hopefully only a mild concussion, but that was the doctor's problem.

She felt the tremors roll through her, shivers of fear, not really believing this man, but wanting to . . . desperately. "Help me please, help me."

"Julie, you're in the ambulance on the way to the hospital, and things are looking better now that you're talking to me. You had me a little worried there for a few minutes but you're ok now," the man said.

She looked up at him, her mind a little calmer. His cheek had a smudge of dirt. His hair dishevelled and matted with the sweat on his forehead, his eyes moving, looking at her body. Oh. He's really looking at me closely. Her fear increased. Then she remembered seeing her dress crumpled up around her hips, her legs exposed in the car, embarrassment surfacing. She tried to look down but the neck collar and the tape held her head still but she could see the top of a blanket covering her chest. She blinked to clear the tears from her eyes, and relaxed a little more.

He reached over her head and then he was gently pressing a tissue to the edges of her eyes and wiping her cheeks. Why was he looking at me like that? Is there something wrong that he's not telling me?

"Julie, I'm going to gently press on your stomach. Tell me if you have any pain. Ok? Doogan said.

Julie looked at him a second, "Ok."

He carefully pulled down the blanket and gently pressed on her stomach. "Any pain here? How about here? And here?"

Julie answered, "No." to each gentle press on her stomach.

Doogan pulled up the blanket and looked down at Julie. "Good, things are looking better for you Julie." 

He reviewed the accident in his mind... thinking of things that may have hidden injuries. She had been slumped in the car semi-conscious and groaning, supported by the seat belt. A bump and laceration on her head from hitting the door frame. A lacerating puncture on her breast from the long handled ice scrapper when the car spun around and rolled over, then impacted the telephone pole. And her leg was fractured, deformed by the impact of the truck and the centrifugal force.

Doogan continued to visually check the treatment they had done to this lady. Relax, deep breath, let the stress out. She's ok now.

He now asked her the usual questions about ... name, age, doctor, meds, medical conditions, allergies, pregnant, hospital stays, next of kin, etc. He took another set of vitals -- pulse, blood pressure, respirations.

He's looking at me. The stern look on his face softened and a small smile appeared on his face.

He looked out the ambulance window for a few seconds watching landmarks go by, estimating time of arrive at the hospital. He then radioed the hospital providing the patient's condition so they would be ready when she arrived.

"Julie, everything seems ok. We can both relax. Things are looking better for you," said Doogan. He looked directly into her eyes, seeming to study her very soul, watching her pupils constrict and dilate when he moved his penlight near her eyes. Good, her eyes are reacting more normally now. She may be lucky... hope so.

The ambulance slowed and stopped.

"Julie, we're at the hospital now, so lay still while we lift you out and take you inside. His comforting gentle hand touched her shoulder again.

"Things are looking good Julie," he said. 

With her eyes closed, she tried to relax a little. She started to cry, tears running down her cheeks. A soft tissue moving across her cheeks clearing away the tears. She opened her eyes to see Doogan's face. There was tenderness and compassion there. She closed her eyes but the foreboding fear didn't go away.

Then the ambulance doors opened and she had a sensation of moving, floating, falling, suddenly more fear. Her eyes snapping open full of fright. She reached out to grab something to hang on to. The paramedics were lifting her out of the ambulance.

"No Julie, hands by your sides. You won't fall. We've got you. Don't worry. You're tied securely. You're safe Julie. Put your hands by your sides. We don't want to pinch your fingers in the doorways. Good girl," he said.

She watched the ceiling tiles and lights drift by overhead as she entered the hospital emergency department. They lifted her onto a bed. She watched the paramedic giving the nurse a report on her condition. Then he stepped next to the bed and leaned closer to her face.

"Julie, the doctors and nurses here will take good care of you," he said, "Hope you get better real soon." He smiled, giving her a big wink and a nod of encouragement. He turned and walked out of Trauma Room #3.

Julie looked at the nurse, "Who was that?"

"Doogan, the paramedic that treated you at the car accident," said the nurse as she started asking the same questions he had asked in the ambulance. She also checked Julie's information for her relatives and said she would call them shortly. Another nurse was starting to cut her clothes off and expose her firm young body for a more complete and thorough assessment and examination. "Be careful, she's covered in broken glass," said the other nurse.

Julie felt embarrassed and could feel her exposed nipples stiffening in the cool air. She tried to look down but the neck collar and splinting prevented that. She felt her body being slowly but carefully exposed by the two nurses. OhmyGod, I'm being stripped! Another wave of embarrassment washed over her. Tears started to blur her vision again.

They had her completely naked now except for bandages, the body-splint and the splint on her leg. They continued to brush away and pick pieces of glass from all over her body. Julie felt so exposed, helpless and embarrassed.

Just then the treatment room door opened and in walked a man in green scrubs, the emergency doctor. At the same time, Julie felt a warm sheet and blanket settle over her naked body as another wave of embarrassment flooded through her mind.

Julie felt a warm sheet and blanket settle over her naked body.

Bart was cleaning up the stretcher and equipment, making things ready for the next call. Doogan was writing his patient report. Almost complete, Doogan now needed to check the lady's address and date of birth for his report. He walked back towards Trauma Room #3 to verify the information and also see if any of their equipment had been removed from the patient.

As the doctor walked around the end of the bed, Julie noticed the paramedic also walking across the room. Ohmygod! Where had he come from? Had he watched the nurses cut her clothes off? Had she been exposed and naked for him to see? She felt even more embarrassment.

Doogan walked over to the nurse's station and looked at the patient chart and notes. The nurses had opened the lady's purse and found her driver's licence. It was paper-clipped to the nurse's notes on the patient's chart. He checked the information he needed and walked out of the room with only a quick glance at the patient now covered with a sheet.

He was thinking of the quick glimpse of Julie's beautiful and naked body when he had followed the doctor into the room. She looked secure and comfortable wrapped in the splinting. Her one breast exposed, the other was covered by some dressings. Her dark pubic hair covered her prominent mons pubis, so erotically displayed by the shape of her pubic bone. Stop, he thought, he couldn't take advantage of a nice lady in such a desperate situation. It wasn't proper. He walked back to the small office for EMS personnel, sat down at the desk and completed his patient report.

End -- Bound To Heal -- Chapter One.



Bound To Heal Ch. 02



Chapter 02: Surprises

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Julie's aunt flew in from out west. She was tired, but concern for her niece helped to keep her going. She yawned as she found Julie's hospital room. She poked her head in the doorway and saw Julie lying in bed staring out the window. "Hi there, anyone home."

Julie's face lit up with happiness. "Oh Aunt Nancy, I'm so glad to see you." Julie started to cry before Nancy could take four steps to the bedside. Nancy gently wrapped her arms around Julie and hugged her tenderly and then kissed her cheek.

Julie tried to stop crying and took a tissue from the box on the bed to dry her eyes.

Nancy stood up and looked down at her niece. "Julie, how are you feeling? Do you have any pain?"

"I'm feeling better now that you're here. I have a little pain. The medications are helping."

"When we got the phone call from the hospital and heard you'd been in a car accident, we all feared the worst. We were all so frightened that... umm... We were so relieved to learn you're not hurt too badly," said Nancy.

Nancy pulled a chair over beside the bed, "I've just had a short talk with the nurses and I'm glad you're doing so well in just the first 24 hours." She took Julie's hand and squeezed it firmly, as a sign of comfort and reassurance. "I'm here for you Julie. Do you need anything right now? Anything at all?"

"Well, I have no clothes. They cut them all off in the emergency department because they were torn and covered in blood and broken glass."

"Ok Julie, I understand you'll be in the hospital for a couple days so you won't need many clothes right away. I'll get some of your things. I guess you'll want panties, every girl needs panties. How about a bra... probably not with the bandage on your breast; and a loose blouse too; a loose skirt, slacks or jeans won't go over the cast." said Nancy. "Oh, do you need pads? Are you...?"

"Oh Aunt Nancy, I'm not -"

"Ok, stop right there. If I'm going to stay and help you, the first ground rule is that you stop with the Aunt Nancy stuff. The "Aunt" part makes me feel so old. Given the circumstances, and your age, please just call me Nancy. You're old enough now. Ok Julie?" she said with a big smile and a wink.

Julie smiled and nodded her head, "Ok Aun... Nancy, but it will feel strange to not call you Aunt."

"We'll both get used to it. I'd like to stay for a couple weeks and help you at the farm, ok?" said Nancy. "Besides, we haven't seen each other since I moved out west, except only briefly at the funeral. I want to make sure you can get around before I leave. We were all concerned about you and now with this obvious limited mobility, you're going to need someone to pamper you for a while and I'm just the lady to help," Nancy said smiling.

"Oh, thank you Aun... umm... Nancy," smiled Julie, feeling some of the loneliness fade. Of all her relatives, Julie was glad Nancy was the one to come and help. She was also full of knowledge, teaching history and geography to grade school students. Julie could listen for hours to Nancy talk about history and geography. 

They talked for almost 30 minutes and then Nancy said she should go and get settled at Julie's farm house, catch a little sleep and she'd be back in the afternoon with some of Julie's clothes.

"My purse is locked up, but the nurses can get it for you. The house key is in the zippered outside pouch," said Julie, "The keys to the pick-up truck are in the cupboard next to the side door. Oh, do you know how to drive a standard gear shift?"

"Child, I've been a gear-grinder for years. Don't you worry about me. Five minutes behind the wheel and I'll be ready for tractor trailers," Nancy said smiling as she leaned down and kissed Julie on the cheek. "Be careful. If you need anything, ring for the nurses. See you later." 

* * *

Nancy opened the farm house door as the taxi drove back out the farm lane. Nancy put her things in the bungalow's spare room and noticed that Julie's parent's bedroom door was closed. She peeked inside and everything seemed the same. Nothing had been moved since the funeral, over a year ago. Obviously, Julie or someone had dusted and cleaned in here. However, it was as if Julie's parents still lived here.

Nancy closed the door and walked into Julie's room. Sheer lace curtains covered the window and the blind was down halfway. The four-poster canopied bed with its frills looked fresh and well kept. The room was neat and clean with a shelf of teddy bears and stuffed animals above her desk and the computer. The usual hair brush and other girl essentials covered the top of the dresser. Nancy felt tired now and walked back to her room.

The doorbell rang.

Nancy went and opened the door, "Hello."

"Hi there... I'm Agatha from across the road, pointing to the farm house a couple hundred yards away. I saw the taxi and came over to check things. We check on Julie to make sure she is ok. May I ask who you are?" 

"Hello Agatha, Julie has mentioned you in her letters. I'm Aunt Nancy from out west. I flew in this morning and I just came from seeing Julie in the hospital and -

"Oh my Lord. Is she alright? What happened?" Agatha interrupted.

"Julie had a car accident. She has a concussion and a broken leg. She'll be home in a few days. I'll be staying a while to help care for her."

"Oh, thank heavens she's not too seriously hurt. She has not been herself since her parents past on and we can't pop over as much as we'd like."

"Agatha, thank you for your concern for Julie. If you don't mind, I've been up really early on the airplane, so I'm a little tired. I'm going to get some sleep and see Julie later this afternoon," Nancy said.

"Oh, of course. Sorry to keep you up Nancy. Have a nice sleep and we'll see each other over the next few days. Good bye," said Agatha.

Nancy closed and locked the door. She watched Agatha get on her bicycle and head out the driveway. 

In her bedroom, Nancy slipped off her blouse and unzipped her skirt. She dropped her bra on the chair with her other clothes and slipped off her panties. She walked naked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She stepped into the warm spray and sighed, closing her eyes and leaned against the shower wall, enjoying the heat as her body relaxed. She would sleep well after the shower. Nancy took the soap and washed all over, giving her firm breasts a little extra attention, caressing the slippery soap covered nipples.

Nancy's breasts were just perfect for her body. They were nicely rounded with a slightly pointed uplift at the nipples. However, her nipples were not the standard issue given to most girls. Nancy's had small areola but the nipples were oversized firm pencil erasers, even when not aroused. She had to wear an undershirt when she was young and a padded bra since puberty otherwise people couldn't help but notice the two erotic bumps on the front of her blouses.

The sensations were building slowly in her overly tired body. Yes. A nice orgasm would also help her fall asleep too. She moved the soap between her legs and worked it back and forth feeling the pleasurable urges getting stronger. Then she gently slipped her fingers into the soft folds of her pussy, caressing on both sides of her clit hood, enjoying the erotic sensations her body was giving her mind. She placed the soap on its shelf and spread her pussy lips, rinsing away all the soapsuds. Turning off the shower, she dried her body, being gentle with her pussy.

She walked back into the bedroom, her breasts jiggling slightly, providing just enough sensation to let her know that her nipples were stiff and sensitized. She opened her suitcase and pulled out a long white nightgown and dropped it on a corner of the bed.

She then pulled out a black case and opened it revealing two instruments, one a long multi-tapered pale green tempered glass dildo and the other a red vibrator with a curved tip. She selected the vibrator. She was tired and wanted this one to be quick. She lay down on the comfortable bed.

She looked at the vibrator. This was part of her only habit. Other folks might consider it an addiction -- hedonistic pleasures leading to wonderful orgasms. She had no other "bad" habits - no smoking, no sweet tooth, no gambling, no shoe shopping and no relationship issues.

Her very fit and muscular husband had died early in life from a short fight with what they claimed was asthma from installing insulation in construction. The construction union had helped with the insurance claim which had added to her financial security as a widow. It was from her husband's inability to perform sex due to his illness, during his last year, that she had turned to the wonders of technology in order to be faithful to her husband and their marriage. Now after a four year period of morning, she was considering an end to her forced celibacy.

The softness of the bed felt so good. She almost put the vibrator down to fall asleep right away. No. Before she could really have a good sleep, she needed to relieve some of the tension in her tired body caused by the long early morning flight, the lack of sleep and this latest family crisis. Thank heavens Julie wasn't too seriously hurt.

She flicked the switch and the vibrator jumped into action. Nancy let her legs fall open slightly and moved the vibrator over her breasts and around her nipples, feeling the tingling sensations building her pleasure-lust. Down across her stomach and into her thick brown pubic hair, the red tip searched for a destination. 

Then as if teasing, it changed course and moved down along the crease between her leg and her pussy, then back through her curly hairs. It vibrated its way into the top of her valley of pleasure, circling her clit-hood sending sparks of pleasure through her body and then went down through the soft folds of her warm damp pussy. Up and down it teased, just like her husband used to do with the head of his cock, urging her body to give up its slippery love juice.

Then the red tip swirled around her vagina. She felt the vibrator moving easier in her growing wetness. Nancy purred a low moan. She never got tired of these pleasurable sensations. She slowly started to push and pull the vibrator in and out, enjoying the tingling vibrations, and wanting more. She started moving her hips, up and down, urging her body to meet the vibrator.

The fingers of her other hand caressed her nipples, occasionally squeezing and gently twisting them for pleasure. The hand now slipped down and two fingers pulled back her protective clit-hood exposing her pink clit to the caress of her middle finger. Gently her finger circled her clit, barely touching and teasing it as the tingling sensations from the vibrator drove her pleasure-lust higher.

Now she consciously started to bend her knees and spread her legs... slowly... reluctantly... her mind thinking of her imaginary lover... yes spread your legs for me... I know you're shy but spread them wide for me... you want to show me... yes, show me your lovely pink pussy... good girl, expose your pussy to me... do you feel excited with your legs spread open... good girl... spread wider, show me your pink pussy... your slippery glistening vagina... those beautifully soft pink petals that so nicely cling to my fingers as they swirl teasingly at your private and secret opening. Now, show me how you play... touch yourself... caress your clit and let the pleasures build to the orgasm you know you want. Go ahead, play, masturbate... yes, good... it feels so nice... faster now... yes, play... 

Nancy's fingers were a blur, and the pleasurable tingling from the vibrator quickly encouraged her orgasm to explode along her nerves with a pulsing pleasure that streaked through her body... OHHH... OHHH... AHHH... she moaned and panted, her fingers slowing their firm twitching movements across her clit, then, removing her fingers from it altogether. She slowly stopped the plunging motion of the red vibrator and pulled it from her slippery wet pussy and switched it off.

She lay there for a minute, enjoying the waves of pleasure pulsing with her muscles. Yes, she would have a good sleep now. She rolled over and grasped two tissues and wiped her slippery wetness away. She wiped the vibrator and set it on the bedside table. She rolled over and pulled up the sheet and blanket to cover her naked body, her mind already asleep, waiting only seconds for her body to stop its last pleasure-pulses to finally sleep as well.

Nancy's clean white nightgown slid off the corner of the bed, forgotten.

* * *

It had been a hard day, including two cardiac arrests, a couple car accidents among other calls, and one overtime emergency call. Doogan had arrived home late again at 8:35 pm.

He had just placed four chicken fingers in the oven and some green peas in a pan on the stove to heat up. He also placed an apple on the counter from the fridge.

He stripped out of his clothes and stepped into the shower to wash off the day's sweat and grime. The soap made his firm body slippery and when he started washing his penis, the soap slipped out of his hand and bounced in the tub.

He continued to lather the soap on his penis, enjoying the pleasurable tingling when he stroked the ridge on the head of his penis. The pleasurable sensation was not entirely unexpected, it happened every time he washed and was mildly erotic.

He bent down to pick up the soap and the spray from the shower hit him right on his anus providing another little sensual pleasure. He continued to wash the rest of his body and then rinsed off under the spray, shutting off the water.

He quickly towelled off and had trouble pulling up his sweat shorts over his damp legs and snagged his penis on the shorts. He pulled the shorts away from his body and his manhood disappeared into the shorts.

He ate while searching the net, closely watching the clock tonight. He was going to get a full eight hours sleep, which meant going to sleep at 10 pm. He didn't have much time before going to bed.

He had spent 40 minutes researching various nipple clamps on the web. He had found two that may fit his prospective use - they were adjustable to provide some discomfort. He had no plans on hurting his "sub". Hmmm, "submissive". Was he beginning to think in terms of being a dominant? He could never be what some of the stories described them as being. No. He would have difficulty being one in the mildest sense of the word.

Ok. 9:30. He had just 20 minutes of time left before getting ready for bed.

He quickly changed his search to local erotic stores and found there were two in the city. He checked the addresses and remembered where one was, picturing the store-front in his mind. The other was in a shopping mall.

Doogan shut off the computer, brushed his teeth and went to bed.

* * *

Two days later, Doogan visited the erotic store.

"Hello, may I help you," said a girl from behind the counter.

"Just looking at the moment, thanks," said Doogan, as he stood and looked at all the erotic merchandise. Wow, where do I begin he thought. Ok, I've got triangular bandages, but I'd really like a set of leather cuffs. A blindfold would be a good thing. A dildo or a vibrator too. Heck, just wander around he thought, see what they've got. He spent 25 minutes wandering the isles and finally left the store, not sure what to buy first.

The next day Doogan visited the store again. 

The girl watched him when he was near the store front and on the security monitor in the back two isles. He had stood in the middle of the isle and just looked. Occasionally, he would lean over and read a product box or tag and then stand up again. He made no movements that would make her think he was trying to shop lift. When he came back to the front of the store she asked, "Can I help you find something?"

Doogan had not really paid any attention to the girl when he came in, other than a quick glance when he said hello -- red hair and a nice face.

He now looked at her more closely -- very nice face, average figure, clean clothes - blouse and slacks, small necklace and a touch of makeup.

"Well, I'm just not sure what I need," he said looking around, avoiding looking at her.

She had seen it before. A handsome young man coming in after reading about bondage and BDSM, figuring he could tie up a girl, or girls, and convince them to have sex with him through promises of orgasms and pain. Well, she was here to sell stuff, and she did know what girls wanted, girls that were into bondage and orgasms, she thought, almost giggling out loud.

"Are you into the life style?" she asked, knowing the answer.

"Life style, oh, no, just a little reading. Came in to see what there is in the way of toys," Doogan said, somewhat embarrassed.

"I see. Do you have any toys now?" she asked.

"No," he said, getting more embarrassed.

"Do you have a girlfriend or someone who is interested in certain types of toys?" she asked.

"Umm, no," Doogan said, his mind about ready to do the flight thing - not fight. 

"What have you read?" she asked.

A bunch of stuff on the web," he replied.

"Ok, there are a number of good information sites, but may I suggest a book," as she walked towards the books and magazines. She picked up one fairly thick book and handed it to Doogan who had followed her.

The book cover showed a photo of black thigh high boots with heels as long as telephone poles. One of the authors was a female, maybe even the woman on the cover.

"This is an excellent reference," she said.

"Oh, have you read it?" Doogan asked, a little surprised. She didn't look like a girl who was into BDSM.

"Yes, and I found it fascinating. I read sections of it now and again to remind me of stuff," she said.

"I see," he said, looking at the book's table of contents. "So you have lots of experience?" he said as he was reading the chapter titles. "Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked, I was reading," he said embarrassed.

"That's ok. I understand," she said, smiling at his concentration on the book. "Yes, I have some experience and to answer your next question -- Yes, I do enjoy bondage and a few other things."

Doogan looked up from the book, surprised at what he had just heard.

She could see the surprise on his face. It was always interesting to see strong young men become so shy and embarrassed when first talking about sex and bondage with a girl they didn't know. This guy seemed genuinely interested and a complete novice.

"Do you mind if I ask you a question about BDSM?" she asked, looking into Doogan's eyes.

"Umm, ok," said Doogan, a little nervously.

"Would you be willing to tell me how you got interested in BDSM?" she asked.

Doogan thought for a second, "I saw book covers with girls in bondage, and I bought a couple -- the Story of O, and some other erotic bondage fiction. I rented a few movies including the Story of O. And then I started reading on the web, and watched a few movies too. It was all very interesting, but some of the stuff I didn't like. I have found that just the bondage without the pain and torture is what I'm interested in." 

"Ok. It seems you know there are many variations of BDSM and you have found an area of interest that is milder than most. Do you plan on learning suspension and ropes?" she asked.

"No, I don't think so, just some basic restraint cuffs and erotic teasing to increase the excitement and the girl's pleasure," said Doogan.

"Ok. But this is not something you can read about and become a master or dominant overnight," she said with a smile. "It takes plenty of experience and understanding."

"Oh, I'll be the first to admit I know very little and I have no experience," said Doogan, embarrassed.

She smiled at him. He was shy but he knew what he wanted. "Have you talked with girls about this?" she asked.




Bound To Heal Ch. 02



"No. What girl would sit and talk about this with a stranger?" said Doogan.

"You never know, she said, thinking he must not have a girlfriend. "Ok. Are you going to buy the book?"

"Yes, thank you," said Doogan.

"Good," she said, accepting the book from Doogan to scan it's bar-code and completing the sale.

"You seem like a nice guy. How would you like to talk with a girl who has some experience with bondage and BDSM?" she asked.

"Really? Doogan said, completely surprised.

She noted his surprise. "Yes," she said. "Me. My lunch break is in 10 minutes and the owner will be here shortly. Grab a seat in the diner across the street and I'll talk with you." she said.

"Ok," said Doogan, astounded. A girl was willing to talk to a complete stranger about bondage, BDSM and sex.

He found a booth at the end window so she wouldn't feel trapped but still allow for some privacy. A few minutes later he watched the girl cross the street. She sat down across the table from him.

"Hi, I'm Stacy." She held out her hand.

Hello, "I'm Doogan," he said as he shook her hand. "Are you sure you want to do this? Talk about this with a stranger?" he asked.

The waitress arrived and took their orders. 

"No problem. You seem like a nice guy and since you just asked that question, I think I can trust you while we have lunch and talk." she said with a smile. "Ok, what do you find so interesting with BDSM?" 

"Umm," Doogan started, unsure of himself, "I think it would be nice to know how to please a girl beyond just basic sex and loving. It seems some of the bondage and blindfold surprise stuff is perfect, and I'd like to be prepared when the time comes to give that extra pleasure to the girl." 

"Interesting. So you don't think you'd be into extreme torture and pain?" Stacy asked.

"No, I work in health care. I don't hurt people. I try to stop pain," Doogan said. "May I ask about your interest in this?"

"I've been into bondage for about five months and I love it. I don't do really kinky or extreme stuff." she said, pausing. Ok . . . I'm going to take a chance here and suggest something. No last names and no phone numbers. We meet in a public place and talk again. Would you be interested in just talking about this?" asked Stacy.

"Sure," said Doogan. "I'm off tomorrow. How about here for lunch?"

"Fine," she said, "Same time."

"Do I bring a note pad?" Doogan asked, half in jest, half seriously.

"No," she said, smiling. "We just talk about stuff. After a couple talks, I'll let you know how I feel."

"How you feel?" asked Doogan, a puzzled look in his face.

"Yes, I may consider being your mentor to help you learn," Stacy said.

"What? Really?" Doogan was dumbfound, the surprise showed on his face.

Stacy smiled, "Yes Doogan, really. And given your reaction just now, I think it may be possible, we'll see. Besides, I get to receive all that fun and pleasure."

Their food arrived and they ate while talking about some of the toys and then she finished her lunch and headed back to work.

* * *

Doogan arrived early the next day and was lucky to get the same table. Stacy sat down and they ordered. This time Doogan would pay for her lunch.

"Hello Doogan. Did you read any of your new book last night?" Stacy asked.

"Hi Stacy. Yes. I found the bondage section very interesting. It says there are people who are just into bondage and nothing else," Doogan said. "No torture or pain. That's what I'm trying to learn."

They ordered lunch when the waitress arrived.

"Good. Now here's what I'd like you to do, if you're willing. I want you to write a short story about what you'd do to a girlfriend to get her interested enough in bondage to try it for the first time. No more than two pages. I have to read it here during my lunch. And don't copy something from an erotic fiction novel. I've read a couple hundred of them," she said smiling. 

"I'm not very good at telling stories," Doogan said. "But, I'll think of something. It won't be very good."

Stacy smiled, "I'm not looking for a best seller. I'm interested in how you think about treating girls, how you think when you have total control, and how you get that control. Making it a story is easier than trying to write an instruction manual. You will have your feelings in the story. That's what I want to see as well."

They talked more about a couple toys as they ate and then she went back to work.

Doogan spent the afternoon typing on his computer. After three hours of frustrating work with his two index fingers, he had almost two pages. Just a little more to fill the second page he thought. 

After dinner, Doogan watched his two favourite TV crime shows that ran back-to-back. The boss cuffed the smart ass playboy detective in the back of the head again tonight. And in the other show the two macho detectives continued their friendly banter as to who was the better driver.

He then went to bed and read more of his new book.

Next morning, Doogan read his short story and found a dozen problems. Clearly, he was not a story teller. He spent most of the morning rewriting the story. At 11:30 am he drove to the erotic store.

He walked in and Stacy was serving a customer. She noticed him but stayed focused on the customer.

"Hi Doogan," she said as the customer left. "Ready, for another talk?" she asked with a smile.

"Yes, but I think you'll be reading most of the time," said Doogan, as he pulled a folded sheet of paper from his pocket. "It's not very good."

An older gentleman came through the rear door.

"I'll be across the street," said Doogan as he left.

"Who was that?" the store owner asked.

"A new customer who wants some detailed information about some merchandise. I said I'd talk with him," said Stacy. "He'll likely buy a number of items."

"He's not a boyfriend?" the owner asked, suspiciously.

"No, never met him until he came into the store. Check the security tapes, He bought a book and is back for some information. I'm going to talk with, your customer, on my lunch time, Is that ok?" asked Stacy.

"Ok, go to lunch," said the owner, looking at the clock. "You've got an extra five minutes."

Big deal thought Stacy.

Doogan sat patiently and silently while eating his lunch, watching Stacy reading his story and her eating lunch at the same time.

"That's a nice little story Doogan," she said. "I see you're trying to convince her without telling her anything, trying to make it a complete surprise. As you've shown in the story, some girls don't like surprises and they just have to know everything. Other girls are willing to accept surprises and don't need to have all the details all time. You chose the harder story-telling, either by chance or deliberately. Either way, you solved the problem. She trusted the guy enough to accept the surprise and take the chance. In the end, she enjoyed the experience."

"Thanks," said Doogan. I really didn't know what I was talking about. I'm glad you liked it."

"Doogan, you know enough about boy-girl interactions and very basic bondage to write the story. You know enough to get started," said Stacy smiling. It was clear, in the story, that Doogan wanted to learn bondage and the girl was treated nicely by the boyfriend. Doogan did seem to be a nice guy.

Doogan was watching her, wondering what she was thinking.

"Ok, Doogan, I think we can have one or two more talks, but not during lunch. We have to meet somewhere else after work. My boss doesn't like guys hanging around talking to me."

"I'm sorry Stacy. Did I get you in trouble?" Doogan asked with concern.

"No problem, I took care of it. I'm not in trouble and it wasn't your fault," said Stacy smiling. Now, I don't have a car, I use the bus. Where can we meet that is convenient?"

"I have a car and live in the south end of the city," said Doogan. I'll meet you anywhere you like."

"How about the Tim Hortons near Riverside Park this Sunday around 10 am?" she suggested.

"Great," said Doogan.

* * *

Doogan sat in his car in the parking lot, listening to one of his home made erotic CDs and watching the bus stop. He had read some more sections in the new book and was learning about safe words and signs of distress. Well, he already knew a lot from his medic and safety training and that would help prevent problems. However, he was short of technical bondage knowledge and the psych stuff.

A bus stopped and Stacy came out of the rear doors, walking towards the donut shop.

Doogan got out of his car and started across the parking lot towards the door.

Stacy saw him and smiled, meeting him at the door.

"Good morning Stacy. Have a good sleep?" asked Doogan.

"Hi Doogan. Yes thanks," she said.

They got their refreshments and sat at a corner table. After 35 minutes of talking, during which she briefly explained she wasn't too pleased with her boyfriend's insistence to do extreme and painful BDSM, Stacy asked, "Ok, if we went into the park and sat at the picnic tables near the parking lot, how would you restrain my arms and erotically tease?"

"Is this right now or are we friends and you're expecting something?" Doogan asked.

"Both. I'm expecting some sort of a surprise, but we are not friends yet," said Stacy, smiling. 

"Um... Ok, I'm sitting at one of the picnic tables and you walk over and sit down beside me. I say, 'I've got a little surprise for you if you're interested.' You want to know what it is. I say, "Can I show you?' You say 'ok.' I say, 'Please hold out your hands with your fingers interlaced.' You look at me puzzled, but hold out your hands. I pull out a triangular bandage, make a clove-hitch, and slip it around your wrists, tightening it comfortably. I ask you to sit sideways on the seat and straddle it. I sit close behind you and start whispering naughty erotic things in your ear. Ok?" says Doogan. 

"Nice," says Stacy with a smile. "What's a triangular bandage?"

Doogan explained it was a piece of cloth, triangular in shape, and folded up. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled one out, opened it, then folded it up. He made a couple quick flicks of his wrists and held up a clove-hitch loop. "I dare you to slide your hands into the loop," he said with a big grin.

Stacy looks at him with surprise, "Wow, that was quick. Just as fast as handcuffs," she said smiling. She looked around, then slipped her hands into the loop. "Ok?"

Doogan grabbed the ends of the bandage and pulled them snuggly, but not tight. "There, is that comfortable?" he asked. He was still smiling.

"This is nice and comfortable. Can you tighten it a little more?" she asked.

Doogan did, "That tight enough?"

"Tight, yet comfortable," said Stacy. "I've never seen this before. You do know a few things she said smiling. Ok, you can take it off now."

Doogan took it off.

"Ok, how would you restrain my legs and feet?" she asked.

"The same way. One around the knees with padding between the knees and one around the ankles, also with padding," said Doogan.

"Ok, tell me what you'd say to me at the picnic table in the park," Stacy said. 

"Ok. This is for a little fun and excitement. This won't hurt and if you ask, I'll untie you right away... Umm... Now, that I have you all tied up and laying across the railway tracks, are you going to sign over the deed to the ranch?" said Doogan with a big grin, his fingers twisting the ends of a large imaginary mustache.

Stacy laughed, "Ok, ok please don't hurt me. Please let me go. I'll sign." as she wiggled her shoulders in a mock struggle with the imaginary ropes. 

"Ok Penelope, I'll untie you, but you better sign, if you know what's good for you," said Doogan.

"I like it. You do have imagination," she said with a smile. "Ok, it is a couple months from now, we're friends and we know each other. We're at the park again in the same position. Tease me erotically." said Stacy.

"You are straddling the bench and I move up snuggly behind you and wrap my arms around you, with my head next to yours as I whisper. 'How are you now, warm and comfy?' You say, 'Mmmm.' I say, 'Would you like me to caress you all over, right here in public?' You say, 'No, people will see." I say, 'No they won't.' as my hands come to rest on your coat, cupping your breasts. 'Too bad my fingers can't caress your nipples, you'd be moaning in a minute, asking me to do more naughty things that you like.' Ok?" Dooagn asked.

"Very nice Doogan, you've got me interested. Let's go to the park and bring your bandage," she said with a smile, standing up.

"Now?" said Doogan, wide-eyed.

"Sure, let's go," she said, continuing to smile, knowing he was nervous.

Doogan drove them to the park and Stacy sat down straddling a picnic bench.

"Tie my wrists and then snuggle up behind me like you said," Stacy said with a smile.

"Are you sure?" Doogan said, looking around, concerned.

Stacy smiled, "Don't look around, just do it."

Doogan quickly tied her wrists and sat down behind her, getting close and wrapped his arms loosely around her.

Stacy turned her head and looked at Doogan, "Come on, snuggle up tight against me and hug me closer." 

Doogan can't believe this is happening. He nervously presses his crotch against her ass, knowing she can feel his penis, enjoying the erotic naughtiness of it. He gently hugs her, feeling her breasts give as he tightens his hug. "Ok?" he asks.

"Mmm, nice and comfy," she says softly, "Talk to me. Tease me. Make it good."

Doogan thought about repeating the "Penelope in distress story" then changed his mind. "It feels so nice, so exciting, to be this close to you, to hug you like this. I could really get to like this. Are you ok? Do you feel safe enough to continue?"

"Yes, thanks Doogan. Go ahead," she said.

He turned his head and kissed her neck above her coat collar. "Mmm, you smell nice."

A shiver ran down her spine, At the moment she felt safe and didn't feel Doogan was a threat. But she couldn't let her guard down completely, not yet. His hands moved and cupped her breasts, gently pressing against them.

"Too bad my hands are outside your coat, your nipples would be stiff with desire from my caresses," he whispered in her ear.

"My coat does have a zipper," she said softly, smiling to herself. He is being careful and gentle, nothing rushed. He seems to have some basic erotic knowledge, and while a bit shy, is learning very well.

Doogan pulled her coat zipper down to mid chest and slipped his hand inside. He cupped her blouse covered breast and gently made small slow circular movements. His other hand dropped down and rested on her thigh inches from her crotch, feeling the warmth of her through the jeans. "Are you trying to make me do naughty things to you, things that you like?" he asked.

"Maybe. You know I said I liked this stuff," she said smiling, letting her head drop back onto his shoulder, closing her eyes. "Mmm, more please."

Doogan was unsure of himself. He wondered how far he could go. "Stacy, please tell me if I start going too far."

"I will Doogan. Don't worry, Please make it nice for both of us," she said softly.

Doogan found the buttons to her blouse and undid a couple, then slid his hand inside. Her skin felt wonderful -- warm, soft and smooth. He caressed her chest under her throat, then inched down feeling the upper swell of her breast, then the edge of her bra. "Is this a little exciting for you?"

She could feel his head turning around, checking to see if others were watching. Good, she smiled to herself. He's thinking of security for both of them. "It's always exciting doing things in public," she said softly. "Mmm, more please."

The butterflies in Doogan's stomach had changed. He was starting to feel aroused, the urge in his penis had begun. His fingers pushed under the edge of her bra and found her nipple. He gently caressed it with his index finger, hoping he was giving her some teasing pleasure.

"Mmm, yesss," she moaned softly. "The clasp is in the front."

Doogan didn't understand for a second. "Oh..." His fingers disconnected the clasp, feeling it pull open an inch. Then he pulled her coat zipper down a few more inches and his hand slide under her bra and cupped her warn nicely rounded breast. He could feel her stiff nipple pressing against the palm of his hand. His other hand was back on her thigh caressing up and down, bushing against her couch teasingly.

She felt his penis growing stiff, pressing against her ass, enjoying the thought that he was getting aroused. She knew she was already wet from the excitement of doing this in public and from the danger of not knowing Doogan very well. 

Doogan moved his hand, his fingers now caressed her nipple, occasionally gently pinching it, twisting it ever so slightly. He wondered if she was getting any pleasure from his novice efforts.

"Doogan, I know we are both a little afraid given the circumstances, but this seems to be working nicely. You are showing me you are gentle and know how to erotically caress, stimulate and please a girl. I like it Doogan. And I know you are getting pleasure from this too. I can feel your hard cock, so nice against my ass. So, in your mind, what excites you about doing this right now?" asked Stacy.

"Just being able to do this with you, to you. Knowing you are tied up, well almost, out in public and that you are enjoying my stumbling efforts."

"Doogan, you're not stumbling, you seem to be doing this very naturally. All that reading is paying off. Now you're getting the experience. Are you enjoying it?" she asked with a smile, knowing the answer, giving her ass a little wiggle against his hard cock.

"Stacy, this is very nice. And your ass knows exactly how I feel," he said, smiling. "Should we stop before we go too far?"

"I'm wet, and you're hard. We've gone too far already, She turned her head towards his face, please kiss me."

Doogan, kissed her, feeling the softness of her lips, gently at first, enjoying the warm touch of their first kiss. He felt his passion rising as the kiss continued. 

Slowly their lips pressed more firmly, their breathing becoming more rapid. His fingers had stopped caressing her nipple. They both moaned, "Mmm." They broke the kiss to take a breath and look into each other's eyes.

"Goodness, this is like kissing in high school, so new and exciting," she said. "I know I want more. Thank you Doogan."

Doogan felt wonderful and didn't know what to say. "Stacy, it is I who should be thanking you. I can't believe I'm... we, are doing this already. Do you really want to continue this?" Doogan was mentally keeping his fingers crossed -- please. 

"Doogan, I think it would be nice for us to continue," she said, placing her head back on his shoulder and closing her eyes.

Doogan removed his hand from her breast and with both hands, unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. He then slid one hand into her panties and the other returned to her breast. "Feel better now?" he asked kissing neck, caressing her nipple and moving his fingers gently down either side of her clit hood.

"Mmm," Stacy moaned, enjoying the pleasure of his teasing fingers. Doogan was turning out to be very good at erotic foreplay, and that triangular bandage was -- "Ohh." Her mind and body were jolted by the intimate gentle caressing of her clit. Her smoldering erotic urges had suddenly burst into flames. She started to move her hips, urging his fingers for more attention. 

Doogan's double erotic attack on her body was taking most of his mental powers, trying to think of what next he could do to please and pleasure her. He wondered if he should make it quick or make it last. This was truly enjoyable, knowing he was giving her so much pleasure, and while she was tired up out in public. He looked around to make sure no-one was coming.

The park was almost deserted this early on Sunday morning.




Bound To Heal Ch. 02



"Stacy, keep your head on my shoulder and your eyes closed, no matter what I say, ok?" Doogan said.

"Why," she asked, now a little concerned.

"Please trust me," he said, "I want to give you some really exciting pleasure."

"Ok, she replied, wondering what he had in mind, enjoying the pleasure from his fingers, but also wary that he might try something dangerous towards her.

Her nipples had stiffened and he continued to circle then caress its tip, repeating the movements. His other fingers now moved down through the warm soft folds of her pussy, feeling her slipper wetness. He gently massaged the opening to her vagina with three fingers, coating them with her slippery wetness. Then he started slowly circling her clit, knowing his teasing was increasing her pleasure, her hips were steadily moving. Doogan whispered, "Are your eyes closed?"

"Yesss," she said softly, exhaling, then taking another breath, "Mmm." 

"Is this ok for you Stacy?" he asked, knowing her hips were rocking slowing, smiling to himself, enjoying his ability to turn her on, and enjoying the limited danger of this public erotic foreplay.

"Ohh, you know it," she exhaled quickly in a soft voice. "Please don't stop."

"Lift your hands a little and struggle a bit. Show me you are tied up and can't get loose," Doogan said.

"Ohhh, Doogan," she exhaled. She took a deep breath. "You're turning me on," she moaned, lifting her hands to show him, to struggle slowly and gently.

"Enjoy the pleasure of your bondage Stacy. Enjoy being tied up. Enjoy my fingers caressing you intimately. Enjoy the knowledge that a young man is walking down the path a hundred feet away, texting on his phone," said Doogan, smiling inside.

"Ohmygod," she whispered quickly, seeing a mental image. 

"I don't think he's seen us, he's more interested in texting," said Doogan. "Is this getting exciting for you, being tied up and exposed?" he slipped his middle finger over her clit and started caressing it directly, not giving her mind time to process his erotic comments. 

Her hips jerked again, and then rocked a little faster, "Ohmygod," she said, feeling the jolts of pleasure surge through her. "Ohh," she moaned, realizing her exposure to the boy on the path.

"Oh... he sees us now, but he's still walking. Ok, he's now walking over to a picnic table. He's sitting down facing us, but not looking at us, he's still texting," said Doogan. "Is this exciting for you, with your blouse and jeans open and my hands inside playing and caressing you?" he whispered in her ear while exhaling his warm breath on her neck.

"Ohhh. Don't stop, Please don't stop. I'm almost... Ohh," she whispered, her hips jerking at the clitoral stimulation and the pleasure-spikes.

Doogan now moved his middle finger faster back and forth across her clit. "I think he may be taking pictures of us... of your struggles with your hands tied," 

"Ohmygod... Ohh... Ohh... Doogaaannn, Pleeesss," she moaned softly.

Show him you are tied, struggle with your bondage, show him Stacy." Doogan whispered in her ear.

"Ohmygod, OHH," she moaned louder, lifting her hands to show the boy her bound wrists, twisting them, struggling with the triangular bandage.

"Reach for your orgasm Stacy, Show this young man your orgasm. Cum Stacy. Cum for me. Cum for me." he whispered in her ear, his fingers now vibrating across her clit.

"Ohhhmyyygoooddd... ohhh... yesss... yesss," she moaned. "Ahhhmmm." Her orgasm shook her body, The bolts of pleasure making her jerk.

"Yes, show him your orgasm Stacy. Show both of us your jerking body. Show us your pleasure, the pleasure I'm giving you. Love it Stacy, love it." Doogan whispered in her ear, his finger continuing its vibration of her clit.

Her body continued to jerk, the pleasure now becoming unbearable. She pushed her tied hands against his hand and his finger came off her clit.

He gently cupped her pussy with his warm hand, feeling her wetness, two fingers gently pushing into her vagina and slowly moving. "Good girl. Your first cum... together. He felt her body trembling as she enjoyed the last of her pleasure-waves.

"Is he still watching?" she asked softly.

"I think he's still taking pictures," Doogan whispered in her ear, smiling to himself as he pulled his fingers from her panties, lifting them up to her face, "Taste yourself, suck my fingers. Show him how erotic you can be."

"Ohmygod, Doogan," she gasped.

"Stacy, please do it for me," said Doogan softly.

She opened her mouth and felt his fingers slip in. She licked and sucked them, tasting her own wetness, her mind filled with the erotic image, knowing the boy would be jacking off and cumming from the photos of her, even showing the photos to his friends. 

"Good girl," said Doogan. "Hold up your hands a few inches and show him your bonds." Then he pulled his fingers from her mouth and opened her jacket and blouse wide. You do like showing off, don't you," said Doogan.

"Doogan!" she gasped, thrilled by the excitement of being tied and exposed.

"Look at him Stacy, he's taking more photos," Doogan said softly. "You're a porn star now too." A big grin appeared on his Doogan's face.

She opened her eyes, seeing the blue sky, fluffy white clouds and the tree-tops overhead. She lifted her head off his shoulder and looked around. There was no one in sight.

"Ohmygod." A shudder went through her. "You didn't." She turned her head and looked at his face barely inches away. He was grinning. "You mind-fucked me," She kissed him deeply, leaning against him, now wanting her hands free to hug him. "Untie me please. Oh Doogan, ohhh, that was wonderful." Another small tremor from her body.

He was looking into her eyes. "Was it good for you? It was good for me," his smile getting bigger as his fingers untied the knot and loosened the clove-hitch.

She buttoned and zippered her jeans and stood up, turned around and kissed him deeply. "Oh Doogan. That was so wonderfully naughty." She hugged him, whispering, "I can't believe you did that to me." She kissed him again and smiled, now knowing he had plenty of book smarts, but was lacking experience and confidence. She looked down at the bugle in his slacks. "Please let me take care of your little... umm... big problem." "I can fix that," she said smiling. "Let's go back to your car."

Doogan lifted his leg over the bench and patted his thighs, "Sit."

She sat on his thighs, snuggly against his stomach, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock pushing against her ass cheek, her arms wrapped around his neck, She kissed him again, "Thank you very much."

He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her firmly, but gently. "Stacy, I'm glad I met you. And I'm glad you took a chance with me. I hope you weren't too frightened."

"Everything turned out fine, and no, I wasn't too concerned. Obviously, you gave me... what we both wanted. Now, I need to give you something too. Let's go back to your car," she said. "Would you put your arm around my shoulder please." They stood up and her arm went around his waist, not caring about her open blouse and the cool air keeping her nipples puckered and stiff.

Doogan wrapped his arm around her shoulder and they walked to his car. 

Then soft music could be heard coming from Doogan's car. First the slow melodic sounds of Lionel Richie's "Do It To Me" and Eric Carmen's "Make Me Lose Control", then the up-beat of Corr's "Breathless".

Finally, the groan of "Ohhyesss" was not the only thing that erupted from Doogan, as his hips jerked.

A moment later, Stacy's dreamy eyes looked up at Doogan, a creamy smile on her lips, "Mmmm, Doogan, it was good for me too. Thank you very much." She licked her lips and sucked him back into her mouth as his last pleasure-waves pulsed through him.

Doogan's home made erotic music CD played on . . .

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End -- Bound To Heal -- Chapter Two



Bound To Heal Ch. 03



Ch. 03: Getting Better

Note: Songs appear as part of the story. To feel the atmosphere that Doogan is creating, and to enhance your reading pleasure, find and play the songs on YouTube while reading the story.

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The two day stay in the hospital was over. Julie showed no further signs of head injury while resting in bed. Her leg was in a cast and her breast was sutured.

The ride home had been difficult. Nancy had no problem driving. However, it was clear that Julie was terrified of being in a vehicle and on the road in traffic.

Nancy drove the pickup truck to the end of the sidewalk leading to the porch and side door of Julie's farm house. Nancy helped Julie out and handed Julie her crutches.

"Now be careful walking and take your time," said Nancy, "Remember what they said about how to go up the stairs." Nancy stood next to Julie until she was in the house.

Once in the house, Julie rested on the couch in the living room and Nancy fixed them some lunch.

"Thank you Aunt... Nancy. The soup and sandwiches tasted great," Julie said as she folded her napkin.

"Julie dear, I'm glad to be here to help you. You relax a few minutes while I finish these dishes and then we'll have a long chat about whatever you want to talk about," chimed Nancy, "We've got a lot of catching up to do."

Julie and Nancy were soon talking about one subject after another. Then Nancy asked about casual acquaintances and boyfriends. Julie didn't seem interested in the subject, denying any knowledge of male friends. Nancy looked concerned, "There must be someone around who you may talk to, a grocery boy, someone from the church, a neighbouring farm boy?"

"No Nancy, I'm just not interested. But, I'm so lonely and I ache all the time," said Julie, feeling the ache and loneliness grow even as she spoke. The emptiness of losing her parents so suddenly and tragically in the car crash wouldn't go away.

Nancy got up and came over to Julie on the couch, sitting sideways on the edge. She reached over and hugged Julie, "There, there dear. Things will get better. Please try not to think about it. You need to move forward in your life. You are still young and you should look forward to a full and happy life with a handsome man. Now, when's the next party or dance around here, I haven't been to a dance in years and I'm going to get us some tickets."

"Oh Nancy, you are so sweet and kind to try and cheer me up," Julie said, "But obviously, a dance is the last place I can function properly with the cast and crutches."

"Nonsense child. The boys will be falling all over themselves to be able to slow dance with such a beautiful girl. The cast and crutches are the perfect excuse to slow dance all night. All they have to do is put their arms around you and hold you, no moving around, just gentle swaying back and forth in a nice romantic embrace. Ahhh, if only . . . Goodness, listen to me. The original matchmaker working overtime," Nancy said laughing.

"Oh Nancy, you're so wonderful and full of happiness and hope. I know you're trying to help me. You've lifted my spirits, but I'm afraid there are very few dances around here. You have to go into the city and that's a thirty minute drive," said Julie. Thank you for talking with me but I'm a little tired now. I'm going for a snooze before dinner."

"Sure child, and I'll have dinner ready for 6 pm," said Nancy, as she walked with Julie hobbling across the living room and down the hall.

Nancy helped Julie slip off her blouse and skirt, admiring Julie's firm young body, now only in pale green panties, the bandage on her breast and the leg cast. She then lifted Julie's cast-covered leg onto the bed. Nancy pulled up the light blanket to Julie's waist and stopped. Nancy looked first at Julie's exposed left breast, so nicely shaped and pointed. She then looked at the right breast with its bandage. "Is it painful?" Nancy asked with concern.

"No," said Julie a little self-conscious.

"May I look," asked Nancy.

"Ok, but please don't touch it," Julie said anxiously.

Nancy leaned over and had a closer look. She gently unwrapped the long strip of soft gauze that was around Julie's neck and chest holding the sterile dressing in place and acting as a bra. The bandage dropped away and the dressing also fell onto the bed sheet. Julie's injured right breast was now just as exposed as her uninjured left breast. Both oversized pencil eraser nipples stood proudly, just barely stiffening in the cool air. Goodness, she has large nipples just like mine thought Nancy.

The small row of black sutures on the outside of Julie's right breast could easily be seen against her pale skin. The cut was slightly pinkish.

"It looks alright to me Julie, but I'm no doctor." Nancy slowly reached out and said, "May I? I'll be very careful."

Julie looked at Nancy and slowly nodded yes.

Nancy gently cupped the breast from the bottom. Does it hurt to support it like this?" asked Nancy.

"No," said Julie.

Nancy gently removed her hand and extended her index finger, touching the areola and circling the nipple. "Do you have any tenderness, numbness or tingling?"

"Well, a little tingling, like mild pleasure," said Julie hesitantly.

"Ok. That's good. I had a chat with the nurses and they said we should check for sensations every day and note any changes, particularly pain, numbness and tingling. We should also watch for any blood or other fluids from the wound," said Nancy. She then moved her middle finger and gently caressed the nipple around its circumference, and watched it grow and stiffen from the soft sensual touching. "Do you feel that Julie?" asked Nancy.

Julie was looking at Nancy's finger going around her nipple and enjoying the erotic pleasure. "Yes," Julie said in a soft voice.

"Good, now we have a baseline of information from which we can compare with tomorrow," said Nancy, as she stopped the caressing. "Just one other little test, though. We need to test the left breast to make sure the sensations are the same." She reached over and caressed Julie's left breast, seeing the nipple stiffen and grow just a little more. "How does this feel Julie? About the same?"

"Yes, Nancy," Julie said softly, her eyes moving from Nancy's caressing fingers to look at Nancy's face. The touch had been so soft and gentle, so caring. It was very sensual and thrilling. No one had ever touched her like that before. Not even the doctor when he had performed a similar test in the hospital.

Nancy sat more upright and looked at both of Julie's breasts, reaching out and cupping them gently.

Julie looked down at her breasts tenderly supported in Nancy's warm hands.

"Julie, you have beautiful breasts, nicely rounded and yet, still pointed. Any man would consider himself lucky to have you as a wife, or girlfriend," said Nancy.

Julie looked at Nancy's face, as Nancy winked and smiled. Pleasurable sensations suddenly started from her breasts. She looked down and saw Nancy's two thumbs barely moving across her nipples, the feather touches so highly erotic. Julie looked back at Nancy who continued to talk.

"I don't think you want to become Atalanta the Greek huntress who avoided men. I'm, sure there are plenty of young men who you will like and want to date," Nancy continued.

The pleasurable sensations coming from her nipples were steadily arousing Julie. She felt the urge to squirm and move, and the urge to touch her clit was getting stronger too.

"But I'm not advocating sex 24-7 with the first boy who comes along," said Nancy with a big smile, "I'm just saying you're a pretty girl and you may want to consider using that beauty once in a while to help catch a handsome boy.

The pleasurable sensations radiating from Julie's breasts had her on the verge of moaning out load. She had already shifted her good leg twice in the last 30 seconds but it didn't help her growing arousal.

Nancy looked at Julie noticing how aroused she had become from her "absent-minded" caressing of Julie's nipples. "Julie, seeing you laying here in just your panties, almost like the goddess Venus, certainly shows me you've grown up considerably. You have nothing to be ashamed of and everything to be proud of. You are a beautiful young woman," said Nancy as she carefully removed her hands from Julie's breasts, and replaced the dressing and bandage. She leaned over and kissed Julie on the forehead. "Now you relax and have a little snooze and dinner will be ready when you wake up."

Nancy pulled up the blanket to Julie's neck, then stepped over to the blind and pulled it down. "Sweet dreams," said Nancy," as she walked out the door, closing it, leaving the room in darkness. Maybe the combination of the talk about boys and the pleasurable sensations would get Julie thinking of boys again, thought Nancy.

Julie lay on her bed trying to calm down from Nancy's caressing. She was sure Nancy didn't even now she had been caressing her nipples. Julie wanted to tell Nancy to stop, but it would have been so embarrassing. Julie was aroused and had the urge to masturbate.

Her mother had helped her when she was younger. Her mother had said the best cure for un-lady-like urges was 'a cold wash cloth pressed against your vagina and repeated until the discomfort went away.' Julie had used the remedy a number of times during her high school days, but today she couldn't get to the bathroom and she certainly couldn't ask Nancy for a cold facecloth. It took some time for Julie to slowly relaxed and drifted off to sleep.

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During the next two hours, the aroma of various foods drifted into Julie's room and intensified over the third hour. Julie became restless and slowly woke up. It was 7:10 pm. Wow! She had slept over three hours. Julie carefully moved her cast-leg to the edge of the bed when Nancy peeked into Julie's bedroom. "Hello Sleeping Beauty. Are you hungry?" asked Nancy with a big smile. "Let me help you," said Nancy, as she moved the cast-leg so Julie could sit on the edge of the bed.

"I'll just wear my bathrobe Nancy, the purple one in the closet," said Julie as she pulled the crutches next to her. Julie wrapped her partially exposed body in the robe and grabbed the crutches.

She hobbled into the kitchen and ate a good meal with her leg up on a chair and pillow. Nancy washed the dishes and Julie crawled onto the living-room couch and was checking the on-screen TV guide. 

Nancy came and sat down in one of the two green wing chair, "Oh, look. There's one of those old beach party movies with Annette and Frankie. Let's watch that. Ok?"

"Oh Nancy, that movie title says 1965, that's too old a movie," said Julie, "Besides, I'm not a teenager anymore."

"Hush girl, you may be over 21, but given your state of mind, I think you need a refresher in boy-girl relationships," said Nancy smiling as she got up and walked over to Julie. "Besides, this is just what you need to kick-start your emotions onto something other than morning for your parents. Julie it's been a year and you need to start moving on. Besides, if we watch this movie, I'll make us my famous coffee cake first thing tomorrow," she said as she leaned down and gently hugged Julie.

"Great," Julie said half-heartedly, "you want me to watch a 1960's birds-n-bees-teen-flick so I can learn how to chase boys and at the same time you want to feed me sweets and fatten me up. How does that compute?" asked Julie grinning. She knew Nancy was trying to cheer her up with a 'girls'-night-in,' but a 1965 movie just didn't seem like the right movie.

The doorbell rang.

Nancy went to the door and opened it.

"Hi Nancy, I saw the lights on and thought you and Julie might like to have a little treat," said Agatha, as she held out a plastic container, "Butter tarts and cupcakes."

"Oh, please come in," said Nancy as she took the container, "Julie is in the living room watching TV."

Agatha, Julie and Nancy chatted for almost half an hour, and then Agatha went home.

Julie and Nancy watched the movie. During one commercial break, Nancy fixed some coffee with a dash of Baileys and served a cup-cake for each of them. It was truly an enjoyable evening for Julie and she felt genuinely happy to have watched the movie and to have Nancy with her. The awful ache and loneliness was gone and she felt better.

"Nancy, I'm feeling tired and I think I'm going to go to bed," said Julie.

"Of course Julie, but you should have a nice warm bath before you go. You've been in the hospital for a few days and you need a proper bath before you slip into those nice clean sheets. Besides, a nice warm bath will help you sleep even better," said Nancy.

"I can't get in the tub with the cast on," said Julie.

"Julie, I'm here to help you and if that means a little extra pampering for you, then so-be-it. All you have to do is lay in the nice warm water with your leg on the edge of the tub. I'll wash you and you'll be asleep in no time. Ok?" asked Nancy.

The thought of a nice warm bath sounded wonderful. "Ok," said Julie. Nancy went ahead and started running hot water into the tub and added a generous measure of bubble bath oil. Julie shuffled down the hall to the bathroom.

Nancy helped Julie off with her bathrobe. Julie's breasts were bare except for the dressing covering the wound on her right breast.

"We should take this off and I'll put a new one on after your bath," Nancy said, indicating the dressing.

"Ok," said Julie as she watched Nancy remove the long bandage from around her neck and the gauze dressing from her breast. She could feel her nipples stiffening from the tender touch of Nancy's fingers.

Nancy then knelt in front of Julie and pulled down Julie's panties. Nancy was looking directly at Julie's pubic hair. It was a nice full bush, having been trimmed very rarely. The dark hair completely hid any sign of Julie's pussy. Nancy slipped off the panties while Julie supported her weight on the edge of the bathroom counter.

Julie sat down on the edge of the tub and placed the foot of her good leg into the tub. The water was very warm, just on the verge of being too warm, but she knew it would cool down in the next few minutes. She then slipped her butt into the water and her cast-leg was up on the tub ledge. She felt open and exposed with her legs spread wide but it was the only way to have the bath.

"You relax for a minute, while I go and change," said Nancy, "I don't want to get these clothes all wet. She went to her bedroom and took off all her clothes. She pulled a green terrycloth wrap from the closet and put it on, buttoning the large single button above the right breast. Her braless breasts jiggled as she walked back to the bathroom. 

Julie was amazed when Nancy walked into the bathroom in the wrap that hung from the tops of Nancy's breasts and ended at mid-thigh. Julie never thought of bathrobes as sensual or sexy, but this wrap certainly made Nancy look younger and sensual. The edges of the wrap overlapped a couple inches but Julie could see between the two edges. The gap was narrow but it showed a small strip of Nancy's shapely thigh almost to her hip.

Nancy took a towel, folded it thicker and placed it on the floor in front of the tub, then knelt on it. She took the bar of soap and lathered up a washcloth. 

Julie started to protest again but Nancy said, "Relax and enjoy the pampering Julie, you deserve a little help." 

The washcloth moved up and down Julie's arms and then around her shoulders and her neck. The sensation of having someone wash her was relaxing and sensual. Julie watched Nancy lather up more soap, then she put her head back against the tub and closed her eyes. The warm slippery cloth moved across her upper chest and down her sides. Julie now began to enjoy the pampering sensations and became more relaxed.

The washcloth moved across her upper breasts and around each of them avoiding her nipples. The sensation was sensual and exciting. It finally moved across her breasts, stimulating her nipples with its slippery but gentle roughness.

Julie couldn't stop the moan that came from her throat. She instantly felt embarrassed and dared not open her eyes. The bath had taken on a feeling of erotic sensations and thoughts. Were the sensations she was feeling accidental or deliberate? Was Nancy trying too hard to help her overcome her loneliness and depression? She just couldn't come out and ask her, it would be too much like accusing her. And she did need Nancy's help for the next couple months until the cast came off.

The washcloth then moved down and across her ribs and over her tummy. The swishing of the water and the soap on the washcloth announced that Nancy was continuing her voluntary handmaiden chores. The cloth moved across her hips and through her pubic hair and then slowly moved between Julie's spread legs.

Julie was experiencing the most sensual and erotic event in her life and she could not bring herself to stop it.

The cloth moved down the crease between her leg and her body. It brushed against her outer vulva lip and moved up her raised leg almost to her knee and close to the top of the cast. It moved up and down the leg from under, then on the inner thigh, then to the front of the leg and to the outer thigh. It continued the short trips up and down her thigh. The sensations of excitement and anticipation grew as the cloth passed next to or moved against her outer vulva lip.

She had never experienced this kind of excitement and arousal before. She was extremely conscious of the steadily increasing urge to masturbate and it was taking all her control to stop from moaning. These thoughts raised feelings of excitement and fear. Fear that she would give away her state of arousal to Nancy.

Julie could not wait any longer. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Nancy intent on lathering up the washcloth. Nancy didn't notice Julie had opened her eyes. 

Nancy now had to reach across Julie's right leg which was resting on the edge of the tub. She placed one hand on the cast to prevent it from slipping into the water, but she couldn't reach the far leg. She turned her head to look at Julie, "Julie could you please raise your left leg so I can reach it." 

Julie raised her leg about a foot and Nancy took hold of the ankle and lifted the leg another foot higher. She then washed the leg from foot to knee and then from the knee to almost Julie's crotch. She lowered the leg and let go. "Thank you Julie."

Nancy lathered up the washcloth again and looked into Julie's eyes. There were only three places left to wash, Julie's back, butt and her crotch. "Julie I'm going to wash your privates now so just lay still and then you can sit up and I'll wash your back.

Julie was concentrating so much on the sensations and trying to control her urges, she didn't answer Nancy. 

Nancy took the silence as acknowledgement and reached down placing the wash cloth on Julie's pubic hair. She slowly moved it down and felt the firm ridge of Julie's clit-hood and then the cloth moved through the softer folds of pink flesh hiding Julie's vagina. She was gentle and tender in her slow movements. By doing so, the simple act of washing was transform for Julie into an act of intense sensual pleasure and erotic arousal.

The sparks of pleasure shot through Julie's nervous system and triggered her body to react in three ways: the erotic upward movement of her hips, the quick sharp intake of breath, and the unexpected moan that escaped her throat. These were all totally reactionary and it was a full second before Julie realised her body had betrayed her arousal. Julie felt an overwhelming rush of embarrassment and humiliation. She looked into Nancy's eyes and then away quickly.

Nancy had completed her downward movement and was now moving the washcloth upwards when she realised that Julie had reacted to the downward movement of the washcloth. However, Nancy's mind was unable to stop the upward movement of her hand. The washcloth pushed back the pink flesh of Julie's clit-hood, allowing the slippery rough cloth to directly caress Julie's very sensitive pink clit. Julie's body reacted instantly, jerking her hips farther up and pulling another moan from Julie's throat.




Bound To Heal Ch. 03



Julie was now totally humiliated and embarrassed. She could not think of anything to say.

"Julie, I'm doing the best I can. I'll be through in a minute. Does that bother you?" Nancy asked, holding the cloth still over Julie's now exposed clit.

"Ummm . . . no," Julie said softly with an exhale of breath.

"Julie, us girls are all sensitive down there and on occasion we do need a little relief. Given all the difficulties this past year, are you feeling ok down here." Nancy moved the cloth slightly, up and down against Julie's aroused clit.

Julie didn't moan this time, but she involuntarily took a short breath as her clit erupted with pleasurable sparks. "Oh Nancy... I've been trying to be so good about . . . touching. I . . . it just feels so good when you . . .," said Julie, unable to finish the sentence for the shame she was feeling.

"Shhh," said Nancy softly. "I know you've been a good girl and you deserve a little something extra for struggling this year with all your worries and troubles. Once in a while both your mind and your body need a small reward. I'll finish washing you and then I'll fix your little need in the bedroom. Now you just lay still and let me finish here."

Julie was looking into Nancy's eyes and could not believe the words she just heard. Her mother had told her it was naughty to do those things, but here was Aunt Nancy saying that sometimes it was necessary. Maybe there was some reason for doing it on occasion, but certainly not to the extent that she had heard girls touching themselves almost daily.

Nancy smiled, "Close your eyes and I'll be done shortly." She looked down at Julie's naked body, the nice slightly pointed breasts with the now stiff and perky nipples, very much like her own, and then at the dark patch of pubic hair visible between the few patches of soap-suds on the bath water.

"Julie don't worry about moaning out loud or your urge to move your hips. We all do it. It's natural and necessary at times." She moved the washcloth again up and down and watched Julie's hips move and then Julie moaned softly.

"Good girl, shyness is an important virtue. Both men and women like to see shyness. It is a very alluring trait you should remember and keep all your life. Now lift up your good leg and hold it with your hand for me a second," Nancy said.

Julie lifted her good leg up and they both held it. Nancy pushed it back so Julie's knee almost touched her breast. This left Julie totally expose underwater.

Nancy lathered up the washcloth again and gently moved it down Julie's valley of pleasure and across the opening of her vagina. Then the sensation of the cloth moving up and down the crack of her ass was new and exciting.

Nancy began moving the cloth in circles around Julie's tight little anus. 

Julie was overwhelmed by the tingles of pleasure she felt and moaned, She felt a rush of shame and embarrassment, then a feeling of gratification at being able to verbally voice her pleasure. The tingles of pleasure continued as the cloth-covered finger circled her exposed and intimate rosebud. Then the sensation of the cloth gently pressed against her hole. Julie felt more excitement and anticipation. No one had ever touched her there. Julie was amazed at these new waves of pleasure. The feeling of something wondrous and powerful was pressing on her mind. Then the movement of the cloth on her anus sent more tingles of pleasure through her body, as the finger pressed even harder. Just as Julie felt her rosebud opening, the finger pulled back and disappeared. The sensations of disappointment and relief flooded through Julie. "Ohhh," was all she could say with her eyes closed. 

Nancy told Julie to sit up and then she washed Julie's back. Nancy pulled the plug and said, "Don't move, I'll be right back. She went to the kitchen and brought back a small pitcher. She filled it with clean warm water from the tap and poured it over Julie to rinse off any remaining soap-suds. She then spread out the towel she had been kneeling on and had Julie sit on the edge of the tub. Handing Julie a towel, she said, "Here, dry your hair and wrap your head with it."

Julie started to dry her hair as she watched Nancy pick up another towel.

Nancy gently moved the towel across Julie's shoulders, arms, back and sides. She then carefully and tenderly pressed the towel against Julie's injured breast. She then caressed Julie's other breast giving a couple quick short movements of the towel over Julie's left nipple.

Julie looked at Nancy, who then smiled and winked. The brief sensation of pleasurable tingling perked her arousal again. Wow, it was so nice and so easy for her to feel those sensations. Surely, it had to be a good thing to enjoy those feelings, Julie thought.

Julie shuffled naked into her room using her crutches. Nancy had already folded down the sheets.

"Just lay on the bed and we'll solve this little problem you have," said Nancy.

"It's ok Nancy, I'm fine," said Julie as she sat down on the bed, her mind in turmoil and her body aching for something she rarely refused to acknowledge as she reached for her nightgown on the bed.

"Julie, dear, I know you are not fine. We need to have a nice little girl-girl talk about some things that can help you," said Nancy gently taking the nightgown from Julie's hands. "You just lay back on the bed and I'll help fix things and make you feel better.

Julie looked at Nancy, trying to think of what to do. She knew Nancy was right. She was not fine and she needed some help. She allowed Nancy to help lift her cast-leg and she lay down naked on the bed. Nancy leaned over and kissed Julie on the forehead and then sat down on the edge of the bed next to Julie.

"Julie, I know your mother raised you to do the right things and you have proven your morals and ethics are strong. However, there comes a time when you need to learn more than what's taught in school. You need real world experience without getting hurt or causing problems for yourself or others. That's where family and friends are able to help you. It's clear you have been aroused by my washing you. You don't have to be embarrassed or ashamed. I'd get aroused if you washed me, and I'd like it too."

"Ohhh," was all Julie could say, shyly looking at Nancy, amazed at hearing Nancy's little confession.

"Julie, you know Uncle Roy had a serious health problem for a year before he passed on. Well, he couldn't exert himself and have sex. I needed it. So instead of being unfaithful with another man, I started touching myself and solving my little need that way. We have to be strong and resist these urges, but sometimes we need to also give in, just like a safety valve releases pressure. Right now Julie, you have too much pressure on your safety valve. That pressure needs to be released to help you live a normal life."

Julie was astonished at what Nancy was saying and lay there speechless.

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Nancy reached over and placed her hand on Julie's tummy.

"Now I know you've done this on occasions in the past, so this isn't something totally new to you. You shouldn't be frightened. You can watch or close your eyes. Nancy slowly moved her hand up to Julie's uninjured left breast and softly circled the areola with one finger. She looked into Julie's eyes.

Julie's excitement and anticipation helped make the sensations feel nice. She watched the erotic sight of Nancy's finger touching her breast and circling her nipple in a teasing manner. She had never felt this amount of pleasure from her nipple. She moaned softly, "Ohhh."

"Good Julie. You just lay there and enjoy the sensations. In a few minutes you'll have a wonderful orgasm and then you'll be sound asleep in no time. Nancy moved her hand down Julie's tummy and into her brown pubic hair, first making small teasing circles and then tracing around the top and side edges of Julie's nether forest.

Julie was enjoying the sensations and closed her eyes, letting herself relax and giving in to the pleasures flowing through her body and mind from Nancy's caresses.

Nancy's warm hand moved up and down the front of Julie's thigh, then moved back to Julie's pussy. Her fingers separated slightly and searched for the ridge of Julie's clit-hood, sliding down either side. Slowly the two fingers moved up and down, providing a teasing sensation that kept Julie's arousal at a low simmer. Nancy would really like to provide Julie with a good long erotic massage, but tonight was not the time. The two fingers stopped their teasing strokes and gently pinched Julie's clit-hood and pulled it upward exposing the small pink nub of sensitive nerve-endings. Nancy licked her centre finger and placed it gently on Julie's clit.

The soft touch on her clit sent shivers of pleasure through her body, even without any caressing movement. Then, the tingling pleasure increased considerably as Nancy's finger started to slowly caress back and forth across Julie's clit. Within seconds Julie could not resist the urge to move her hips and she moaned softly, letting her hips move up and down in an effort to seek more pleasure. It felt so good to just lay there and have someone caress her, providing so much pleasure. It was so nice. She marvelled at how her hips moved almost without thinking about it.

Nancy stopped her intimate caressing of Julie's clit to lick her finger again.

"Ohhh," moaned Julie in disappointment. She opened her eyes and looked at Nancy licking her fingers. What a sensual sight she thought.

Her hips slowed their rocking motion then started to move again as Nancy's finger began its wonderful erotic caressing. Julie was now totally committed to the pleasure pulsing through her body. She felt the urgent pressure and desire increasing steadily. She would soon reach the limit of her sensation and she would experience her orgasm. The sensual sparks of pleasure just made her want more. Her hips were moving faster and she was moaning now almost constantly with each exhale of her breath. Her hands were grabbing the sheets and squeezing. 

"Good girl. Enjoy the pleasure Julie. You need it. Feel it building for you. You want the orgasm, don't you? You want the pleasure, don't you?" Nancy continued to stimulate Julie's clit and her mind.

The intense pleasure rose quickly and then Julie knew she would feel something wonderful and powerful. Something she had never felt before.

"OOHHMMYY," Julie said loudly and her hips bucked up and down. "Ohhh . . . ohhh . . . aaahhhmmm." Her hips kept moving as she moaned loudly again, then held her breath, her eyes closed and her face contorted in pleasure and wonderment.

Nancy slowed her moving fingers then placed her hand over Julie's throbbing pussy and gently pressed against it. 

"Oh Julie, I'm glad I could give you that. You needed it so much didn't you? Enjoy it my dear."

Julie's pussy was still throbbing, her hips gently moving without her thinking of them, seeking the clitoral stimulation that had suddenly disappeared. She couldn't think of anything but the powerful waves of pleasure that had surged through her. She felt in a trance, but could hear what Nancy was saying. Julie felt Nancy's hand and fingers on her pussy. Two fingers were gently and slowly moving up and down on either side of her clit hood. The sensation was both pleasurable and calming, not the urgent sparks she had felt seconds earlier. "Oh Nancy-," she started, but stopped as another small but intense pulse of pleasure surged from her clit through her body. "...that was so... ohh..." she had no words to describe it.

"Shhh... It's ok Julie. You needed that," said Nancy leaning over and kissing Julie on the cheek.

Julie opened her eyes and reached out for Nancy, "Thank you," she whispered and hugged Nancy.

"You're welcome my dear. Now it's time for you to go to sleep. I know you'll sleep well tonight," she said with a smile. "I'll get your nighttime medications."

Julie slowly sat up and put on her nightgown.

Nancy came back and handed Julie her pills and a glass of water. Then she pulled the covers up to Julie's chin. "Sweet dreams," said Nancy as she left Julie's room. 

Julie started to think about Nancy's erotic caressing but never got to finish the thought. She fell fast asleep.

*  *  *

Next day, Julie and Nancy walked slowly around the house and made a list of things to do: general cleaning, carpet cleaning, painting, and other minor repairs. As they finished lunch, Nancy mentioned what she knew would become a very delicate and sensitive subject for Julie.

"Julie, I know you're injured and you can't do much cleaning, but I'm here to help you. I think you need to start thinking about what you're going to do with your parent's room," Nancy said.

Julie looked at Nancy and her face lost some of its happiness. The pain and loneliness returned a little. She didn't know what to say because she didn't know what to do with the room and all her parent's things.

"I know I should try and do something, but I can't go in there without becoming upset. I can barely clean the room once a month," said Julie, struggling with her thoughts and words, her eyes getting glassy with emotion, the ache and loneliness returning even more.

"I know Julie. Maybe between the two of us we can work to solve the problem and decide some things. Ok?" said Nancy tenderly.

"Thank you Nancy. At least we can start. I don't know how much I can do in there," said Julie.

They went down the hall and opened the bedroom door. Nancy went in and opened the curtains and let the blinds up to allow more light into the room. Julie sat down in her mother's chair. Slowly, Nancy went around the room and pointed out things to find out what Julie wanted to do with them.

"What about your mother's hairbrush and comb? Would you like to use them or would you like to give them to one of your cousins?" What about all of your dad's nice ties? Do you know if any of your uncles might want them?" asked Nancy.

Slowly they went through many of the items that were in sight. Nancy took her time and helped Julie work through the various objects that held so many memories. By mid-afternoon Nancy and Julie were both worn out from the stress.

"Let's call it a day in here," said Nancy as she stood beside Julie who sat in the chair. Nancy hugged Julie's head to her hip. "I think we both need a special treat for working through all this today. How about a hot chocolate and some Baileys?

Julie was at the end of her emotional rope. She had tried very hard to keep her emotions in check. She was glad Nancy stopped the inventory for today. 

"That sounds nice. I'd like more than half an ounce of Baileys this time, please," said Julie.

"I know Julie. I was planning on half and half as a special treat for all of our work. How's that sound?" asked Nancy.

"Wonderful," said Julie as she hobbled over to the living room couch and sat down. She turned on the TV and switched to the food channel.

The next day Julie felt a little better about sorting through her parent's things. It was really nice to have Nancy around for support and to help do the work. By three o'clock, Julie was once again at the limit of her emotions.

"Nancy. I have to stop. No more. Please," Julie pleaded.

"Ok Julie. You've done very well dear," said Nancy as she leaned over and kissed Julie on the forehead. More hot chocolate and Baileys?" asked Nancy.

"Yes please. Half and half again, that was good yesterday," said Julie with a little more enthusiasm.

After three more days they were finished with all the things in the room. Phone calls to relatives dispersed most of the inventory. The few things that were left would be boxed and set aside for a week or two. They had decided to buy new mattresses for the bed. The other furniture in the room would be sold to an antique store.

*  *  *

Doogan walked into the erotic store at 8:40 pm, 20 minutes before closing, picked up a few items and walked to the checkout counter. Stacy and Doogan made no sign of knowing each other since the manager was there to close the store.

"Is that everything?" asked Stacy, glad to see Doogan and very surprised to see him buying a number of items,

"Yes, thank you," said Doogan noting the manger was not looking at him and he winked at Stacy.

She scanned the items and completed the sale with Doogan paying cash.

Taking the bag from Stacy's hand, Soogan said, "Thank you, I hope you have an enjoyable evening." He turned and walked out of the store, stood for a few seconds at the door, then turned left and walked up the sidewalk towards his parked car.

Stacy noted which way he went and left the store, a few minutes later, when the owner locked it. She found Doogan sitting in his car waiting for her. "Wow, a big spender," she said smiling, as she buckled her seatbelt. "Doogan, I'm glad you finally bought some BDSM items. You needed them." Then she held out her wrists, "I'm ready for some fun tonight."

Doogan had opened a couple packages and had some items ready. "You seem too eager. Maybe I should make you wait," he said with a big grin.

"Oh please," she said with enthusiasm. "I can't wait. You know bondage turns me on," she said looking at the items on Doogan's lap. "Please"

"Down girl," he said, "and I don't mean with an open mouth." He noticed she was staring at this crotch and the items laying there on his pants.

Ohmygod. an image of his hard cock flashed in her mind. She looked at him with a pleading, begging look. "Please."

"Please sit quietly," he said, looking at her. Then he changed his mind and placed the leather cuffs on the back seat. "Stacy, this drive is going to be a test of your mental bondage. Do you remember how you made me cum on our first erotic adventure in the park?

"Yes," she said smiling, closing her eyes, remembering the teasing pleasures he had given her until she had cum. Then here in his car, with the erotic music she loved, she used her mouth to make him cum. She could almost taste him. 

"Good," Please close your eyes and no peeking. Think about my cock and moan if you want to. Take off your panties, spread your legs wide and play. but do not cum. I want you nice and wet and hot when we arrive at our destination. I think you may like what I have planned for you," he said. A grin appeared on his face that she couldn't see.

"Yes," she said softly, lifting her skirt, grabbing her panties, slipping them down her legs and off. Her hands went to work playing between her warm thighs, her fingers getting wet and slippery. She felt excitement at playing in public, well not really in public, just in his car, but still so close. She felt disappointed he hadn't applied the cuffs. Maybe if he saw her playing really nicely . . . mmmyesss.

"Where are we going?" Stacy asked softly, her eyes closed, trying to imagine where they were and the streets during the ride. It was hopeless and she gave up.

"You'll see . . . ah, find out," he said. "Shhh. Concentrate your mind on my cock and play."

Doogan drove across the city without looking at her. Safe driving and the traffic were his primary concerns at the moment. However, knowing she was beside him with her skirt pulled up, legs spread, playing with herself, listening to her breathing and occasionally moaning, was a considerable distraction. Every time he looked in the right mirror to check traffic, he could see her knee and bare thigh close to the window, and further down, her hand moving.

He turned into a parking lot half way across the city and stopped the car. He looked at Stacy, watching her increased breathing and her fingers slowly caressing her pussy. "Good girl. Keep going." He reached into the back and grabbed the cuffs. "Stop. Give me your wrists."

Ohmygod. Yes. Yes. She moved her arms and presented her wrists. She felt the coolness of the leather cuffs being wrapped around her wrists and buckled on, her excitement increasing. Then she felt the blindfold cover her eyes. Ohhhyesss. Feeling the cuffs on her wrists and having the blindfold on was wonderful, but the smell of the leather completed the erotic turn-on. Her fingers played, her hips started rocking again and she softly moaned, "Thank you."




Bound To Heal Ch. 03



Then she realized, this was the first time they were together after dark, a more dangerous time for girls. Now she was concerned, with the cuffs on, but not clipped together, and the blindfold, she was more vulnerable. Tonight would be another test of learning to trust Doogan.

After their first 'get-acquainted-adventure' in the park, they had enjoyed two other day-time bondage sessions. Those had been mostly information discussions as they slowly went through some bondage and blindfold practice. They had fun learning and getting to know each other, and the sessions were close to the enjoyment of their first adventure.

She startled at the touch of his hand on her bare thigh just inches from her pussy. His hand slowly moved up and then she felt his finger enter her wet slippery core.

"Very nice Stacy. Nice and wet. You've done a fine job," as he swirled his finger around, coating it with her slippery wetness. "Open," he said when his finger touched her lips.

She could smell her wet arousal as she opened her mouth and felt his finger slide in, her tongue automatically slipping under his finger, licking it, tasting herself. She sucked his finger, almost greedily.

"That's your reward for playing so nicely. We'll be there in a few more minutes. Please keep playing, but don't you dare cum." he said, as he turned the car onto the road and continued their journey. He knew her real rewards were the cuffs and blindfold.

Ohmygod. He seemed less timid and more confident. He was giving her commands, like a Dom. She felt a small thrill race through her. He was getting better, and gaining more confidence. And she was now wearing some of the tools her bought tonight, the cuffs and blindfold.

She increased her playing and her arousal. She was close, but not at the edge . . . yet. She dare not go over the edge. Ohgod. Now she was really close. Stop. Stop or you'll cum. He said not to cum. She stopped moving her fingers and moaned, barely able to control herself, moaning again.

Doogan checked the traffic in the right mirror and saw that her fingers weren't moving, just as she moaned. He smiled, knowing she was near the edge, now that he had put the cuffs and blindfold on her. Man, she was a turn-on. He gently grabbed his crotch and squeezed, then adjusted his penis, feeling the pleasurable urge in his half hard cock. Easy boy, we got a couple hours foreplay yet.

At one traffic light, a pickup truck stopped beside Stacy's window. The guy looked down into the car. He saw Stacy's wide spread legs and her hand and fingers playing. He grabbed a camera and took a picture.

"Stacy, do you think anyone would recognize you with the blindfold on?" he asked.

She thought about it for a few seconds. "No. Why?"

"Don't get alarmed. A guy in a pickup truck beside you took a picture," he said.

"Ohmygod," said Stacy. "Is he gone?"

"That was a minute ago at a traffic light behind us. He used a flash so the flash reflection in the window will probably ruin the photo. Don't worry about it. Isn't it fun to play in public?" he said, smiling.

"Ohmygod Doogan," she said, not knowing what to say, as she lowered her legs and pulled her skirt down. Yet, she felt thrilled that someone had seen her exposed and being so naughty.

"Stacy, pull up your skirt, spread your legs and keep playing, no one can see you in here. Concentrate your mind on the image of my cock and play," he said.

Stacy pulled up her skirt, spread her legs, and went back to playing in her wet slippery pussy. She moaned, thinking of Doogan's cock and of how wonderfully naughty and risky it was to play in public. "Mmm."

The car was going slower and then it stopped.

"We're here," said Doogan. "I trust you to please not try to peek or take the blindfold off. This is a surprise."

"Ok," Stacy replied, wondering where 'here' was. "Why haven't you clipped the wrist cuffs?" she asked with disappointment.

Doogan shut off the motor, unbuckled his seat belt, turned in his seat and clipped the cuffs with her hands in front. He looked at Stacy's blindfolded face. "I'm touching your cheek." He reached out and gently caressed her cheek with the back of his index finger. "Stacy, I was thinking of your safety. If we'd been in an accident and I was unable to help you, you'd have been trapped. I left your hands free to allow you to get out of the car if you had too. Besides, it was a test to let you feel more safe and comfortable, see if you could trust me and not peek to see where you were, a test of your mental bondage. You did very well." He smiled, knowing she was now thinking of him. 

Wow. She sat there, thinking about what he had just said. Concern for her safety, even in the wrist cuffs with her hands free, she was bound mentally. Doogan may not have much experience, but he seemed to be gaining plenty of knowledge. What else did he know that would surprise her? She felt a flutter of erotic anticipation. Mmm. More please.

Doogan helped her out of the car, up some steps, through a door and down more steps.

She heard the sound of keys and a door opening.

He led her through a door and heard it close, latch and the sound of the lock. He guided her to a large comfortable leather ottoman. "Please sit and don't move," I'll be right back," he said.

She heard his clothes as he walked away. Click. Click. Click. A tiny bit of light now crept under the blindfold. Music with a slow haunting erotic beat softly filled the room, Enigma's 'Between Mind and Heart.' 

"Please stand up and take one step forward. I'm going to stand behind you," he said.

She couldn't hear him moving around now that the music was on, but she followed his voice as he moved behind her, felt him move against her back, his swelling penis against her butt, then his arms wrapped around her, hands resting on her stomach. 

"Are you ok?" he asked.

"Sort of," she said with a little concern, as she tensed her arms slightly against the cuffs, testing, knowing it was hopeless. "Where are we and what are you going to do?" 

"Stacy, you are safe here," he said with sincerity, kissing her cheek gently, knowing she didn't completely trust him yet, and was still concerned for her safety.

She was grateful for his sincere reassurance and his gentle kiss. Both helped reduce her fear a little.

He paused a few seconds, listening to the soft erotic music, thinking.

"Here is a little twist to a line that girls sometimes say in the movies. I'm going to help you, quote, 'slip into something more comfortable'," and he kissed her neck as his fingers opened the buttons of her blouse, then he pulled the blouse out of her skirt.

"Mmm," she moaned with anticipation, as she felt him release her bra and then his fingers were caressing her nipples. "Mmmyesss," she breathed greedily, enjoying the delicious sensations.

"That feels good, doesn't it Stacy?" he asked, knowing the answer from her moans but wanting her to admit it to him.

"Yesss," she breathed.

The pleasure from her nipples stopped and she felt the cuffs release. Her blouse was slowly, teasingly, slipped off, then her bra in the same manner, exposing her upper body to his gaze. Then she felt him slowly lifting her skirt up, bunching it and massaging it against her pussy, then undoing it and pulling it down her legs, dropping it to the floor. She felt him clip the cuffs together, hands in front.

Even his gentle and sincere reassurances couldn't keep her from being more nervousness now, yet thrilled and truly excited. She was bound, blindfolded and standing naked in front of him for the first time. She could feel his hard cock against her butt. His fingers started their pleasurable teasing of her nipples again and helped her enjoy her sudden nudity as she leaned against his warm body. She heard him take a long slow breath.

"Beautiful," he whispered, unaware he spoke. His mind was filled with joy and the realisation she was standing in front of him totally naked and that he was actually doing this, caressing and teasing a willing naked girl in bondage. His stomach full butterflies was gone. He felt wonderful giving her these pleasures and experiences. 

"Ohhh," she whispered, stunned. "Thank you," feeling both embarrassed and thrilled at such an erotic moment.

"Stacy, has anyone every told you how beautiful you are . . . naked?"

Ohmygod. Now she felt even more self-conscious of her nudity. She had only been partially exposed to him during their previous couple of erotic adventures. "Please kiss me," she said, trying to avoid the nervousness she felt, tilting her head up, feeling his lips kissing her. Ohhhyesss.

She leaned more firmly against him during their kiss and moaned as fingers from his one hand delightfully caressed her nipples, while his other warm hand softly rubbed the skin of her ribs and stomach in a slow soothing manner.

"Stacy, I can only image the pleasurable fun you are having. I'm sure you are aware, I'm very thankful to you for taking a chance with me, and teaching me. I have more to learn, but thank you. I hope most of your fears are gone, but I know it may take a while longer for you to trust me fully and completely. I know you don't know where you are, but you are safe. I have a very special evening planned for you, and I hope that doesn't frighten you. I think you will find it interesting and very enjoyable."

"Doogan, it has been interesting, thrilling and nice," she said, thinking of the cuffs and blindfold, her semi-public masturbation and exposure during the car ride and now her nervous excitement at being naked in front of him. She moaned again as he continued to caress her nipples.

"Stacy, I have a couple preliminary questions; then we can start."

"Ok," she said as her excitement and anticipation grew.

"I'm wondering about your relationship with your boyfriend. Are you willing to tell me how that's going?"

"Doogan, I told him we were finished. I wasn't going to take any more pain." This was the first time he had asked her about her boyfriend. He clearly was not nosy.

"Do you think the break up will be a problem?"

"No. I made it clear, pain and torture were not part of my life, and we are through. He doesn't know about you so there should be no problems."

"Stacy, I know you really like bondage, but have you given anything else in BDSM a try?"

"Well, the bondage has given me an introduction to multiple orgasms, public exposure, some rope and suspension play, and too much fear and pain."

"What do you find thrilling besides the orgasms?"

"The bondage itself is a wonderful turn-on, unexpected exposure is exciting, and vibrators are nice," she said smiling.

"How do you find the D/s aspects of all this?"

"I like some of it, other parts I didn't like so much, but that may change now."

"Have you ever thought of erotic encounters with another girl?"

Ohmygod. "Yes, occasionally, but I've never followed through."

"At some point in the future, would you be interested in acting on that idea?" 

"Yes, I think so." She knew lots of guys would love to watch two girls and then join in. The thought of a three-some with Doogan and a girl was a little exciting.

"Stacy, please stand still for a minute."

Another haunting erotic song started -- Enigma's 'Smell of Desire.' 

She listened to the song, feeling it immerse her with its erotic pulsing, encouraging her desire for more . . . more of anything he would give her. She heard him moving around nearby, a clicking sound and then a sweet scent of a fragrance.

He stepped up behind her again. "Comfy?"

"Yes, thanks," she said softly, feeling the warmth of his body press against her again.

"Ok. We'll start easy," he said, the fingers of one hand continued their delightful erotic teasing of her nipples and breasts. His other hand slowly traced a random warm path across the rest of her torso and caressed her pussy.

She leaned against him and turned her head as if looking up at him, then rested her head against his chest.

"Which do you like more, sex or bondage?" he asked. He really wasn't sure which answer she would select.

"Ohmygod" she said. How could she answer that. This was supposed to be 'easy'? She loved both. "Both."

"One or the other please," he said.

Silence from Stacy, her mind uncertain. 

The only sound they heard was the haunting erotic music. 

Suddenly his hands and arms moved and she felt his fingers tickling her ribs and she jerked. "Oh. No. NO." She squirm and giggle. "NO, I'll pee my pants."

"You aren't wearing any panties," he said, as he stopped his tickling. "Now, answer the question please," 

"Sex," she said smiling, but managing to suppress a giggle.

"You don't like my bondage?" he asked, as he wrapped his arms around her again.

"I like your bondage, but I like sex too," she said, now feeling his fingers grasping her nipples again and gently squeezing, slowly increasing the pressure to an uncomfortable level, then letting go and slowly feather touching all around her breasts, the sudden contrast was teasing and exquisitely sensual. "Ohhhmmm," she breathed as she slowly squirmed against his body with the wonderful sensations.

"You know, you won't have sex without bondage." he said softly, letting his warm breath drift across her neck for affect.

"Oh good," she started, then moaned, feeling his breath. "Both together is really nice. I love it that way," she whispered, continuing to slowly squirm from his wandering feather touches that sometimes felt like gentle licking.

"Do you like excitement or risks?" he asked, ignoring her comment, his fingers going back to caress her nipples.

"Excitement, yes. Risks, depends," she said. "Mmm." His teasing caresses were making it difficult for her to think, as her body continued to squirm.

"Do you like apprehension or anticipation?" he asked.

She hesitated. "Oh, anticipation for sure," she said. Ohmygod. She knew the routine, and he was getting good at his wonderfully distracting caresses. His mental teasing was also improving. Please . . . don't stop.

"Do you like fear or apprehension?" he asked, smiling at the trick question.

"Apprehension," she said.

She felt his hands gently grasp her shoulders and turn her around to face him.

"Please kneel," he said.

Ohmygod. Yes. Please. She knelt down. I want it so bad she though, as she knelt on the carpet. She licked her lips in anticipation. Please . . . please. An image of his hard cock flashed through her mind. His hands gently grasped her head and pressed her face against the front of his slacks. She felt his hard cock against her cheek. YES. She turned her head and opened her mouth to half grasp his cock. She moaned with the gratification of touching him through his slacks, yet frustrated at not being able to feel his warm soft skin. Please . . . She moved her head slowly back and forth feeling it against her cheeks, mouth and nose, her frustration increasing, her desire skyrocketing . . . "Please."

"Please what?" he asked.

Damn his teasing. He was getting too god. "Please, may I lick and suck your cock. Please?" 

Doogan gently grasped a clump of hair at the top of her head. "You want it real bad don't you?"

"Yesss," she whispered with urgent desire.

"Let me hear how badly you want it. Make it a good moan." and he gently pulled on her hair, moving her face away from his pants.

Ohmygod. She took a big breath and moaned in a measured way to make it last. Even the act of moaning felt frustrating.

"Ah. Good one Stacy. What do you want to do to my cock?"

"Ohmygod. Please stop teasing me. I want to lick it and suck it and feel it in my mouth. I want to feel the warm soft skin, the bulging veins, the ridge of the head, Mygod Doogan. Please . . . I know you want to tease me and make it wonderful, but soon, please," she implored. She knew she sounded desperate. She was. As desperate as most girls when their desire is teased and teased so wonderfully. She loved and hated it. No. Disliked it. However, she knew the teasing and denial increased the anticipation and pleasure. That was a good thing.

"Are you going to make it feel good for me?"

"Ohmygod. If I could make you cum on the first sucking stroke, I would gladly do it for you," she said, her voice strained with desire and tension. He was getting too good at this.

He heard her desperation and smiled. Ok, he though. Lower the tension a little bit. She had a while to go before he released her tension completely at least once tonight. He let go of her hair.

The sound of his zipper was loud and exquisitely exciting next to her head. Yesss. She could hardly wait. She wanted to push her head forward and search for it right now. But she knew she had to wait for the command . . . and wait . . . Ohmygod. The seconds felt like hours. Please hurry.

The song changed to a haunting mix of edgy sounds and choral chants -- Enigma's 'Temple of Love.'

She sensed the rustling of clothes and the movement of his hand, then a hint of his male sexual aroma.

"Suck."

YES. Ohmygod yes. Her mind soared in rapture, her mouth opening wide, her lips searching, as she slowly moved her head. She felt the first gentle touch of it against her lips, warm soft skin over hard flesh. She searched for the velvet smooth head. She gently sucked him into her mouth, but wanted to greedily devour it in a furious feast of speed, sucking and moaning. Her tongue caressed and tasted, then she sucked hard, pulling her mouth back, feeling the ridge slide out from her lips, with only half of the head in her mouth, then moving her head slightly faster with every sucking stroke. "Mmmmm . . . Mmmmm" 

"Ohhhyesss," whispered Doogan, feeling the urge to move his hips.

They soaked in the pleasures each gave and received. Then Doogan groaned and pulled his hips back, slipping out of her soft sucking lips.

"Nooo," she moaned, disappointment flaring up, diminishing the pleasure. She wanted to finish him, to feel him cum, to taste him. She loved watching his face when he came. And she loved to have him watch her swallow, it was so very intimate.

"I'm sorry Stacy. I have more than just my cock for you tonight. Please be patient. There is more to cum." knowing she couldn't see his smile, nor his mind's spelling.

"In order to make the rest of the night better for you, I'm going to . . ."

She felt the blindfold being removed. 

"Ohmygod. Doogan. Oh. Oh." She was completely surprised, shocked. His hard cock was just inches in front of her face. "Ohhhyesss," she exhaled softly, her total being focused on it.

"Don't you dare move. Look at it Stacy. You want it. I know you want it. Tell me you want it."

"Ohmygod. I want it. Please," her hands rising up a couple inches about to reach out, but stopping, frustration mounting.

Lick your lips if you want it. Show me." 

Without taking her eyes off it, she titled her head up to show him and licked her lips.

"Not slow and sensual enough. Make me want to plunge into your mouth. Show me."

Ohmygod. She parted her lips slightly, hoping they looked erotic and inviting. Then she stuck the tip of her tongue out a little, then farther and slowly licked her lips.

"Beautiful. Do it again."

Ohmygod. She could scream from the teasing and frustration. She did it again.

"Very good," His hands grasped her and pulled her up. His lips kissed her and she moaned both pleasure and disappointment. Then she was turned around and held. He stood pressing against her from behind in the dimly lit room.

She was standing looking at herself naked in a full length mirror, with Doogan standing behind her. She stared at her naked body in the soft golden light from a dozen flickering candles around them. She looked at his face in the mirror as he watched her, from over her shoulder, letting the image burn into her mind. She slowly turned her head and looked around.




Bound To Heal Ch. 04



Chapter 04: DINNER

Note: Songs and videos appear as part of the story. Find them on YouTube and play them to enhance your reading pleasure. 

* * *

As Nancy drove the pickup truck, she and Julie chatted on the way to the village.

Julie was anxious and excited to meet Doogan for dinner as she watched for the restaurant. She was also scared, really scared. Driving was a dangerous thing. She'd learned that first hand -- twice -- first with the death of her parents in their accident a year ago and then just a month ago with her own crash. People just don't sit up and take notice until it's too late. And now it was difficult to admit she was a perfect example.

The pickup truck pulled into the parking lot and stopped close to the front door. Julie took a deep breath and then sighed, "Ok. Here I go."

Nancy looked over at Julie and smiled, "You'll be fine. He's a nice boy and I'm sure he's also a gentleman. You couldn't be in better hands. Call me when you're finished and I'll come and get you."

Julie smiled at Nancy's words of encouragement. She needed it. This was her first date in over a year. Well, it wasn't really a date, just a thank you dinner for the man who had saved her life, who had tenderly cared for her.

Ok, relax. It's now or never. She opened the truck's door and got gingerly out, taking her crutches.

"Hello Julie, need a helping hand."

She jerked, startled by the voice suddenly behind her. "Doogan? Oh my! You scared me," as she felt his hands slide under her arms and press snugly against her ribs securely supporting her balance.

"Oh. Doogan. Please, not so tight, my injured breast."

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Doogan, now remembered her injured right breast. He moved his hand back from her right side. "Did I hurt you, I'm sorry Julie, I didn't mean to," he said sincerely.

"No. You didn't hurt me. It was just the pressure. It's still a little sensitive." She could feel herself getting warm inside from the touch of his fingers and talking about her breast.

"Hello Nancy, How are you this evening?" asked Doogan looking into the open door of the pickup truck.

"Hello Doogan. I'm fine thanks. And how are you?" Nancy asked.

"Just fine, thank you," he said.

"Julie will call me when you're finished and I'll come and get her.

"Oh. You're not having dinner with us? I thought . . ." said Doogan, remembering the three of them in the hospital hallway.

"No Doogan. The accident and Julie's rescue didn't involve me, just the two of you. You two have a nice time.

"Julie, I don't feel right about not having Nancy here with us. I always thought she would be coming to dinner too," said Doogan. 

"Nancy, are you sure you won't stay and have dinner with us," said Julie.

"No, you two enjoy a nice dinner, I've already got my dinner planned, it just has to be warned up. Thanks anyway," said Nancy.

"Nancy, don't worry about coming to get Julie. I'll bring her straight home after dinner," said Doogan.

"Are you sure Doogan," said Nancy.

"We'll be home before you get the dishes done," he said smiling.

"Oh, thank you Doogan. That's kind of you. Have a nice evening," said Nancy.

Doogan closed the truck's door and stood close watching Julie get onto the sidewalk.

"I think we're going to have nice dinner," he said. "And I'm sorry I frightened you," he said.

"That's ok Doogan. I know you didn't mean to," said Julie.

He stood behind her as she hobbled up the steps.

They were given a table near a corner. They ordered shrimp for an appetizer but Julie wasn't sure what to order for wine. Just before her parents' accident, she was starting to acquire a taste for wine and didn't know much about the various varieties. Doogan suggested she try a house wine or a Chardonnay. She ordered a Chardonnay, he ordered a Caesar.

"You look very nice tonight Julie, I like your hair and that colourful blouse," he said smiling at her. The swirls of golds, browns, greens and thin black lines looked nice with her brown hair. 

"Thank you," she said feeling a blush on her face and neck. She had purchased the blouse over a year ago. "This is the first time I've worn it," She was now pleased with her old, but new blouse.

Doogan opened their conversation talking about movies, old and new. Doogan liked a variety of sci-fi, war, and comedy, Julie didn't know many of the movie titles Doogan mentioned. She had her own favourites: Bridges of Madison Country, It's Complicated, the Descendants. They both liked What Women Want and Casablanca.

When the shrimp arrived Doogan asked, "Wouldst My-Lady liketh the first shrimp with a little dipping sauce?"

"Thank you," said Julie, surprised at the old English dialogue. She watched him pick up a shrimp and dip it in the red sauce.

"The first one is for My-Lady," he said, holding it out for her with a small plate under to catch any drips. 

"Doogan!" she whispered looking around, surprised and embarrassed.

"Julie, let's be happy and have a little fun. I thought it would be proper for me to offer it to you," he said, then pulled his arms back and slipped the shrimp into his mouth, biting off the tail shell. "Mmm good." he said, smiling. "Would you like one?"

She looked at him as he enjoyed the shrimp, smiling.

"Ok, I'm sorry Doogan, I'm just not used to letting my hair down," she said. Could you please give me one," she said, a little self-conscious.

"I'd be happy to My-Lady," he said, dipping a shrimp and reaching over to her. "Now open wide," he said, pulling back slightly, making her lean forward. "A little wider. Good. Here you go My-Lady," he said, as he inserted the shrimp into her mouth..

She bit down gently, and he pulled the remaining piece away, setting it on a plate.

"See, that wasn't so hard was it?" he asked. His mind was now overly active, thinking wonderfully erotic thoughts already. Darn, He shouldn't have done that. He was hoping to be a gentleman tonight, not that he wasn't a gentleman. He just had an active romantic and erotic mind, with just a slight twist of kink.

She looked around, but no one was looking at them. She felt less self- conscious now. She didn't answer. She just enjoyed the shrimp.

After some discussion about food, they both ordered the Filet Mignon with brown rice and candied baby carrots.

Doogan let her pick her own other two shrimp and he ate his.

"Is it ok if I ask about your farm?" said Doogan, not wanting to upset Julie. "I've never been on a farm except for emergency calls."

"Oh. Sure. What do you want to know?" asked Julie.

"We talked briefly on the phone the other night about the farm, but do you have tractors and other big equipment?" asked Doogan.

We, umm . . . I have one average size tractor. It doesn't have a cab like the big ones today. I have a couple accessories, a chisel plough, a power take-off for running the belt elevator, a snow blower for the driveway and yard area, a small bailer and hay trailer.

Doogan asked about the equipment and Julie explained their functions. 

"I helped my parents all the time, right after getting home from school and on weekends. I wasn't very strong so the manual work was difficult, but I could do the tractor work, plough and till the fields, bail hay and snow-blow the driveway," said Julie. "I actually learned to drive the tractor and use the equipment before learning to drive the pick-up and get a licence."

"That's amazing Julie," said Doogan. He was impressed that Julie could do all the field work with the tractor and other equipment. "But you don't do anything now?"

Julie hesitated a second. "Can we talk about something else please?" She was starting to feel the hollow ache and she didn't want that tonight.

"Sure, so do you follow women's fashion and all the changes every couple months?" asked Doogan.

"No, we . . . I get a couple catalogues from the department stores, but mom and I were not into all that, just the basics," said Julie.

"I guess you have a favorite perfume or two?" he asked, trying to show at least some small interest in her.

"No, I just used mom's," she said, feeling the hollow ach. "What made you be a paramedic and get into ambulance and EMS?" she asked quickly to avoid further questions.

Their food arrived and they briefly stopped talking to taste the food and enjoy their first bites. 

"Mmm. This filet is very good Julie. Thank you for this tonight. I had a first aid certificate in order to work at a summer job and then helped treat a couple workers. I found out there was a college paramedic program and poof, "I'm getting my hands covered in . . . sorry, not a topic for the dinner table."

"Was it a tough course . . . program?" asked Julie.

"Yes. The workload was heavy and we learned more than just emergency medicine, we learned emergency driving, and light rescue, and had to know numerous rules and policies under the various health care Acts and the Traffic Act. Passing grade for all tests, skills, assignments, everything was 75 percent from the college I attended, so graduates were automatically honor students. There is talk now of raising that to 80 percent.

"Wow, that sounds tough," she said.

"We lost 25 percent of the students at the first Christmas exams, and more at the next set," said Doogan.

"Can I ask about your job, what you do and have seen?" she asked a little excited.

"Sure," he said. He talked about learning the city and surrounding townships and country roads, where the hospitals were in other communities, working with the air ambulance and those medics. He said some of the things he'd seen weren't good conversation at the table, but maybe later.

"Goodness, sounds like you are always learning new things," Julie said. 

"Yes," said Doogan. Some things change frequently and other things drag on that really need to be changed. It's like that in many places. So what hobbies do you have Julie?"

"None really. I did belong to the 4H Club when I was younger. I won third place in plowing against all the boys one year," her face beaming with a big smile.

"Wow. Good for you," said Doogan, showing surprise and support. "Did you raise any animals for contests?"

"No, That takes too much time and effort," said Julie, "I loved the tractor work. It gave me a feeling of being able to do things others couldn't. Not really power, but ability. It felt good to go to school and say I just plowed and seeded or bailed 50 areas, just like the boys. Of course, I'm not that good in the kitchen but mom and dad always liked my Sunday dinners."

"Wow, a chef too," said Doogan, smiling. She seemed like a very nice girl with plenty of skills and knowledge, just shy and in need of some TLC for her injuries and heart ache.

"What hobbies do you have Doogan?" she asked.

"Nothing as exciting as operating a complicated tractor," said Doogan, hoping the statement would help her feel good, "I made a few plastic model cars and planes, played hockey and baseball, had a paper route. Now I cycle, do a little astronomy and plenty of reading, both for work and for personal enjoyment. I like techno-thrillers. In fact, a number of the books I've read have been made into movies: Ice Station Zebra, Firefox, Hunt for Red October, Clear and Present Danger.

They had almost finished their dinner and the waitress stopped to ask about desert. They both declined. Julie said she was paying for this diner as a special treat. The waitress said she'd bring the bill when they finished. 

Doogan heard the distant siren first. He listened to try and identify whether it was police, EMS or fire. A few seconds later he thought it was a police car.

Julie saw Doogan look out the window and turn his head slightly, listening, Then she heard it too. A chill went through her. She watched Doogan. He seemed so calm, just listening. Clearly, the siren had his attention.

He saw Julie looking at him, "A police car I think," he said. 

"How do you know?" she asked.

"Police, EMS and fire all have slightly different sirens. The police and EMS are the closest sounding, the most difficult to tell apart," he said. 

"Wow, I wouldn't know," said Julie, "They all sound the same to me."

"Working in emergency services, heightens your senses for situational awareness and one of the major things is hearing sirens, being able to tell them apart and where they are coming from. Police cars are fast and maneuverable, so those you have to watch for. Fire trucks move slower and are big and bulky, but you never want to be hit by one. Ambulances are in the middle, quick and somewhat maneuverable. " He smiled.

Julie was amazed at this little bit of information was so vital to Doogan for his work. She would never have guessed the differences between the sirens and vehicle performance was so important for his safety.

The police car went by the window, lights flashing, then a yelp from its siren. Julie startled. 

"Are you alright Julie?" Doogan asked.

Goose bumps covered her arms and she shivered. "Umm, Yes." she said, not too convincingly.

Doogan saw her shiver for a second. He turned and looked for the waitress, lifting his arm and giving a small wave to her. She nodded and went to print out the bill. "Do you want to sit for a few minutes or head for home?" he asked Julie, knowing she was a little upset at hearing the siren. She would need some serious coaching to get her to drive again.

"I think I'd like to go home," said Julie.

"Ok. You should call Nancy and tell her we're on our way." said Doogan.

"Good idea," said Julie as she looked for her cell phone in her purse.

Julie paid the bill, and they walked out to his car, Doogan walking closely beside her in case she slipped.

He thanked her for a great meal and her sincere gratitude. He was truly moved.

* * *

Doogan started the car and turned on the stereo. He loaded one of his home made symphony CD's and selected track 3 -- J.S. Bach's 'Air'. The slow mellow sound of the orchestra's string section was very peaceful and soothing. Hopefully, it would have a similar effect on Julie during the drive home. He drove slowly out of the parking lot so he didn't upset her.

Julie looked at Doogan. My goodness, symphony music, then realised he had made the selection to help her. "Doogan, thank you for thinking of me. That was very kind of you, but you don't have to play symphony music to calm me down for the ride home. I know you are a good driver. You have to be for your job. What other kinds of music do you have?"

He was driving slower than the speed limit to help reduce Julie's fears of being in traffic.

"I'm sorry. I was just trying to help you. I like a number of types, movie themes, light sensuous jazz, some new age synth music including space and ambient, 50's and 60's rock-n-roll, and some classical music."

"Wow, that's quite a variety. What do you like the most?" Julie asked.

"That depends on my mood and what I'm doing," said Doogan.

"Ok, If you weren't playing symphony music to calm me down, what would you be playing now?" she asked.

"Either light jazz or some erotic music," he said, then realized what he'd said.

"Erotic music?" Julie asked.

"Oh its nothing," he said quickly. "I'll switch to some jazz," he said flipping on the interior light, opening the centre console and grabbing a CD, looking at it, then grabbing another, looking for the CD he wanted.

"I don't know any erotic songs. You mean romantic songs, right?" she asked.

Doogan smiled, "Ahhh yes, that's right." He stopped trying to grab the CDs as some traffic got close ahead.

As the traffic passed, he spoke, "Lots of popular songs have romantic, sensuous and even erotic titles.

"Oh?" she said, "like what?"

Doogan realized he'd backed himself into a corner. Ok. Here goes . . . "Let me think a second . . . Endless Quest, Take My Breath Away, It Feels So Good, Make Me Lose Control, Afternoon Delight, Do It To Me, Kiss You All Over, Long Fellow Serenade, Slave to Love, Tonight's the Night."

My goodness, she had no idea there were so many . . . erotic song titles. "I guess the lyrics are just as . . . erotic?" Julie asked, slightly embarrassed and a little excited.

"Many are double entendre but some are outright erotic, yes," said Doogan. She didn't seem upset at the topic.

She noticed his concentration on the traffic again and looked down into the CD compartment at the six or seven CDs. She could see two marked Erotic #1 -- #2. "May I get a CD out please?" as she reached into the compartment.

"Ok. Thanks," said Doogan. "Oh. No. It's ok. I'll get one as he turned his head and saw she had already selected a CD -- Erotic #1.

She turned it over and saw the list of songs by: Enigma, Joe Romano and Ken Kritzberg. The songs all had very sensuous and erotic titles: Endless Quest, Smell of Desire, Enchanted Eyes, Passion Dance, Outdoor Fantasy, Your Favorite Secret . . .

She had never seen erotic titles like this or probably rarely heard this type of music, even if it was popular. Normally, she wouldn't be interested in songs like this, but Doogan had just mentioned that so many popular songs were 'erotic' and she was now holding a home-made CD with the same title. Maybe it was also being with Doogan that made her want to hear some of these.

"Oh Doogan. These sound interesting. I'd like to hear this CD please," she said.

"Julie, I'd love to play that CD for you, but this isn't the time or the place. I save them for very special . . . um . . . moments."

Julie looked at him for a few seconds. "Oh," she said softly. "I'm sorry for intruding Doogan," as she placed the CD in the compartment. 

"However, since you seem very interested in it, I will play one song. Pick one," he said.

"Are you sure she asked?" wondering what was hidden in other parts of his personality. "Two songs please?" she asked, picking up the CD again and looking at the list.

"Just a second," he said, seeing a lane into a farmer's field and turning into it, stopping. "I'll let you pick three songs, one from each artist but you only get to hear the first 30 seconds of each song." he said.

"Thank you Doogan," she said studying the list. After 15 seconds she said, "I don't know Doogan. They all look so romantic and . . . sensuous." She couldn't use the world 'erotic'. I think I've heard of Enigma, but not the other two."

Doogan thought for a moment. This could be the opening to gently plant erotic seeds for future use. "Since both guys and girls are in search of things of mutual interest, may I suggest Enigma's 'Endless Quest.'

"Ok, thank you," she said.

He loaded the CD and started the track. The sounds of an erotic throbbing beat with a light choral background and haunting strings sounding like a flute filled the car.

She was amazed. She had rarely heard music like this, except maybe in a movie. It sent a shiver down her spine. She briefly imagined the erotic image of a latin couple, a trim dark haired hansom man in a black tux and white shirt, and an exotic looking dark haired curvaceous lady in a dark red flowing dress with plunging neck line and a slit in the skirt almost to her hip, flashing a well-tanned shapely leg and thigh. They starred into each other's eyes, facing each other, separately sway-dancing very close, deliberately bushing against each other, teasing. "Oh Doogan, this is very sensual," she said as her mind played the erotic movie.

She looked at Doogan wondering what kind of a man could be so kind and caring, yet have such a mysterious and hidden romantic . . . erotic side. She stared at his face, his image burning into her mind. Ohmy! She remembered the image of his face in the ambulance. She had an urge to reach out and kiss him.

Doogan stopped the song at 45 seconds. "What's your next song Julie?" 

It took a few seconds to tear her gaze away from him. She looked at the list again. "I'm not sure. Please help me Doogan."




Bound To Heal Ch. 04



He looked at the list. This should spark her interest, "Joe Romano's 'The Scent of Her Hair'," he said.

"Ok," she replied. The sound of a soft steady drumbeat, the rhythmic plucking of a bass fiddle and a soulful single trumpet filled the car. Again, Julie was amazed at the music. It seemed less erotic and more romantic and sensual. The image of a boy and girl sitting on a beach watching a sunset filled her mind.

He stopped the track at 45 seconds. "And your last selection is?" Doogan asked.

"Doogan, could you please pick one," she said, knowing she didn't know which one to pick. Being near him and hearing the music made her want to hear more of these erotic songs. Ohmy.

"Ok," he said checking the list. One more double entendre he thought. "Ken Kritzberg's 'Moonbeams on Your Lips'," he said, and selected the track.

A light yet haunting melody filled the car with the sound of a soft drum beat, a single trumpet, and the occasional flute and guitar. The image of a boy and girl in jeans and jackets laying on a blanket under a full moon as his fingers teasingly walked across her stomach then disappeared, only to walk on her thigh, then disappear and walk across her upper chest. The flute notes were his fingers walking. Ohmy. She loved this music, realizing she was getting aroused just listening to it . . . imagining . . .

After 45 seconds. he ejected the CD and placed it in the compartment. He turned off the radio.

"Let's talk without the stereo, ok?" he said, more of a statement than a question.

"Sure," said Julie, thinking of her excited state, looking at Doogan.

"What music do you like Julie?" he inquired.

"I'm not sure what music I like. Whatever is popular I guess. We didn't have a radio on the tractor and we were always working in the barn or the garden so I haven't listened to music very much. I don't know many songs, but I know what I like when I hear it," Julie said. "And your music is wonderful."

"Thank you. You like the songs on my CD so you must know some songs?" he asked.

"Your songs are really nice Doogan, even without the singing. The instruments and melody sound wonderful. Well. I really don't know any songs. Oh, um, 'Do You Want To Dance' is a nice song," she said.

"Yes, that is a nice song. You must have heard 'Boogie Woogie Choo Choo Train'? It was both a popular and a country song."

"Oh yes, that is a good one," she said smiling.

"Ok, there must be more songs you like," he said.

"Sorry Doogan," She just couldn't think of any.

"Ok, Do you have a computer at home with an internet connection?"

"Yes, why?" 

"Do you watch videos on YouTube?"

"Very little. Just some about farming, tractors, ploughs and other farm equipment," she replied.

"There are tons of songs on there to listen to and watch," said Doogan as he checked the traffic and got back on the road.

A minute later, Julie said, "The turn for the township road is just ahead on the right." She felt happy she'd thanked him in a really nice way with the dinner. But she also felt sad now, that familiar empty lonely ache was creeping back. She was afraid. Would it fill her once again? Would he leave and not see her again?

Doogan turned his car onto the township's gravel road, "Where to now Julie?"

"Third farm house on the left," she said.

He pulled into the driveway and stopped at the short walkway leading to the large porch and the side door of the house. He shut off the motor and turned sideways in the seat and looked at her.

"Julie. I don't know about other guys, but this is always a difficult point for me, here in the driveway or at the door of the house. I'd . . . like to see you again, if you like," Doogan said, unfounded fear in the back of his mind.

Her heart soared. "Oh Doogan. Yes, I'd like to see you again too. Is tomorrow too soon?" she said, suddenly happy but nervous.

Doogan felt some relief. The first, most difficult step for him was over.

"Doogan, would you like to come in and meet Nancy and talk a while?" she asked.

"I'd be happy to come in for a few minutes." said Doogan. He opened the car door and helped Julie stand up. He walked beside her at the steps and opened the door to allow Julie to hobble into the kitchen.

* * *

"We're home Nancy," said Julie. "We're coming into the living room."

Doogan was hanging up their coats at the side door closet.

"Is Doogan here to?" asked Nancy.

"Yes, he's coming in for a few minutes," said Julie, as she hobbled towards the couch. She sat sideways on the couch with a couple pillows for support and her legs up.

Nancy was sitting in a wing chair holding a book, "So how was dinner?" 

"The food was good and we had a nice time, "said Julie.

"It was a nice little restaurant, a quiet but steady business. It was very nice," said Doogan, as he sat down on the other wing chair. 

"These chairs belonged to Julie's grandfather," Nancy said opening the conversation. "They were upholstered in this lovely green a few years ago." 

"Older furniture always seems to have character," Doogan said.

"I'm getting a little thirsty. Does anyone want something to drink?" asked Nancy as she stood up.

Doogan and Julie said 'no'.

Nancy went into the kitchen and the sound of cupboard doors, glasses and the fridge door could be heard.

"Doogan, could you please give me a hand a second?" called Nancy.

Doogan smiled at Julie and walked into the kitchen where Nancy waved Doogan to the far side of the kitchen. 

"Doogan, could you open this for me please," said Nancy in a normal voice, holding out a bottle of wine.

"Sure thing Nancy," said Doogan as he took the bottle and easily opened it.

Nancy placed her index finger over her mouth as a sign to be quiet. Then she leaned close to Doogan and whispered to him, "I know you feel you didn't deserve the dinner, but please let Julie and I thank you that way. Julie is still depressed about losing her parents and now her own car accident is not helping her recover. If thanking you with the dinner helps her, please accept my sincere thanks for giving up your evening for her."

Doogan whispered in reply, "Nancy, I did not give up the evening. It has been a real pleasure to have dinner with Julie. I like her. I have a tendency to help people, and I think my career reflects that. I sincerely hope she gets better, both physically and mentally. If talking with her or just visiting on occasion will help, I'd be glad to drop by."

"Thank you," she whispered, and in a normal voice she said, "Thank you for opening this Doogan. You're such a strong young man," said Nancy, winking.

"You're welcome Nancy," said Doogan, giving her a thumb's up sign and a smile.

Doogan walked back into the living room and sat down.

Nancy came back into the room with a small plate of cheese slices and a glass of wine.

"Julie, are you tired or sore," asked Nancy.

"No, I'm fine. Doogan has taken good care of me. No running on the stairs and all that stuff," she said smiling. 

"Doogan, how do you think she's doing?" asked Nancy.

"I think she's doing fine, but she needs to limit the time she's up walking around, at least for this first six weeks. It's been a month and the bones are just starting to heal so it's important to be very careful. Less activity means there's less chance of banging that foot and leg. Julie told me she's had no signs of a head injury, so that's a very good thing. And her breast injury should be doing fairly well. She may still have some bruising and it may be sensitive to pressure for a little while yet," said Doogan.

"Thank you Doogan. I think we both appreciate the free medical advice. It takes a little of the worry off my shoulders to hear the good news. Looks like you're healing just fine Julie," said Nancy.

"I'm mostly happy, but it's just taking so long. I know, things take time to heal," said Julie.

"Well, I hope you two will excuse me, I'm getting tried so I'm going to read for a few more minutes. Don't stay up too late Julie. You need your rest to help the healing. Good night Doogan. Good night Julie." Nancy walked down the hall to her bedroom.

Doogan moved over and sat on the rug next to the couch. Julie handed him a pillow to sit on. "There's really nothing on TV tonight. Do you want to watch some stuff on the internet?" he asked.

"Good idea," said Julie. My laptop computer is in my room, the internet connection is in the kitchen.

Ok, but can I use your bathroom please," he asked.

"Sure, down the hall first on the left, and my room is next to it with the computer. I'll be in the Kitchen," said Julie as Doogan helped her to stand up.

Doogan walked down the hall. The door on the right was open only a crack. Doogan looked at the small crack and saw Nancy naked with her back to him. She was bending over picking up her nightgown. As she straightened up, she turned slightly, allowing Doogan a nice side view of her body. Her butt was beautifully curved and her breasts were just the right size, rounded and still slightly pointed with large perky nipples. Her tummy was flat and Doogan could just see some brown pubic hair peeking out from this side view. Doogan felt his sexual urge begin. Nancy was certainly a good looking woman. She had now found the bottom of her nightgown and was slipping her arms and head into it.

Doogan didn't wait to be caught. He took another few steps and entered the bathroom. After relieving himself and washing, he came out and went into Julie's room for her laptop. He was surprised at the room, a nice four-post bed with a canopy of white sheers, a shelf of stuffed animals, a dresser with girl things, and white sheers and pulled down blind for the window. 

He came back to the kitchen with the computer, not looking at Nancy's bedroom door.

Julie was sitting at the kitchen table, her cast leg on a chair with a small pillow.

He handed Julie her laptop and she connected the internet cable and turned it on.

"Doogan, could you please turn on the sink light and turn off the overhead so we can see the screen better? Thank you. Do you have a computer?" she asked. Her face was now illuminated by the computer screen and indirectly from the light over the sink. If it weren't the kitchen, this would be romantic, she thought. 

"Yes, a PC on my desk," replied Doogan as he pulled a chair next to Julie and sat down.

"YouTube right?" she asked.

"Yes. It has tons of videos," he replied.

She found the link to YouTube.

They started to watch various videos... chipmunks, hummingbirds, cycling on paved trails, water falls, kite flying, trains, cruise ships, and a couple astronomy videos.

Nancy suddenly realized the house was quiet. She couldn't hear Julie or Doogan talking, and the TV wasn't on. Surely those two weren't . . . No. She put her book down and walked to the bedroom door and quietly opened it. A soft sound was coming from somewhere. She walked into the living room in her long white nightgown. The sound was coming from the kitchen. She took a couple more steps and peeked around the corner. Julie and Doogan were at the kitchen table looking at the computer with the sound turned down so they didn't bother her. How considerate. She backed up to the hall and called out "Is everything ok?" 

"Everything is fine Nancy. Come and see these videos," said Julie, as she watched craters on the moon.

Nancy came around the corner and stopped at the kitchen door. "Here you are," she said, noting the dim lighting.

Doogan turned around and looked at Nancy. The living room lights were on behind Nancy and the white nightgown was now translucent. Nancy's legs were sensually silhouetted and met erotically at her crouch. Doogan felt a stirring in his groin. "Hi. Want to see some craters on the moon?" as he reluctantly turned back to the computer screen.

Nancy came over and watched for a few seconds. "Wow. That is something. Are you ok Julie? You're not tired?"

"I'm fine Nancy, thanks," said Julie.

"Don't stay up too late, you need your sleep. Goodnight again Doogan," said Nancy.

"Goodnight Nancy," Doogan said turning around, seeing her disappear around the corner. 

Nancy went back to her room, knowing Doogan wouldn't try anything ungentlemanly tonight on a first date in the open kitchen with her nearby. She mentally scolded herself. Doogan was a nice kind boy who had saved Julie's life. He wouldn't hurt her. Well, even doctors got into trouble sometimes. Stop it. Be nice. She picked up her book off the bed, placed it on the night table, took the final sip of her wine and crawled under the covers, turning out the light.

"How about some nice soft and easy listening music?" said Doogan, 

"What artist?" asked Julie.

"Type 'space music'," he said.

They listened to an ambient song and watched wonderful images of the universe and amazing photos of earth taken from the space station.

"That was nice and soothing, but I'd prefer something with a little more beat," she said.

* * *

"Before we do that, I'd like to ask you a couple questions please," said Doogan.

"Sure, what about?" said Julie.

You know I help people with my job. Do you think I'd help people even when I'm off work?" he asked. 

"Of course you would," said Julie.

"And even if I was almost a stranger, do you think I'd still help you in some way?" he said.

"Yes Doogan. You would help me. But why these questions?" she asked.

"Julie, given what you know about me, do you trust me?" he said looking into her eyes.

"Yes Doogan, I trust you," she said, curious about the question.

"No Julie, I don't mean professional trust or general trust of an acquaintance. I mean deep personal trust? Do you really trust me?" he said, still looking into her eyes.

Now she felt a little nervous. She'd heard that line enough in the movies to know that something bad always happens to the person being asked the question -- the husband, wife, girlfriend, etc.

"I think so Doogan," she said, not fully believing her own words.

Doogan could hear the uncertainty in her words. See it in her eyes and face. "Julie, I'm going to ask you a hypothetical question. "Do you trust me enough to give me permission to freely touch you anywhere and still be a gentlemen?"

Ohmy! "Doogan! I don't think so." she said looking at him. Wow. Where was he going with this? "That doesn't sound like you."

"I said hypothetically. See, you are not sure and your morals were offended that I would ask and imply such naughty actions. So, think about the question. First, it is hypothetical. Second, it asked for unhindered touching anywhere. Third, it said the touching, if it occurred, would be in a gentlemanly fashion. So, do you really trust me?" he asked.

She thought a moment. "Maybe . . . Ok. I trust you . . . hypothetically."

Doogan smiled. "Ok, you've thought through my analysis and find little or no risk, so you trust me and give me permission, right?" he said.

"Yes, but why all this?" she asked with curiosity. "Do you want to do something bad to me?" she said, thinking of the movies.

"No Julie, just the opposite. I want to do three things: I want to help you get better, help you be happier, and give you something wonderful. Does that sound bad?"

"No," she said nervously, still not sure.

He could hear the uncertainty in her voice. "Ok, Julie let's try this. I'm going to get up and stand behind you and place my hands on your shoulders. Then I'm going to give you a nice little shoulder massage, nothing more. Ok?" he said. 

"Ok."

He stood up and placed his hands on her shoulders, then whispered in her ear, "Close your eyes and enjoy." He gently started the massage. "Are you nervous?"

"A little," she said.

"Relax Julie, enjoy the massage." he said.

She enjoyed the nice feeling of the gentle massage for a minute, then, it stopped. She opened her eyes.

"Julie, type 'Enigma Between Mind and Heart'. Click on that one," as he pointed to a video on the laptop screen.

A haunting erotic sound came softly from the speakers.

"Now, trust me. Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you. I'm going to start the massage again. 

She closed her eyes and felt his hands gently massage her shoulders. It felt nice and the music was sensual too, adding to the mood.

"Do you trust me now?"

She hesitated enjoying the haunting erotic music as it caressed her senses. "Yes," she said.

"Ok, I want you to think about a movie in your mind. A movie where the boy and girl are doing what we are doing. Do you see it?"

"Yes."

Does it look and seem nice?"

"Yes."

"Julie, does it feel nice, for real?"

"Yes."

"Ok, Julie, follow my descriptions. In your mind do you see the boy's hands drifting lower onto her upper chest and the girl moaning softly, enjoying the massage?"

"Yes."

"Do you see him lean over and whisper in her ear, his breath warm on her neck, sending a wonderful erotic chill down her spine. 'Can I touch you all over please?' he asks and she whispers 'yes'.

"Yes," Julie whispered, enjoying the fantasy movie in her mind.

"The boy's hands now massage lower on her blouse, reaching the upper swell of her breasts and the edge of her bra, exciting both of them. He hesitates from fear of not being a gentleman, yet, he wants to move his hands lower and give her pleasure with a more erotic massage. Julie, do you like this movie enough to make it real?" Doogan asked.

"Oh Doogan . . . I don't know--," she started to say.

"Trust me Julie. Remember what I said, 'permission to freely touch you anywhere, but still be a gentleman.' Trust me. Give me your permission please." Doogans hands were still on her shoulders giving her a nice massage as he whispered in her ear, his warm breath drifting over her neck. 

"Oh . . . mmmm . . . ok. Yes," she whispered. 

"The boys hands drift lower and gently rest on her blouse-covered breasts, Both the girl and the boy were feeling very excited, knowing it was naughty, yet they wanted it to continue," whispered Doogan. 

She felt his hands stop and leave her shoulders. She didn't know where he was going to place his hands, but she was sure he was going to touch her breasts, just like the little story.

Then she felt his hands on her shoulders again, gently continuing the massage. She felt excited, but relieved and disappointed. Then his touch disappeared again. A feather-light touch traced across her upper chest just below her collar bones, then disappeared. She startled at the feather touches on her bare arms, the sensations almost like tickling. She sighed and a chill raced down her spine. This was amazing. Then his hands firmly rubbed her arms to dissipate the tickling sensation.

"There, a nice little massage, the suggestion that something wonderful, yet naughty may happen, however, only sensual touching on your arms," he whispered. 

"Oh Doogan, that was exciting and wonderful. Where did you learn that?" she asked, turning her head to look at him as he sat down beside her.

"I've done a little reading and watched a couple movies," he said with a smile. "and I've dated a couple times," his smile getting bigger. If only she knew. She will.

"Now hold out your arm please and watch."

She felt the feather touch of his finger as she watched it move up her arm from her wrist. The sensation was amazing and the sight of his finger doing it made it romantic, sensual and yes, erotic. Goose bumps appeared on her arms and she shivered.

"Rub your arm and the sensation will disappear," he said. He stood up again, standing behind her, his hands on her shoulders, his head touching hers, inhaling her wonderfully scented hair, whispering, "I like the scent of your hair." Girls always had wonderful scents in their hair from their shampoos. "Give me permission to freely touch you anywhere and still be a gentleman." 

Ohmy. She was excited and wanted too, but she was nervous. She had not done this in a long time. But now she wanted to experience it again with Doogan, except she knew there would be no hasty teenage fumbling. She sensed he knew how to give her wonderful pleasure, immediately. She whispered, "Yes." A thrill of excitement raced through her. Ohmy. Now she had to trust him.




Bound To Heal Ch. 04



"Julie, say what you are giving me permission to do."

Silence. Then, "Doogan please touch me," she whispered hesitantly, another thrill raced through her.

"Are you sure Julie?"

"Yes."

"Do you trust me? Say it."

"Yes, I trust you."

"You want to kiss me, don't you?"

Ohmy, yes. How did he know? "Yes."

"Julie, close your eyes and enjoy. You can even moan when you want to. In fact, I want you to moan when it feels good, when the pleasure is wonderful. Ok?"

"Yes," she whispered, enjoying the little massage his hands were doing right now to her shoulders. She wondered what he was going to do. It would probably be naughty. She had a good idea that he would touch her breasts, like the story a minute ago. The thought of that possible naughty action was increasing her anticipation and excitement, she had already given in to her desires and said 'yes'.

His hands disappeared from her shoulders and she listened to the erotic song softly playing. What was he waiting for? "Doogan?"

"Shhh. No talking please. Focus on your body and the sensations."

She waited, listening to the song end, then she felt him bump against her and heard the click of the mouse, then the song started again. She waited some more. She startled as his warm hand touched the ankle of her good leg, holding it firmly. She never expected him to touch her down there. She thought he was going to touch her breasts. Then his hand let go of her ankle. She waited some more, then she jerked again as a feather light touch traced across her lips and was gone. "Mmm."

"Good girl"

She waited. Then his lips were kissing her, his hand at the back of her head pressing her lips to his. "Mmm." Then he was gone. Ohmy. What a game.

"Good girl. Keep your eyes closed. No cheating," he whispered from behind her.

Then feather-touches on her arms again, only they went up and down a couple times, sending chills through her and raising goose bumps on her skin again. More waiting. Then warm hands firmly on her arms, rubbing, a complete contrast to the feather touches. "Mmm," she moaned.

"Good girl."

She waited. A warm hand on her ankle again. Then it moved slowly up her leg, his warm hand felt nice, and the sensual feeling was wonderful. "Mmm."

"Good girl."

His hand continued over her knee and slowly up her thigh. Ohmy. How far was he going to go. No. She couldn't let him, but it felt so good. "Mmm."

"Good girl."

His hand was now pushing her skirt up as he went farther up her thigh. . . No . . . no. She couldn't let him, but she didn't want him to stop either. Ohmy. She felt his hand start back down and stop at her knee and rest there. Then it disappeared. No. Please come back. She waited, feeling aroused now. A hand pressed gently on her left ribs and moved teasingly close under her breast and across her stomach then back. "Mmm." Then it disappeared. Ohmy. This game was amazing. 

"Good girl."

"His lips gently touched her lips and she pressed against him as he slowly moved so she had to follow by turning her head. "Mmm." His lips disappeared and the song ended.

"Good girl, open your eyes." He was sitting beside her, smiling. "Did you like that?"

"Ohmy. Doogan that was amazing. Where did you learn that?"

"Oh, I have a dozen 20-year-old virgins tied up in an old barn that looks very similar to yours, that I practice on," his face covered by a wide grin. 

She looked at him a second. "You are very naughty. I'm going to call my neighbours to have them check their barns."

He leaned over towards her. "Kiss me if you want to."

She looked at him a second then leaned forward and their lips touched. They held the kiss and he pressed against her more. "Mmm."

"Good girl," he said breaking the kiss.

She looked at him with smoldering eyes, knowing she should stop this, but wanting it to continue. 

"Julie," said Doogan, taking out his little notepad, flipping to a page, and placing it open in front of her, "type in any of these titles please." ----Eurpoa sensual sax. ----Couples in love sensual sax. ----Musica sensual de sax. ----Erotic nights music for making love.

Julie typed the first one and pressed 'enter'.

The haunting sensual sound of a single saxophone came softly from the speakers as a series of erotic photos of couples flashed on the screen.

"Oh Doogan . . . " Julie said softly, listening to the music and watching the photos. These were romantic, sensual, erotic and naughty. The couples were embracing and mostly naked -- guys in jeans or shorts without shirts hugging girls in bikinis and lingerie. She felt soft and excited, and a strong sexual urge in her core. It all felt so good to watch and listen to, to feel Doogan's hands doing the little massage on her shoulders.

"Do you like this video?" he asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes," she said softly.

"Ok, get ready to stop it . . . now," said Doogan. The photo showed a shirtless young man, in the background, in jeans lying on the floor, looking at the shapely lower legs of a woman, her feet in high heels, her hand lowering her sheer black panties at mid-calf. "Julie, do you feel the excitement they are feeling?"

"Yes," she whispered, staring at the photo, her eyes darting from the man's bare chest, to the shapely legs, the high heels, and the black panties almost around the girl's ankles, the images caressing her mind.

"Would you like that to be us Julie?" said Doogan.

Julie didn't think her legs looked anywhere near as beautiful as those in the photo. She hesitated. She thought the photo was very erotic. Hot. She felt naughty and aroused just looking at it. But Doogan was right. She did want it to be Doogan looking at her legs and her panties. Ohmy. What was she thinking, "Yes," she whispered, as a thrill raced through her.

"Let the video play," said Doogan, as his hands continued to massage her shoulders.

She watched the erotic images of couples flash on the screen, enjoying the feel of Doogan's hands, hearing the soft erotic music. Now she wanted his hands to do more than just massage her shoulders, Please touch me, my breasts, like the boy in the story. Like on the screen. Caress me . . . 

Doogan stopped the massage and slowly lowered his hands off her shoulders, and down her chest a little and stopped. "Do you want me to touch you Julie?" he whispered.

She hesitated, "Yes," she whispered, feeling the excitement.

"Say it Julie," he whispered.

"Please touch me," she whispered.

"Where Julie, tell me," he whispered again.

She was aroused now, she knew she shouldn't be doing this, but the feelings of excitement and the racing butterflies of anticipation were so nice, so strong. She hadn't felt like this in a long time, and she didn't want it to stop. "Please touch my breasts." A thrill raced through her. Ohhh yes.

"Are you sure Julie?" he whispered.

"Yes. Please touch my breasts," she whispered with an urgent voice, another thrill racing through her.

Doogan lowered his hands more until he felt the edge of her bra and stopped. He leaned down next to her ear and whispered, "I know you want this. I want this too. But I'm sorry, I can't do this tonight. We need to go a little slower, just for tonight. I can't be naughty tonight, it wouldn't be fair to you. I'm sorry." The strong sexual urge in him was telling him to 'DO IT'. Touch her now. Caress her breasts and nipples. Make her moan and squirm in the wonderful pleasure you know how to give. She wants it and you want to give it her. DO IT NOW.

NO. Don't stop, she thought, feeling a wave of disappointment wash over her. Please touch me. I'm ready now, feeling her strong arousal, wanting to rock her hips, now really enjoying the butterflies of anticipation. Please. Ohmy. He was being so mean. "Doogan, please , . ." she breathed, as she reached up and took hold of his hands and tried to pull them to her breasts, but he was too strong and his hands barely moved downward.

"Julie, I know you are aroused. I am too. You don't know how badly I want to help you . . . with pleasure." He thought of her in the accident, of treating her and she still needs help. He wasn't a doctor or physiotherapist but he did have other skills which could help take her mind off her problems. "I'm sorry if you think I'm being mean and cruel, but I can't do this the first night, not on a first date. I'm sorry." He slowly pulled his hands up and out of her grasp. Not here, not now. I need more time and privacy to do it right for her, he thought. He moved around to her side, leaned down and kissed her firmly, opening his mouth, pushing his tongue into her willing mouth as it opened.

They both moaned as their tongues danced.

She felt the disappointment fade a little by hearing his words, knowing he was aroused too. His lips were soft and she liked his kiss. Their tongues danced as she felt her arousal start to increase again. She pulled away. "Please Doogan. I know you mean well, but I'm . . . excited. I want you to . . ." She couldn't say it now, knowing he wouldn't touch her, caress her, at least not tonight. She felt more disappointment, but knew he was right. He was being a gentleman, well mostly. He certainly had an erotic and naughty side she would never have suspected.

"Julie, I'd like to ask you an important question. Would you consider going for a drive with me sometime on a little adventure?"

"Oh Doogan," she said, her heart racing. "Yes, I'd love to go for a drive with you, but just a short one."

"Julie, I think you should hear about the things we may be doing. Wouldn't you like to know what kinds of adventures we'll be having?" he asked.

"Yes, I'd like to know. Like picnics in the park, is that what you mean?" she asked.

"That's part of it Julie. But let me explain a little please," he said. "Julie, I've spent several years reading about sensuality. In the past couple months I've also been reading about how men and women can provide romantic, sensual fun tor their friends and partners. Some of it could be considered advanced forms of foreplay. We are doing a little of it right now, call it sensual foreplay -- watching erotic videos and listening to wonderful music to help increase our sensual pleasure," said Doogan. "Was it nice listening and watching the music videos?"

"Yes it was nice. I enjoyed it," she said, still feeling aroused.

"You do like little surprises?"

"Yes, I like surprises," she said.

"Julie, do you think watching these videos and dreaming about the photos is interesting?"

"Yes, they are interesting, romantic and sensual," she said.

"Ok, so these photos and music don't upset you or make you afraid?" he asked.

"No," she said.

"Ok, what if I asked you to do something a little risky, such as wear black lingerie and stockings under your clothes, would you do that for me? Show me a little sensuality."

"I don't think so," she said. Wow, he really was sensual . . . erotic. Then she wondered what it would be like to wear sexy black lingerie. She had never worn black lingerie, didn't have any. And she had been out shopping for new lingerie when she had her accident. She looked at him, wondering whether Doogan really meant what he was saying. The idea was filled with excitement and the suggestion of something naughty. She wanted one, but not the other. Well, maybe she did want both, but just a little.

He turned and looked at the kitchen clock -- 10:27 pm. "Julie, it's getting late and you need your sleep. Thank you for a wonderful dinner. This has been a great evening for me. I hope you've enjoyed everything tonight. And I'm sorry if I didn't . . . Would you like me to visit on Saturday?"

She couldn't believe he was planning on leaving, but it was late. She didn't want this wonderful game to stop. She loved it. "Oh, will you come see me? Really? And can we play this on Saturday?"

"You call me Saturday morning before 10 am and I'll bring some food for lunch for the three of us. Then we'll go for a nice little drive. If we have time, we may play this again. How's that sound?"

"Doogan, That sounds great. But you don't need to bring any food, Nancy and I will make lunch here."

"Julie, you surprised me with a very nice dinner tonight. Let me surprise you with a little lunch on Saturday. Ok?"

"Ok Doogan, Thank you for tonight, it was really nice," She still felt aroused, wishing he didn't have to leave.

He stood up and helped her stand and they walked to the side door. He reached out and held her waist, leaning forward slightly so she wouldn't feel his partial swollen hardness. "Kiss me Julie."

She leaned forward and kissed him, pressing more as the kiss continued. Then he gently moved back and their lips parted.

"Julie, before I leave, may I offer you a small piece of advice?" he asked.

"Please," she said, wondering what he was going say, given all the suggestive music videos they'd seen and heard, and sensual touching he had done tonight.

"Some men like a wild type of woman, one that will do anything right away, almost without being asked. Other men like a woman who is more reserved, who needs a little gentle coaxing, a few suggestions, even a gentle push or two. Julie, be positive and knowledgeable, but also be reserved. Shyness in a woman is very alluring, even captivating for many men. I have a feeling that you are modest, reserved and shy. Something I like. As you gain more knowledge and experience, please remember to keep your modesty, don't lose all your shyness. Presently, that wonderful trait is part of your personality, it serves you well, so don't lose it. But remember don't be so shy that it stops the excitement, the thrills and the pleasure. You must learn to give in to the gentle hints and coaxing, to want the pleasure. It will make you feel far more alive.

"Thank you Doogan. I will try to remember that. I think you're a kind caring person, but you have me a little confused now. It's clear you have a side that you keep hidden, and I think I know why. Underneath your reserved kind and caring shell is a man who is very sensual, so you keep it hidden, and only let a few people get a tiny quick glimpse. Thank you for sharing it with me. I feel very privileged and I think you are just what you described to me.

A chill run down his spine as he stood there, feeling that another hole had just been torn in his emotions, as the ache grew in his chest. She knew. He stood there a couple seconds, stunned. Now he had to leave . . . to think, but he had planned one more thing.

"Ummm, one last thing Julie, please move back a little and lean against the door frame for support."

She did and watched him unbutton his shirt, then, step close to her. He took her hand and placed it on his bare chest.

"The game works both ways Julie," he whispered.

"Oh," she said softly, feeling him moving her hand on his chest, then, taking his hand away. She held her hand still for a few seconds, then, slowly moved it over his chest, feeling excited, enjoying the sensation of his warm skin.

"Do you like rubbing my chest Julie?"

"Yes," she whispered, now more excited again.

"Then please moan your pleasure."

She looked at him a second then closed her eyes. "Mmm."

"Good girl."

He moved closer and pressed against her, trapping her hand, feeling her breasts flatten slightly from the pressure of his chest.

"If you like being this close to me, moan your pleasure."

"Mmm." Ohmy, this is so romantic and sensual. She felt her passion increasing again. "Doogan, please tell me where you learned this game."

He hesitated knowing there would be one of two outcomes if he told her, feeling the ache grow in his chest. "Julie. You will either like me or hate me after I tell you. Is that a risk you are willing to take?"

"How could knowing where you learned the game make me hate you?" she asked.

"I didn't learn it some place. I created it for a friend, my first real girlfriend a few years ago. Actually, she was much like you," he said.

"Oh." She felt a twinge of jealousy, then it vanished, realizing he had said 'years ago'. "Doogan, I don't want to be nosy, but can you tell me why you created the game? If you don't want to tell me you don't have to." They were looking into each other's eyes.

"Ok, but please remember, you asked," he said, feeling the ache.

* * *

** We had been going together for about six months. She had refused to have sex, or heavy petting, allowing me just the briefest caressing and touching of her breasts and legs. She didn't want things 'to get out of control', and I respected that rule, even though I gently tested it on a regular basis -- I am a male. That was when I created the touching game, to see how far I could go and get her to relax and enjoy the pleasure of being touched and caressed, mostly in a teasing and nonsexual way. I wanted to give her pleasure without 'getting out of control.'

I had given her a key to my apartment and when I was in the shower one morning on my day off, she surprised me.

I heard my name and then she asked if I 'needed any help.' I peeked around the shower curtain. She stood there in her one-piece bathing suit, a pile of clothes just outside the bathroom door. The toes of one bare foot resting on the other foot, in that shy pose some girls use. I was surprised. Shocked.

I had told her a couple times that 'I needed all the help I could get during the first hour in the morning on my days off.' I really didn't need any help. I wanted her to surprise me one morning. I wanted her to wake me up with kisses and erotic caresses. That morning, she decided to help.

She stepped into the shower, looking up, only into my eyes and asked for the soap.

I gently wrapped my arms around her and kissed her. I was truly amazed, knowing she was obviously making a big decision in her life. I knew she could feel my penis against her hip. I didn't pull away. 

She kept her eyes locked on mine and soaped my chest and stomach above my hips. She spent many minutes slowly rubbing my chest, looking up into my eyes. We kissed a couple times, then, she tried to hand the soap back to me.

"Please do my back too," I said, and turned around.

"Oh," she said, spending several minutes slowly soaping my back.

Later, I finally got her to tell me that she did look at my butt and thought it looked nice.

Then I felt her press up against my back and her hands slowly reached around me and stopped close to my groin.

I looked down, amazed, and waited. I didn't say a word, not wanting to break the silence or the spell or whatever. I wanted it to continue. I wanted her to continue.

She whispered, "I think I'm ready now." Her hands moved slowly forward over my pubic hair and then touched me for the first time. Her hands stopped, at just the touch.

I knew she was afraid. "It's alright. You don't have to do this," I said softly, and waited. Then she rested her head against my back, letting me know she cared. Either that or she couldn't continue and had given up, but didn't know how to exit the situation without crying and feeling disappointed and embarrassed. 

I slowly and gently moved my hands onto her hands and didn't move. I said, "You know I want this, but it's your decision. I won't try to influence you, but I support you, I care for you, either way."

I knew she was fighting a battle in her mind, not her first battle about touching and sex, but probably one of the toughest, since she had come this far. I moved my hands away, letting her do it at her own place, through her own mind and thoughts. Maybe I should have helped her, I don't know.

There was silence and no movement, just the warm spray from the shower.

Then her hands slowly moved and gently felt me. They were slow tentative movements and finally she grasped me in one hand, her other hand resting against my thigh.

Her hand stopped. "Please help me," she whispered. She was either afraid to go farther, or didn't know what to do next.




Bound To Heal Ch. 05



New Beginnings: Part 1: The Farm

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Note: The chapter title - New Beginnings - is for Chapter 05 (Part 1: The Farm) and Chapter 06 (Part 2: The Park).

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Part 1: The Farm

Doogan rolled over and answered his phone on the fifth ring. "Hello," he said sleepily.

"I thought I'd wake you up. It's Julie. Thank you for a wonderful evening on Thursday. You made me feel special." He sounded so sleepy. Maybe she should have waited another hour. She remembered his warm bare chest the other night. His body was probably all nice and warm under the covers. Did he sleep in the nude? Mmm. 

Doogan looked at the clock. 8:05 AM on his day off. Why? Then he remembered he'd asked her to call him this morning.

"Morning Julie. How are you today?" Doogan rolled onto his back, his eyes already closed again.

Dawn was creeping into his bedroom using the half inch crack between the blind and window frame. Thankfully the dawn light was on the far wall and not in his eyes.

"I'm fine. I'm calling just like you asked," said Julie.

"Ok. I'm still asleep... umm... Have you asked Nancy about today?" inquired Doogan.

"Yes. She says you can get a couple things, but don't break the bank, we have plenty of food here," said Julie.

"Ok. I'll pick up some groceries for lunch and come over about eleven. We can fix some lunch and then you and I can go for a drive to a park or something. Does that sound ok?" asked Doogan.

"Ok, but just a short car ride," said Julie, her fear surfacing instantly.

"Do you both like shrimp, salmon and strawberry milkshakes?" asked Doogan.

"Oh Doogan, I love all of those. If Nancy doesn't like some of those, there's plenty here for her to eat," said Julie.

"Julie, I'm sorry, I was still asleep when you first called, you said thank you about something?"

"Oh Doogan, playing the touching game with you was so nice. You made me feel special. Thank you," she said, focusing on the warm feeling inside. 

"Julie, you are special. All of us are special in our own way. We are all the same, but we are all different. I just helped you enjoy life a little. I can help you a lot more if you let me, but we'll talk about that later," he said.

"Ok. I'd like to talk with you and play the game again," she said.

"Umm..." Doogan sighed. "I guess I'll get up. I've got a couple things to do, so I'll see you later."

"Ok, good bye Doogan," and she hung up.

He lay in bed, thinking about his plans for the day and what he needed to do at his apartment. Things had changed. Damn. He'd created the problem and now he had to fix it, without hurting them. Either of them. He should have taken Julie home after the dinner and left right away. No. Then he would have felt guilty for not trying to help. Now he felt guilty for creating this problem. Damn. As much as he'd loved the idea, his first plan to bring Julie here alone wouldn't work now.

His other plan to never again miss anything during a scene, to video every scene and study it, would have to be put on hold, and it may not work. No. It had to work. He had to review every scene from now on - see, listen, learn. Not just his actions, but his words and phrases. The mind was the biggest sex organ and words could work just as well as 'Kong'. Well maybe. He'd see and hear what he was doing, how he was doing it. See his mistakes, find ways to improve, learn to be a better dom. Reading wasn't the only teaching medium.

Idiot. Was he stupid? What was he trying to prove? Did he think this could work without pain? Was he kidding himself? No pain. No flogger. No crop. No rack or cross. No dark cold dungeon with burning torches mounted on the walls. Really? He'd done the research, finding the beginnings of today's BDSM went back to various activities noted in the earliest stone carvings and texts between the 9th to 3rd century B.C. Some of it was ritualistic (pleasure and/or pain), some punishment, and some just torture.

However, the latest innovation using tickling coming from Europe seemed to fit perfectly with what he wanted. Don't believe everything you see. Magic tricks? Well, not everything on the internet is the truth. Was the tickling thing all a hoax? Maybe. No. It seemed to work with Stacy.

Now, after buying the flogger and crop, not even 24 hours ago, he already had second thoughts about having them. He could return them or give them to Stacy to hold for him. Then she'd know he didn't have them, and they wouldn't be here tempting him to try them on either of them, even if only rarely and very lightly.

Yet, he needed to learn how to use them properly. How the hell do you learn and gain experience with tools without using them? Stacy and Julie were not the ones to experiment on, for obvious reasons. Damn, he did need a dozen 20-year-old virgins tied up in a barn. No. He couldn't hurt them either, because he'd likely make serious mistakes with the flogger and crop while learning. Brutality, that's what it would be, even if it was under the guise of education to learn and gain experience.

He rolled onto his side, about ready to get up, his emotions in turmoil again.

Virgins. Things had been so normal with her, his first girlfriend. Well, he had created the touching game for her. Who was he kidding? It was so he could touch her - all over, with her permission. And yes, give her wonderful teasing pleasure, even if he had been a gentleman, mostly. Thoughts of tying her up had crossed his mind. But he had found comfort, joy and a real satisfaction in the act of giving her pleasure. The nonsexual touching was wonderful, even for him. Seeing her startle, jerk, squirm, and hearing her moan, gasp, whimper, yelp, and laugh had become not just a turn-on, but truly satisfying. Seeing the pleasant expressions and smiles on her face from his touches and caresses was rewarding. Her passionate gratitude of numerous long hugs and kisses after a touch game session left him with a deep feeling of satisfaction and calm, even though he was on fire and steel hard, aching for release. The constant butterflies and tension kept him on edge even after they parted. Stop it. He felt the deep hurting ache in his chest, his eyes becoming glassy. Forget. Don't think about her. Forget.

He groaned and sat up on the edge of his bed for a few seconds.

After graduating college with a paramedic diploma and employed in EMS for a year, he had taken the college night school business diploma program over five years to keep from becoming involved again, to forget her. It was also a good credential to have on his resume. He struggled with shift changes to attend classes, and with homework, passing with only a high seventies mark, not even close to his high eighties paramedic mark. It had been a tough workload for five years, and the stress of fitting into a new high stress job and career.

He also continued with astronomy from his high school days to fill the few small gaps between studying and when he'd needed a stress-break so he wouldn't be tempted to find someone too soon, until he forgot her. The problem was, he couldn't forget her. He had spent many a lonely night out in the dark country-side away from the light pollution of the city to see the stars better. What was in the sky tonight? He'd have to check the computer sky-chart program. Maybe they'd both be interested in looking at the moon and night sky with him.

He slipped on his bathrobe and slippers and walked to the kitchen. He drank a glass of orange juice and ate his cereal sitting in his big comfortable chair, first watching a bit of the morning news, then, changing the channel and watching a few minutes of an old western movie with John Wayne, Dean Martin, Walter Brennan and Rick Nelson. He finished breakfast, poured a glass of milk and drank it right away, then placed his dishes in the dish washer. 

In the bedroom, he stripped off his clothes, walked naked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He stepped in and languished a full minute as the hot water warmed his body. It felt so good. His 'day-off morning showers' always took a little longer because he wanted to enjoy them. He washed his hair and then let the water cascade over his face and head, holding his breath, rinsing the soap from his hair. Facing away from the stream of water, he lathered his body with soap. He gently washed his balls and limp penis. This act always created a couple small pulses of pleasure when his hand moved against the ridge of the head. He then lathered soap on the back-brush and scrubbed his back before rinsing and towelling his body dry.

After dressing, he checked the list in his little notepad, picked up his pocket camera and placed it in the small overnight bag packed with a change of clothes and a couple towels. He looked at the two triangular bandages, blindfold and the pair of cuffs he'd placed in the bag yesterday. Take them out or leave them in, just in case? Leave them in. He grabbed the bag and the soft sided nylon insulated cooler he used for picnics and day trips, dropping them at the apartment door.

He went to his computer, turning it on. He then opened the protective metal case holding the large astronomy binoculars to make sure the mounting plate for the tripod was in the case and that the red-dot finder-scope didn't need a new battery. A needless check, but he did it anyway. He didn't close the case after previous use without making sure everything was there. Checks and checklists, his life was full of them, especially in EMS.

The computer was ready now, and he opened the sky-chart program for tonight. Good, fourth-day new moon and Jupiter was up as well. They'd see some wonderful lunar craters and Jupiter's four largest moons if there were no clouds tonight. And there were always a few bright Deep Sky Objects he could show them from the apartment parking lot, even in the city's light-polluted sky. What DSOs were up tonight besides the Big Dipper and Cassiopeia? Oh good, the Hercules Cluster, the Coat Hanger, and the Vega double stars would be visible as well as craters on the moon. He shut the computer off and headed for the door.

It was a great autumn day. Large patches of grey moisture laden clouds raced across the sky, driven by cool winds.

After getting groceries, he drove to the village and found the little park. There were a few picnic tables and as he was leaving the parking lot he noticed an orange and black poster on the parking lot light pole. HALLOWEEN DINNER DANCE.

Doogan stopped the car, got out and read the smaller print. Two weeks from now, on Saturday night, three days before Halloween, at the little restaurant they had eaten in, was an adult Halloween costume dinner and dance. A buffet dinner, contests and prizes for costumes and skits. Tickets were $30. each. Maybe they could all go to this. He'd see how things went today. He continued the drive to Julie's farm.

He now looked forward to a nice lunch, a little fun and then an afternoon with Julie. Hopefully, he had time to gently explain things to her, without tearing her heart out. He planned on picking up Stacy from her work and trying to solve this situation over a nice dinner with both girls. He hoped everyone could be civil. No cat fights, please. Darn it. He should have said 'no' to Julie right from the start and just dropped her off after dinner. Take a breath. Let the stress out.

He had to stop being a nice guy. He remembered a TV interview with actor Vincent Price - 'Actors who play the bad guys always have more fun on the movie set then the heroes. I love playing the bad guy, the evil scientist or doctor. It's so much fun.' 

Ok, how could he be a bad guy, without being a bad guy? Stop it. Concentrate on driving. He had to figure this out.

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Nancy watched from the living room as Doogan's car came up the long driveway towards the farm house. "He's here Julie," she said.

"Ok. I'm ready," said Julie as she hobbled toward the Kitchen from her bedroom with her crutches. She wore a nice yellow blouse and a dark green large pleated flared skirt down to her knees.

Julie met him at the side door as Nancy walked into the kitchen. "Hi Julie. Good morning Nancy. I hope both of you will like these," he said, handing Nancy a bouquet of Carnations.

"Oh Doogan, They look very nice. You didn't have to do that. Thank you," said Nancy.

"Thank you Doogan," said Julie smiling. Wow, he even brings flowers.

"Is this ok here?" asked Doogan as he set the cooler-bag full of groceries on the kitchen counter.

"Sure Doogan. But you didn't have to buy groceries. We have plenty of food." said Nancy, as she reached into a cupboard for a large vase for the flowers.

"I know. I just thought a special treat was in order for today. With your permission, I'd like to take Julie out for a drive this afternoon, sit at a park or something for a while. Is that Ok?" Doogan asked 

Nancy looked at Julie, "How's that sound to you Julie?" asked Nancy.

"That sounds fine, but I just don't want to drive too far," said Julie, feeling nervous.

"Are your injuries bothering you?" Nancy asked as she cut the flowers and placed them in the vase half filled with water.

"No, I just don't like being on the road, unless I have to," said Julie. "I know Doogan is a good driver, but still."

"Julie, you'll be safe with me, I've completed a couple defensive and emergency driving courses and we won't go too far. We'll come back if you feel tired or unsafe, Ok?" stated Doogan looking at Julie then at Nancy.

"I'm sure Doogan has your best interests in mind. He won't let anything bad happen to either of you," said Nancy. "You'll feel better if you get out of the house for a little while. Ok?"

"Ok," Julie sighed reluctantly. 

"Doogan, what did you bring us for lunch?" asked Nancy placing the vase of flowers on the Kitchen table.

"Didn't Julie tell you?" asked Doogan, looking over at Julie.

"Yes, I told her you were bringing groceries, but I wasn't sure of everything other than shrimp and salmon," said Julie.

Nancy looked in the cooler-bag, "Ok, we have shrimp, shaved salmon, salmon flavoured cream cheese, a large bread stick, vanilla ice cream, fresh strawberries and blueberries, milk and two cans of topping cream. Are you planning a party for lunch?" asked Nancy.

"Just a little something to nibble on before we leave for a drive," said Doogan. "Julie would you like to sit outside on the porch for a while?"

"Ok. The cushions are in the closet by the door," said Julie as she hobbled towards the door.

Doogan set out the cushions and helped Julie get settled on the lounger with a blanket over her legs. "I'll be right back," said Doogan as he slipped into the house.

"Nancy, can I ask you a favour?" Doogan said softly.

"Depends," said Nancy.

"We both know Julie needs a little mild activity and some interest to help her get over her tragic loss and now her injuries. I've brought an extra can of topping cream for a reason. Do you mind getting those jeans and that white blouse a little dirty for a good cause?" asked Doogan.

"What do you mean," asked Nancy.

"I brought my camera so I could show Julie how to take some pictures of scenery, flowers and stuff. And I want her to take some pictures of you and I having a food fight. We'll find something to mildly disagree about and make it into a joking discussion. Then one of us will start spraying the cream. It should be fun for all of us. Ok?"

"Well, I don't think that's a good idea," Nancy said.

"Nancy, I've got a couple days off work and since I looked after Julie at the accident, I'd like to try and help her a little more than just a couple splints and bandages," said Doogan looking into Nancy's eyes. "I think she will enjoy seeing some people having fun. It will help her."

"Well, ok Doogan, but let's take the fight away from Julie. We don't need to fall on her and hurt her," said Nancy.

"Great. No problem. Whoever gets attacked, runs a short distance away and stops. And don't worry, I brought a change of clothes." said Doogan.

"Hey! What are you two talking about in there?" called Julie. 

Doogan opened the side door and went outside. "Something. If I said Nancy wanted to know if I had ever turned into a zombie and chased pretty girls into a barn, would you believe me?" said Doogan trying to keep a straight face. He sat down in the chair on the porch. "By the way, you look really nice today."

"Oh. Thank you Doogan," said Julie feeling warmth flush her face. Gosh, a compliment this early in the day. But she was please he'd noticed the way she looked.

Oh, one more thing," he said as he stood up and walked to his car, bringing back his overnight bag and pulling out his camera.

"Oh no! No pictures!" said Julie.

"I'm not going to take any. You are. I brought this so you could take some photos of the scenery and stuff in a park or where ever we go. I'll show you how to operate it. Ok?" stated Doogan.

Doogan and Julie worked with the camera and she started taking pictures of the farm from the porch and then some of Doogan. He showed her how to set up and arrange the picture by using the viewing screen on the back. Julie took some nice shots using the camera.

Doogan noticed the dirt road from the barn up the hill to the woods. "Where does that road go?" He pointed.

"It goes to the woods and three other fields, then over to the other township road. It's all our... umm... my property," Julie explained.

"Could you show me later?" he asked.

"Sure," said Julie, now thinking a short drive on her dirt road with no traffic would be nice. She needed to see what had happened up there in the past month to the property. 

Doogan changed the settings on the camera and showed Julie how to take movies. He also warned he was going to jokingly pick a fight with Nancy and spray cream on her. Julie would have to be ready to take a movie of the action anytime during lunch. Julie smiled and said ok. She panned around the yard and then pointed the camera at Doogan. Doogan stuck out his tongue. "I'm not a movie star so point that somewhere else," he said with a big smile.

Julie smiled, keeping the camera on Doogan.

"Three, two, one," said Doogan and slowly got up and stepped over to Julie.

She kept the camera pointed straight at Doogan's face.

He leaned over and whispered, "I was going to madly grab you just before lunch, passionately kiss you and tickle your brain with my tongue, but not now," he smiled and stood up. 

"Yeeuck, who'd want to kiss boys," said Julie with a grin.

"Ok, Doogan. Lunch is about ready. Would you like to start the milkshakes now please?" asked Nancy, from the side door.

"Be back in a few minutes." Doogan went inside.

Lunch was a delicious mix of shrimp, shaved salmon with salmon spread and on cheese stick slices. The milkshakes had the strawberries and some blueberries with plenty of vanilla ice cream and milk. Nancy had cut up some veggies as finger-food with a couple tasty dips.

Both Nancy and Julie were interested in Doogan's job as a paramedic.

He explained that people are always interested. They usually asked, 'have you seen dead people, how many have you saved, what was the worst accident?' Those are all good questions, but like the news media, they are only asking the sensational questions. Not the questions about how can the public help paramedics so they can do their jobs better and save more lives.

"That's a good observation Doogan," said Nancy, "So how can we help you do your job better?"

Doogan explained about how the ambulance system worked and how the public needed to support it just as much as the police, animal control officers and garbage collectors.

"So, are you willing to talk about some things you've done or seen?" asked Julie.

Sure, I can tell you all kinds of stuff. But I thought you might be interested in how I treated you," said Doogan.




Bound To Heal Ch. 05



"I don't think that's a good idea," Nancy cautioned. 

"I'm ok Nancy," said Julie, "I don't remember the accident so it would help me to understand what Doogan did for me. I'd like to know."

Doogan thought about it a second. "Ok Julie. I can tell you. You probably deserve to know. Doogan explained briefly how they had worked a couple accidents with other paramedics and ambulances during the morning rush-hour and then a lull about mid-morning. Then just before noon they got the call for Julie's accident. He explained their response and the emergency driving in more detail, how they drove quickly and safely and included some driving tips, and what they saw when they first arrived at that accident. He stopped and asked, "Are you ok Julie. Do you want me to continue?"

"Oh yes, this is really interesting. You certainly have to know plenty of stuff," said Julie.

He went on to explain how he treated her and the ride to the hospital. He left out the parts about her exposed legs, panties, bra and breast, only that he applied splints and bandages.

"Oh yes," said Julie, "I remember bits and pieces of the ride. Thank you for telling me Doogan. I feel a little better now." She was looking at him with admiration. She didn't look at Nancy, hiding her moist eyes, remembering her fear in the ambulance. 

Doogan smiled.

They had a nice lunch at the picnic table just off the porch next to the short side walk to the driveway. Nancy brought out the tray with the apple pie and two cans of topping cream.

Doogan said, "But my favourite is blueberry pie."

"Well mister, maybe you shouldn't have any pie at all," said Nancy, turning away from serving Doogan his pie. 

"Aww, come-on, I'm just joking." he said. 

"Sure you are," said Nancy as she grabbed the can of cream, shook it numerous times, then turned toward Doogan. She started spraying towards him before she got into range to hit him.

Julie grabbed the camera and turned it on pointing it at them.

Doogan fell sideways off the picnic bench to avoid being hit, but Nancy was quick. She closed the distance and sprayed again. This time she hit her target all over his head and down the shoulder and arm as Doogan scrambled along the ground.

Nancy continued to spray him on his stomach and then on his back as he turned over and got to his feet. He quickly ran a few steps and curved around back towards the picnic table on the lawn. Nancy was cutting him off, but he was too fast.

He grabbed the other can of cream and began shaking it to build the pressure in the can. Doogan took two steps backward and nearly fell over again. Nancy got in another small hit on his face before Doogan pointed his can at her and struck back with a perfectly aimed blast. Nancy got the cream right in her face and down the front of her white blouse.

Doogan stepped forward as Nancy lowered her head and tried to spray Doogan again, but missed. Doogan was close enough now and aimed it into her hair and then reached over and sprayed down Nancy's back. Nancy continued to spray, but her can was running out.

Doogan stopped his attack, "Revenge is sweet," as his finger wiped some cream from his face and then plunged it into his mouth and swallowed.

Julie was giggling but still holding the camera getting all the action.

Now Nancy noticed Julie and the camera, "Julie, you didn't?"

Julie just laughed, still pointing the camera at Nancy and then over to Doogan.

They were both covered in cream. Everyone looked at one another and started to laugh.

"Truce," said Doogan as he put down the can and walked up to Nancy. "Let me help you," he said as he raised his hand. His finger gently wiped some cream from her cheek and slipped it into his mouth, looking directly into Nancy's eyes. He made a point of pulling his finger out and licking it. "Mmm good." He then reached out and wiped his finger on her shoulder and brought it up to her face. "It's good Nancy, taste it," he said still looking into her eyes. She still had a smile on her face, and opened her mouth and sucked the cream from Doogan's finger.

Doogan reach over and picked up a napkin and handed it to her, then said in a deep pompous voice and officious manner. "Madam, please allow me to apologize for my rude remark and my utterly poor manners," a grin breaking out on his face.

"You attempt to apologise, and then you start to smile about it, I don't think so," said Nancy, raising her can of cream to do battle again.

"TRUCE," shouted Doogan as he ducked to the side and ran a few steps. 

"Please Nancy, I'm sorry," said Doogan, struggling to keep a straight face. Nancy was covered in cream and he was sure he looked just the same.

They both turned and looked at Julie, who was still capturing all the action with Doogan's camera in video mode.

"Julie, please stop that right now," said Nancy, trying to be stern but knowing a smile was on her face. She couldn't scold her niece. This had all been for her, to help her. She hoped Julie had enjoyed the food fight as much has she had.

Julie shook her head, smiled, and kept videoing with the camera.

"Doogan, I think this little girl needs some discipline," said Nancy as she walked towards Julie and started shaking the can of cream.

"Brilliant deduction Ms. Holmes," said Doogan to Nancy as he walked towards Julie, picking up his can and started to shake it as well.

"No. Don't," Julie shrieked in panic, knowing she couldn't get up and get away with her leg cast on. "You'll get it all over Doogan's camera."

"It's ok Julie we wouldn't," said Nancy and she put the can down on the table. 

"Step by step. Inch by inch. He came closer," said Doogan in a deep voice, a big smile in his face.

"You wouldn't dare," said Julie nervously, now looking over to Nancy for moral support. 

"Nancy, you hold her," said Doogan as he walked up to Julie. Nancy gently but firmly grasped Julie's upper arms. "This won't hurt a bit my dear," said Nancy in a proper British accent. 

"No," shouted Julie, as Doogan gently took his camera from her hands and placed it on the porch step. He turned around and said, "Open wide for the doctor," as he brought the nozzle of the can up to her mouth and looked into her eyes, smiling.

She tried to turn her head, but he gently held her chin and pressed firmly with his fingers, forcing her mouth open. "That's my girl. Good girl." 

SSSHHHSSS went the can. Julie's mouth filled with the sweet cream.

Doogan leaned over and said, "Saaay may I," his smile getting bigger.

Julie was shocked that he actually did it. She didn't react.

Doogan let go of her chin and stepped back.

Julie swallowed the cream in two gulps.

"Ok, the fun is over. Now we've got to clean up," said Nancy as she wiped cream from her blouse with the napkin.

"Oh Nancy, you've got it in your hair and all over your back," said Julie.

"I know, I'm a mess and Doogan doesn't look any better. I'd call it even," she said smiling at Doogan.

"We both need a shower," said Doogan. "Why don't you take those clothes off and have a nice warm shower. I'll wait here and finish my pie with Julie. Ok? I can't get in my car in this mess."

"Sure Doogan, give me ten minutes," said Nancy as she opened the kitchen door and disappeared inside.

"What about after the shower?" asked Julie." Your clothes will still be dirty and we were going to go for a drive.

Good, she actually wants to go for a drive, thought Doogan, "I brought a change of clothes in the overnight bag on the porch," said Doogan.

Julie looked at Doogan for a second, "You planned all this, and showed me the camera," said Julie.

"Yes Julie," said Doogn as he stepped forward and knelt in front of her. "I planned this yesterday and asked Nancy when I arrived, this morning."

"And you asked me to film it, like Nancy knew nothing," said Julie a little hurt.

"Yes Julie," I'm sorry. I thought a little harmless fun would help you feel better, so did Nancy," said Doogan. "You laughed and had fun videoing the food fight didn't you?"

"Well, yes," said Julie thinking, a smile appearing on her face. "It was fun. Thank you," she said looking into his eyes. "You're trying to help me and make me feel good. But look what it got you. You're covered in cream."

"I'll get cleaned up in a couple minutes," said Doogan as sat down and quickly ate his slice of apple pie and took a quick drink of his milkshake. "I'll finish the milkshake when I come back," as he watched Julie eating her pie.

"Are you upset with me Julie?" asked Doogan, wiping his face with a napkin.

"No, I'm glad you planned all this. I feel happy," said Julie, a big smile on her face.

'Good. Let's keep things happy," said Doogan.

"Where can I change?" asked Doogan as he gathered up most of the dishes into a small pile on the serving tray with the cans of cream.

"In my room on the left past the washroom. I'll come in and show you," said Julie.

"It's ok Julie. I know where it is. You stay off your leg and rest," said Doogan. He picked up his camera and placed it in his bag, then opened the door and placed his bag to hold the door open. He came back and smiled at Julie as he picked up the serving tray, "You relax and enjoy the fresh air. We'll be out in a few minutes after my shower." He then went into the house, picking up his bag on the way. After setting the dishes on the kitchen counter, he walked toward the bedrooms and heard the shower running. Nancy was still in the bathroom.

He peeked in the room across from the bathroom, where he saw Nancy's clothes stuffed into a clothes hamper by the door. He thought of her in the white nightgown the other night, her legs erotically silhouetted up to her pussy and the side view of her naked body when she was slipping it on.

He walked into Julie's room, remembering his brief visit the other night to get her laptop computer. Wow. It looked more beautiful in the daylight, the lace-canopied four-poster, lace curtains on the windows, one shelf with stuffed animals and another full of books. He quickly opened his bag and took out two towels. He stripped off his dirty clothes and wrapped them in one towel. He then wrapped the other towel around his waist, walked a few steps and stopped outside the bathroom door, leaning on Nancy's bedroom door frame. "Hi Nancy. You just about done?"

"Oh. Yes Doogan, "I'll be out in a minute."

Doogan again thought of the side view of her naked body the other night, and now, of her naked body in the shower. Oh, to be the bar of soap. He thought of her mouth, her lips. How she had sucked the cream off his finger a couple minutes ago. Oh man! He started to smile, then walked towards the kitchen. He picked up a can of cream shaking it as he walked back to Nancy's door and casually leaned against the door frame.

Nancy opened the bathroom door and started to walk out, her body wrapped only in a towel that covered her from her upper breasts down to mid-upper thigh. She saw Doogan standing there in just a towel wrapped around him. "Oh, Doogan," she said half startled.

"Nancy, let me apologize for all the mess. I had no idea I'd get you this messy. But it was fun," he said smiling. 

She stood there holding the front of her towel. She hadn't expected to meet Doogan like this, almost naked. She stood there, waiting for him to move out of the doorway so she could get into her bedroom.

Doogan looked at her and made a point of moving his eyes up and down her body. "May I give you a compliment? First, thanks for preparing lunch, it was great. And the way you're dressed now is the best you've looked all day," he said as he started to smile.

She was a little nervous standing this close to him, both of them wrapped only in towels. "Thank you Doogan. Could you please move so I can get by and get dressed?"

He didn't want to move. He wanted to just stand there and ask her to drop her towel, then step forward so he could kiss her, feather-touch her breasts and gently pinch and caress her nipples, give her pleasure, just to get things started.

"Sure Nancy," he said and moved partially aside.

Nancy, nervously stepped forward, "Thank you Doogan."

As she came close and was about to step by him Doogan said, "Oh, if I may, one more thing" He reached out and wrapped his arm around her bare shoulders. The touch of her warm skin was slightly damp and silky soft. It would be so easy to just move his arm, grasp her towel and pull it loose and off her body. The sides of their bodies pressed together as he held her.

Nancy's other hand grabbed for the front of her towel as it began to loosen.

Doogan stopped her and brought up his other hand with the can in it.

She hadn't seen the can of cream until now. "Doogan. No. Please don't. I just got cleaned up," she said, now looking at the can and then into his eyes.

"Nancy, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not going to spray you. You missed your dessert," he said smiling. "I just want to make sure you get your fair share. Just open your mouth and I'll give you a squirt," he said as he held the can up to her face.

"No, Doogan. Please don't. The fun and games are over," she said, not really trusting him.

"Nancy, I promise, I won't spray this all over. Just a little squirt of dessert into your mouth," he said, giving her a gentle squeeze of encouragement with his arm wrapped around her warm bare shoulders.

Nancy held onto the towel with both hands, fearing it might loosen and fall. She was in no position to stop Doogan without having the towel drop and expose her body to him. Their closeness, dressed only in towels, was starting to stir her inner heat.

"Nancy, I'm trying to be nice and give you something as a way of saying thank you for the fun we just had and for helping Julie. Please do this for me." 

"Ok, but just a little bit." she said nervously. She watched Doogan's hand and waited, more conscious of his closeness, their bodies pressed together in Doogan's arm grasp, with only the towels between them and their skin.

Doogan lifted the can higher and tilted it towards her mouth. "Stick out your tongue and I'll squirt a little on it," said Doogan. His words were so symbolic and erotic he thought. He felt his growing urges starting to swell his penis.

Nancy hesitated a second and then tilled her head up slightly, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. He was young and full of hormones. Better men than Doogan had tried erotic things with her. She knew what he was doing and he was polite about it. Ok. Let him have his little game, as long as he didn't get rude, it was interesting.

Watching Nancy open her mouth and stick out her tongue was so hot. "Hear it comes," said Doogan as he gently pressed on the nozzle. SSHHSS went the can. 

Nancy felt the cream squirt onto her tongue.

"Good girl," said Doogan. "You can swallow now." He watched Nancy's tongue slide back into her mouth and her throat move as the creamy treat disappeared down her throat. It was almost like live pornography just inches from his face.

He felt like dropping the can, kissing her hard with lust so she couldn't protest and pull off her towel so their warm naked bodies could squirm exquisitely together in her first struggles to get away, then she would stop squirming, moan her passion, wrap her arms around him and kiss him with heated abandon, welcoming her own hot sexual urges.

She looked at Doogan. "Ok. Now please let me go."

"Ooops, you forgot a bit," he said. "There's some on the nozzle you need to lick off. Come on, do it for me. Ok. I'll even say 'pretty please'." God, just how hot could he make this?

She looked at Doogan for a second. He seemed determined to play this last little game. She looked back at the can and opened her mouth again.

Doogan slowly and carefully moved the can forward, placing the nozzle inside her mouth and on her tongue. "Ok, close and lick for me," said Doogan. OhGod this was hot. He could cum right now if only his hard cock was in her mouth.

She closed her mouth around the nozzle, feeling Doogan's finger pressing on it, allowing her to feel about an inch of the nozzle in her mouth. She licked the nozzle and tasted the sweet cream again.

He watched the hot erotic scene almost in slow motion. He saw her throat move as she licked the nozzle. He gently pressed on the nozzle again. SSHHSS. More cream slowly oozed from the nozzle into her mouth and onto her tongue.

"MMOOGGUUNN!" she moaned through closed lips, her eyes opening, then getting wider and turning slightly to look at his face.

Doogan smiled at her, "Good girl. Lick it all up," he said, keeping pressure on the nozzle so the cream continued to ooze slowly onto her waiting tongue. "See how easy it is to have sweet sensual pleasures when you do what I ask," said Doogan. He released the pressure on the nozzle and pulled it from her lips. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Thank you for being so cooperative Nancy. Hope you enjoyed your dessert" He released his grasp and arm from around her bare shoulders, turned and walked towards the bathroom to have his shower.

Nancy swallowed another mouthful of sweet cream as she turned and just stood there looking at him as the bathroom door started to close. His towel suddenly dropped and she caught a brief glimpse of his bare butt as the door closed. Then the door moved the final inch and latched shut. She didn't hear the 'click' of the lock.

She realized she was slightly aroused at what had just happened. She reviewed her memory of the scene and found it very erotic, feeling herself getting more aroused. She stood there looking at the closed bathroom door. It had been a long time since... Stop this. She started to turn around, but her head still faced the door for a half-second longer, allowing her eyes to stare at the unlocked door... just two steps, turn the handle, step inside, drop my towel, push aside the shower curtain and step in. Stop it. She hesitated only a half-second and then moved into her bedroom and closed her door.

If he could do this to her, what could he do to Julie? No. It was only because they were in the towels. No. He had the can in his hand. It'd planned it. She'd have to watch him. She didn't want Julie harmed. She knew only too well what sensual and erotic things could do to people, getting them into not-so-good situations. Doogan's little scene was good and erotic. A more innocent woman may not have known the significance of his little actions. She did. She'd need to talk with Julie and maybe Doogan too. He wouldn't hurt her physically, but teasing her, playing with her mind... Julie was having enough problems already.

Doogan stood in the bathroom listening to Nancy's door close and latch. His urges had begun and his cock was partly swollen. It was so very tempting, so erotically naughty, and very easy to just open her door and walk in naked. He felt a primal throb in his cock.

He thought of Nancy dropping her towel, walking naked to the dresser, lifting out a pair of white panties. No. Sheer black with some lace. His cock twitched slightly with another throb in salute to his mind's fantasy images of Nancy's naked body. He set the can of cream down on the bathroom counter, turned and started to reach for the bathroom door handle.

Stop. You've got problems already. First you try and forget her by starving yourself in loneliness and now that you've got a career, you open the flood gates, being around three women that you can't stop thinking about. You're an emotionally dry sponge, soaking up all the sensual and erotic water you can find. You've got to put the brakes on. Go easy. You've read how powerful and seductive this stuff is. Don't lose it. Get control and don't spoil it for them. Solve this problem and your own.

He turned around and reached for the hot water tap on the shower wall. He wanted to stroke and cum, right here in the shower, their shower. He tried to concentrate on ignoring his urges by pouring some shampoo onto his hand and vigorously lathering his cream-filled hair. It didn't help. Images of Stacy's bound naked body squirming in rapture, Julie's beautiful breast at the accident with the horrible cut, Nancy's erotically silhouetted legs in her white nightgown, and now, nothing but her short towel. Wow, such mature innocence and erotic splendor.




Bound To Heal Ch. 05



Damn. He needed to solve this problem. The hot water would help to calm him down a little, well maybe for an hour, hopefully longer. He had also planned something erotic with Julie this afternoon, but he couldn't do that now. He had to be a gentleman and solve this. Damn his mind. Damn his erotic thinking.

Nancy came out of her bedroom and looked at the bathroom door again. It had been a long time, too long. Hearing the shower, her mind created images of a young naked male body, hands moving the bar of soap over warm skin, soap-suds running down his chest and stomach, and lower, into his public hair. She thought of a limp penis, and a hard cock, both covered with soap-suds, and more suds running down his thighs. Nancy took a deep breath, turned and walked down the hall and heard plates rattling in the kitchen. She came around the corner into the kitchen and saw Julie setting plates into the sink to wash them. Nancy now felt a little ashamed of her erotic thoughts of Doogan as she approached Julie.

"Let me look after those Julie," Nancy said. "You go sit down and wait for Doogan."

"I just thought I'd try and help a little," said Julie.

"I know dear, but you shouldn't be balancing on one leg, holding onto the counter while trying to do the dishes. You're taking a risk of injuring that leg again. I don't want to scold you Julie. You should know better. Now I'd like to talk to you about something else, so please sit down a minute," said Nancy, half angry at Julie and half at herself. 

Nancy and Julie sat down at the kitchen table.

"Julie. I'm not your mother, however, I just want to remind you, you and Doogan are now both young adults and you need to act like that. Doogan is a nice young man and I know he won't hurt you, at least knowingly. But like all young men, we both know he could do something everyone would regret later. And it may not be all his fault. We all have hormones and active imaginations." She thought, some of us have very active and erotic minds.

"Nancy, please. I know. I'll be careful. Doogan has been a gentleman. He even left the other night, saying he should leave," Julie said, but not saying, 'before he was tempted to do something naughty.'

"Oh. He did? Well good for him. Do you think he did the right thing?" asked Nancy.

"Yes, he did. I think he's a gentleman," Julie said, knowing she really didn't have any other young men to compare him to. And her couple of teenage boyfriends didn't count because they were, well, just fumbling horny teens. She knew Doogan was very erotic and knowledgeable, but he was also trying to be a gentleman and she liked both aspects of his personality.

"Ok Julie. I just don't want any more bad things to happen to you," said Nancy.

Nancy thought of the erotic little scene Doogan had conducted minutes earlier in the hallway. If she knew Doogan better, maybe had a little talk with him, then she would be more able to assess his attitude towards women and towards Julie. He seemed to have a well-developed erotic mind and she didn't want that focused on Julie right now. Well, maybe never. However, it would be unfair to Julie, like so many other women, to be deprived of so much sensual and erotic foreplay, teasing and pleasure in life. She knew exactly what could take place between a man and a woman, plenty of things, numerous wonderful erotic things.

Nancy got up from the table and started the dishes.

Julie hobbled into the living room and sat on the couch. Ok. Maybe she shouldn't have been balancing on one leg, but she was just trying to help a little. And Nancy did have a right to scold her. After-all, Nancy was spending time here from out west to help her. However, Julie didn't need 'the-birds-and-the-bees' warning.

Julie could hear the shower running and knew Doogan was in it. She thought of the warm skin on his bare chest the other night, and now, under the streams of warm water running down his skin, his hands moving, rubbing the soap over his slippery body. She closed her eyes and enjoyed her naughty little day-dream, and felt the beginning sensations of arousal.

The warn water felt good and even a little relaxing, though he'd had a shower four hours earlier. Doogan dried with the towel and walked the few steps back into Julie's bedroom.

From where Julie sat on the couch she could see down the hall towards the bedrooms. When Doogan came out of the bathroom, he didn't even look to see if anyone was watching. He turned and went straight to her bedroom wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. His bare chest, back and legs had another arousing effect on Julie.

Doogan felt the cool dry air and decided to let his damp skin dry a little before dressing. Doogan turned to his overnight bag on Julie's bed and got clean clothes out of it, then his camera.

Julie heard Nancy's voice from the bedroom area down the hall, yet Nancy was in the kitchen. She got up and hobbled towards the hall. Nancy's and Doogan's voices got a little louder. She moved closer to her room.

"Doogan?" said Julie from the hallway.

"Yes Julie. I'm here," he said, checking the towel wrapped around his waist and then peeking his head out of Julie's bedroom doorway. "It's ok. I'm covered up," he said.

She hobbled the last couple steps towards her bedroom.

He went back into Julie's bedroom.

"Did I hear Nancy's voice in here?" she asked, as she reached her bedroom door, surprised to see Doogan standing there, still only in a towel. "Oh." she said, "I'm sorry," and started to turn around.

"Don't be sorry Julie. I told you I was covered and I am. Please come in. This is your bedroom," said Doogan. "Yes, you did hear Nancy's voice," as he lifted the camera in his hand. "I was just watching a little of the food fight video. You did a good job with the camera."

"Thank you," she said shyly, pleased with the compliment and that she had done it so well. She stood in the doorway, not really leaving now. She stared at him, his bare chest that she had touched the other night, and at his flat stomach and at the towel. Yes, the towel. Where his legs disappeared under it and the slight hint of a bulge of his penis. He looked so masculine, not sexy but . . . sensual, erotic?

She had seen boys in just swim trunks, but this was different. He had just come out of the shower and was wearing only a towel. She felt so naughty and excited just standing there looking at him, at his body, thinking about the towel. What if the towel slipped off, she thought. Ohmy.

Doogan placed the camera in his bag.

She glanced at Doogan's overnight bag and his clothes, male clothes, on her bed. That was a first, and the first time for a boy in her bedroom. No. An almost naked man in her bedroom. She felt the sensations of her arousal growing. She noticed Doogan smiling at her.

"You seem to have a different look on your face. Are you ok?" Doogan asked.

"Umm. Yes," she said, a little nervous, now thinking of him and not his almost naked body.

Doogan took three steps toward her.

Julie suddenly felt more nervous and excited. Doogan stopped in front of her, his bare chest, neck and face in her line of sight. She had to look up slightly to see his eyes. She then felt his hands gently grasp her waist.

"Now the sound of Nancy's voice may have brought you down the hall, but I think the look on your face a few second ago tells me you're now more interested in me," Doogan said smiling at her. He knew the closeness of his almost naked body was having an effect on her and he wanted to use that influence.

He gently took her hand and brought it up to his chest, just like the other night. "Do you like touching my chest?"

"Yes," came her soft reply, her heart thumping.

"Feel my chest Julie, the warmth," Doogan said.

She looked at her hand against his chest and slowly moved it up and down and slightly sideways. She felt the hardness of his sternum and the warmth from his chest muscles. She looked at his nipples and areola and the sparse light brown chest hair. She felt strong pleasurable urgings in her core and overwhelming excitement. She wanted to kiss him, hug him, gently pull the towel off and touch him. MyLord she felt hot being so near him like this. She had never felt like this before, not even a couple years earlier with her teen boyfriends during one of the very few brief fumbling groping sessions she had allowed.

"Would you like to kiss me?" he asked, leaning closer. 

Julie felt the butterflies in her stomach from his almost naked nearness, and the firm grasp of his hands on her waist.

"I...," she began, but hesitated.

"If you want to kiss me, say so," he whispered. 

She did want to kiss him. She looked down shyly. "Yes," she said softly, as she stared at the towel around his waist just inches away, her hunger growing. Was that a small bulge in the towel? Ohmy. She tore her eyes away from the towel and looked up into his eyes.

"Yes what Julie? Say it." He looked back at her.

She hesitated. "Yes. I'd like to kiss you," she said still looking into his eyes, a thrill racing through her.

He leaned down slightly and kissed her lips. Her eyes closed. He kissed her gently for a few seconds, then pulled away and stepped back.

I'll make a little bet with you. Another kiss if you win, and if I win, you do me a little favour," he said.

"Ok," she agreed, far too quickly.

"I'll bet I'm the first male friend you've had in your bedroom and the first one you've kissed in your bedroom," he said.

Ohmy. How did he know? "I won't tell," she said. 

"Julie, you can't play the game that way and win," he said. "So, am I the first?" he asked, almost positive he was right.

She looked at him and softly said, "Yes." She felt the warmth of a blush on her face.

"Ok. I win, and so do you," as he stepped forward and kissed her gently, placing his hands on her waist again to help her balance. He increased the pressure of his lips and he moaned softly, knowing it would provide a sensual enhancement for her.

She felt the romantic warmth of the kiss increase with his moan as the kiss continued for a few more long seconds. She wanted the kiss to continue, but he gently pulled away. She opened her eyes and saw his face, his eyes closed. He must have really enjoyed the kiss.

He deliberately kept his eyes closed longer so Julie could see he was affected by the kiss. He opened his eyes and she was looking at his face. "Did you like that kiss?"

"Yes," she said softly, her heart beating fast.

Doogan inched closer and gently pressed his body against her, trapping her against her dresser. "Julie, do you know how you affect me?" He kissed her again for a few seconds in a gentle but hungry passionate manner, moving his head slightly, gently mashing their lips, plunging his tongue into her willing mouth and moaning, making it really hot, then slowly, gently pulling away. God, it had been a long, long time. Too long.

She opened her eyes and looked at him, feeling his hips pressed against her, feeling the bulge of him under the towel. She wanted to stay near him, against him, but knew she should leave, now. "I should leave," she said softly, feeling her passion growing.

"Do you like what you feel Julie?" he whispered, looking into her smoldering eyes.

She hesitated. She nodded, saying nothing. She must leave - now - before Nancy caught them like this, before something unfortunate happened.

"Is a man's soft penis just as arousing and exciting as a hard one?" Doogan whispered.

Ohmy. What a naughty question. She hesitated, then nodded, again, her mind focussed on the budge in the towel pressing against her hip.

"Julie, now is not the time for me to give you wonderful erotic teasing pleasure on your own bed, like the touching game the other night," he whispered.

"Oh," she whispered. This was nothing like the hurried fumbling lust-driven teen groping she had experienced. This was wonderful gentle adult sex. No. Sensual and erotic adult foreplay. She loved it already. She couldn't wait for more. Butterflies fluttered intensely in her stomach.

"Julie, remember I'm here to be your friend and to help you heal. Do you like this type of friendly special treatment?" he whispered. 

"Yes," she whispered. "But I should leave now and let you get dressed."

"Julie, I won, so I want you to do me that little favor now." He stepped to the bed and picked up his camera, set it to movie mode, turned it on and pressed the start button, handing it to her. "I want you to hold this for me for a few seconds please, just like this," as he moved her hands in front of her chest and pointed the camera at where he'd be standing in a few seconds. "Julie. Please don't move the camera."

What was he going to do? She should leave, but she also wanted to look at him. She thought if she blinked or looked away, this wonderfully exciting and naughty dream would end.

She watched him back up beside her bed, then he smiled and whispered, "watch". His hands went to the towel and started to pull it loose. He then turned around and dropped the towel. She was staring at his back as the towel dropped and she saw his bare butt. Then things seemed to happen in slow motion as he picked up his boxers and slipped them on, then his pants and shirt. He sat on her bed and pulled on his socks. Now he stand close in front of her and took the camera from her hands, and placed it on her dresser next to them.

"Julie, please button my shirt," Doogan said softly.

She looked down from his face and saw her fingers in slow motion buttoning the top button, then the next. A natural, calm and peaceful action. Her body was on fire, yet her mind was calm, as if he was willing her to wait just a little longer, before enjoying the erotic excitement and throbbing passion. 

"Thank you," he said softly as he quickly kissed her lips.

At the touch of his lips, the fire exploded in her mind too. She wrapped an arm around his neck, pressing her breasts against him, hungrily kissing him, wanting him to lift her right now onto her bed and show her more real adult erotic foreplay - the touching game, without the polite restrictions.

Doogan briefly enjoyed her passionate kiss and warm urgent embrace, then he gently pulled back, pleased. Getting dressed in front of her had worked. Now he wanted to get her alone, away from Nancy. Hopefully, she would willingly submit, without the whips and chains, which he didn't have; without the pain, which he wouldn't give.

However, the bondage was something he would show her how to really enjoy, as much as Stacy enjoyed it. Yes. Prolonged erotic foreplay with exquisite teasing and denial. She would learn to truly moan and groan with passion and desire, and enjoy the wonderful pleasures. His stomach fluttered, his mind full of anticipation and excitement. His cock was swelling more, getting harder.

Taking a deep breath, he gently pulled her arm away from his neck, "Julie, I'd like to help you get better and help you experience many wonderful things. Some of those things are fun and exciting like the food fight and others are more sensual, like now. And...," he paused, "...even erotic. Would you like that?"

"Yes," she said softly, looking into his eyes, her butterflies still racing.

"Let's go before I lose control," he said, wanting her to know she affected him.

Ohmy. Julie reluctantly turned towards the door.

"Julie, please stop a second. Please don't move," he said as he moved behind her. He slid his arms around her, resting his hands on her upper tummy as he kissed her ear. His body gently pressed against hers, letting her feel him, partly swollen against her butt.

Ohmy. This is nice, and naughty too, she thought, feeling more excited. 

"Julie. I don't want you to ever be frightened or scared. But you know, I'd love to caress you Julie. Give you pleasure," he whispered. "I'd like to just lift my hands up and gently caress your breasts to give you lots of pleasure. Would you like me to do that? Maybe even later today after we go for a little drive?"

Ohmy. He was being so forward and naughty. Rude? Well, part of her wanted him to do that now. She placed one hand on his, almost wanting to lift it to her breast, but she knew she shouldn't.

Damn. Stop this. You've got to talk and solve this, not act recklessly and screw it up more, he thought. "Julie. I'm sorry. We both need to cool down. I should have asked you to stay out for a couple more minutes."

"I'm sorry too Doogan, I know. I should not have come in," as she carefully pulled away from him and hobbled down the hall, feeling excited, aroused and frustrated. The heat in her core and the want in her mind, were very strong.

He grabbed his camera, placed it in the overnight bag and picked up the bag. He hoped the erotic talk would help keep her from thinking too much about the drive. He walked up behind her.

Julie turned to look at him, "Doogan I-."

"Shhh. I know Julie, soon," he interrupted softly. He misunderstood her thoughts.

She wanted to say something nice, but even with his romantic talk and sensual touch, the mention of the drive had raised her fears and now she wasn't sure she wanted to go for a drive. 

Doogan followed her slowly towards the kitchen.

They found Nancy with a towel in her hand placing the last of the dishes in the cupboard. She wiped the kitchen counter dry, hanging the towel on the oven door handle. 

Julie stopped and used the kitchen table for balance. "This is your milkshake Doogan," she said, pointing to the glass on the kitchen table.

Doogan stood behind Julie to hide the obvious bulge in his slacks. He reached out and took the milkshake, drinking the last of it.

"So, where are you going," asked Nancy as she poured coffee into a mug and then set it on the kitchen table next to a couple magazines that she was going to read.

"There is a nice little park in the village," said Doogan. "That's not too far." He crossed the kitchen to place the empty glass in the sink, careful to keep his overnight bag held between Nancy and the front of his crotch.

"That sounds nice," said Nancy.

"Oh," said Doogan. "I just remembered. There was a poster in the park when I stopped this morning to check out the park. There is a Halloween dinner and dance at the restaurant two Saturdays from today. We should all dress up and go to it. It would be fun. There are prizes for costumes and skits. I'll get the tickets. Ok?"

"Doogan, that's a great idea. I haven't been to a Halloween party in years," said Nancy right away. 

"No Doogan. There is no way I can go to a Halloween dance party. Look at me. I can't dance," Julie said, clearly with disappointment in her voice. 

"Julie. We can slow dance standing still. And we can have a skit. I'll wear my uniform and bring a first aid kit and bandage you up. Nancy could wear a nurse's outfit and help me. It would be really easy. You just have to lay there and I'll give Nancy directions on how to help me bandage you. There is a $50. prize, so we could get some of the ticket money back. It will be lots of fun. Say 'yes' Julie," said Doogan with enthusiasm.

"Julie. It sounds like Doogan has this all figured out," said Nancy. "I'm willing to go and have some fun. We should all have some fun. We can practice the skit here once or twice. And we'll have fun shopping for costumes. Oh Doogan. I like this idea. And I'll pay for the tickets. Say 'yes' Julie or I'll go with Doogan." 

Julie looked at Doogan, then at Nancy. She wanted to go, but didn't feel good about the dancing part. She knew they were both trying to help her feel better and she didn't want to disappoint either of them. She sighed. "Ok," she said very reluctantly.

"Great," said Doogan. "We can pick up the tickets while we are in the village."

"How much are the tickets Doogan. I'm paying," said Nancy as she walked over to her purse on far end of the kitchen counter.




Bound To Heal Ch. 06



Note: Listen to the songs on YouTube to enhance you reading experience.

*****

Doogan inserted a cd to help keep Julie's mind off the drive to the park.

She was enthralled with Doogan's home-made music CDs - popular music arranged in an erotic list, left no doubt what the mood was meant to be.

"This first song will be Neil Diamond singing Longfellow Serenade. It's a 1960s song," said Doogan.

Longfellow Serenade
Such were the plans I'd made
For she was a lady
And I was a dreamer
With only words to trade
You know that I was born
For a night like this
Warmed by a stolen kiss
For I was lonely
And she was lonely
Ride, come on baby, ride
Let me make your dreams come true...

Ohmy, thought Julie, listening to the very erotically suggestive lyrics. Her mother had told her the 50s were very strict, that even Elvis had trouble with authorities about his gyrations on stage. But these lyrics, wow. The 60's were certainly different. Doogan's collection of songs showed another dimension to his erotic personality. Now she wanted to hear more of his music collection. It must have taken him hours to compile these erotically suggestive songs. She turned her head, looking at him, feeling the growing warm urge in her core.

The road noise was pushed into the background as a third erotic song ended.

"Ohhmy," said Julie, affected by the songs. 

"Do you like what you heard and felt Julie?" he whispered, briefly looking into her smoldering eyes, then back at the road.

"Yes," Julie said softly, feeling the excitement and the urge.

Good. The songs worked, keeping her mind off the short drive to the village park.

Doogan turned into the park and stopped near the picnic tables just as the song ended. He turned off the car.

"Would you like to sit in the car or at a picnic table," asked Doogan.

"In the car is fine," said Julie.

"Ok. Where do I begin," he said, thinking out loud. He wondered just how much he should tell Julie about his relationship with Stacy. She would find out later anyway - if she spoke with Stacy. But he thought he should talk about some other stuff first.

Julie looked at him, waiting.

"Ok... I think I need to explain four things. BDSM. Trust. Dominance and submission. And the touch game, which I explained the other night. I actually created the touch game, not knowing how close it was to some of the milder forms of erotic 'kink' or BDSM. So you've actually briefly experienced what some would call very mild BDSM already. Loving Bondage, with your eyes closed," said Doogan.

Ohmy. This was interesting. And if the touch game was a milder form, what must the more erotic forms be like. No wonder Doogan wanted me to enjoy it. "So, is the touch game more sensual and erotic when doing BDSM?" asked Julie.

"Yes Julie. BDSM loving bondage is the touch game plus a blindfold to help the surprises work better and restraints such as cuffs and/or ropes. There is no way for you to peek by opening your eyes and knowing what surprises are coming next. And the restraints keep the person under the blindfold in a position to receive pleasure and surprises. Sometimes partners talk during this, in order to keep the trust strong. At other times, the guy won't say anything and wait, building the anticipation and excitement for her. If music is playing in the background, she usually won't hear what he is preparing next. Sometimes he may fool her by saying or doing something a little deceptive. You know the feather touches feel like licking or tickling. Well, little things like that. Pleasurable deception. There are all kinds of ways to give pleasure and create excitement for the person under the blindfold. You liked that didn't you, the surprises with your eyes closed?"

"Yes. But with a blindfold on and being tied up, it would be scary," said Julie.

"No Julie. The idea is not to scare the person, it's to provide fun, excitement and pleasure. Remember how nervous you were with your eyes closed, when I first started the shoulder massage. Then you liked the touch game. It's the same thing, only with the help of some toys and equipment to make it even better, more exciting, more pleasurable, and maybe a little nervousness. Nervousness and anticipation helps enhance all the other feelings, but you should never be scared or frightened."

"Ok. I understand now. And you do this to girls?" Julie asked, feeling jealous again.

"No Julie. Not a bunch of girls. Just one. I only started this just after your accident. I'm still getting started with this stuff. Stacy, has been doing this for more than six months and offered to help me. I told her I was a paramedic, and I guess she figured I wouldn't hurt her, so she offered to teach me what she knows, as a mentor, an instructor. I've restrained her a couple times, with and without a blindfold, using a triangular bandage and cuffs."

"So she's teaching you how to give pleasure?" asked Julie feeling more jealous.

"Yes, through mild forms of BDSM. And at the same time, I'm trying to help her get over her fears by using the touch game and some mild BDSM," said Doogan, feeling Julie wasn't liking this discussion.

She now had very mixed feelings about Stacy. "Doogan, maybe she should not have been abused, but maybe it was her own fault."

"No Julie. She gave her trust to someone who tied her up, then brutally beat her. Once she was tied up, she had no choice, she was helpless," said Doogan, You remember the other night, I asked you to trust me, with your eyes closed. And you did. Yet, you were surprised at the things I did and the places I touched you. I'll bet you thought I was going to be naughty and touch your breasts, just like the little story."

Ohmy. She starred at him. Wow. He was right. The other night she was nervous and excited and she didn't really trust him. She wanted him to be a gentleman. Yet, given the story, she had expected him to touch her breasts. And part of her wanted him to touch her breasts, to caress her and give her pleasure. Yet, he hadn't been naughty. He'd been a gentleman. "Ok, so if I'd been tied up and blindfolded the other night, would you have done the same things or would you have been naughty like in the story?"

"I would have done the same thing, touch your ankle. Julie, we had only just met and had only one short touching game session. Hopefully, I've been a gentleman. Maybe later, I might be a little naughty and feather touch across your breasts or very low across your stomach, or right up close along your thighs," said Doogan. "Blatant groping is not what I created the touching game for. It was for sensual foreplay, mostly to get my first girlfriend used to me touching her sensually. The anticipation, little deceptions and the sensation of being so close to being naughty is what makes it feel so exciting and naughty, when it really isn't."

"Thank you for being honest with me Doogan. I can see where it would lead to naughtier touching, given a person's feelings and emotions," said Julie. "So, you said you've tied Stacy up, so she must trust you."

"Yes. I think so. I've restrained her up a couple times and she now seems to trust me a little. I think I've helped her a little bit to trust a guy again. But she'll always never truly trust another guy and that's a real shame." 

Julie wondered what other BDSM stuff Doogan was into. Was the touching game and loving bondage just the tip of the iceberg? Was Doogan still hiding another side to his personality, a far more evil side? She felt like she should run from him, as fast as she could. Sure, with the crutches and cast. No, he couldn't be 'that bad'. He said he was only into the 'loving bondage' and pleasurable things, not any painful stuff. And he had offered to let her read a reference book so she could learn more. It would certainly prove or disprove what he was staying.

Doogan was looking at her.

"Ok. Please explain some of the more extreme BDSM stuff that you say you won't do," Julie asked.

"I don't know if I should tell you some of those things. It may frighten you, and I don't want that," said Doogan. "However, I will show you some restrains and how they are used."

"Oh yes. I'd like to see them," said Julie. "Are you going to tie me up?" she asked a little nervous.

"I'd like to, so you can really experience it, but I know you don't want me to, so I won't. But I can put the cuffs on, just so you see what they are like. I'll show you," he said, reaching into the back seat and pulling his overnight bag closer. He pulled out the blindfold and the cuffs. He wrapped a leather cuff around his wrist. "Julie, please buckle it up for me."

Wow! He had these with him all along. Even in her bedroom. Julie sat there watching him and then buckled it on his wrist. This was exciting.

He lifted the other cuff from his lap and held it up, showing the clip and the ring. "It attaches to one on the other cuff. Then you are cuffed, restrained. The hands are either like this at the front," as he held his wrists together, "or behind your back. These can also be attached to ropes to hold you when you are lying on a bed."

Julie was amazed he would so quickly put them on himself. "Can I put the other one on you and clip them together?" she asked.

"Sure."

She took the second cuff, wrapped it around his wrist, buckled it and then clipped the two cuffs together. She felt excited at being able to put the cuffs on Doogan.

"Ok, put the blindfold on me too," said Doogan, hoping this would help her understand.

She did and felt more excited, seeing Doogan 'in bondage'.

"Now I'm set for some loving bondage," Doogan said, "Ok, feather touch me, surprise me," said Doogan.

"Oh," said Julie in surprise. Wow, he trusts me right away. "Are you sure you trust me Doogan?" She felt excited with butterflies in her stomach.

"Julie, it's too late to ask me now. I'm already cuffed and blindfolded. That's what happened to Stacy. But yes, I trust you," he said.

"Ohh...," she realized, looking at him, wondering what to do. She lifted her hand and carefully feather touched his cheek with one finger.

He startled slightly, feeling the touch tickle his cheek, sending a shiver through him. He smiled, but said nothing. He hoped Julie would enjoy this enough to let him try it on her for just a few minutes, so she would truly know how it feels. No. He shouldn't. He had to wait until they talked more.

In her excitement, she almost giggled at the sight of him shiver from her touch. No wonder he liked doing this. It was amazing. She suddenly grabbed his upper arm and shook him a little.

His head wobbled and then he smiled. "Good one Julie, I wasn't expecting you to do that."

"Really?" she said, pleased she had surprised him. "Ok, I get it. This is fun." she said.

"Ok, release me please and we can talk some more," said Doogan.

"No, I kinda like you like this. All tied up, helpless and blindfolded." She grabbed his arm again and shook him. "How's that feel." she asked. 

"Julie. Be careful. You can easily hurt someone by shaking them too hard. I'm ok. Do you feel more comfortable with me restrained while we talk," Doogan asked.

"Sort of," she said, smiling with excitement.

"Just be very quick taking these off if a police car drives by," he said. "They don't take too kindly to people being restrained, except by them." 

"Oh," she said, realizing the implications, looking at the parking lot and the road. She took the blindfold off and unclipped the cuffs. "Sorry, I didn't realize..."

"That's ok. Please unbuckle the cuffs. So now you see, there are all kinds of things to think about ahead of time, and during the game, to keep us safe," he said. "At first, I had planned something here at the park. Then I decided not to until we talked more about all this."

He paused as he put the cuffs and blindfold back in his overnight bag.

"Ok. Given what you experienced the other evening with the touch game, I'm sure you understand there is all kinds of sensual foreplay. And there is more erotic foreplay too. Separately, they can be wonderfully pleasurable. Combined, watch out. They are powerful persuaders. Folks will do anything and say anything to keep the pleasure coming." He thought of the other spelling of 'cuming' and smiled. 

Julie had no idea, but she could imagine. "Like a drug."

"Exactly. Julie I'm not making excuses, but I've starved myself of companionship for a couple years. Why? Two reasons. One. To forget my first girlfriend. It's been very difficult to forget her. Two. To get my career going and to take a college business night school program for a couple years while working. It was a heavy load with shiftwork and homework, and I didn't have much spare time. Now that I'm finished night school, I've started reading about BDSM and thinking about a relationship."

He stopped talking and looked at her, looking at him, giving her a chance to say something. She didn't. She must be thinking about the things he talked about.

"Recently, I took care of you at the accident, I bumped into Stacy, and then I bumped into you again. And boom. I've made problems for the three of us. Why? Because I lost control, I was in a hurry, I was love-starved, and I was seduced by these powerful persuading forces. I'm sorry Julie. I don't want to hurt you, or Stacy. I want to help both of you. You are both hurt. And, I want to solve this problem without more pain for anyone. Not you. Not Stacy. And not me. However, you are the only one without BDSM knowledge, so that's why I wanted to spend the afternoon with you and explain, maybe even show you. But I don't want to show you now. I don't want you to experience any more excitement and pleasure from me until we sort this out."

She sat looking at Doogan, thinking. Ohmy. Now she understood. Well, some of it. "Doogan, I'm sorry you made this mistake, even if it was for good reasons. I understand. The excitement, just now, of putting you in the cuffs and the blindfold was wonderful. Seeing you in them was amazing and knowing you couldn't get out or know what I was going to do. And the touching game the other night was wonderful too." A thrill raced through her, stirring her butterflies.

"See how quickly and powerfully it can seduce you," said Doogan. "That's what happens to many people. To Stacy, to me, and now I've done it to you a little bit. I'm sorry," he said, wanting to reach out and touch her gently, to show her how he cared, to reassure her. But he knew touching her right now was the wrong thing to do. 

"Doogan. You're right. But, I'm not sure about anything at the moment," Julie said uncomfortably, her mind full of conflicting thoughts. "What kinds of things do you do in this 'loving bondage' that you don't do with the touching game?" Julie asked.

"Julie, there are at least a couple hundred fun, sensual, erotic, teasing, pleasurable things I could do. I could tell you but the best way to understand is to show you, but not right now," said Doogan.

Julie looked at him.

"Julie, please let me explain something. When I first met Stacy we met a number of times and just talked about BDSM, like we are now, quite a few hours actually. Then she surprised me by wanting me to take her to the park and we sat on a picnic bench and I did some of the touch game and some of the loving bondage to her, to show her what I was capable of doing, which wasn't very much at the time. Given her fear and her beating, I was very surprised she wanted to do this with me after only a couple of meetings. I guess she trusted me a little. Anyway, you and I have spent less time together, and certainly not talking about BDSM."

"Ok Doogan, I get it. And while I'm a little jealous and hurt, and afraid of the unknown, I know you won't hurt me. I understand you wanting to help both Stacy and me. So, I'd like to try some of this loving bondage. You said you tied Stacy up at a picnic tables. Ohmy. Is that why you brought me here, to do similar things?'"

"Yes Julie, but I've changed my mind. We need to talk first," said Doogan.

"Doogan, I understand. But if I'm to talk with Stacy about this stuff, I need to know what it feels like. I want you to show me, at the picnic table, please. Talking is fine, but I need to experience it."

Doogan looked at Julie. No. He couldn't. He shouldn't. "Julie I really shouldn't," he said clearly uncertain. "I have to explain more to you."

"More?"

"Yes Julie. Most things done between two people are done from a perspective of trust. We have to trust each other. I think you have enough trust in me to know I won't hurt you in any way. But for me to give you wonderful pleasure, you have to trust me a little more. Far more actually. Because pleasure involves a level of trust and intimacy many couples are not comfortable with. If you can't fully trust me, then you will not truly enjoy the pleasures I'm trying to give you.

"Doogan. I enjoyed what we did the other night and in the bedroom a while ago," she said, "and I would like to enjoy more. I trust you more now, than the other night, because you are explaining things to me. But you make it sound so..." 

"Erotic and naughty," said Doogan.

"Yes. And complicated," Julie said, continuing to look at him.

"Julie, in some ways this is complicated. I once read or heard that if the sex you are having isn't porn, you really aren't having good sex. I don't know about that, but, I do know that regular sex is not as fun, thrilling, exciting and pleasurable as sex that is a little naughty. It takes time to lean this stuff in order to give pleasure. And you have to keep everyone safe."

"Oh," she said, thinking about the cuffs and the police just a few minutes ago.

"For me, BDSM loving bondage is learning numerous things in order to give wonderful pleasure in many different ways. It also means I must learn to be a dominant, and I'm not learning that too well. In fact, I'm failing at it. I can't be firm, stern or threatening. I don't want to be frightening and evil. I don't want to make girls afraid of guys. And I certainly don't want to inflict pain.

Julie smiled, "Doogan, that's a good thing. And you seem to be in control right now."

Doogan looked at Julie. "I'm not doing anything. We're just talking."

"I'm sitting here listening to you, trying to understand and learn, and you are doing the talking, the explaining. You are in control. Doogan, you don't have to be stern or threatening to be in control. You are leading me, teaching me. Doogan, I don't feel threatened, but I am nervous about all this," Julie said, smiling. 

Doogan looked at Julie. Stunned. Maybe his thinking was wrong. Maybe he had the wrong concept of a dominant. "Thank you Julie. That is something I'm going to think about. Maybe he wasn't failing. Ok. Where was I?

"Ok. Trust. At the same time, girls like you and Stacy, who want to enjoy loving bondage, need to learn to trust, completely, and let the dominant be in control. And both of you need a knowledgeable girlfriend to talk to, confide in, and help each other. Stacy's from the city and you're from the country. Talk to each other. Exchange information about your differences and similarities, and be friends. Stacy can share all kinds of girl stuff about erotic pleasure. More than I ever could, because I'm not a girl. If you liked the touch game, Stacy can give you all the inside information. And I'm sure there is plenty she hasn't told me yet. And you can help Stacy learn about self-reliance, cooking and other things, maybe even operating the tractor. Who knows what you two may learn from each other."

Doogan thought for a second. "Julie, on my days off, I want to be with someone. I want to give pleasure," he said, looking into her eyes. "Seeing and hearing you and Stacy squirming, moaning, and enjoying pleasure is what makes me really happy. It satisfies me, deep inside. It makes me feel good."




Bound To Heal Ch. 06



"Oh," was all she could say, her mind racing with thoughts of hugging, kissing, caressing and touching, of enjoying the pleasures he could give, with the blindfold and cuffs. And... what else? She really didn't know.

"Julie, think about what we did in your bedroom a while ago. Hugging, kissing. Me with only a towel on, pressing against your body. You looking at me naked and watching me get dressed. Was it thrilling, exciting, and naughty? I think it was. I was thrilled, excited, and aroused. I hope you were. I think you were. The way you hugged me and kissed me, the way you pressed your body against me. I loved it. I was glad to see you like that, so happy. Did you feel happy?"

"Yes," she said looking at him, glad he was helping her, realizing she did feel happy. She felt thrilled and excited at what he had just said, realising just how romantic, sensual and erotic Doogan really was. Yet, he was still a polite gentleman. She felt glad to know him, glad he was like that. She also wondered just how naughty he could be, her stomach fluttered with butterflies.

But she was also a little nervous to find out. An image flashed into her mind of an old B-movie with an almost naked girl spread wide, tied on a wooden rack in a dark dungeon with torches mounted on the walls. Doogan was standing there with a large curled mustache and a black flowing cape, over a black tux and slacks, with white shirt. His hand was holding a wooden paddle. In a large cage behind him were a number of other barely clothed girls huddled together. STOP THIS. Doogan isn't like that. She blinked and looked at his face, the face she remembered seeing in the ambulance, kind and reassuring. He was looking at her.

"Julie, are you all right?" he asked.

"Umm... yes. I was thinking, realising what you were saying, about trust," she said softly. 

"Good. I think there is a growing trust between us. Do you feel the same way Julie?" asked Doogan.

"Yes," she said, thinking of the touching game and his remarks. 

"You have to trust me and what I'm doing. You have to let me be in control, not only with the blind fold and restraints, but occasionally at some other times too, in order to give you surprises. It will lead to wonderful excitement and pleasure for you," Doogan said. "At the same time, I'll be helping you heal and recover from your injuries, both physical and emotional. Would you like that Julie?"

"Oh, yes Doogan," she said. 

"Good. Now, do you trust me," he asked. 

"Yes," she replied, still a little nervous.

"Now, there is one more thing you must know. It is important that we both know this. Your safe word. This word is a word you will use to stop me from doing anything and everything. I will immediately ask you what is wrong. You tell me what is bothering you and if you want, I'll let you lose. I'll take off all restraints and the blindfold. Most people doing BDSM use the word "red" because it is like a red stop light and it is only one syllable, so it is easy to say. Do you agree to this safe word?"

Julie was a little concerned with this information. "Doogan, if what you are doing to me is loving bondage, nothing painful, then why do I need a safe word? Do you plan on doing something bad or painful?"

"No Julie. The slogan of BDSM is 'safe, sane, and consensual.' To be safe, to have common sense, and be agreeable by both people. Otherwise, nothing should happen. It is the safety rule, regulation or policy," said Doogan. "When you say the safe word "Red" I will stop and ask you what is wrong, if you feel something is not safe or if you feel pain or discomfort. Ok?" 

"I feel better knowing this safe word will be there for me, but I'm still a little worried to know that it is even required. It makes me wonder if you plan on something in the future that is bad," Julie said.

"No Julie. I don't plan on doing anything bad, or painful. But you may need a sip of water, or feel uncomfortable in a certain position, or need to go to the bathroom. That's why you - we - have it in place," said Doogan. "Julie, I'm glad you are now asking questions after listening to me talk for so long. It shows you are thinking about this stuff and your safety." 

She now felt better about things and the need for the safe word. She was glad Doogan had explained so much. "So is this what you and Stacy talked about too?" 

"Yes, but in more detail. I want you to talk to Stacy about all of this, particularly the safety stuff. What you should be thinking of as a girl. And you need to tell me things you think I may not know, that maybe I should know," Doogan said. "How about we consider this a 'driving lesson' for the touch game and BDSM? No. Forget that. That was the wrong thing to say. I'm sorry Julie. That was the wrong comparison. Please forget that," said Doogan looking in her eyes, really sorry he had made a comparison that she already suffered from.

Julie looked at Doogan, thinking of his last statements.

"Thank you Doogan. I understand why you said it and why you want me to forget about the driving comparison, but I think you are right. This has been a 'driving lesson' for me and the touch game and for BDSM. And I think it was a good review for you too." She smiled. "As you said, you are learning this stuff too, so we are both learning this together. I think I might like to meet Stacy, so we can talk." 

Wow. Doogan was stunned to hear Julie say this. He was speechless. Of course he was glad to hear her say this. He had flapped his gums for a while now so he just better shut up a minute. He wanted to hug her, but sitting here in the car, with the center console between them, didn't easily allow that. He reached over, took her hand and kissed it. And kissed it again. A long kiss, hoping she would get the message.

"Thank you Julie. I'm so glad you are understanding this, or at least some of it. I know this is difficult. Some couples doing this do not stay together, particularly the more extreme stuff, or if one person wants to do more than the other wants." A chill ran down his spine as he thought of Stacy. His heart went out to her, as much as it did for Julie. He hoped they would get alone. No cat fights. Never had he thought of 'two girls' for real. Only in a few of his dreams did that take place. He knew that 'triangles' did not usually compute when it came to humans and emotions. 

"Doogan. Now, I know you don't want me to experience any more touch game or loving bondage. But I want you to show me, for my sake. Please. I need to experience some of this so I can be at least a little knowledgeable when talking with Stacy." She looked into his eyes, seeing his uncertainty, his longing to show her. "Doogan, you know you want to. Please."

Damn. He'd shown her too much. She was already seduced. "Julie, please don't ask." 

"Doogan. Please, I need to know. I need to understand and experience more. Please," she said looking intently into his eyes. She really wasn't sure herself, but she was curious to know, to understand what was driving Doogan to do this.

He stared back. OhGod. He was tearing himself apart. Yes. No. Yes. No. He sighed, "Ok," he said with reluctance. Maybe it would be helpful for her to experience it so she could talk with a little more knowledge about the blindfold and cuffs. No. Not them. "We'll use a triangular bandage and you can close your eyes."

"Oh. Ok." Julie said, happy, but slightly disappointed. She really wanted to experience the blindfold and cuffs. "Thank you Doogan, You know this will help me."

"Ok, but first, I have a hypothetical test question. What if I asked you to take off your bra? Would you do it without any hesitation, without asking why? No you wouldn't. Why? Good girls don't do that. And I'm glad you would resist, because you are a good girl. However, even 'good girls' take off their bras every day, for a number of reasons. Adding one more reason to the list shouldn't be bad," he said. 

Julie looked at him, thinking about his reasoning.

"Ok. So. We're going to take this in small easy steps. Before you speak, I want you to think about my request concerning your first little task. It isn't something impossible, or very risky. In fact, thousands of girls have done this before. This may be a first for you, or it may not. Think about the situation and how you are going to perform this first task. Is it safe? Now, I'm going to go and sit at the picnic table so even I won't see you doing this. You'll be here in the car mostly hidden from view. What I want you to do is take off your bra and put your blouse and jacket back on, then open the car door. I'll come back and help you up and we'll sit at the picnic table and talk some more," he said. "Ok?"

Ohmy. She didn't want to do this. It seemed naughty. But it was clear he was giving her a little test, probably just like Stacy. Well, if Stacy could do it, so could she.

"Ok," she said, reluctantly.

"Good girl. I know you can do this," he said.

Julie watched as he got out of the car and walked the few steps to the picnic table and sat down. Ok. Think. Julie looked around. No one was in sight except Doogan. And like he said, she was mostly hidden in the car. And she knew other girls who had done this, even taken their panties off too. Ok. She was nervous, but not really scared. And yes, this was her first time and it was exciting to think about. She had butterflies in her tummy and he wasn't even near her. I shouldn't being doing this. Can I do this? Yes. I can do this. 

Doogan sat watching her and then casually looked around to make sure no one was coming. She would likely panic and stop if she saw someone. He could see her head turning as she looked around and then her head looked down like she was looking at her blouse. Good girl. I knew you could do it.

Julie unbuttoned her blouse, slipped off her jacket, and then her blouse. Now almost half naked, she nervously looked around again as she reached back, released her bra and took it off, placing it in her purse. She did feel really naked and exposed. Then she quickly put her blouse back on and buttoned it up. She was excited and happy as she put on her jacket and took a deep breath, again looking around. She did it. And no one was near except Doogan. Then she hesitated. Should she continue? Yes, she wanted to understand all this. She opened the car door and watched Doogan get up and walk towards her, giving her two thumbs up and a big smile.

"Good girl Julie. I'm proud of you. I knew you could do it. Were you scared," he asked.

"No. But I was really nervous," she said, with a small smile. She was glad to hear his reassuring complement. Yes, she did feel a sense of accomplishment.

Doogan helped her stand and she hobbled to the picnic table, Doogan grabbed his camera, a triangular bandage, and a blanket from the car.

"Julie, please sit here and put your cast-leg up on the picnic bench."

Julie carefully sat down with her good leg on the outside of the bench and her foot on the ground for balance. She watched Doogan open the blanket and spread it across her legs to help keep her warm in the cool October air. Then she felt Doogan sit down straddling the bench behind her and snuggle up close, his left arm sliding around her waist.

"Yes," she said when he asked if she was comfy. "What are we going to do," she asked.

"Talk. Talk about you and me and life and the touch game and sensual things and erotic things . . . lots of things," said Doogan, snuggling a little closer, knowing she could now feel his soft penis pressing against her butt, as he hugged her with his left hand on her tummy, his right hand rested on the blanket over her thigh near her hip. "Relax and put your head against my chest."

She rested her head against him by his shoulder feeling the warmth of his hand on her stomach. "This is nice Doogan," she said, looking across the park at the creek as it curved to the small nearby pond. She looked at the trees, noticing many leaves had already turned to their fall colours and other leaves covered the ground. The sky was blue with grey and white clouds.

He inhaled the scent of her hair. Women always had wonderful scents to various parts of their bodies, shampoo for hair, perfume for necks, cleavage, and wrists, and body creams all over. "Your hair smells nice. How about we play the touch game?" He moved his one hand back and forth across her tummy while his other hand moved up and down, on top of the blanket, over her thigh. "Julie, when you like my touches, please moan."

"Oh," she smiled slightly, focussing on his warm hand and wanting to moan but her shyness made her hesitate a couple seconds, "Mmm."

"Good girl, it's nice to hear that you really enjoy my touches," as he moved his hand from her thigh up to her ribs and gently pressed while his wide-spread fingers made small grabbing movements.

"Oh," she said, starting to squirm at his touch, feeling a slow light tickling sensation. "Please, no tickling."

"This is just a caress. You'll know it when I tickle," as he pressed his fingers firmly against her ribs and gave two quick grasping movements of his fingers and stopped.

"Oh," she startled and squirmed. She felt his warm hands slide slowly across her blouse covered stomach. She could feel the warmth of their thighs pressed together through their clothes. It felt nice. Sensual.

Since he only had this afternoon, not a couple of weeks, nor a number of touching sessions, he needed to move this along quickly. "Julie, I'm going to ask another question about trust, erotic touch and risk. Please give me permission to touch you intimately today." He hoped he wasn't rushing her too fast.

Ohmy. She was a little surprised. Well not really. She had wanted his touches and more back at the house when they were kissing in her bedroom. When she was aroused and when he was almost naked in the towel, then briefly naked while getting dressed. But now. Here in public. To have him formally ask. It seemed so unromantic. Yet, it had an erotic politeness. Yes, she liked the idea of his question. It was polite of him, even if it was a naughty question.

He waited a couple seconds, knowing she may have trouble answering. He said, "Look at us sitting here, cuddling very close. You know I won't do anything that endangers us and I won't do anything to hurt you. Julie, I'm asking. I'm not just reaching out and selfishly grabbing," he said.

She hesitated while thinking. "Yes Doogan. Please touch me," she said softly, as butterflies fluttered in her tummy.

"Thank you," he whispered, his head touching hers, his lips near her ear.

She felt his arms gently wrap around her, hug her briefly. Then his hands pushed aside her jacket and firmly pressed against her blouse over her tummy. She closed her eyes as she felt the warmth of his hands. It felt good, almost natural.

He nuzzled her hair with his face, inhaling the scent, enjoying it. "Julie, do you like this touching game and erotic foreplay?"

"Yes," she said softly, feeling the butterflies still fluttering. Then his hands disappeared and his fingers started tracing caresses right under her breasts, teasingly. It was all so wonderful, exciting and pleasurable. This was so close to being naughty, but it wasn't. Wow. Just like he said it would be. His fingers traced up her sides over her ribs and across the sides of her upper chest, then just below her collar bones.

"Would you like even more of this Julie," he asked.

"Yes," she said softly, wondering what he was planning next. Then she felt his fingers trace down her sternum between her breasts and under them again. His fingers briefly brushing the underside of her breasts. They stopped and his hands pressed firmly on her tummy again, as she felt the warmth of them, his thumbs just lightly touching the underside of her breasts. Ohmy. Was he going to touch her? Really touch her breasts?

Then his fingers feather-touched back and forth teasingly brushing the undersides of her breasts. Then they made large circles around her breasts, slowly circling, teasing, around and around, the circles getting smaller. Now over the front of her breasts. 

He felt the blouse push out where it covered her stiff nipples. He slowly circled them, again and again, "Round and round. Where they stop, no one knows," he whispered, smiling. 

Ohmy. The tickling pleasurable feather touches sent another shiver though her. Goose bumps forming on her arms. Ohyesss. It felt so good. And his words were so exciting and teasing. "Mmm."

"Would you like to know where my fingers are going to stop? Or would you like me to just keep them moving and giving you pleasure? Wonderful pleasure," he said, smiling. Stir the pot a little more, he thought.

Ohmy. His question had two wonderful answers, both naughty and pleasurable. She didn't know what she wanted. "Are you teasing me," she said softly, "deliberately?" 

"Yes. And you love it. Don't you? You don't want me to stop." he whispered. "Or do you want me to stop?"

She felt his fingers trace directly over her blouse-covered nipples, back and forth, sending little pulses of pleasure through her. It felt so good. No. She didn't want him to stop. "Don't stop."

"Ok, if you don't want me to stop, you have to do another little task. Julie, please undo the top four buttons on your blouse," he said. "Quickly. Don't think about it. Just do it. Trust me."

Ohmy. She couldn't. But she knew she had to. It was part of the game. This wonderful teasing game. And she wanted to play it. Right to the very end. The end would be wonderful. Wouldn't it? Yes. She didn't dare think about the end, just the now. The exciting pleasurable now. Her fingers started undoing the buttons on her blouse as she looked around nervously. There was no one in sight.

"Good girl. I'm going to caress you now. Actually touch your skin and give you more pleasure. Do you want that?" he asked in a whisper.

"Yes," she whispered, thinking, he was really going to touch her breasts, the touching game, without the polite restrictions.

"You know I'd love to touch you all over. Kiss you all over, lick you all over. Just like the song. Send wave after wave of pleasure through your body to tickle and delight your mind. Drive you mad with wonderful pleasure. Would you like that?" he whispered in her ear. 

Ohmy. Ohmy. His words were so hot, stirring her butterflies. "Ohhyess," she said. His fingers stopped and disappeared. No. Don't stop. Then she felt her blouse being pulled open, slowly exposing her breasts to the cool air, right there in public. Then she felt his hands press warmly against the skin of her tummy. "Mmm." 

"Your bare skin feels so nice Julie. So soft and warm. Look at us sitting here. Cuddling together with your blouse open and your beautiful breasts exposed for someone to see. Is someone watching us, enjoying the site of your beautiful breasts? Are you an exhibitionist? Is it exciting to think about, but knowing no one is watching?" 

A hot chill raced through her. Instantly, a brief twinge of fear. She felt so nervous and excited. She looked around quickly, yet, she knew no one was in site. No one was watching. He was teasing her. Hotly teasing her. He knew it too. Ohmy. He knew how to twist this little game, and her mind. Make it so exciting and naughty, when it really wasn't naughty. But it was exciting. "You devil. You scared me for a second." She took a deep breath to try and relax.

He chuckled, his body shaking against hers. Then he felt her elbow bump his stomach in retaliation for his little erotic mind-tease. His smile got bigger.

She felt his hands move up and cup her breasts, then his thumbs began moving up and down, caressing right over her nipples. The wonderful little pulses of pleasure felt so good. Ohhyess. It felt so nice. She was so excited. Her butterflies fluttered and she closed her eyes enjoying the first pleasurable sensations of his caresses. "Mmm."




Bound To Heal Ch. 06



Good. She is enjoying this, Doogan thought. Her nipples felt so stiff and they seemed to stiffen and stand up more. Yes, she was getting aroused now. He slowly moved his thumbs back and forth across her nipples. He enjoyed giving pleasure. Lots of it. "Julie. Your breasts and nipples feel so nice. You are beautiful. Are you glad I'm touching your breasts and nipples?" he whispered.

"Mmmyesss," she moaned softly, thinking of his compliment, then her mind went back to the pleasure. She was so glad he was touching her breasts and caressing her nipples. It felt so good. Her mind didn't even think of the word 'naughty.'

"Are you enjoying the pleasure?" he whispered again, wanting her to think of it, focus on it. 

"Yes." The pulses of pleasure coursed through her nipples. It felt so good. Far better than anything she had felt as a teenager. And hearing his words was wonderful too. So erotic. So hot. This might be a game, but the pleasure was wonderfully adult. Yes. A teasing erotic adult game. "Mmm". She loved it. His hands and fingers felt warm, touching her. She focused on the pulses of pleasure. "Mmm, yes," she moaned softly again. She had forgotten about her open blouse and her exposed breasts.

"Do you like me touching you like this?" he whispered again, wanting her to focus on the pleasure, welcome his touches, and long for his caresses. 

"Mmm, yes," she moaned.

"Would you like even more pleasure and excitement Julie?"

"Yes," she said immediately.

"Much more?"

"Yes."

"Or would you like me to stop?" he asked.

"Yes," she said. Then she realized what the question was, and her answer. No. She made a mistake. "No. Don't stop. Don't stop." The pleasure pulses stopped as she felt his hands leave her breasts, move lower and rest on her stomach. "No Doogan. Please. Don't stop. I didn't mean to say 'no'," she pleaded, opening her eyes, seeing the park, then turning her head and looking at Doogan's face just a few inches away.

"Shhh. I know you didn't mean to say 'no'. I was just testing you to see if you were concentrating on the pleasure, and you were," he said, chuckling. "I'm glad you're enjoying this Julie. It makes me happy to know you are happy and enjoying the pleasure."

"Oh Doogan. You are such a tease. Please touch me," she said looking in his eyes. She felt his hands disappear off her stomach.

"Julie please hold the top of the blanket in place," he said.

She looked down and grasped the blanket. She then felt his hands slide under it. She wondered what he was going to do.

"Don't be alarmed. I'm going to pull up your skirt a little," he said.

No. He shouldn't. But it excited her. And she was covered up. Nobody could see. Not even Doogan.

His hands slid over her thighs, on top of her skirt. Then his fingers grasped midway down her skirt and slowly pulled it up to her waist. She felt the hem slide up to mid-thigh, then his hands moved down and pulled the hem all the way up to her waist. "Doogan. Please don't," she said nervously. 

"Shh. It's ok. Hold the blanket over you. Erotic, but not really naughty," he whispered.

His warm hands pressed firmly on her bare thighs and moved slowly up and down. It felt nice, and naughty, too. Ohmy. How he could tease. She loved it. The touching game. His hands. His fingers. His words. It was so exciting to know her skirt was bunched up at her waist, his hands on her bare upper thighs, even here in public, yetm she wasn't exposed. It was their little secret, just like he said. A thrill made her shiver.

"Are you cold?" he asked, feeling her shiver.

"No. Just a little excited," she said. Well, fairly exited. Ok. Really excited. She waited to feel his hands, or fingers, move over her panties and touch her intimately. She wanted him to do it, but she also didn't. She had gone far enough. No. She did want him to touch her. Ohmy. She felt so hot. She didn't really need the blanket for warmth. Yes she did. To cover her bare legs. This, was a different kind of 'heat'. It felt so good. She wanted to feel more of it.

"Just a little excited? Darn. I've lost my touch. I'm going to have to try extra..." he said softly, pausing, "...hard...," as he exhaled the word into her hair near her ear, and took a breath, "to get you really excited. Would you like that?" 

His breath warmed her ear as he spoke and she shivered, hearing the word "hard", thinking of his swollen and stiffening penis pressing against her. She wanted to squirm and rock her hips with the strong urge she felt. 'Hard'. The word made her hot.

He felt her hips move slightly. Good. I'm not losing my touch.

She felt his fingers slowly trace along her bare thighs, moving inward and upward toward her crouch. Mmm.

His hands felt the slight increase in heat from her pussy, as his fingers felt the slight curve of thigh-flesh, just an inch from the top of her inner thighs. Then he felt the edge of her panties. He caressed along the panty edge. Back and forth. Again and again. He loved to give such teasing pleasure. So very near. Teasingly close. He hoped she felt the anticipation. Ached with it. His stomach was full of butterflies fluttering with his own anticipation of what he would do next. 

"Mmm," she moaned, her eyes closed, enjoying his pleasurable teasing fingers. He said he didn't know much, however, he already had her hot and wanting more. "Mmm," she moaned again. She didn't know it could be like this. It was wonderful. 

"Spread your right leg wider for me. Make it really easy for me to touch you. You want me to touch to don't you? Right there. At your very center. Very intimately," he whispered in her ear. Hot words to caress and delight her mind. He smiled.

Ohmy! No! Yes! Oh yes! His words were so hot! She was so hot! She spread her leg wider, feeling so open. Then she squirmed and rocked her hips unconsciously, urging his fingers to move over her panties and touch her, right there. Gently. Firmly. Please give me pleasure. Ohmy. This is so naughty. So wonderful. She loved it. Don't stop.

He took his hands away and pulled them out from under the blanket and placed them on her stomach for a second.

Ohmy. No. No. Why are you stopping? Disappointment flooded her mind.

"Ok, here is a hypothetical question. If I asked you to take off your panties right now, would you do it without any hesitation," he asked. He cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs started caressing her nipples again.

She hesitated. Not because she was unsure of her answer, but because her mind was now focused on the pleasure coming from her nipples. "No. Why would I take off my panties?" she asked. Then she thought of something. "Would you take off your panties if I asked?" she said, smiling. Then she stopped smiling. "No. Forget that. You just might."

"First, I don't wear panties, I wear boxers," he said smiling. "Second, yes, I just might take them off. But then I'd have to stop caressing your nipples and I'm sure you would prefer me to continue giving you pleasure, right?" he asked.

She felt his thumbs moving faster, back and forth with more firmness, increasing the pleasure for her. "Mmm," she moaned. 

"Julie," he whispered in her ear, "It will be difficult for you to take your panties off while sitting on this picnic table. I can do it for you very quickly and easily, and your skirt would still be covering you. No one is around and my car is hiding us from the road and parking lot. Remember what I said about the situation and the risks. Think it through for a few seconds." He sat patiently waiting, knowing it may take her a minute to get up the courage to decide, to act or to refuse. He continued to caress her nipples. He always felt good about giving pleasure.

Ohmy. She was nervously thinking even as the pleasure pulsed in her nipples. Everything he said made sense as she looked around. No one in sight. His car mostly hiding them. It just seemed so risky and so naughty. She had never done anything like this. And she had already taken her bra off. No. She shouldn't take off her panties. But then he had promised her excitement and pleasure. And this certainly wasn't the hurried fumbling teenage groping in a car. This was slower and seemed well planned, more sensual and erotic, something adults would do. And she was really enjoy it. All of it.

"Relax Julie. I'll be right back," he said.

The pleasure pulses she was enjoying from her nipples stopped. No. Don't stop. Don't go. Where was he going? Julie could see his back as he walked the few paces to his car. He opened the car door and placed his foot on the edge of car floor and untied his shoe and took it off, then the other one. He looked around, then he dropped his pants, taking them off. She gasped in shock, quickly looked around, then back at Doogan. She could see his bark blue boxers, then his hands pushed his boxers down, taking them off too, revealing his bare butt to her - again. She starred at his bare butt, vaguely aware of her excitement and butterflies. She was more shocked, and fascinated by this show of - exhibitionism - commitment. Was it just to prove a point?

Doogan slipped his pants and shoes back on and walked back to Julie with his boxers balled up in his hand and set them on the picnic table.

"Doogan, put those away," she said, as a thrill raced through her, knowing he had just taken off his underwear, almost at her request. 

Doogan smiled, "Pick them up and put them in your jacket pocket. I'll need them for work next week," he said.

"Put them in your own pocket," she said.

Doogan ignored the boxers on the table. "See, I acted on your suggestion," he said.

"No, you were blatantly trying to prove a point." she said.

"Yes. I wanted to prove to you that it was safe and easy to do, with little or no risk. No one is around to see me. And I wasn't too worried about you running away in a panic or screaming for the police, even if you did see what I was doing," he said.

Julie was still a little shocked and surprised by his actions. Clearly, he had thought of the risks and had acted because there seemed to be very little risk.

"Ok, Julie. I'm sorry if I upset you or shocked you. That was not my intention. I just wanted you to see how quickly and easily it could be done." He looked into her eyes. "So, would it be ok if we take off your panties?" he asked. 

She stared at him, nervous and uncertain. Yet, feeling the pleasurable urge in her core. This was not like her. She was modest and shy. She couldn't. She shouldn't. No. She had gone as far as she should, no matter how wonderful this game was. No matter how pleasurable he made it.

Doogan leaned forward, took her hand and looked into her eyes. "Julie, I'm asking you nicely to do something I'd like to see you do. Something that will prove to yourself, and to me, that you can show trust and that you are starting to actively work with me to help you heal. Wouldn't you like to prove that? Julie. Let's take off your panties. Ok?" he said. 

"I...," she started, then thought about what they had discussed. She wanted to trust him. She wanted him to know she trusted him. How could she show that trust and not do what he asked? "Doogan, it's not that I don't trust you, I'm scarred to do it, it just doesn't seem right. It's not me."

"Julie, you're a good girl and I know part of you is shy. And I'm really glad you are. Please don't ever lose your shyness. But I also know another part of you wants to be sensual and erotic. Aren't you curious as to what it would feel like to do what I ask? Something a little bit risky, but still safe? Remember the other night, the little massage, the touch game? How did you feel? Interested, excited, nervous? Did you want it to continue even though it seemed a little risky? Did you like the kissing and touching, the little surprises with your eyes closed? And in your bedroom, how we kissed and the other things. How did you feel? Did you like it? I think you enjoyed all of it, even though there was a chance of Nancy walking in and discovering me naked in your bedroom while you watched me getting dressed. Tell me Julie. Did you like those things?" asked Doogan.

Ohmy. The memories of the events brought back nice feelings and she felt more aroused. The surprised sensuous touching, the kissing, touching his bare chest, seeing him briefly naked in her bedroom, it all felt good. His touching, caressing, in the past few minutes was truly enjoyable. Wonderfully pleasurable. "Yes. I liked everything," she said looking into his eyes.

"Good. I'm glad you liked those things, that you felt pleasure. I'm very happy that it was good for you," he said. "I took a risk standing naked in front of you, hoping Nancy wouldn't walk through your bedroom door. And again, here, in public. When we take your panties off, your skirt will be covering you. Don't you want to experience the feelings you felt when you took off your bra?

Could taking off her panties here make her feel that way, she wondered. Well, she did feel excited taking off her bra, and sitting here now without her bra. Feeling his fingers caressing her nipples, giving her so much pleasure was so exciting.

"I'm not asking you to jump out of an airplane without a parachute," he said. 

It was clear he was being very patient with her. Julie looked around, then at him, "Ok," she said, as butterflies fluttered in her tummy. "But I can't move too well with the cast on my leg."

"I'm here to help you," Doogan said.

"I'm sure your hands are eager to take off my panties," she said, smiling. 

"Ok, here's how we can do it," said Doogan, trying not to smile at her remark. "You stand up and balance with your crutches. I'll kneel in front of you, reach up under your skirt and pull your panties down to your knees. Then you sit down and I'll pull them off your legs. They'll be off in five seconds," he said. "It'll be our little secret."

"Doogan, I...," Julie hesitated, looked around again, with apprehension and indecision. She felt both fear and excitement building inside her. It was now or never, she thought. "Ok, I'll do it." She grabbed her crutches and stood up.

Doogan set the blanket on the picnic table and knelt in front of her. "Julie, if you are ready, please tell me what you want me to do." Doogan said.

She hesitated looking down at him. "Please take off my panties." A thrill raced through her and she felt excited. 

"Here we go," he said. He gently placed his hands on her knees. "Are you sure you're ready?"

"Yes," she said, not really sure. She felt his warm hands slowly slide up the outside of her thighs, then stop when he felt the bottom hem of her panties at her hips.

"Last chance to say no," he said, smiling as he looked up at her.

She looked down at him, feeling both excited and nervous, a mixture of emotions she had rarely felt. She hesitated.

Doogan was enjoying this. Seeing her fight her nervousness and yet knowing the excitement she must be feeling. It was thrilling for both of them. He grabbed the top of her panties at her hips and started to pull them down.

"No. Stop," she said. Suddenly, she felt better at saying no, but she also felt disappointment.

Doogan stopped. He took a deep breath. He felt like just pulling her panties down anyway. Ok, he would have to wait a little longer, find another way to persuade her to become more sensual. He let go of her panties.

She felt his warm hands slowly slide down her thighs, enjoying the sensual feeling. Then his hands disappeared.

"Julie, I'm sorry. I thought you were ready to enjoy more sensual things. Can I ask why you said 'no' after you said 'yes'?"

"Doogan please, I want to do some of the things you say, but I just can't seem to say 'yes'.

"Julie, I'm proud of you and your ability to act and behave properly. You are a good girl. I'm not asking you to strip in front of a bunch of people. I'm asking you to do something that only the two of us know about, that has meaning for just us. It means thrills and excitement for us, like cuddling on a park bench or while watching tv. Do you see the similarities?

"Yes. Thank you for not seeing me as a bad girl." She had to admit his logic supported his request and it wasn't really that bad since she would still be wearing her skirt. "Doogan, I'm sorry for not trusting you, and your logic. I just need time to think about these things."

"Julie, I'm here to help you get better, and you've already said you are glad I'm trying to help you."

"Doogan, I'm sorry-"

"Shhh," he interrupted softly, "please don't be sorry and I'm not angry. I know you are shy and having difficulty making these decisions."

She took a deep breath. "Thank you Doogan, please take off my panties," she said with firmness. 

"Are you sure?" Doogan asked.

"Yes, Please do it," she said, looking into his eyes and nodding yes.

He looked around, then reached under her skirt and placed his hands on her knees. He looked into her eyes. "Julie, trust me, it will be wonderful." He spread his thumbs out and hooked the hem of her skirt, then moved his hands up the front of her thighs. His thumbs pulled her skirt up, exposing her thighs. He leaned forward and kissed her knee, then higher, continuing his kisses up her thigh as her skirt rose higher, exposing more of her.

She watched the erotic action and felt his warm hands now half way up her thighs, his gentle kisses adding another erotic teasing pleasure. She felt really thrilled and excited, watching, feeling. Now she did want him to continue. The hem of her skirt fell down. He was staring into her yes, unblinking. She could feel his fingers grasp her panties, felt her panties being pulled slowly down. He was still looking at her. Her panties had reached her knees.

"Sit down Julie," he said.

She did. His hands pulled her white panties down her legs and off her feet. He looked at her a second, smiled, and tucked her panties into his pocket.

"See. Quick and easy. How do you feel Julie?" he asked. "Excited?"

"Oh yes." she said softly. Just talking about it sent an exciting chill through her. She shivered.

"You have great looking legs Julie," he said. "Are you feeling excited and happy?" 

She looked at him, feeling embarrassed at the compliment. 

She thought about it. "Thank you Doogan, Yes. I'm beginning to understand and feel what you are talking about, and how you can help me feel better. Feel happy," Julie said.

"Ok. Let's sit like we were before with your leg up and me sitting behind you," he said.

She turned so her cast-leg was resting on the bench. He placed the blanket over her legs and sat down behind her, gently hugged her, without touching her erotically. "Even though you aren't wearing any underwear, it is nice to just sit here cuddling naturally," he said. 

Julie snuggled against him feeling excited, yet comfortable. His words and the thought of not wearing her bra and panties was on her mind, but as Doogan had said, it was their little secret.

She suddenly remembered why she went shopping for bras and panties the day of her accident. She was going to peek through a small crack in her shell of modesty. Well, that shell had just been split wide open. Wide open, indeed. She was making a wonderful omelet, not with green and red peppers, mushrooms, onions and bits of cheese, but with naughty caressing, hot words, and wonderful excitement and pleasure. It felt so good. The excitement, anticipation and butterflies in her were thrilling. She wanted more of this erotic pleasurable feast.

He looked around and noticed two ladies riding bicycles along the sidewalk and then they turned onto the trail on the other side of the small parking lot. "Julie, just relax. There are some ladies on bicycles headed our way. Leave your blouse open, but button up your jacket. He waved at the ladies.

Julie hurriedly buttoned her jacket.

One lady noticed and looked at Doogan. He waved for her to come over. The lady stopped and said something to the other lady, then they headed towards Doogan. He grabbed his boxers from the picnic table and stuffed them in his jacket pocket