The Primal's Kitten

Chapter Six

I woke up on Saturday sore but excited for what the day might hold. I could hear Alicia and Gavin downstairs, hauling my old bed out of the house so I jumped out of bed and went to help them. It was my old stuff after all, and I felt bad that they hadn’t woken me up to take care of it. “You two didn’t have to do this alone, you should have woken me up!” I chastised the pair as I stuffed my feet into my favourite pair of Uggs and threw a sweater on. “We didn’t want to wake you, it’s not that heavy and I have to take the trailer back early anyway if I don’t want to be charged for the day.” Gavin was smooth when he explained things, it just made sense when he said it like that, and so I felt a little silly being annoyed with them. “Still, you should have woken me up, we all went to bed at the same time.” 

Once my old bed was by the road with a sign on it, Alicia and Gavin hopped in his truck to take the trailer back and grab us all some breakfast. I went back inside and took a nice hot shower, we had the munch later and I wanted to look, and smell, decent if I was going to be out in public with others. By the time I was done the bathroom smelled like some sort of exotic place, spiced and a little sweet and thankfully the scent lingered on my skin and in my hair as well. I was careful to only brush my hair with conditioner in it, and then I put in some of the anti-frizz cream I always used, scrunching it up and plopping it in a towel so the curls would dry at least somewhat and not get pulled down by the weight of my hair. I heard my phone chime just as Lish and Gavin returned, so once I was dressed I grabbed it off the bed to see who had sent me a text. It was John, the one who lead the discussion group, asking if I was still going to the munch or if Lish had scared me off with all her stories of bad Dominants. I thought he was just trying to be funny and sent him an eye roll emoji before telling him I would be there, a few horror stories weren’t enough to keep me away. I tossed the phone back on my bed and went down to breakfast, falling into easy conversation as we sipped lattes and munched our way through a dozen doughnuts from our favourite bakery. 

I spent the rest of the afternoon reading a new book, sprawled out in the bay window seat in the living room while Lish and Gavin got to work unpacking and putting away his things and sorting through some of hers to get rid of or donate. Lish had a LOT of stuff, I swore sometimes she was a borderline hoarder with all the clothes and trinkets and such she kept around. I had even found a box of our notes from High School hidden under her bed the last time I helped her clean her room, which was always a disaster zone. I got lost in my own little world when I read, which was why it startled the heck out of me when Lish was suddenly tapping me on the head. “Base to fantasy land, come in. There’s an hour till we have to go, you might want to think about getting ready.” I groaned and put my book down, peeling myself out of the comfort of my little hideaway spot. “Okay, okay, I’m going,” I grumbled as I made my way upstairs to get ready. I hadn’t thought to ask what I should wear, but we were going out to eat so I figured the more casual the better, since we were just friends getting together. I tugged the shirt free of my hair and watched as it cascaded down like a waterfall of soft curls. Well damn, maybe there was something to this plopping thing, even if they were a little uneven there at the top. I shrugged and messed with them a little before throwing on a pair of black leggings and a big cream coloured knit sweater. It was the most comfortable thing I owned, and it held special meaning since it was the last Christmas gift from my dad before he had passed away. I knew I looked super cute, so I added a little eyeliner and mascara to the look before standing back to admire the whole effect. Hmm, something was still missing though. I thought about it for a minute before I heard Gavin behind me, “Lipstick, that red you wore to the holiday party.” And then he was gone. I shook my head, but grabbed it and put it on anyway. He was right, it was perfect. 

We arrived at the restaurant a good twenty minutes early, and of course, half the group was already there waiting for our reservation to be ready. There was a small group of people smoking off to one side and I steered clear of them the best I could, it was cold enough out to see your breath and I didn’t need to add smoke to my already fickle asthma situation. I’d had it since I was a kid, one of the lucky ones who never grew out of it, so I had medication to take every day and a rescue inhaler, but I didn’t want to use it unless I had to, because they were expensive. So, I stuck close to Lish and Gavin until Abby, Clara, and their Daddies showed up, at which time I switched out of my little group to say hello and join theirs. John was there too and he seemed pretty happy to see me, which was nice, lowering my anxiety a little. I really was already starting to feel like I was part of the group and not just the new girl. 

Our reservation was called and we all piled in, being taken to a small back room they used for parties sometimes. It was nice that we weren’t out in the main dining area, though I was certain we wouldn’t get too wild. I still had some questioned I wanted to be answered so I figured tonight might be a good chance. I wasn’t quick enough to snag a seat next to Lish and Gavin, leaving me standing there awkwardly for what felt like forever until John offered me the seat next to him. Phew, that was a close call. I was paying for my own food anyway so it didn’t really matter where I sat, but Lish was like a lifeline in new situations and being away from her made me a little more nervous than I would have otherwise been. John seemed content enough to chat with me while I looked over the menu, he even suggested a few things I might like, even if they were way off base. I couldn’t fault him for that because he didn’t know me very well, so I chose my safest option in a new place, which was a club sandwich and fries. He poked at me a little for not trying something more daring, but soon enough Clara had grabbed my attention. “Hey, how you holding in there?” She was so nice, even just her asking made me lose some of the tension I had been holding on to. “I’m doing ok, I think, just feeling a little nervous still.” “Oh don’t you worry about it, and don’t let John give you any shi..dangit, sorry Daddy. I meant, don’t let him give you any sass, you eat what you want.” She giggled and I couldn’t help but laugh too, especially when I looked over to see the grumpy look Brandon, her Daddy, was giving her. 

When the food finally arrived, the conversation died down a little as everyone dug into their food. I had been right to order what I did, it brought another level of comfort to know exactly what to expect. Nice toasted bread, layers of meat, cheese, and veggies, nice crunchy fries. Yep, this was exactly what I needed tonight. That didn’t stop John from poking at me a little now and again, so I stuck my tongue out at him once in retaliation.”Don’t stick it out unless you plan to use it, little girl.” He told me with a stern look. I laughed at him. “Yeah okay, well then don’t pester me about my food choices Joooohn.” I hadn’t felt very sassy most of the evening, but he was starting to bug me for some reason. “You watch your tone with me,” He snapped back.  I huffed and rolled my eyes at him before leaning closer to Clara to talk with her and Brandon for the rest of the meal. No one else seemed to have a problem with the way John sometimes jumped in and dominated the conversation, so I just let it slide, thinking that as the leader of the discussion group, maybe it was just a common courtesy type of thing. I shrugged it off, pushing my weird feeling to the back of my mind for the rest of the evening, which devolved into drinks, dessert, and plenty of laughs and good conversation. Sometime around ten o’clock I looked up to see Lish and Gavin standing up to go pay their bill, so I did the same, gathering my purse and coat, but before I could grab the bill, John did. “It’s your first time with us for this, let me.” I was, somewhat flattered I guess, since he was paying so much attention to me. John was a good looking guy, tall with blondish hair and brown eyes, the kind perhaps too understated to be on a magazine but the type who would make heads turn no matter where he was. “Oh, really? That’s so kind of you, thank you,” I said sincerely and hugged him before going around to get everyone else. Alicia and Gavin were waiting outside in the cold, so we hurried to the car and toward home. It had been a great night if I was being honest, even if I did sometimes get a weird vibe from John. It was just me being new though, right?

I woke up the next morning to a note from Lish and Gavin saying they’d gone the two hours away to visit his parents since they were dying to meet the new woman he had moved in with. I chuckled, sent up a silent prayer for Lish and went to make myself some breakfast. While I was mixing up pancake batter, I heard my phone chime so I picked it up to see who it was. John. I shrugged and answered his good morning text before setting my phone aside to focus on breakfast, otherwise, I was going to burn the pancakes and be angry that I had to eat them like that or throw them out. I hated burned pancakes. I made some vegan sausages and coffee too and finally sat down at the kitchen table to eat, scrolling through my phone before I even noticed that there was another text from John. *What are you doing today?* He asked. *Probably just hanging out, I have a stack of books to read.* I shot back and returned my attention to eating for the next few minutes, sipping my coffee in bliss. I hadn’t realized my phone had chimed until it went off three more times in a row. I rolled my eyes, set down my empty cup and picked up my phone. *We should hang out* *Seriously, you can read any day* *Come on, don’t be a stick in the mud* *I’ll be there in 20, be ready.* I looked at my phone again and growled, there went my perfectly lazy day. I didn’t even have time to shower now, so I loaded the dishwasher and went upstairs to change out of my PJ shirt and into something warm. I guess it wasn’t so bad that I was getting out of the house, it was time to make new friends. 

John arrived exactly 20 minutes after his text, weird but at least he was on time I guess. I let him in while I finished grabbing my purse and putting my boots on. “Hey, thanks for getting me out of the house. What did you have planned?” I hope he had a plan, cause I sure didn’t. It would be weird of him to get me out of the house and then not have planned something, though, right? “Not telling, it’s a surprise, but you’ll love it.” That made my stomach drop, I hated surprises, they hadn’t exactly worked out well for me in the past, especially with men. A surprise generally meant that he didn’t know me at all, or knew I wouldn’t agree if he told me. I imagined John was the first since we had only met on Wednesday. “I really don’t like surprises, can you please tell me where we’re going?” I asked, nicely at that, but John just scowled at me. “Come on, don’t you trust me? It’ll be fun I promise!” I took a deep breath, Lish trusted this guy, right? So, I should be fine to go, it was no big deal if I didn’t know. I mean, if I hated it I could just call for an Uber and leave. “Alright, I trust you, let’s go!” Those words were the beginning of the worst time of my life. I’m getting ahead of myself though, so let’s get back to it. I locked the door, texted Lish then Clara and Abby, and got in the car, settling back to chat while John drove. 

After an hour we pulled up at a brick building and John got out of the car, coming to open my door for me. I could feel the grip of anxiety as my stomach knotted, but I walked along like nothing was wrong, ducking into the building behind him. There was a table in a short hallway, two women sitting at it checking ID’s and sometimes taking coats to put in a closet behind them. I handed over my ID but kept my coat and bag with me, feeling too unsure of what was going on to part with my things. I had tried to ask John again where we were, but he acted like he couldn’t hear me and just walked toward another set of doors at the end of the hall. I could hear music, though it wasn’t too loud, nothing could have prepared me for what we walked in to. Through the doors there was a large room, tables pushed and piled to one side. There were mats out all over the floor and people were scattered across them, stretching and chatting. The hell had he brought me to? “Set your things here with mine, we need to stretch.” I looked at him sideways but did as he said since there was still a part of me that was curious about what we were here for. I joined him on a section of mat, not realizing that he had carried a bag in with him as well, which was now sitting beside him on the floor. Weird, but ok. Once I had stretched to the point that John thought it was good, a woman stood up in the middle of the room and asked everyone to quiet down. “Good evening everyone, I’m glad to see so many new faces. I’m Jessica and I run Sunday Night Rope Bite. I see everyone has stretched so Riggers, feel free to get your rope out, we’ll begin here in just a moment. With that said, please give a warm welcome to tonight’s teacher, Rick.” 

We were at some sort of rope event? What the hell! I looked over at John and he just smirked. “Oh come on, it’s the tamest of kinks, you’ll be fine, I’ve been a Rigger for almost six years now. Besides, this is a good chance for you to learn if you like rope or not.” John was quick to boast, trying to persuade me not to freak out, which I’m sure it looked like I was about to. “Alright, you’re right. And you said you’ve done this before, and there are tons of people around. What’s the harm?” Right? Wrong. Rick stood up and started the class, first showing how to do a few simple ties, then moving into something a little harder since most people had been coming to the class for a good while. My nervousness slowly melted away as I was tied in one way and then another, and another. It was comforting in a way, squeezing me in just enough places to calm my nervous system. I was rather loopy by the end of the class portion of the night, no one had explained subspace to me, but I was in it flying high on chemicals that had flooded my brain, making everything feel soft and delicious. I thought that was the end of it, but instead, there was open floor time where the Riggers could work on harder ties under supervision, or work on mastering simpler ones. John looked at me, if he knew I was in subspace already, he didn’t seem like it, treating me like everything was normal. “Let’s do some more ties; you make a great rope bunny.” My brain was fuzzy, but more rope? Heck yeah! I nodded my head and John began to tie me again. It started out easy enough, but the more intricate he made it, the more uncomfortable I became. He had even gone so far as to tie my hands behind my back and linked it to a tie around my face, the rope passing between my teeth like a gag. Every time I raised my head, it pulled my wrists up my back, straining my shoulders. As John tied me, he talked softly right near my ear, ignoring my grunting noises and the panicked look that was taking over my features. My hands hurt, the rope was too tight. I tried to get his attention, to grab his shirt, but he ignored me until Rick and Jessica came around. “Wow, that’s some excellent work John, you’ve really come a long way!” Rick seemed impressed, but Jessica quickly moved on. 

Once Rick left, John finally began to untie me, starting with my legs so that I could break the kneeling position he had me in. This was tame? I thought Doms were supposed to listen to their submissives? Was I his submissive now? This all seemed too far from what Alicia and Gavin had been telling me. John wouldn’t do anything to hurt me though, would he? Once my hands were untied, I tried bringing them around to the front of my body, but my shoulders had been in one position too long. Tears flooded my eyes as the blood flow to my arms started to return to normal, making my already painful hands hurt that much worse. John finished untying me and began to take care of his rope, ignoring me again even as I tried to rub my arms to lessen the ache. After he finished with the rope, he tossed me a granola bar from his bag. “You did great for your first time, I think you should come back with me every week.” Did he not realize what he had done? “Uh maybe, I’m not sure I like rope, that was really painful.” I didn’t think I wanted to come back here, at least not with John. “You get used to it, you’re just new. Come on the class is over, you need to help pick the mats up little girl.” What? He wanted me to help pick these heavy things up even though he knows I’m in pain? No one else seemed to notice, and some of the other girls had tears in their eyes, so I figured he was right, I was just new. 

Once the class had broken up and we’d collected our things, John walked me back to his car and opened the door for me to get in. It seemed to please him that I hadn’t even reached for the handle before he had. Weird, but alright. My fingers barely worked correctly, so how he thought I could open the door on my own was beyond me. John kept talking all the way home about how much fun next week would be, and that I should sit with him at the discussion on Wednesday, maybe we could even go out on Friday since there was no munch next weekend. I blindly gave short answers, still in pain and just wanting to be home. When we finally arrived, he said a quick good night and watched as I got out and walked to the door. Lish and Gavin were due home late so I ate a sandwich, took a bath, and threw myself into bed. John didn’t check on me once that night, nor in the days of sub drop that followed.