Another present? I smiled, wondering what kind of new suit that Kristen bought for me.
Instead of leading me to the bedroom, she led me out of the apartment down a set of stairs opposite to the ones we normally climb to go into the apartment. They led into the back of the three-car garage. When Kristen turned on the light, however, I saw new rooms partitioned into what used to be the back of the garage.
Each of the rooms in that back area were about the size of Kristen’s original living room; about a thousand square feet apiece.
“What’s happening here?” I asked.
Kristen smiled. “I’m going to make this room soundproof. It’s going to be your studio!”
I wasn’t sure I was hearing Kristen correctly. “A studio, like an apartment for me, or do you mean like a music studio?”
“Music studio,” Kristen said proudly. “I figured we could put in some shag carpeting, and panel the walls with stuff like in the practice rooms at school for soundproofing…”
This was getting very worrisome to me. “Kris! I don’t need you to do all this for me. I mean… I love what you did to the apartment, but this is too much.”
Kristen looked at me, and then said, “All right. I haven’t done anything here because I needed your input. Let’s put it off a while. In the meantime, we can put in something simple such as a piano or something. Let it be your place where you can doodle in private.”
I shook my head. “I already have that. The keyboard you gave me from Sludge has a jack where I can plug my Sennheiser headphones in. That’s as much privacy as I need… at least for now.”
Kristen was silent a few minutes. I was about to say something when she said, “All right. But this room will be here, whether you choose to use it or not.”
I sighed. I hated spoiling Kristen’s surprises, but I really disliked her spending money on me like that. I wasn’t interested in being the beneficiary of all of Kristen’s money. Sherry’s outburst a few months ago about me loving Kristen only because of her money made me very sensitive to that sort of thing.
Kristen saw my expression and explained, “This garage was always too large, so I asked Daddy if he’d mind if I took it over and built him another one, only one story but still fitting three cars. In return, this whole building becomes mine until I get my own place. This room is just a part of the garage; we will still have room to put our cars in it. The extra space can be a studio for you, and maybe something else. Let’s call it the new playroom, OK? I ran out of discretionary funds for 1974, but we’re now in 1975, and next month is my eighteenth birthday, so I would have been able to actually complete the next part, since it will be so expensive.”
“What is the next part?” I asked.
Kristen pointed to a wall with a blocked doorway. “In your studio, I was going to put in some multi-track tape decks, a mixer, and some other stuff. I’ll talk with some of the guys in the jazz band who know recording to get a feel for what would be good to put here. It may not be anything like a professional studio, but you would have been able to record something better than you were able to do at school.”
“You planned this for me?”
Kristen looked at me strangely. “Everything I do from now on is for you, Jim. My last fling for myself was that trip to Austria. From now on, it will be you and us. Right now, music is important to you, and I want to do everything I can to support you with that. This could be a place for you to compose, practice, and eventually record stuff. The entire building will be ours once my dad’s new garage is built. That construction actually started and should be completed in less than a month. The new driveway to the new garage will require us to wait until the ground thaws, but Daddy told me it should only take a little more than a week. He already has the contractors signed up.”
“I don’t know what to say,” I admitted, unable to come up with any words that would let Kristen know how touched I was by her generosity.
Kristen put her arms around me. “Hmm, I have some ideas. Thank you, Kristen. I love you, Kristen. Let’s fuck, Kristen!”
I continued to stare at the studio when Kristen’s words hit me. “Thank you, Goddess. I love you, my fair lady. Let’s make love, my favorite vixen! But first, I want to make something completely clear…” I knew I was starting to sound like ex-President Nixon, but I continued. “I will NEVER fuck you just because you gave me something. I will definitely fuck you because I love you. Is that clear?”
Kristen giggled. “You have such a wonderful way with words, Master.”
“Master?” I repeated.
“Think of me as if I were your little genie in a bottle. Like the old TV show.”
I looked at Kristen and smiled, thinking of her in that silky sheer outfit that Barbara Eden wore.
“Kristen, I can’t treat you like a genie or as a slave. I want to be as much yours as you say you are mine.”
Kristen didn’t answer, but she hugged me tightly.
I was surprised when Kristen then bent down and picked me up. “You got to carry me through the threshold, Jim. If we’re going to be equals, then I’m carrying you over the threshold this time!”
Without so much as a grunt, Kristen managed to pick me up, carry me back up the stairs and into our apartment and into the master bedroom. She deposited me on the bed, and with surprising quickness, she got something out of a dresser drawer, and then got on top of me and pinned me.
Before I knew what was happening, Kristen took two stockings, and had tied them to my wrists and then to the headboard. She then quickly pulled down my pants and boxers, and tied my legs to the posts of the bed.
Kristen got up. I was nude from the waist down and tied spread-eagle to the bed. She admired her handiwork and said, “Well, I’m going out to the living room to watch some television. Too bad you can’t come with me, SLAVE!”
Slave? Hadn’t Kristen just called me Master a few moments ago? I was confused. “What do you mean?”
“Shut up, Slave,” Kristen said, her eyes telling me that she was not kidding right now. “If you want to be as much mine as I am yours, then you will have to start calling me Mistress. Each time you don’t, you will be punished.”
“Kristen, what the hell…”
Kristen’s eyes flashed her anger at me and I shut up. Kristen looked around the room and her eyes settled on a fly swatter that was hanging on the wall. She grinned evilly and retrieved it, and then, without warning, slapped it on my right thigh.
“OW!” I cried, more in surprise than in pain. In all fairness to Kristen, she didn’t seem to try to hurt me.
“That’s ‘Ow, Mistress!’ to you!” Kristen said, and she hit my other thigh.
“OW!” I repeated, and then remembered. “I mean, ow, Mistress!”
“Good, you are learning,” Kristen said, playfully hitting her left palm with the swatter. “OK. Here’s the deal. You refused to be my Master, and said you wanted us to be equals. The only way we can be equals and that I can have you as my Master is for me to become your mistress once in a while, and I guess it’s time for you to learn how I want to be treated when you do become my Master. Do you understand?”
“I guess so,” I said. I hated listening to this twisted logic, but at the moment, I didn’t have any choice.
Kristen swatted her palm again, menacingly.
“I guess so, Mistress,” I corrected myself.
“Good,” Kristen grinned. “Here’s the deal. The next time I call you Master, you will have a choice. Either you order me around and have sex with me, or you can refuse. If you refuse, I’ll be your Mistress, and I’ll have sex with you. Complete equals.”