Kinktober!

Day six: Caught in the Act

Nico had never been particularly careful with the plants he attended to as a Botanist, placing himself in a rough position. One of his clients was especially wealthy and obsessed with her plants, a lanky woman named Mrs. Caddel.

She was extremely picky when it came to how her plants were treated, so you can imagine her horror when Nico just used a dirty watering can to provide her precious begonias with water. She flipped her shit.

"That water you gave her was absolutely repulsive! Don't ever give her nasty watering can water again!" She shrieks, looking similar to a yapping dog. She adjusts her full fur coat before leaving the room, carrying herself with languid steps.

"Pfff...your plant don't need no sparkling water, lady." He rolls his eyes, setting the watering can aside with a faint huff. Mrs. Caddel was nowhere to be seen, which makes this a great opportunity for snooping.

Abandoning his task with the potted plants, he decides to search for any dirt to use on that woman. She is about nine years older than him, but that doesn't mean she isn't doing anything scandalous.

He takes a quick peek at each book on her prized shelf, pulling them out only a bit to see each cover. Much to his astonishment, one book seems to have some resistance to being removed; a fake book. This phony piece of literature appears to be a lever of sorts, causing the walls to shift before his very eyes.

A rickety, winding staircase leads down to an abyss, a complete darkness of which he feels inclined to explore. That climb down is a bit straining but he manages to reach the bottom, greeted by a large, metal door with a simple latch keeping it sealed.

The mere latch isn't very strong and it has no padlock on it, allowing him easy entry to this forbidden space. Upon opening the door, his eyes are assaulted by a dark room filled with an array of varying sex toys and contraptions. Hell, he wouldn't doubt that King Edward VII's original love chair design was somewhere inside the vulgar room.

He reluctantly steps into the room with soft footsteps, hoping that he won't get caught by his client for snooping. Of course, he isn't the most stealthy.

The familiar click of Mrs. Caddel's heels approaches the top of the staircase, a flicker of fear filling Nico's widened eyes. Each click of her heel is a symbol of his upcoming doom, unless he can convince her that he wasn't snooping.

In a last minute effort, he decides to use something he hasn't in a long while; the art of seduction.

When the woman walks into that sex dungeon, she's amazed to find him with his wrists restrained above his head and connected to the ceiling. He managed to do self bondage, but at what cost?

Mrs. Caddel swivels her head from side to side, checking that nobody is present before she indulges herself. With a steady hand, she reaches out for a sensory deprivation hood, one that covers all parts of the face except for the nostrils.

She slides the hood onto his head, securing it with an elegant zip. He's now unable to hear, see, taste, or even touch anything with his hands restrained. The only sense out of the five that he can fully use is smell, and right now all he smells is leather and cranberry perfume.

"Y'know...I've been waiting to encounter someone with the same love for this art. My husband never understood my infatuation with all these toys, but to me it's more than pleasure. It's art, something to showcase creativity and individuality." Mrs. Caddel speaks with a passionate yet elegant tone, running her nails down his sides to make him squirm.

The simple action only fueled her desire to create "art," as she described it. It's evident that she isn't some degenerate who's obsessed with sexual experimentation, but instead a woman who appreciates the lewdness that can come with artistic expression.

"I know you can't hear me, but I will ensure that you become a masterpiece. You will be a beautiful addition to my collage..." She comments and slips her phone out of her tiny hand bag, snapping a few pictures of his restrained form.

The phone swiftly returns to its original resting place in her bag, allowing her hands to focus on something much more intimate. With a look of contentment, she starts to run her hands over different parts of his body, focusing mainly on the spots that make him flinch or squirm.

His sides and private areas seem to be the most responsive, becoming her main targets. Still, she has yet to do anything too explicit, only toying with him like a cat would with a bird.

"You're so sensitive..." She coos, finally pulling away to contemplate her next move. A wooden paddle manages to catch her eye, her professional demeanor faltering when she imagines the flinching that would produce from the male.

The paddle's handle feels rough against her palm, supplying her with a better grip and handle on the force she uses. With a glint of interest, she pulls down part of his pants and gives him a light tap on the bottom, testing the waters.

Seeing his exaggerated reaction, she decides to give a more forceful thwack against him. The sound of sleek wood against exposed flesh is music to her ears, reveling in his lustful agony. This was his consequence for snooping, so all he could do was grin and bear it. After all, it's either this or a lawsuit he isn't wealthy enough to escape.

Her actions get progressively more aggressive and powered by desire before completely stopping. She can hear the front door to her home creak open, signaling her husband's arrival. She can't help but feel a jolt of panic, alarm bells ringing in her head. If he catches her with another man to create so-called "art," she'll be in quite the predicament.

With a trembling hand, she hurries to undo Nico's binds and remove the sensory deprivation hood, making sure that he looks presentable. Unfortunately, she was too slow in her efforts, his pants still on the floor as her husband reaches the last step.

Divorce is almost guaranteed.

The man's face drops when he spots his wife with this random gardener, who is about nine years younger than her in the first place. The poor guy is stunned, especially since all the woman told him was that this was her creation room, not a literally sex dungeon.

"The fuck...?" He was too stunned to even yell, looking down at Nico's disheveled form while Mrs. Caddel is having a silent freak out. She knew she was doomed from the start.

"Honey! It's...it's not what it looks like! I'm creating art! It's a display of my inner creativity! Honey, please!" She pleads with her husband, but he's having none of it. He doesn't even attempt to argue, just trudging back up those stairs with a disappointed, sullen expression...