The New Girl

She was meticulous, organised, thoughtful, caring, in short perfect for the job as my secretary and I was delighted in my good fortune to have found her, a chance meeting on a train journey back from the country.

Her every movement was full of intention. She knew what she wanted and with grace and patience she set about getting it. Although it was I who struck up a conversation on the train, I later discovered that it was her design to attract my attention, her wish to draw me in, her subtle body language to flirt and please. It wasn’t love, not yet, not till much later. She simply showed how useful she could be to me, her desire to serve a good cause, something bigger than herself, her need to be needed.

It was fate that she chose me to need her.

Soon after that first meeting, she moved into my apartment and became much more than a secretary, helping me in innumerable little ways that I would be too ashamed to mention. I became like a spoiled child and she did everything I asked of her, and more. I trusted her completely, even with my most sensitive documents that should they fall into the wrong hands would have been the ruin of not only me but everything the agency had worked on for months.

I was blind to her passion however, and she was a passionate soul. I cannot remember the reason even but something I said or did hurt her. She felt unappreciated, disrespected, dishonoured. She told me it had not been the first time but she had kept quiet before. Her tears flooded the room and flooded my heart with sorrow. I apologised for how insensitive I had been to her feelings. I had always appreciated and respected her deeply but I had taken her for granted. I did all I could to soothe her and to apologise. Upset with myself that I had upset her, I retired to bed hoping the night would mend our wounds.

But I woke in the early hours to the sound of my door clicking shut and getting up I found she was gone. Not only that, but she had taken what was invaluable to me: the black lever arch file with codes and names that if leaked could disrupt our whole operation. What could she want with it except revenge? In that moment, I cared much more for those documents than for her well-being knowing my own life and career and the security of many others was on the line and I flew outside in a rage determined to catch her.

I was lucky. She had not gone far. I managed to catch her at the end of the street, still in her night dress with the file under her arm. What did she think she was doing? I took her by the arm and led her home. She did not resist.

The girl was a sleepwalker!

“You must never run away from me again.

I don’t care about what you took.

That doesn’t matter.

I could never bear to lose you.

A good girl is hard to find.”

But she did run away again. And I was forced to take stronger measures.

The Sleepwalker

I made sure she was safely back in bed. Her eyes looked at me as if in a daze. I whispered in her ear:

“Sleep now.

Close your eyes.

You’re safe with me.

Talk in the morning.”

And with a kiss on the forehead I let myself out of the room, returned the file to its secure location and went back to bed myself.

It all seemed like a strange dream when I woke in the morning to the chorus of morning birds and light streaming through my windows.

After having washed and changed I came down to see breakfast laid: a glass of orange juice & a steaming teapot beside a chocolate croissant and a bowl of grapes. But the girl was gone. I didn’t eat a morsel. I downed the glass, the taste bitter on my lips and headed straight out. I soon regretted it. My stomach ached on my way to work. I was famished.

Stepping into my office, she was there in her usual place, tapping away at the typewriter.

“For a second I thought I’d lost you”, I said.

“I’m here,” she smiled sweetly.

“You wouldn’t leave me without warning would you?”

“Maybe”, she teased.

“Do you remember anything of last night?”

“Oh I was just taking some air when you startled me.”

“With my file under your arm?”

“I must have picked it up in my sleep. But look it’s here now!” and she pointed towards my desk.

“You took it again without asking?”

“I knew you would need it.”

She was probably right. “I did need it today.” I admitted. I had forgotten I had a briefing meeting. “It’s a good thing you brought it this time, but in future don’t. It’s too much of a risk.”

“I won’t lose your stuff.”

“I trust you. But anything could happen. I need to take responsibility for this.”

“What if I were kidnapped with your documents? Would you care more for me or for your files.”

“Yesterday I would have said the files without question. You know how important they are to me, to all of us. But not today. I’m sorry for how I treated you. I would miss you terribly.”

“So if you could save one from a burning building, me or the files, you would save me?”

“Without question. You mean a lot to me.”

She smiled half-convinced.

“But let’s not lose either”, I added. “I depend on you. So can I rely on you?”

“You can, sir. This is why I signed up. I believe in this. I will not let you down.”

I gave her hand a squeeze, a warm feeling in my heart.

But the following night, it happened again. I caught her sooner. She was at the bottom of the stairs, barefoot and clutching my file in her arms. She was earnest about something that had to be done, her eyes open as she looked at me, but I could not make out the words. Again she did not resist as I guided her gently back up the stairs and into her bed.

“What happened?” she asked when safely back in her bedroom.

“You were sleepwalking again.”

“Oh” she murmured and turned back into her warm blankets to sleep.

“Either that or a spy waiting for a rendez-vous to give away all our secrets?” I muttered.

But she did not hear me, already fast asleep. It seemed unlikely in the extreme, but I could take no chances of her or the documents falling into the wrong hands. She knew too much. The girl would have to be tied to the bed at night to stop this happening again for her good as well as mine. She would not like it but it had to be done.

“Sleep now.” I whispered although I knew she was already asleep, her breath deep and slow. And I sat by her side preparing the ropes to bind her for the rest of the night. I couldn’t help notice how beautiful she looked in her sleep. It was from that moment, seeing her all tied up in her sleep, that I fell in love with my sleepwalking girl. I kissed her gently on the lips.

Taking you Down

I stayed up the night watching you sleep, so relaxed, so helpless and mindless, your body bound and beautiful.

And I watched you sleep.

I watched you dream.

I fell in love with my bound sleepwalking girl.

As dawn broke, I cast a spell of enchantment upon you,

My words filled with a secret power

A power based in love:

“Sometimes, you feel you can’t do what you really want.

Sometimes you doubt you can be the person you really want to be.

But there is something you need to know.

Something I am going to tell you.

Listen carefully to my words and go deeper for me.

Let that part of you go to sleep.

The part that gets in your own way

The part that keeps you from feeling so good

You are so perfect just as you are

So aroused at the sound of my words

Capable of doing what you want

Capable of following your dreams

But right now, you just need to let go

Right now, there is nothing to control

Just enjoy my words washing over you

Filling you with such deep pleasure

Feel my kisses from head to toe

Washing away all your worries

Your whole body is held in love

Your whole body folded inside me

You are safe my little one

You can trust me to look after you

You are free in this state of bliss

You are mine and nothing is expected of you

And it feels so good

Your whole body held in love

Your whole mind filled with love

Your whole spirit pure love

When I untie you, your body will be free

Free to surrender to my love

Free to feel me deep inside you always

As I make love to you

As I will make love to you always.”

“I love you always.” you said in your sleep.

“Can you forgive me doing whatever I like to you?”

“You can do whatever you like to me” you said

You stirred half-asleep and began to tug at the ropes that bound you.

I began to slowly untie you

Casting aside the ropes from your body

But I did not stop at the ropes,

I took off your nightdress too

And made passionate love to you.

Release

“I look forward to when you untie me and make love to me.”

“I’m hard just thinking about it”

“But does it always have to wait till morning?”

“You know I don’t want to but you sleepwalk. It’s too dangerous.”

“Tied up all night is uncomfortable.”

“You look beautiful though.” And I lifted her into bed.

Her eyes were pleading though.

“Can’t I sleep in your bed?”

“So I can hold you in my arms?

“And press your strong body against mine.”

“So you cannot sleepwalk away!”

“And if I sit up you can quickly take me down.”

“And cover you with kisses?”

“And make love to me in my sleep.”

“I can do that!”

I smiled to myself. It was exactly what I wanted.

So I released her from her nights in bondage and led her into my bedroom, into a deeper bondage that would last a lifetime.

It was what she had always wanted too. Such a good girl!