The Bike Garage

18 Jul
I’ve been given an assignment.
 
He’s tasked me with thoughts, teased me with little detail. Three words: the bike garage. Two more words: next time. Think about it, he said.
 

I’ve been thinking. I envision a woodshed with a long bench, leather straps hanging from hooks, and a girl in the corner sniffling her contrition.
 
The bike garage is no woodshed. It smells of motor oil and pent-up heat. It is all man, and my tits feel conspicuously out of place there — like they’re trespassing on his domain of Harleys and grease.
 
There is little space, but enough, in the corner. I don’t remember seeing a bench or leather straps, but I do remember an eye-hook in the ceiling beam, remember wondering about its purpose and thinking that it holds promise.
 
I know where I’ll eventually be standing — under that hook. I know where my hands will eventually be — over my head. If I am allowed clothing, it will be temporary and an easy thing to remove with wire-snips.
 
I can only imagine what will be done.
 

The flogger will flick against my thighs before slapping against my bottom. It will gently trace my ribs, playfully bite my nipples, tickle my stretched abdomen as I clamor for more of the garage’s stifling air.
 
My shocked cries will be swallowed by the heat.
 
I will begin to fall, but find my anchor, pivoting on my toes around the hook, displaying my femininity to the all-male audience of chrome and bolts and he.

 
That is all that I can imagine. That is enough.

8 Responses to “The Bike Garage”

  1. Gern Blandershphelt July 19, 2011 at 12:58 am #

    I’m quite sure the flogger and perhaps even a quirt will have you dancing a dance worthy of an encore performance; even if the only eyes that will see are his and the one holding your arms in proper position for your penitent pirouette.

    • Barely Pink July 21, 2011 at 12:04 am #

      Just say no to quirts.

      I do, however, like the phrase “penitent pirouette”. I can see myself in that. 🙂

  2. steve July 20, 2011 at 9:47 pm #

    that is why I love thiis blog. The imagery is wonderful. Hope you had fun.

    • Barely Pink July 21, 2011 at 12:05 am #

      Still no bike garage, Steve. So far it is only an imagining — but a fun one, for sure.

      Thank you!

  3. wordsmith July 21, 2011 at 6:11 am #

    The space within a Garage does not obey the normal laws of physics, some considering it to be an entirely new dimension – capable of absorbing an infinite amount of dark matter. Dark forces are involved, that generally attract males and repel females. OK, you put it a bit more poetically, but I thought I should explain for all your male Readers. Just saying. I’ll go now. That way? Right.

    • Barely Pink July 21, 2011 at 10:26 pm #

      Ha. It also seems to be a bit like a visit to “Bed, Bath & Beyond”. Time sort of stops and the walls expand. Definitely defies the laws of physics.

      • wordsmith July 22, 2011 at 5:14 am #

        Nope, that’s just a normal female response to a shopping opportunity!

      • Barely Pink July 22, 2011 at 5:51 pm #

        Ha. True. Although…I dread going into that place. I lose HOURS of my day in the pursuit of one item.

        However, going into the bike garage…there I’d happily lose hours.

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