65 - Hidden Treasures

*Hidden Treasures, indulging your pleasures. Kinda corny, but cards are already printed. – Sticks*
While breaking down the box that the pedestal table had been in, Darkness found a small packet at the bottom that had instructions and a Hidden Treasures business card. But what had really intrigued him was the little note on the back of the card.
*For my favorite model. Sticks* followed by the man’s personal cell number.
Maybe it was wrong, maybe it was not. But Darkness did not mention the card to Camille. And when she had called Sticks, they had talked about the table, his other furniture, and adjustments that she needed to update on the websites, the other man did not mention it either.
Darkness had to ask about the companies, and Camille explained that Sticks owned a total of three furniture companies. All of them were mainly wood and all made by hand. Some had nothing but wood, including wooden hinges and locks.
*Wooden Expressions* was more traditional wood furniture. They made everything from colonial and Victorian reproductions to sleek modern styles. The couches and chairs that were upholstered were done in a warehouse across the road with a separate company that he contracted with.
This was high end furniture with an even higher price on several pieces. She pointed out that most of the furniture in her parents’ house was custom pieces from Wooden Expressions. That included the custom front door that matched the carved front door from Sid’s Oma’s house in the Netherlands from her childhood. Camille’s entire family was very proud of Oma Uittenbroek and her brother who immigrated in 1945.
*Knots* was a company that employed the ‘cast-offs’ of society. Handicapped, disabled, mentally challenged and convicts. When Camille pulled up the website to make a change, a young woman with blonde hair and down syndrome smiled at the camera. She sat behind a desk with the Knots employees behind her. To the right of the desk was a man in an electronic wheelchair.
“That’s Tiffany, she’s high functioning and mentally is about twelve years old.” Camille said with pride in her voice, “But she actually keeps all three companies running because she is an absolute whiz with spreadsheets, invoices and billing. She can do trig and calculus in her mind, tell you how much wood and hardware will be needed to make *any* piece of furniture that they make. He’s going to be screwed if she ever leaves.”
Camille then explained that the furniture was also made to high standards, but with wood that had knots and other deformities or had been reclaimed. When repairs were made on the local barns, Sticks would buy the discarded wood at a low rate.
And then there was *Hidden Treasures*. She had programmed pre-Valentine’s Day discounts and deadlines to ensure delivery. He was surprised to see that Hidden Treasures shipped across the county and even had a few orders from Europe and South America.
Now, during morning dive practice, Darkness sat in the stands at the natatorium scrolling through his phone. After carrying the card around for a week, he finally got up the nerve to check out the website.
He had seen a little bit while Camille worked on the website. And then walked away because he could picture his light in place of the blonde wearing a blindfold and very little else.
It wasn’t the kink furniture that had him hesitating. Nope. It was not that. Especially if you judged him by his reaction. His pants had never felt tighter. And his cock had never been harder.
But it was the blonde that was in several pictures. She wore a black leather blindfold, and her hair obstructed her face in most pictures. Or shadows fell over her face. There was a single picture that had her on a cross like the one that was now in his room.
High on her right hip, peeking above the black and red lace bootie shorts, was a distinctive DS tattoo.
There was another of her on a padded spanking bench, ankles were held wide with a spreader bar, arms were bound behind her back. Although she faced away from the camera and her tattoo was not visible, he was certain that it was still his light.
She wore nothing in this picture, and it was only the shadows and camera angles that kept the picture from being deemed pornographic. But it was still very erotic. And Darkness wanted to see her submit to him, and only him.
He had not had a serious sub in a long time. Sure, he had partaken in the club life from time to time. over the years, he’d had a few subs that he could call.
But once he started pursuing Camille, Darkness had assumed that part of his life was gone. Or at least on a serious pause.
They hadn’t even had sex yet. How do you broach that topic. I know we haven’t fucked, but I really want to take a flogger to your skin.
Before they even got there, he needed to know how much she knew. What she wanted. What she liked. Had she played with someone else? Did they fail to get her into sub-space?
He didn’t want to think about someone else touching her like that. Or touching her at all.
Pushing those thoughts out of his mind for now, Darkness clicked on a four-poster bed. Secret compartments held large D-rings and hooks. Pictures showed ropes tied to the rings. A few showed cuff chains attached or linked through them.
Watching the short video clip, he saw how the side of the headboard opened, and a flogger was hanging inside. The footboard had a secret drawer system and larger implements were stored in them. The thin shallow drawer was the perfect size for whips and larger paddles.
Scrolling down the page he found matching bedside tables. The drawers had a false side with a surge protector like cord hidden inside. One of the reviews raved about being able to hide the fun stuff from nosy kids and relatives. And at the same time, guaranteeing that the toys always had a charge.
He found an ‘ergonomic’ chair that could lead to some seriously interesting positions.
The coach ended practice pulling Darkness from his thoughts and shopping. Standing up, he put his phone away as Camille made her way up to him.
“I don’t know what you were looking at, but damn, it was intense.” Camille said as she sat in his lap.
“Something that I was thinking about buying for you.”
“You don’t-.”
“I don’t have to,” he agreed, running his thumb over her bottom lip. “But I want to.”
“We have a meet out of state this weekend.”
“I know. I don’t think I’ll make it to this one.”
“That’s OK. As long as you’re here when I get back.”
“Always,” he kissed her gently, nibbling on her bottom lip. “Go get a shower and go to class. I’ve got to get to work.”
Smiling at him, she gave him a quick kiss. “I….” she stopped herself and panic ran across her face. “I better go,” Camille whispered.
“Coffee?”
“Not today, bloodwork.”
After she went to the locker room, he headed out to the work truck. Before he made his way to the little cottage, he called the number on the Hidden Treasures card.
“Sticks.”
“Hey, man, this is Darkness with the Cajuns.”
“Oh, yeah.” He chuckled from his end of the phone. “How do you like that cross?”
The groan that he tried to hold back slid past his teeth.
“I made it for her specifically. Does it fit her?”
“Haven’t made it that far.” He admitted. “Taking things slow so she doesn’t think her body is the only thing I want.”
“That’s good. She’s special.”
“She is.”
“Anyway, what can I do for you?”
“I was looking at one of your beds on the website. You ever sell the plans for them?”
“I haven’t. But I could. I can send you the plans and hardware. Same address?”
He gave the address to the cottage as he turned into the neighborhood. “How quick can you get them sent?”
“First, tell me which bed you want.”
“Alpha. She’s going to be out of town this weekend.”
“OK. And what size? Queen? King? Ultra king? You probably would like the ultra.”
“What’s the difference?” He waved at Jenna as she turned. She waved back with a big smile.
“It’s about a foot longer. I’ll send you the information for the mattress company we use. They can custom make whatever size you want. They do bedding, too.”
“That sounds good. Thanks.”
“Not a problem. Let me get the blueprints printed and pull the hardware. I’ll get them out this afternoon.”
“Great. Much do I owe you?”
“You good with two-fifty?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. I’ll get an invoice in the system and text you a phone number. Tiff will get you taken care of.”