Silence of Dinner

As she sat at the dinner table looking across at Juan, she was not sure if she should try to speak. He had been a complete gentleman. He had remained smoothed. His reassuring smile helped her stay cool as she watched in horror as her hubby opened the limo door for her and quietly handed her off to her driver.

Not only was it awkward not to be able to speak, but she didn’t know his name either. The man was kind, gracious, and knew just what to order. The place was magnificent. Hubby had picked out a wonderful place and the ambiance was impeccable.

To make matters a bit more tense, she could see him standing next to the limo waiting. His stance was solid, black ops looking. His head was steady and fixed in her direction. AS far as she could tell, there was no way he could see her, but she was a bit unnerved by his very steady gaze in her direction.

As she tried to make the best of it, her driver, Juan seemed to make pleasant talk about nothing in particular. And that just added to the feel of anxiety. She was in something she had not signed up for. She wanted to have the option of agreeing to this treatment. Whatever form of punishment this was, it was very psychological with a surgical feel to it.

Towards the end of the meal, Juan started to shift from aimless idle talk to more focused instructional type conversation. An idea was starting to take shape. He was presenting to her a few set of options for what would be the way her life would unfold going forward. As far as she could tell, this driver had way too much insight into how her private life worked. And it was not a very flattering picture at all.

The woman he was describing was bossy, inattentive, sneaky, and mistrusting. Yet, that woman was her. Not that she had anyone tell her about herself like this before. This driver did not talk like someone who was simply a driver either. He talked with a flare of authority and confidence she often had rebuked and pushed back on from her husband. The cadence was also quite similar, as if these two had a long standing relationship. Too much familiarity of jargon. Was this on purpose or by accident?

Who was this driver really? How much did hubby trust to him? Best she could recall, he was her driver and hubby rarely ever took the limo out for anything by himself.

Before the desert arrived, she had heard enough about herself. She pointed to her throat. At this point, it was safe to assume that the driver was in on this plot.

The look of puzzlement was not reassuring her at all. The driver could not possibly not know a thing or two about what was happening. The chocker was not on tight, but she didn’t want to touch it out of fear of activating it again.

Then, she saw her hubby point to his throat and nod.

He could see into the place and watch her. Oh, this was freaky!

She opened her mouth to ask a question and was relieved to see she could speak. She nervously quickly blurted out what had happened to her in the limo and wondered if he, Juan, knew anything about it

After a longer than necessary pause, the driver nodded. He proceeded to explain that it was in fact part of her punishment. Hubby wanted to put a halt to her changing his plans for the night. Given that she was not making a scene, the device was not going to reactivate for the remainder of the night.

Juan also added that she was free to walk away from this entire “operation” at any point in time she wanted to. He even used the air quotes to stress the word operation.

She asked if he was at liberty to discuss the operation with her. His radiant smile and joyful demeanor returned as he assured her that he could talk about anything of the plan she had witnessed already. He was not going to discuss anything that had not yet taken place, as she was the one really making the decisions all the way along.

This puzzled her deeply. There was nothing in her mind about wanting to be in this predicament. She was going along because her man had hijacked her plans to teach her a lesson. She wanted to get back ahead of things and have her say as well as her way.

As they chatted through desert, she was keen not to disclose any of the apparatus that was used on her. She was also sure not to mention how she had cuffed her man and left him for sleep. As much as Juan was reassuring her, she wasn’t sure just how much of the information he was sharing was of his own free will or script he was reciting very well. She never had seen or interacted with him in this capacity before.