Adultery My Struggles with Trupti by urbanslut

[Ramesh_Rocky]

My Struggles with Trupti Ch. 06

"Ah you're back!" Trupti says. She is naked too. But wearing high heels.

"Trupti, what the hell? Let me go!" I struggle against the restraints. "How did I get here?"

"You know how you got here." she shrugs.

"No I don't. The last thing I remember, we were in the Uber...and..."

Suddenly my mind is flooded with a memory. I was freaked out by what Malay was saying. I ran out and called and Uber. I got in the Uber. And then...the memory was bizarre. I was sitting there talking to myself. Arguing with myself. The driver kept looking back, worried. He said my behavior worried him. Finally he said he would call 911. I tried to bribe him by flashing my tits. He didn't bite. And then I heard myself saying,

"Okay Fariq, calm down. I was just messing with you. It's a social experiment. We are trying to see at what point cab drivers start noticing when their passengers are behaving strangely and call the authorities. It is a vital public policy issue. This was just an experiment."

"Really?" he asked, still skeptical.

"Yes, Fariq, really. I do not have a bluetooth. I am not going to flash you my breasts. I was just acting out a script back here, trying to gauge when you would speak up and act. And I am glad to tell you, it was very prompt. You are a great driver, Fariq, and a great citizen."

The driver kept staring at me for a few seconds.

"Are you serious, miss?"

"Very serious!"

"Phew!" he said and laughed. "I tell you, I was really freaked out when you started talking about all that weird shit. So I immediately started thinking about dialing 911."

"You did a great job, Fariq."

"So you are really okay?"

"Do I not look okay?" I asked, sitting calmly in my place. "I am telling you, it was a social experiment. A test. You passed."

And the memory faded away. And I was back in the chair, tied up and naked. I looked up at Trupti. She smiled. And disappeared. Suddenly the ropes disappeared too. And then I saw myself standing, looking at an empty chair. Before I could move, the restraints were back.

"Do you get it now?" Trupti asked.

"Yes, I think I do. You are...me."

"Hehe, not just you, the best part of you!" she said, swaggering around. Well, I guess I was swaggering around. "The part of you unencumbered by outdated values and beliefs. The part looking for what you have been conditioned to deny yourself. Happiness...satisfaction...contentment...Trupti!"

I digested what she said. And then suddenly, a bunch of huge realizations dawned upon me.

"Wait...so I am the one who stripped in front of those homeless guys and sucked their dicks? I made those guys in Central Park fight? And that taxi driver..."

"Depends on what the meaning of "I" is I guess. In a true sense, it was me. But in a physical sense, the way others will remember, yes, it was you." she came close to me and rubbed my nipples. Or I guess I rubbed my own nipples.

And then she whispered. "All those years, your parents suppressed your sexuality and your agency...it kept building up. I was always part of you, the part you tried to hide. Trying to break through, but unable to. And then that evening in Baltimore, maybe because you were also freaked out about the bus ride, the volcano erupted."

"And you became real."

"I became real. To you. I guess the real question is...are you real and I am just a manifestation of your inner instincts? Or...and this will blow your mind...am I the real one...the one who has always been real...and you are just the manifestation of the instincts I need to kill?"

My head hurt.

"Is that why I feel so tired and sleepy all the time? Because I don't actually sleep? I turn into you?"

"I guess so." she said and then smiled. "How would I know? You think I have a separate existence? I am trying to figure all this out just as much as you are."

"Am I even actually tied up? How can I tie myself up this tight? I don't remember even having ropes. Am I just in my apartment arguing with myself?"

"Wow!" Trupti said. "I never thought of it that way. I guess you're right. Try getting up then."

I tried to get up. But I couldn't. The ropes felt very real. I knew they weren't real. But still, I couldn't get up. She laughed.

"Why am I tied up?"

"Listen genius, didn't you just figure out that you can't be tied up?"

"Okay...I am not really tied up. I can't get up because...the part of me that is you doesn't want the part of me that is me to move. Why not?"

"Because you are fucking up the Vernon plan."

"What?"

"Vernon will be coming over any second. I have the cameras all set up. We are...or rather you are going to have sex with him, film it, and send it to Jan. Don't worry. Our face won't be in the videos. We aren't stupid. All Jan will see is her husband banging some random chick."

"I don't want that, Trupti. I know Jan is a bitch. But I don't want to do this. This seems too much." I sincerely explain.

"And that is why you are tied up." she says and smiles.

I sigh and try to fight off the restraints. But they get tighter. I know they are imaginary. But I still can't release myself from them.

"Why do you care so much about punishing Jan?" I ask.

"Because sweetie, you care about punishing Jan. Stop being so dense."

She was right. This was an internal struggle between my need to punish Jan and also not punish Jan.

BINGBINGBING!

The doorbell rang. Trupti looked at me and smiled. And then she walked towards the door. Suddenly, she was clothed. In a robe. She...or rather opened the door. I was still tied up in the chair. But I could also see whatever was happening out there. It was like I was in two places at the same time.