Author's note:
My many thanks to D-Lo (DCL) for her inspiration to me for this story.
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The envelope arrives in the post. Delivered during the week, but you did not notice it. You did not notice the envelope when you collected the mail after returning from work each day. You placed each day's mail in the basket to be delt with on week's end.
Now you are sorting the week's mail. All the known junk mail goes in the trash bin, unopened. All the expected bills placed in a pile on the desk next to the checkbook. The rest are to be weeded out, one at a time.
You find the envelope. The envelope is different than the rest. The envelope is made of finer paper stock than the usual envelopes. Your address is specially printed on the envelope. Not the computer printed type normal print of today, but the engraved printed type print. As if the envelope was printed on a printing press. The ink is black printing on an off white paper stock. Your address is printed twice on the envelope. One printing is on the front of the envelope. A second printing is on the flap on the rear side. The front side printing is much larger than the printing on the rear flap.
You open the envelope and you see a card inside. Printed as the envelope, the card contains the following message in the center of the card, just 2 lines: "Hotel Inn, Florence, KY. June 12. 5PM. Pick up an envelope with your name at the front desk." You stop, dead cold. You have millions of questions and not one answer. Who? Why? What? Serious? Joke? Crazy! "Why 6 months from now?" you wonder. You think hard. You think harder. Frustrated with the lack of answers you throw the card and envelop down on the end table in the living room.
You tend to the bills, making all the necessary payments. You tend to the other items that require your attention. Later on, you check the nearest airport and find out that the three airlines at the airport only fly to Atlanta, Charlotte, Chicago, Detroit, or Philadelphia. There are no direct flights to Cincinnati. You decide that if you go, you will drive to the hotel, a distance of about 380 miles and 6 and a half hours travel according to the online map services.
You take your evening shower. Your close friend, Mr. Shower Massage, does not help tonight. He cannot get you to cum tonight. You are frustrated as you go to bed. You sleep, but not restfully, waking a few times that you recall. For the rest of the weekend you are off center. You do the usual things that you do for the weekend. Laundry, cleaning, shopping, exercises, and so on. All the normal tasks and jobs are completed, but you cannot shake the feeling. This feeling of unknown. You feel like you have been summoned. Yet you have no idea why.
You go to work the next week and yet you have that nagging feeling each day. Each time you think about the card, you notice that your nipples get hard and your sex gets wet. You have no idea why. It does not matter where or when, each time you think about the card, you get the same reaction, but you do not know why.
The card is still on the end table near the love seat. You put it there last weekend in your frustration. You have not looked at the card again since as its image is fresh in your mind. You can see the card at work, especially as you sit at your desk doing the daily, weekly, and monthly reports for the national retail chain headquarters. You can see it at home without going over to the end table. You see it as you walk in the park to get your exercise. You still do not have any idea why or who sent that card.
You look at the envelope and card many times over the next 4 months. Yet you never pick it up or turn it over. Then one Sunday, as you are cleaning, you knock the card and envelope to the floor as you were waxing the end table top. Both the card and envelope fall face down on the floor. You do not notice it at first but as you bend over to pick them up you notice a printed line, a very small printed line, on the rear of the card. You need a magnifier lens to read the print. The line reads, "The presentence of your toy bag is requested. Bring your toys with you."
You stop dead again. Toy bag? What toy bag? You put the card and the envelope back on the end table and sit down at your worktable. The cleaning has stopped whilst you attempt to figure out this new puzzle. What is this toy bag? You have no toys you tell yourself, well except for Mr. Shower Massage. He is not a toy, he is a trusted friend. You continue to think and ponder the situation. You remember the blindfold you purchased online and the earplugs that came with the blindfold. You remember the four clothespins you borrowed from a neighbor. Are these the toys? And then, you remember him.
You answered a Craig's list posting you saw looking for a submissive woman in the area. Not in your town, but in a town about a half hour away from your home. You took a very long time to reply to the posting, as you did not trust yourself to follow through. Nevertheless, reply you did. He was nice and formal. The conversations in e-mails and then on the phone were nice. However, you were still very cautious and afraid. You did not wish to expose yourself to a total stranger. You relaxed a bit when you learned that he lived in another part of the country, over 1000 miles away.
Yet his voice drove you wild. It was calm and soothing. It was confident. He knew what he wanted and he knew how to get it. After a few weeks of discussions, you were hearing his voice in your head and that scared you. He would tell you what you were thinking before you could say anything and that scared you. When you called him, your nipples hardened and your cunt dripped. His text messages were exciting you. He even got you to orgasm more than once in your office with other employees outside your office via text messages, and that really scared you.
You remember the orgasms he led you to experience when he was in Florida and you called him at his hotel. Orgasms like never before. And without any physical contact. He has a talent to use pain to enhance the feeling s and effect of the orgasms. Clothespins on the nipples, on the clit, on the cunt lips were all used. And used effectively to bring you orgasms. Multiple orgasms one, behind the other. And then there was the waves of orgasms as you described it to him. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss, as if you were floating away and did not want to come back you told him.
Then he detected your lack of trust in yourself. He released you from serving him over long distances so that you could sort yourself out. You remained friend and talked about the problems some. You then asked to be taken again and you pledged to try harder and to begin trusting yourself. Instead of accepting you he said he would think about it over the next 9 months. He said that he would train you, test you, lead you, and evaluate you to see if you have trusted yourself. Because if you trusted yourself, then you could trust him. This made you mad, you withdrew your request to be taken, and indicated that you just wanted to be friends. He said no, that he wanted all or nothing. Then you heard no more from him. Nor did you try to contact him.
Was this him? Did he actually send the card to you? Would you actually get to meet him for the first time in Kentucky? On the other hand, what if this was actually a hoax? "Should you contact him?" you asked yourself. You are not even friends now and not really in a D/s relationship like those first few months were. So many questions, so few answers.
You sent him a text message asking if he sent you the card. Hours later, you receive a short text message reply that reads "Huh?" "Is this a true reply or is he playing with me" you wonder? It is now 4 weeks to go before the date arrives and you are still concerned. Can you do the 8 hours (with stops you remind yourself) driving there? Is the car ready to go that distance? "Do I really want to go?" you ask yourself. "What happens if this is a ruse?" you ask yourself.
You have the car checked out just in case you decide to go. Your mechanic says the car is in very good shape and he would trust it to go to California and back. You do the research on the online map services to plot your course. You line up pit stops and rest stops to eat along the way. You get the address of the hotel as well. You calculate out the cost of food and fuel to get there and back. This drive would not be cheap for sure, but not overly expensive when compared to flying there and renting a car.
The more you consider the more excited you are and then more scared you become, just like before with him. You wanted some adventure in your life, you wanted to travel and see places. Like England, what a wonderful trip that was for you. You want to go back there again. It is just that you never in your life expected to travel to Florence, KY as part of an adventure in your life. However, you have to admit to yourself that it is a nice section of country to drive through, especially since it is not mid-January when you will be making this drive. Wooded areas, farmland, mountains, and the like could make this a very nice ride. Take a few CDs; listen to the local radio stations as well. Get to see a part of the country that you have never seen. You want this and yet you are scared to death about this whole idea.
With just two days to go you, call the hotel. You want to check on the reservation. You expect to be told that you do not have a reservation. Yet the person who answered your call tells you that your reservation is confirmed. The person then states that the hotel appreciates you paying the reservation in full, in advance of your arrival. You stutter with your reply, shocked to hear that the room is paid in full already. You thank them and hang up. This means that if you do not go someone is out a lot of money for nothing. You are concerned about your safety. The room is in your name. Was this meant to assure you, or scare you? "How would you have reacted had they told you that you had no reservation?" you ask yourself. "Are you going to go?" you ask yourself. More questions without answers.
On the day before the appointment, you figure that you will need to depart no later than 8:30 in the morning if you are going to go. "So this is it." you decide. "I am going to go." you tell yourself. You do some last minute shopping for some items you know he would like. You even pick up a canvas art bag to be used as your "toy bag". Yes, you believe, no you know, it is he who has done this and made this possible. The bloke you were friends with, who's voice you have heard and still hear in your head from time to time. The bloke who knows what he wants and will not accept less. The same bloke who can bring massive orgasms to your body with just his voice and your imagination. You decide to make the drive and whether you go into the hotel will depend on how you feel when you get to the area.
You leave on time and the drive is very nice. No problems with traffic. No problems with construction. Your stop for lunch goes well. No problems with weather. Hot yes, but the air-conditioning works well. Bright and sunny, but not in your eyes the whole trip. As you pull into the hotel parking lot, you feel tightness in your stomach. You notice your nipples getting hard. One part of your inner self wants in, and another part wants to go home now, immediately. Like put the pedal to the metal and let us get out of here right now!