"To the one who inspired this: je regrette...et tu me manques...xoxo"
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I stand in a completely darkened room, arms at my side, hands clasped behind my back. I'm wearing a button down oxford, three sizes too big and given to me by you; and nothing else. By your instructions I am silent; I have only one button on the shirt buttoned; and I am not to resist under any circumstances.
The silence of the room unnerves me. The blackness of the room disorients me.
Finally I hear it -- a soft, scraping noise that tells me that I am not alone in the room. It's absurd, because I know that whoever it turns out to be will be someone that you have chosen, someone that you have allowed access to my body. But I am still nervous. I am more than nervous. I am scared.
The noise comes closer, and I feel the soft rush of air beside me. I can feel the presence of someone, but I can't tell where, or who, or how close.
A gloved hand grabs the back of my neck and pulls me closer. All I hear is an unfamiliar voice.
"Remember your rules."
I nod my assent.
The gloved hand moves from the back of my neck to wrap around the front of my neck. My breath catches.
"Well...let's see what we have here..."
Another hand moves to trace my cheek, pushing the tip of one finger in my mouth. The hand on my neck remains firm. The hand moves from my mouth to my breast, finding my nipple easily, pinching it, twisting it, letting go. I make no noise.
The hand moves lower, feeling the flat of my stomach and moving downward. It brushes my clit, pushes open my lips, and invades me. The other hand moves from my neck downward to my waist, pulling me closer. He presses his body against mine -- he is clothed in a leather jacket with a zipper, which I can feel cold against my skin, and jeans. He seems tall, but I can't tell. I can tell he has a broad chest and powerful arms.
He turns me around so my back is against his stomach, and guides me to the bed. He bends me over halfway and pushes the tail of the shirt high up my back so my ass is uncovered; he touches my unclothed lower half almost tenderly. I tense. I know what comes next. I wait for the strike.
But it doesn't come. I feel fingers push inside me again and hear a low growl of appreciation. So far everything has been easy, and I start to relax.
Until I feel him reach back. I thought he was unzipping his pants to fuck me, but he leans over me and puts his mouth close to my ear.
"Someone said I get to fuck you, any way I want. He said I could do anything to you, and you'd do it, because you obey him."
"So I told him it had always been my fantasy to fuck a girl in a totally darkened room, where she doesn't know what comes next. And he said that would be fine, because you'd been a bit...noncompliant...lately."
He whispered the next part, sinister, sadistic.
"I asked him if anything was off limits, and he said no. Anything goes. How do you like that? Your man fucking handed you over to me and told me I could do anything to you. Anything."
I was shaking because of his words and because I felt something cold and metal being dragged along my side.
"Don't...fucking...move..."