His Dark Side is Revealed
She was not quite sure what was going to happen. Chase had just told her to wear comfortable clothes and flip-flops. She did not need to wear anything fancy or new. As long as it was not ratty or had holes, she was fine. She was a little upset with his tone. She did not like the way he had talked to her. He was not disrespectful or rude. It was however, a little demanding. His sentences were short and to the point. Not his usual joking, jovial tone he had heard from day one and grown to love and look forward to each time they talked.
She slide on a pair of leggings and an over-size t-shirt from a place she had visited when she went to Oak Island with friends. It was her favorite color. It was more of a security blanket than a shirt. She put her hair up in a clip. It was still a little wet from her shower. She slide on a pair of flip-flops that were beside the door. The whole thing still seemed odd to her as she locked the door and walked to her SUV. She looked at her phone to get the address he had sent her again. It was not one she was familiar. That also made her nervous. She took a deep breath and let it our slowly as she put the SUV in drive and pulled out. The GPS said it would take her 20 minutes to get there.
She pressed mode on her radio to play the CD he had given her the week before. He had suggested she start listening to it. The music was not what she normally listened to or liked. Some of it was dark, edgy. It was beginning to grow on her. It also was a comfort to her as she drove toward this unknown address. She hummed to one of the songs as she drove hoping that would take the uneasiness away from her mind and body. It did not.
Her mind continued to wander back to how he acted as she drove. She wondered if she had done something wrong. Her conversations with him had always been fun, light-hearted. He had always made he feel relaxed, appreciated. Not his time. She wondered if something was wrong. Had she done something wrong? She made the turns as the GPS told her. Even the GPS voice seemed cold, demanding towards her today. It was nothing she told herself.
"I am worrying about nothing." She said it firmly and aloud. It gave her some comfort.
"Your destination is a quarter mile ahead on the right." Said the GPS guy. His name was Luke. That was not his real name. She gave him when she got her SUV. He was her favorite player on her favor pro team. He did not sound as cold has he had earlier in the day.
She really had not paid attention to where she was going. It was a simple small house, out in country. It was just a few miles outside the city. Trees shielded it from the road. The walk was lined with Monkey Grass; bushes lined the front of the house. It looked like something her grandparents would have lived it or maybe her parents. The grass looked freshly mowed. The smell of fresh cut grass seeped through the vents of her AC. She saw his SUV parked behind the house. The driveway curved around the back to a barn. She parked in front of the walk.
She took another deep breath as she opened her door. Her mind was racing again as she stepped out onto the walk. Her heart was pounding as she walked up on the porch in the front. She thought back to his tone, his message. He told her to come straight in when she got there. She heard music playing faintly inside. It was one of the instrumental cds that he liked to listen to when he was doing something. That made her feel a little better. He certainly would not kill me with his favorite song playing she thought. He does not seem like the killing type; neither was Ted Bundy her conscience shouted in her head. She took a deep breath and opened the door. Her heart pounded harder and harder with each step she took inside the house. She closed the door behind her. The room as lit only by candle light. There were some on the floor, some on the counter and tables. It took a minute for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She stood waiting. She noticed that the curtains had been drawn to make it dark inside.
It was cool also, not cold has she first had thought. Music seemed to be playing throughout the house. It was eerie and romantic all at the same time. She wanted to call out to him to make sure he was there and OK. As her lips started to form his name, he stepped into the faint, flickering light. She noticed he was standing in the middle of the room.
He was dressed in a suit. She had never seen him in a suit. Not even in pictures in house. If he was dressed up, he wore some type of sports coat or blazer, no suits, never, ever. He walked toward her. She saw that he was dressed completely in black, suit, shirt, and tie. His hair was slicked back. Part of her was scared; another part was seriously aroused at the sight of him in the dancing candle light.
"Come to me." he called to her.
His voice was firm, monotone, and not loud. He waited a few seconds for her to respond. She could not move. It was as if she was frozen, fear was consuming her thoughts and body. She did not like this; she was growing more scared and afraid.
"Come to me!" He said it again. His voice was firmer, louder, this time. He held out his hand. She stepped forward. Fear coursed through her veins, throughout her body. She wanted to run. I need to run she thought something has happened to him and I DO NOT like. Her mind was screaming at her body to run. All she could do was walk toward him. Excitement was slowly pushing the fear out of her body.
Trembling she reached out to him. Her heart was telling her that he will not hurt you he will not harm you. You are safe with him. Her fingers were shaking as she touched his hand. It felt cold and lifeless. The fear that was leaving her body rushed back into her. Her breathing intensified. Her heart pounded, she could feel it all over her body. She could not pull herself away from him. Something kept pulling her to him. She was getting more and more frightened. Part of her want to cry, scream out. The words did not form. What is happening? Her mind fought with her body and heart. He firmly, gently pulled her towards him.
He led her down the dimly lit hallway. The only light came from the front room. He walked in front of her, not saying a word. He kept her at an arm's length. He did not look back at her. He did not speak to her. He opened the door at the end of the hall. Fear and excitement ran through her mind and body.
Dim runner lights outlined the room. They casted an eerie glow throughout the room. As her eyes adjusted to the faint light, she saw a large four-poster bed at one end of room. At the other end, she saw large wooden frame with straps hanging from the top.
She glanced around the room with her eyes, she was afraid to move her head. She did not want to upset him. She did not see any windows. She saw that the floor was tile. It went halfway up the wall. What she though was carpet ran from the tile to the ceiling. Then it went across the ceiling. Her nose picked up the slight scent of lavender. She noticed the outline of things on the walls. She was not sure if they were tools or weapons at first. As her eyes adjusted to the room, she realized that some of them were whips, masks, sticks, and what appeared to be a ruler. Fear was still fighting to take control of her body. Arousal and excitement was fighting for it as well.
He stopped in the middle of the room. He turned and faced her. He looked straight ahead, almost robotic. He asked her to hold her hands above her head. She was reluctant; slowly she complied with his directions.
"The safe word is orange. You say the word if you are uncomfortable with what is happening. You say the word if you have had enough." He told her. She wanted to say it now. She wanted to scream it. Her emotions were all over the place at the moment. She was aroused, excited and scared. He slowly undressed her. He took his time so that he did not hurt her. Her body was tense, she tried to relax, and she just could not let herself do it.
After he finished undressing her, he walked her over to the rack. He tied her hands above her head, one to each corner of the rack. He secured them making sure that the straps were not too tight. Her arms had some bend to them.
"Do you know the safe word?" He asked. He was still monotone and emotionless. Her emotions were still jumping from fear to arousal to excitement. Her body trembled at the thought of what was going to happen.
"Yes, it is orange." She replied.
"Do you know when to use it?" He asked.
"Yes, I know when to use it."
His stare was straight ahead. It was as if he was staring through her. He bent down and gently pulled her feet apart slightly. Then he secured them to some hooks in the floor. He checked to make sure they were secure, not tight. He walked in front of her. Her eyes had adjusted to the dimly lit room. She could see what was on the walls. She saw whips, masks, straps, handcuffs. All were neatly arranged and displayed on the walls. The fear was still there, arousal and excitement were fighting to take control of her body on the inside. He was controlling her outside. He walked around her checking each strap, making sure they were all secure. He caressed her body as he did. Goosebumps formed on her body everywhere he touched. She was becoming aroused. He squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples. They were now erect and hard, pointing and straining to get further out.
He walked over to the wall and pulled of a strap. Then he grabbed a feather boa. She had not noticed it when she was looking around the room. She did notice that everything was black. He wrapped the feather boa around her body. It felt warm, inviting, almost soothing to her naked body.
"Some things are for pleasure." He said as pulled the boa. It tickled her, she tried not to laugh, she was not sure if she was allowed to or not. He was focused and she was want sure, how he would react if he did. She did not want to upset him. He wrapped the leather strap around her body, the opposite way of the boa. It felt cold and rough. It smelled like saddle.
"Somethings are for pain." He gave the leather strap a quick yank. It hurt her as it snaked its way from her body. It felt rough and raw. It pulled and scratched at her skin. It caused her some pain. She gave out a low groan.
"What you get, pleasure or pain, depends on what you do. If you obey, you will receive pleasure. If you disobey, you will receive pain. The choice is yours. Do you understand?" He said and waited for her response.
"Yes." She replied.
He smacked her with the leather strap across her bare ass. Not very hard, just hard enough to get her attention. It was a little sting. She liked it, which surprised her.
"The proper response is, Yes Daddy or No Daddy. Another acceptable response is Yes Sir or No Sir. Do you understand?" He voice to still cold.
"Yes Daddy" she replied. He wrapped the feather boa around her body and let it tickle her as he pulled it away. She wanted to laugh, she feared the punishment if she was not allowed. He sensed it.
"You may laugh if you want." He said.
"Yes Daddy." She replied and giggled a little.
"Very good My Little Red Headed Girl." He responded. She smiled as she heard him say it.
"I like my name Daddy." She purred.
Good was his reply. He was still very business-like, monotone, and expressionless. His touch had gotten warmer; he seemed to be a little more relaxed, less robotic. She was still a little skittish with all that was happening. He squeezed her nipples again. This time a little harder.
"Some people find pain arousing. You have experienced some pain during our relationship. Now we are going to find your limits." He was slowing walking around her as he was talking. Like a lion, stalking its prey getting ready to pounce.
