The girl stands on her front porch, peering out across the sidewalk to the street. She doesn't see the car she is looking for. The light is fading fast, and a chilly wind rattles the leaves in the trees as storm clouds gather in the distance. She checks the time on her phone. The car should be here by now, and her anxiety mounts. She's already nervous enough as she thinks about what brought her to this moment.
Several weeks ago, in an impulsive effort to explore her sexuality as well as her fantasies, she reached out to a fetish website which facilitates sexual encounters. She connected to a husband and wife who seemed skilled in introducing girls to the world of bondage. The girl made arrangements to meet the woman in a coffee shop, ostensibly just to talk, but she trusted the woman immediately and ended up taking her back to her house. The girl shivers thinking about how the woman had tied her to her bed...god, it had been so scary! But something had broken open in her, and the thrill drew her in. She needed more. She remembers the last words the woman said to her: "Next time I will come back with my husband."
So now, on the porch, she waits. A crackle of thunder sounds in the distance, and the wind picks up. She glances at her phone again, and when she looks up a car glides silently to the curb. She shivers again, takes a deep breath, then walks down the porch steps and gets into the rear seat. She meets the eyes of the man driving the car in the rear view mirror, then the woman turns back to her from the passenger seat.
"We meet again." The woman smiles warmly at her, but there is something else in her eyes.
"Yes," the girl responds softly. She doesn't know what else to say.
"Take off your coat."
The girl unbuttons her knee-length coat and slips out of it awkwardly as the car starts to move. She is wearing a cream-colored strapless tube top and a short denim skirt. The woman's eyes move up and down her body from the front seat, remembering.
"Put this on."
The woman hands the girl a black blindfold. Her eyes widen for a moment, and then there is a flash of lightning in the distance. She takes it and slips it over her head until her world goes dark.
"Hold out your hands."
When she does, she feels the padded cuffs fasten around her wrists. Her heart rate quickens.
"You belong to us now." The woman's voice is hard.
They ride in silence for a while, the girl blindfolded and bound in the back seat. She is not sure where they are taking her, only that they will bring her home when it is over. The car rounds a final corner and comes to a stop. The woman turns back to the girl.
"I assume your safe word is the same as before."
The girl lets out a short laugh. "Yes," she says, "it's still appropriate."
The woman smiles, then she and her husband get out of the car. The man goes around to the rear door and helps the girl out of the car. The woman walks to the front door of the house and unlocks it. The girl hears the rumble of thunder in the distance, and she feels a soft rain on her bare skin. She is guided into the house, the man's hand at the small of her back. They walk down a short hallway, then the woman opens a door at the end and they all enter the space. The girl, of course, has no idea where she is. The man leads her to the center of the room.
"Stand here and put your arms up." His voice is low and demanding.
The girl raises her cuffed wrists, and the man fastens them to a hook hanging from the ceiling overhead. The girl tries to control her breathing, but she is afraid and she can't keep her body from shaking. She has set limits on what they can do to her, and she trusts the woman. She just hopes the man is aware of the agreement as well. She continues to tremble as she listens to them move around the room.
"I'm scared," she whispers.
She senses someone near her head.
"That's the whole point," the woman says softly. She reaches up to adjust the girl's blindfold.
"It's so much more exciting when you can't see what we will do to you."
A shiver passes through the girl's body, then she takes deep, steady breaths. She feels hands touching her, and she can't tell whether it is the man or the woman. Maybe both. Then she feels her skirt being unzipped, and it falls to the floor around her heels. She steps out without being asked and takes another deep breath. She is wearing only the heels, her sleeveless top and a black thong. Then the hands are back on her, stroking her bare arms and legs, a finger idly grazing the thong. The girl is suddenly aware of the wetness between her legs.
"I'm so wet," she says softly.
"Yes," the woman responds brightly. "That's also the point."