Jamie walked up to the door slowly, feeling her heels sink into the freshly watered lawn in front of the porch. She clarified the numbers "1520" in tarnished faux gold above the door. This was the place. She stepped onto the porch, and stood there a moment, hesitantly. She reached her freshly polished nail to ring the doorbell before noticing it had been taped over, but she didn't find it odd. Instead she balled up her fist gently and gave the oak door a quick, but forceful knock, then waited. The door knob turned slowly before the door opened, just enough for her to push her way inside. Peering in slightly, she was able to see that there were no lights on anywhere in the oversized house. She waited for about thirty seconds nervously.
"I don't really know," she thought to herself, "I just got this number from Shannon... she said he was a lot of fun... met him at a club... I didn't even ask which club, I mean..." her thought process was cut short before she heard a low demanding voice calling out to her.
"Come in, close the door behind you," said the man from inside the house. She was unable to see where he was, but cautiously took a step inside and closed the door behind her. She stood there quietly a moment, unsure of what to do before feeling a hand on her shoulder gently pulling down the spaghetti strings clinging to her in a desperate attempt to hold her dress up over her large breasts, and otherwise naked form. He had told her over the phone to leave her bra and panties behind as she wouldn't be needing them for their... "date."
She felt him gently removing the soft silk sheath from her body until it puddled at the floor over her heels.
"Don't move." He whispered in her ear, so she remained completely still, although she could feel chills beginning to run the length of her spine and an uneasiness in her tummy... she was so nervous and not being able to see anything left her feeling vulnerable and alone.
He pulled her hands behind her forcefully enough that she dared not to struggle against him as he did so... she felt him applying the bondage tape around her wrists tightly enough that there was a certain discomfort, but not so tightly that the circulation was cut off to her hands. She could feel her heart beat quicken as each breath became deeper and more pronounced.
He ran his hands gently up her arms, until they reached her shoulders where he tightened his grasp, pulling her back towards him. He leaned against her and said very sweetly in her ear, "Jamie, right?" she nodded gently, her eyes slightly adjusting to the darkness at this point. "Not tonight you're not...and not tomorrow night either. You're spending the weekend here with me and you will answer to whatever I wish to call you... do you understand whore?"
Jamie swallowed hard before sputtering out quietly, "yes, I understand...sir."
"Good girl," he said, "You got the idea very quickly. I like that."
He leaned down picking up her dress and tossing it aside. He walked behind her guiding her slowly, telling her to go up the stairs. Once they reached the top of a very long narrow staircase he stood her to the side of a door... she could see the distinct flickering of candlelight coming from beneath it. He opened the door slowly, and pushed her inside. The first thing she noticed was an actual candelabra hanging from the ceiling, over a round black rug that was clearly covered in the wax drippings from the ceiling above. The second thing she noticed was that the entire room was encased in chain link fence. The raw sight of it frightened Jamie slightly, while exciting her at the same time. She could feel the, oh so familiar wetness growing between her legs slightly.
He pushed her to the wall and forced her to her knees, quickly using handcuffs to wrap around her already taped wrists to bind her to the chain link on the wall. He then walked with a slight strut about him to an armoire in the far corner of the room. As he opened the doors slowly, Jamie struggled to get a glimpse of what was inside. The familiar glint of medical supplies caught her eye immediately, followed by a few things she recognized, and a few things she did not. She watched as he carefully began to choose something from inside the doors, picking up a couple things and placing them back down. Finally he picked up a black riding crop, testing it against his hand with a loud "smack!" Jamie jumped at the sound, knowing it was a little too late to be having second thoughts.
He turned to Jamie and she took a moment to take in the sight of his well rounded body. Not too buff, not too chunky, but definitely looked like he could deliver one hell of a spanking, and as she looked in his eyes she had no doubt that this was exactly along the lines of his intention. She had never felt so small in her life. He strolled over to her, giving a hard whip to her right breast with the riding crop. Jamie gasped.
"Ok bitch, we're going to discuss the rules now," he said looking down to her with a vicious stare, "you will repeat after me to ensure you understand, right?"
