This is a depiction of my unique experience. It contains some graphic accounts of strangers learning about themselves and a little of each other.
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My phone rang one fall evening here in Seattle and I answered. The call was from a lab partner to discuss some missed material from class that morning. Two minutes into the call, my cordless phone picked up an entirely different conversation. I said ‘hello’ but no one seemed to hear my voice. They continued talking clearly as if they were in the next unit. My lab partner was long gone and as I went to hang up and call him back, I heard the word ‘punishment’ from the gentleman. I brought the phone back to my ear and listened to the discourse.
Girl: “What will happen to me?”
Man: “You’re going to be stripped naked and whipped.”
There was a long pause.
Man: “Would you like that, Kelly?”
Girl: “I… I would, sir.
Man: “I want you to drop what you’re doing…”
The phone went into static and then a dial tone.
I nearly panicked. I stood there looking at the phone wondering how I could tap into the call again but there was no way.
The call must have been nearby so I ran to the window of my apartment. It was almost dark with only one or two people in view. I shut the lights off and looked at the buildings up and down the street. Just as I realized the odds against actually seeing this person, a young woman walked out of her building and toward the bus stop. It was a girl I recognized from the bus ride to the university. She was a very cute but quiet and never seemed to notice me in spite of the many times we’d waited at the stop.
I had to follow and see where she was going. I ran to the alley to get my Honda but she was no where to be seen when I pulled out on to the street. I drove in the direction of the university and did not see a bus. There were many stops on that route and I would have caught up with it if that were indeed her bus. She must have gone toward the city.
I parked my car at an available spot at the curb and walked up to her building. It was an old place with eight units and I noticed the lobby door was propped open with a rolled up newspaper. This seemed like an open invitation to go in and take a look. I scanned the mail boxes and saw only one with the initial ‘K’ preceding the last name. Unit three must be hers.
The girl had left in a hurry and the door to her apartment was locked but not completely engaged and with a slight push, I was in.
The apartment looked like any other. She was tidy and there were several books and a notepad with pens. I picked up the phone and hit the re-dial button. After four rings, a recorder picked up and a man’s voice very similar to the one I’d heard earlier instructed me to leave my name and number. I hung up.
While I snooped around a little more, I saw a local independent newspaper and began to thumb through it. By the time I came across the personal ads, the phone rang. I let it ring and the call went into voice mail. At that moment I saw that an ad had been circled and cut from the section that deals with alternative lifestyles. Perhaps I was on to something. I called *69 and retrieved the number of the last incoming call. I wrote it down and left the apartment just as I found it.
My next line of business was to get to a nearby coffee shop and pick up the same edition of that newspaper.
Fortunately, there were a couple copies left and I quickly turned to the back to find the ad I was looking for. My heart pounded as I read the ad over and over.
“Master seeks slave for punishment and sex”
The phone number was the same, but of course there was no address. Unless I could find a reverse directory, I would have to wait to follow her again (if there was to be a second session).
I returned to my apartment and called my lab partner. I kept an eye across the street the entire time but saw no one enter that building. I shut the lights off and waited. It was like a scene from ‘Rear Window’ as I waited for her to return. By 11:00 that night Kelly returned to her apartment building. I watched her go in and disappear into the darkness. Her unit was in the back corner and I would have to run down to her window to see anything - which is what I did.
I watched her walk from the bathroom into the bedroom and back again. I stood against a tree and out of the light so could see her in either window. She shut the bathroom light off and went into her dimly lit room and turned the blinds. I scrambled to the window and could see a sliver of her room as she proceeded to undress. She turned away from the mirror to examine her back side.
That is the moment I realized it was for real.
She had lash marks up and down her beautiful curves. I stood staring and growing harder by the minute. She didn’t seem to lament over the whip marks but savored them and caressed the welts. She reached up and shut the lights off as I scurried back to my apartment.
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The next morning I was alone at the bus stop. Kelly probably had a later class that day but I hurried home and kept a watch on her place. I tried to study but became preoccupied with my neighbor’s little secret. I was agonizing over it, in fact. I did not see her for two days.
I decided to give the Master a call.
There was a brief pause after he picked up his phone.
“Yes?” he asked.
“Master?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said in the same tone.
I hung up. It occurred to me I had not blocked my number but he did not call back fortunately.
As the sun was setting, I saw her leave her building. This time my car was ready and I managed to follow her. Her bus route led her closer into town and I saw her walking away from it. I let her walk a block before almost catching up to her and then parking. Soon, she walked up to a small brick tudor.
I parked my car at the curb away from the house and sat. A man let Kelly in and glanced directly toward me before closing the door.
Well, I was right where I wanted to be but didn’t know what to do now. I didn’t have the nerve to go peak in the window so I sat.
I was watching the house intently and didn’t realize someone had approached my driver’s door from behind. The man rapped my window with a ringed finger.
I rolled my window down an inch or two to see what he wanted.
“Wont you join us?” he asked.
It was the same man with a recognizable voice.
“Join?” was all that I could utter.
“Come with me,” he said as he opened my door.
I got out and he shut my door behind me. I felt very unsure as we made our way up his walk.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Carl,” I replied.
“You shouldn’t hang up on people, Carl. I’m going to punish you for that.”
My face grew hot and I remained silent.
I want you to keep quiet once we’re inside. Do you understand?” he said.
I nodded.
We walked into his house and he took my coat for me.
“Please remove your shirt, “ he said as he patted me down.
His hand rubbed my inner thighs then gripped the knot in front. I gasped slightly but remained stoic.
Once my shirt was removed he grabbed my wrist and swiftly locked a set of handcuffs around it. I pulled my free hand away until he held out his hand waiting for the other. I obliged and soon was bound by the arms. He gave me a tug and guided me downstairs. His basement was unfinished and less like a dungeon than I envisioned. The man led me into another room where Kelly was standing and handcuffed to the ceiling by a rope. She had been stripped to her panties and a latex hood covered her head.
Master pointed to a chair that was surrounded by hair trimmings. There were long and short strands of dark hair that had obviously been shorn from Kelly’s head.
The master removed his coat and pulled a whip from his selection. He was shirtless and wore tight latex pants with a removable codpiece.
I was scared for myself but mostly for Kelly. The Master looked serious as he arranged his grip on the whip’s handle.
“Are you ready for the whip, slave?” he asked politely.
