Heading home from work, I'm thankful it's a Thursday...thinking only one more day to this stressful week. Work has been torturous as I feel like I have been herding cats trying to get them to agree to a process.
As I get close to my apartment, a car door opens and a man gets out. He smiles as he heads in the same direction as I. He says, "I've seen you around before, you live on the floor above me."
I look at him again, and realize that I recognize him. "Yes, I have seen you before."
We walk a few steps in silence and I share, "I'm happy it's Thursday! I can relax a little."
He looks up at me from under hooded eyes and says, "Yes, I could use a little relaxation."
We continue to walk.
He looks over and asks, "Would you like a glass of wine? I have a Malbec that I was thinking about opening."
"I love Malbecs! Sure, I'd love a glass."
As we get to the entrance to the pool area, he turns to the left and goes to a door just a few apartments in. He pulls out his keys and unlocks the door. As he opens the door, he gestures me to enter in front of him. I move into his apartment, looking around. I see that he is neat, as I take in a small couch, easy chair, large TV screen hung on the wall, and a massive sound system. I set my purse on his coffee table and continue to roam the room.
He glances over at me and says, "I'll go open the wine. Would you like to find some music?"
He picks up a remote and turns on the stereo to a popular radio station. I look at him and say, "This station is fine."
He leaves the room. I continue to look around waiting for him to return.
He comes back with two glasses of red wine and hands me one. I take a sip and exclaim, "This is lovely! What brand is it?"
"Oh, it's just one I picked up the last time I was at the grocery store."
We sit on the couch, me slightly sideways facing him. We talk. We seem to talk for hours, and find that we have a lot in common and enjoy some of the same things.
He looks at me over our second glass of wine and says, "So, about that relaxation...I have some thoughts on that."
I look at him with interest and ask, "Oh, yeah? What were you thinking?"
He looks at me and says, "Come closer."
I lean toward him, and that motion has him springing into action. He takes my glass and places it with his on the coffee table. He then reaches out and grabs the bundle of hair at the nape of my neck and draws me close to him so he can speak in my ear, "Kneel."
I gasp at the contact and process his command as he waits patiently for my response. Initially, I am worried, but remember that he lives in my same apartment. I know that while the walls are not paper thin, I could scream and someone would hear. The thought of this man, this practical stranger, commanding me to kneel makes me shiver.
With his hand still grasping my hair tightly, I kneel at his feet. He smiles and says, "Good girl." He strokes the side of my face and smooths my hair around my face, pulling loose strands back to add to those already in his grip.
"I've really enjoyed talking with you. I would like to give us both the stress relief we need. We're can have some fun; but, you have a choice. You can agree and stay with me for a while and do as I command, or you can leave now and we won't speak of this again."
I smile and say, "Let's have some fun."
He smiles back and says, "For tonight, you will call me Sir."
"Yes, Sir."
"Take off your clothes and kneel in the center of the room. Place your hands together at the base of your neck with your elbows out, eyes cast downward and wait for my next command."
You sit back on the couch and pick up your glass of wine. I stand and start to disrobe. As I take off my clothes, I place them in a neat pile on the coffee table, taking care to not spill my wine. When I finish, I lean down and pick up my wine and take a sip.
You say, "That's ten."
I look at you quizzically and ask, "What?"
You say, "Did I say you could have a sip of wine?"
"Um, no, but we had been drinking it."
You get a certain look in your eyes as you reply, "I told you to get undressed and kneel and wait for my next command. I said nothing about taking a sip of wine as part of that directive."
"What does ten mean?"
"Ten is the number of swats you'll get for disobeying me."
I gulp. "Yes, Sir."
You get up and leave the room. In a few minutes, you come back with four cuffs in your hands. You kneel down and place a cuff around my left ankle. As you finish, you stroke my leg upward to the middle of my thigh. You take your time with the stroke, pausing behind my knee as you move further up. Then, you place a cuff around my right ankle, again, stroking my leg upward.
You stand and say, "Hand." I hold out my arm and you place a cuff around my wrist. You stroke from my wrist up my arm to my shoulder. You continue the stroke across my shoulders and down my other arm. As you reach my other wrist, you place a cuff on that wrist as well. You take hold of both of my hands and kiss my fingertips of each hand.