You look down at the small slip of paper that had been delivered earlier that afternoon and confirm that you are in fact at the correct address. The house is a nondescript looking affair, brown with tan trim on a street lined with similar looking homes. The only difference is the color of the SUV parked in each driveway. You're not sure why anyone would want to live in a neighborhood of homes that looked like they had been stamped from the same cookie cutter. You are however completely sure of what has brought you here this evening.
The message was short and to the point, it was nothing more than an address and the time written in her familiar handwriting. Although caught completely unaware you were noticeably intrigued at this new development to your relationship. While the sex had always been good and she was more than willing to try new things this was one of the few times she had initiated a deviation outside of the bedroom.
Five minutes early, you make your way up the stairs to the front door and ring the bell. Little time passes before you hear the unmistakable sound of high heel shoes tapping on hardwood floors headed in your directions. Not entirely sure what to expect you are completely unprepared for the sight that greets you as the door opens.
"You must be Jake." The woman, tall, blonde, and well built is wearing what could only be called a cat suit; her generous figure molded in black leather from neck to ankles. "Come in."
It wasn't a request but a command given in a quick, clipped voice. You step into the entry way and are surprised to see the area expensively decorated beyond what you had imagined. Without asking, the woman slips your coat from your shoulders and hands it to a waiting butler, previously unnoticed by you.
The house is well lit but remarkably quiet as you follow your hostess through the entryway, down the hall and into the formal sitting room. Motioning to a chair before the fire, she says; "Have a seat."
Settling into the chair you start to wonder what exactly she had gotten you into. Your love for kink was something she not only accepted about you but also enjoyed on a regular basis but she wasn't one to allow you to engage in your fantasies without her. You had assumed, obviously mistakenly, that she would be here waiting for you.
The blonde hands you a drink and after taking a sip, you ask; "Where is Karin?"
She smiles at you and walks over to a desk situated in the corner of the room and picks up the phone. After a brief word she hangs up, a moment later the door to the sitting room opens and in walks a man dressed only in a pair of black pants. His chest and feet are bare as he enters the room and bows to the blonde.
"Leo here will see that you are properly…prepared."
You hesitate, for the first time feeling a moment of uncertainty at what is to come. You realize that by going with Leo you will effectively be giving up complete control of the situation. There is no telling where this evening might lead to or when it will end. While the realization should be cause for concern you are filled with an overwhelming sense of calm. Setting your drink on the table you rise and follow Leo out of the room. He takes you back towards the front of the house and up an intricately carved staircase. At the second floor landing he turns left and precedes you down the hall. Straight ahead a pair of wide, French doors stand open on what looks to be a lavishly furnished bedroom. It is here that you are led. Stepping into the center of the room you stop and stare. To your right there is a doorway leading to what you assume is either the bathroom or a closet. To your left a large, four-poster bed dominates the room while straight ahead of you the wall is taken up by a large, marble fireplace. The room is decorated in tones of burgundy with black and gold accents. What should have been tacky was tastefully done with simple designs.
"You will undress, placing your things there in the dresser."
Turning towards his voice you find that Leo has positioned himself in front of the doors, effectively blocking off any chance of escape. Reassured that you are not truly a prisoner and would be free to leave at any time, you find no cause for alarm.
Leo gives you a knowing smile as if reading your thoughts and suddenly you are not so sure that he would step aside if asked to do so. His arms folded across his chest, his eyes never wavering from your face, Leo waits.
While you've had occasion to be naked in front of other men before this is an entirely different situation. Raised with two older brothers and an active member of a gym you're use to showering around other men but never before had one watched so intently while you disrobed. Feeling slightly uncomfortable you raise your hands to your shirt and begin to slip the buttons free of their restraints. Surprised to note that your hands are shaking slightly you wonder if it is with fear or excitement.
The absolute silence in the room stretches the tension to an unnerving degree. You find that your breathing is coming fast and shallow and consciously seek to bring your emotions under control. After removing your shirt you slip your feet free from your work shoes before unbuckling your belt. Taking your boxers with them, you slip your slacks off your hips and step out of them. Working out on a regular basis combined with the benefits of good genes your body is well defined. Broad across the chest and shoulders with muscular legs you stand feeling good about yourself, knowing that you make an impressive sight. Following Leo's instructions you fold your close and place them in the top drawer of the dresser that is otherwise empty.
As you turn back towards the center of the room you notice Leo approach. In each hand he holds something black but otherwise unrecognizable. "Put out your wrists."
After holding out your arms he secures a black metal bracelet to each wrist. There is nothing decorative about these. They are neither loose nor decorated in any way but fit snuggly as he closes the clasps. The metal, the only thing you are wearing, is cold against your sensitive and magnifies the fact that you are standing in a strange house, before a strange man completely naked.
The weight of the bracelets is to ensure that you not forget their presence. Running your fingertips along the top of one wrist you find that the bracelet is tight enough not to move and there is little risk that it will chafe the skin.
Pulling your wrists in front of you and bringing them together, Leo hooks one to the other before leading you back to the center of the room. "Stand here." Without waiting to see if you complied, Leo reaches over your head and pulls a length of chain from the ceiling, which he then attaches to your wrists. After some minor adjustments you find yourself hanging from the ceiling by your wrist, your feet just barely able to reach the floor. In this position you can maintain your balance but there is no way for you to step either forward or back or side-to-side. Seeing that you are secure, Leo walks across the room and stands beside the door.
Above the fireplace is a mirror through which I watch as Leo prepares you for our evening ahead.
"What do you think?"
Turning to my companion and our blonde hostess, I say; "I think he looks wonderful but still too much in control of himself."
"I agree. Allow me?"
"Of course." I watch her leave the room only to reappear in the room through a side door.
You're not surprised to see the blonde reappear; it's obvious that this is her home and that she is in charge. "Where is Karin?"
A silent motion to Leo and he steps forward to place a bit between your teeth, securing it in place with a small leather buckle that straps around your head. "You will speak only when spoken to and even then your answers will be either 'yes mistress' or 'no mistress.' Is that understood?"
With the bit still in your mouth you are reduced to nodding your head in acknowledgement.
"Very good." Walking to an armoire situated in the corner of the room she returns holding what looks to be a cat-o-nine tails only this one is made out of black and red leather and there are no knots that would cause serious injury. Walking back to stand in front of you she drags the small whip across your chest, allowing you to feel the soft, supple leather that makes up the fingers. "Do you know what this is?"
You nod your head.
"Do you know that it can be an instrument of both pain and pleasure?"
Again you nod, noting that as she continues to drag the end of the whip across your nipples that they harden in response.
"There are times when pain and pleasure merge to become one and there is no way of knowing where one ends and the other begins."
As she talks she continues to caress your flesh, tickling the sensitive skin of your belly and making the muscles there tense and jerk beneath the gentle assault.
"When that happens a person's senses become incredibly stimulated making it impossible to do anything beyond simply feeling." The whip's many fingers descended lower and brushed across the tip of your cock, which is hard and throbbing. Unable to bite it back you moan at the exquisite touch.
Circling, the blonde stands behind you, close enough to your back that you can feel her heat through the leather of her suit but not close enough as to actually be touching. Once again those soft leather fingers caress your skin sending chills coursing through your body and your hair practically stands on end.
