The piece of paper he held in his hand was beginning to look as creased as his shirt had become over the course of the day, as he pulled the slip out of his pocket for the umpteenth time. The very ink itself was threatening to rub off each time he ran his eyes across the words that he himself had scribbled down a few short hours earlier.
A voice from the front seat jolted him from his anxious gazing. It took him a second to realize that the driver had pulled the taxi up in front of the very building he'd wanted, and was asking for the fare. Sliding the payment through the open window, he got out and stood looking at the size of the converted warehouse as his carriage drove off behind him, happy to find its self looking for business in the trendy part of town.
Making his way up to the large black doors, he stepped inside the vestibule to find row upon row of buttons, each linked to one of the apartments above. He unclenched his fist from around the crumpled piece of paper as he pulled it out of his pocket again, his mind seemingly unable to recall what it'd previously willed his hand to write.
He pressed the button that was marked as the one he wanted for about a second and waited, half holding his breath in anticipation. Although still slightly unsure of what to expect, his lungs exhaled sharply as a crackle came over the intercom, followed by the voice of a girl whose mouth sounded too close to the speaker.
"Yes?"
"I-I have an appointment... my name's Mr. Johnson." He stuttered.
"Fine," came the reply, "just look up at the camera for me."
He looked around for a second, expecting to find a lens pointing at him. He opened his mouth, ready to state his inability to find what he was searching for, as she stopped him before he even uttered the first syllable.
"To your right, above the door." She said, a hint of a smile showing through in her lilt.
Sure enough, as his eyes followed her directions they soon found the glass that shielded the camera, its angle set so that it could view, from top to toe, anyone accessing the buttons beside him.
"That'll do," she said, "up you come."
A buzz emerged from the door that died off as he pushed it open; the crackle of the intercom signaling the woman had put the receiver down. Firmly closing the door behind him, he made his way along the hall and onto the stairs, his speed a little quicker than walking pace, yet not quite jogging, as he alternated between taking one step or two at a time.
His heart, already uncomfortable from the exhaustions on the stairs, was pounding loudly in his chest as nervousness sharpened his thoughts. The door appeared before him quicker than he'd been expecting, as he stood in front of it, his lungs taking a deep breath for courage as much as for the need for oxygen.
Pressing the bell on the frame, he heard the distant chimes and waited, his ears listening out for any footsteps from the other side. As though someone were there waiting for him, a small light appeared through the peephole, vanishing just as quickly as an eye was put to it before the door was unlocked and slowly opened.
A head, just about level with his shoulders, peered around at him, the eyes of its owner hidden by strands of black hair until she moved them back to their rightful place behind her ear. She opened the door wider to let him in, a smile lightening her face that was as warm as the voice that identified her as the one he'd spoken to.
"Hi, come in. I'm Charlotte." She said, locking the door again behind him as soon as he'd walked through.
"I'm not late am I?" he asked, taking a glance at his watch, in the unlikely event of it stopping between his leaving the office and arriving at the apartment.
"Not at all," she reassured him, "in fact, you're a little early. Would you mind taking a seat for a minute?"
He turned around to see the chair she was offering was right behind him, and sat down as she tottered off. She flashed him a smile as she closed the sliding doors behind her, catching his eyes staring at where her latex-clad ass had been as she wiggled out of his sight.
Time felt as though it had slowed down to almost a stop as he waited there, looking around the room and thinking how normal the place seemed. Exactly what he'd been expecting it to be like took his mind off his nerves for a few minutes as it conjured bizarre images with people dressed so decoratively that they were in danger of being hung on the walls as pieces of art.
"Then again, maybe that was the point..." He thought, giving it enough of his attention that he failed to notice the girl reappear at the door.
"We're good to go in there now, I just have to get you sorted and then we can begin." She said. "First there's the small matter of your 'donation' to sort out..."
With the emphasis making her meaning clear, he reached into his jacket, taking out the amount she suggested. He watched her hands as she folded the bills, sliding her hand under her blouse to tuck them into one of the cups of a bra that matched her skirt perfectly.
That same hand then found its way inside one of his, leading him into the room she'd said was ready. He'd been too busy gazing at the delicious shape of her ass earlier, to notice what was behind her. As the centerpiece of the room, an immaculately made bed took pride of place, the few remaining items of furniture arranged in the corners serving to heighten its presence.
"If you'd like to get undressed behind there..." She said, pointing toward a screen that stood angled for as much privacy as possible. "You can pass your clothes out to me and I'll put them to one side for you."
He followed her suggestion and made a start at slipping out of his suit, a slight feeling of self-consciousness entering his thoughts as he took off his shirt, his less-than-flat stomach reminding him that he'd a few more pounds on him than he would've liked.
One by one he passed his clothes out to the girl, with neither him looking out at her, nor she looking in at him, until he stood there, naked behind the thin sheet of wood and canvas. With a deep breath, in part to hold in his gut, he stepped around and back into the relative open space of the room.
Standing with his hands by his sides, aware of how pointless it'd be to cover his modesty, the openness of the room mingled with his nudity to leave him feeling completely vulnerable. He watched as the girl finished with his things, the delicate way she had folded and handled each item with a seemingly reverential touch serving to confirm his assumption that it was she who had prepared the bed.
It was there that she led him, having turned her attention back upon him, her gentle smile returning to replace the furrowed brow of concentration she had previously been wearing. She held his hand high above him, in the way a gentleman may when assisting a lady from a vehicle, as he knelt on the sheets, positioning his body so his head rested in the center of the pillow.
Carrying four leather cuffs from a small table in the corner, she knelt at his side, firmly fastening one onto each wrist and each ankle in turn. He felt his cheeks flush as the heat from his body gathered around his groin and pushed its way into his cock, turning it from its soft, lifeless state into a pulsing erection that the girl couldn't help but take notice of as she pulled the chains from each of the bed's corners towards him.
Resisting his urge to ease the ache that seemed to burn inside his balls, he shifted his limbs towards the restraints, resting them again at the sound of each rattle. The girl set about with four small padlocks, fixing each cuff to one of the links in its chain as he found himself secured to them so tautly that they made hardly a sound.
The girl stood upright, giving a quick glance toward the only other door in the room before walking out of his field of vision, leaving him only his ears to make sense of what she was doing. In turn, they gave him only the sounds of the thin chains that linked her cuffs to her belt as she moved her arms, and of her footsteps as her heels clicked on the wooden floor.
"Open wide..." She said, startling him, as her hands appeared, one over each shoulder.
As he duly obliged her, she slid a bit gag between his lips, trailing the straps both beside and over his head. He felt them tighten as he lifted his head off the pillows for her to attend to their fastening, enjoying the slight discomfort from the buckle as she gently laid him back down.
"Almost done now," she said, fetching the remaining things from behind him, "just don't give me any surprises with this next part, will you?" She smiled.
