An Uber pulls to the curb in the upscale neighborhood, and a moment later a girl exits the vehicle. Thanking the driver, she closes the rear door and watches the car pull away. When it disappears around the corner, she takes stock of her surroundings. It is early evening, not quite dark, and a chilly breeze blows fallen leaves around the sidewalk. The girl pulls her coat tighter around her and watches the lights begin to come on in the buildings nearby. She has told the driver to drop several blocks from her destination, and she begins to walk, the sound of her heels clicking on the sidewalk. As she walks, she thinks back to what brought her here.
Almost a year and a half ago she attended a "play party". She was beginning to explore her sexuality at the time, and the website had promised a safe way to indulge her fantasies. There had been two other subs there, and a married man and woman had dominated them all, one after the other. The girl had been hogtied to a bench, her body exposed and used, and she had experienced one of the most intense orgasms of her life. It had been thrilling and scary and unbelievably intense, but part of her was ashamed, and she resisted repeating the experience. She has had a number of sexual relationships since then, and although the lovemaking has been pleasant and even exciting, something was missing. Try as she might, she could never quite forget that evening. So a few weeks ago she went back to the website and reconnected with the couple. It would be just her this time, and the girl shivers as she thinks about what is to come. Her mind tells her she can still turn around, but her body keeps walking until she sees the address she is looking for.
The girl climbs up the brick steps and stands on the porch. In front of her is a beautiful, ornate door, its burnished wood intricately carved. A small round window sits near the top, the glass stained a deep red. The handle is polished brass and almost glows in the dim light. The girl glances around, but there is no one nearby. She knows there is still time to walk away, but she can't move. As she takes a deep breath and glances up at the small camera mounted above the door, she hears the click of the latch. She hesitates a final time, then pushes the door open and walks through. The door swings shut behind her and locks silently.
She is in a long, dimly lit hall. Closed doors line both walls, and between the doors are paintings and drawings, most of them of naked women and couples copulating. She looks at them with wonder as she moves toward the light at the far end. When she is through the gallery and into the room, her eyes widen. The space is large, the walls in shadow. At the center, under the only light in the room, is a red table in the shape of an elongated X. Each end of the X has a loop of rope securely fastened to it, but otherwise the table is bare. As her eyes adjust, she sees all the implements of bondage displayed along the walls, and her breath catches. Whips and chains and hooks hang from the walls, and all manner of dildos, vibrators, clamps and other instruments sit on cloth-covered tables. There are multiple mirrors on the walls as well, but the most prominent feature of all is the large round mirror on the ceiling directly above the table. The girl stares at it, her imagination running wild, and her breath quickens.
She looks around, but for the moment she is alone in the room. Unsure what to do, she takes off her coat and lays it on the chair off to the side. Hanging her bag over the back of the chair, she stands and moves in front of one of the mirrors. The girl gazes at her reflection, her wide dark eyes staring back. Her long black hair glistens, falling straight down her back. The purple mini dress she is wearing stops well short of her knees, and the thin fabric reveals the full breasts underneath. The girl licks her lips nervously and turns back to the room.
"You cut your hair."
The woman's voice comes from the shadows, but the girl can't see her. She nods, searching the darkness, her hand unconsciously touching her hair.
"And you're wearing the same dress as before."
The girl can't believe the woman remembers that time so long ago, and the surprise must register on her face.
"Yes," she responds. "It seemed...appropriate."
"Take it off."
The girl hesitates, her eyes still searching the room. Then she slowly slides the thin straps over her shoulders, and the dress falls to the floor around her feet. She steps out, kicking the dress to the side. She stands there, unsure what to do, wearing only a black thong and the heels. The woman still isn't visible.
"Are you wet?"
The girl blushes furiously, then reaches down and slides her finger inside the thong.
"Yes," she says. Her voice catches in her throat.
"Touch your nipples."
The girl's aureoles are puffy, the hard pebbles of her nipples standing at attention. She fingers them, suddenly self-conscious to be pleasuring herself in front of people she can't even see. But it feels good, and she is acutely aware of how wet she is.
"You have a beautiful body." This time it is the man speaking, his voice deep and husky. "Now get up on the table."
The girl searches for the man in the shadows, but she can't see him either. She looks at the table, a tremor passing through her body. She has never seen a table like this before, but it is clear where she should be. She climbs up and lays back, her arms and legs outstretched toward the ropes. When she looks up at the mirror overhead, she sees her nearly naked body spread and vulnerable. But not yet bound.
"Put your hands through the ropes."
She shivers. This is the point of no return. Her mind screams at her to get up and leave, but her body won't obey. She reaches over with one hand and slips her left hand through the loop, then she reaches back with her right hand and feels for the rope. It takes a moment, but when her hand is all the way through the loop tightens around her wrist. She is suddenly afraid, and she takes a deep shuddering breath. She has been thinking of this moment for months, and now it is real. She stares at herself in the mirror above, tied and helpless on the table. She lays there and waits, fighting back the fear that threatens to overwhelm her.
