Ever since Danielle had agreed to participate in the game a couple of weeks earlier she second-guessed her decision. What was she getting into? Had she drank too much wine with dinner that night? Would she be able to make it through without being scared to death? What if this wasn't for her? She had always considered herself to be a very strong person but she felt like putty in his hands. He could talk her into anything by saying just the right things. No one knew her better than Jack. Lately, she was becoming more dependent upon him and ached for him when he went away on business trips. She didn't know whether it was true love or just infatuation. Whatever it was, he had almost taken complete control of her senses when they were together. His domination over her seemed to continue even when he was away. He had even helped her to grow to love the erotic pain and pleasure to which he had introduced her. Regarding the game, he promised to get back to her with more detail later after he worked out a few things.
The official letter arrived at her house on a Wednesday by registered mail. The plan for the mystery game was set and she received just the most basic instructions. The letter stated that sometime, and it could be anytime, a phone call would come to her cell giving her instructions to follow in order to start her erotic mystery fantasy. Of utmost importance, she had to trust Jack and do exactly what she was told by other people along the way. She was reminded that failure to follow the directions could result in complications. Furthermore, she had agreed that she would follow the instruction to the "T. " A chill ran up her spine when she was reminded that she had bought into the notion of playing the game. This now sounded way more serious than a mere game. She had no idea where she might be when the call came or where she might end up. She knew basically nothing about what might happen.
There wasn't even a designated time period in which the initiating phone call would come although she expected that it would be sooner rather than later knowing his impatience. From her understanding, it would probably continue for days or even weeks as she tried to live her normal life. She was free to decline only at the start when the phone call came if she still had reservations. If she said yes to the caller however, then the game was on. The wheels would start turning and it would be nearly impossible to stop the game once set in motion. There were too many people involved to stop the machine so to speak. There was a safe phrase if she really needed to call it off but that was highly discouraged. Normally she trusted her master implicitly but this commitment into the unknown was more than a bit scary to Danielle. She really wondered whether she would accept when the call came.
First there was the interview with the therapist who was somehow involved with the game. The therapist seemed focused on how well she dealt with stress and ambiguity. The therapist kept digging into examples from the past to gain insight into Danielle's emotional fortitude. There had been two sessions then nothing more was said. Danielle had just received a letter from the therapists that she was sending the appropriate paperwork "on." She wondered what that meant although she took it as a letter of acceptance. According to the credentials Danielle found at the therapist's office and on the internet, she seemed legitimate - a specialist in crisis management, career planning and the usual depression and anxiety disorder things that fell into the realm of many therapists. Danielle had filled out a lengthy questionnaire that included many extremely personal questions. The questions had included many aspects about her upbringing, interests, preferences, dislikes, fears and fantasies. Many of the questions had caused her to stop and think because they involved things she had never really thought about before. On several occasions she found herself blushing as she told things to the therapist that she thought she would never divulge. The whole concept was rather murky but they had assured her that this all was necessary for maximum effect so that the mystery fantasy could be tailored to fit her perfectly. The net outcome was promised to be well worth the effort that was required.
The whole thing had been arranged by her best friend, lover and possibly informal master, Jack. This man had some rather "spicy" erotic ideas once in a while and loved to role play with her. Once he had introduced her to his dominant yet caring way, she found it difficult to go back to just vanilla sex. Knowing his vivid creativity, the very thought of a mystery fantasy orchestrated by him sent chills up her spine. This idea excited her in a good sort of way in spite of the inherent risk and dangers of opening up her innermost thoughts and secrets for the purpose of this adventure. Based on the time they had spent together she did trust him completely. On the other hand, she had no idea who or how many other people might be in on the plan. He didn't really explain too much about how involved the experience might become. She wasn't sure whether she would be free to leave at will and he had reassured her with the safe phrase. He had promised her that saying the word "Red" should stop the experience and she would be taken home immediately. SHOULD? Simple enough but would she remember that under stress?
The game was on her mind constantly for the next week. Every time the phone rang she froze in anticipation. When the caller was just one of her usual contacts she almost felt disappointed. She found herself keeping the phone nearby no matter what she was doing or where she was. She had the phone nearby her bed at night, just in case. She even brought it into meetings at work with the ringer set to vibrate. After a couple of weeks she had gotten used to the disappointment and generally found herself not expecting the call. She still kept the phone nearby but didn't think as much about it being "the call" whenever it rang.
One bright Saturday in May, Danielle was just sitting on the front steps, still in her pajamas, sipping a fresh cup of coffee. It was shaping up to be one of the nicest weekends of the year so far. She was looking over at the garden where she was planning to clear out last year's dead leaves and stems to plant new flowers. The sun was shining and the birds were singing and she was enjoying the setting. All of a sudden, her telephone rang inside the house. She scrambled in through the front door to dig her phone out of her purse. She caught the call just before it rolled over to the answering machine. The caller ID just said, "Out of area."
"Hello?" She answered in anticipation.
An unfamiliar voice spoke in a deep monotone, "Be ready to begin your mystery fantasy in ten minutes. Don't bother to change clothes, just wait at the front door and someone will come to pick you up. Do you accept?"
She sheepishly replied, "Yes" on impulse and before she could think any more about it the caller hung up. "Oh my gosh, I did it!" she said to herself feeling the fear and excitement as she hung up the phone.
She wanted to get dressed but she was specifically told not to. "Was anyone watching?". She decided to at least wash her face and brush her teeth in the time she had. She made sure that the coffee pot was unplugged and the house was ready to lock. She stood in the living room watching out through the picture window. Within ten minutes, an unfamiliar large, black car was moving slowly down the street and turned sharply into her driveway. The side windows were darkly tinted but she could see that there was a man driving the car and a woman on the passenger side. They both stepped out and the man opened the back door of the sedan. He said nothing but waited for her to join them. Even though she was expecting them, her stomach instantly tightened into a knot.
Somehow she was drawn to them. She could feel her heart racing as she felt her feet begin to walk involuntarily out the door and toward the car. Both the man and woman were wearing dark clothing with sun glasses with frozen stares on their faces. This was the most terrifying thing she had ever done but at the same time the excitement was intense. Trust, she thought to herself. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind as she felt the cold leather on her bottom through her pajamas when she slid into the back seat. Her mind went blank as she struggled to remember what that phrase was that would instantly stop this whole thing if it got too intense (she trusted). Not a word was uttered. The car sped away as she continued to wrack her brain to recall that phrase.
The two people in the front seats said nothing as the car raced down interstate 75. She was paying close attention to the surroundings to see if she could figure out where they were going. The woman in front turned around and handed her a folded strip of black satin and a large pair of sun glasses..
"Tie this around your eyes and put the glasses on," she instructed.
"So much for seeing where we're going," she murmured under your breath.
The couple in the front seat said nothing else as leaned back in the car seat. At least they didn't make her get in the trunk!
After a high-speed drive of about 45 minutes, the car slowed and left the freeway. After sitting at a light it went to the right then turned left onto an unknown road. Shortly after the driver turned and drove onto a gravel driveway. Her heart began to race again when the car came to a stop and her escorts stepped out. Opening both back doors they both reached in to help her unbuckle the seatbelt and get out.
The woman removed the sunglasses and blindfold after Danielle was steady on her feet in the parking lot. She could see that they were at a small medical clinic that stood by itself on a corner. She felt self-conscious standing there wearing pajamas. Once inside the entrance she was met with a woman in a white smock holding a wheelchair.
"Take a seat," the man said.
Danielle did as he said and carefully seated herself in the chair. The woman from the clinic adjusted the foot rests and released the brake before whisking her to a waiting room in back. The escorts followed as they bypassed the reception area. Danielle's imagination began to run wild as she sat in the back waiting area, surrounded by strangers. Medical personnel whisked by her from several directions with barely a glance in her direction. After a few minutes a nurse acknowledged that she was expecting Danielle and led the three of them into a room. The nurse presented a hospital gown and instructed her to change into it, opening at the back. The two escorts left the room but the nurse began to prepare a tray of medical instruments.
"They must be playing on my deep fears of doctors and all things medical," she thought with renewed panic. If someone wanted to scare her, a doctor's office was a great place.
