The blood was pounding in my ears as I gently closed the car door. It all seemed so unreal, so calm. The heat of the midday sun had brought the meadow drowsily to life; bees were droning, butterflies were fluttering about, and somewhere in the distance I could hear the hum of farm machinery. I groped in the pocket of my jeans for the folded piece of paper. It was starting to show some wear, testimony to the nervous habit that I had developed since downloading and printing its contents. Just one more look, I told myself as I carefully smoothed its crumpled creases on the hood of my car. Just one more look, just to make sure I do this right.
The font was bold and capitalized, its message direct:
THIS MEETING SHOULD BE REGARDED AS AN INTERVIEW. IT IS INTENDED TO ASSESS YOUR SUITABILITY AS MY SEXUAL SERVANT. FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS BELOW CAREFULLY AND WITHOUT DEVIATION. IF I FIND THAT YOU ARE CAPABLE OF OBEYING INSTRUCTIONS THEN I WILL PROCEED WITH MY EXAMINATION..IF NOT THEN YOU WILL BE DISMISSED AND WILL NOT WASTE MY TIME ANY FURTHER.
YOU WILL PRESENT YOURSELF AT NOON ON THE 14TH OF THIS MONTH AT THE ADDRESS PRINTED BELOW.
PARK YOUR VEHICLE JUST INSIDE THE GATE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE MEADOW.
REMOVE YOUR CLOTHING AND LEAVE IT AT YOUR CAR.
PROCEED ON FOOT ALONG THE DRIVE UNTIL YOU COME TO THE FIRST FARM TRACK, TURN RIGHT AND CONTINUE OVER THE HILL UNTIL YOU COME TO THE DAIRY.
ENTER THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR AND WAIT FOR ME IN THE FIRST ROOM ON THE LEFT. YOU WILL FIND A BLINDFOLD THERE; TIE IT SECURELY OVER YOUR EYES.
I EXPECT TO FIND YOU KNEELING, BLINDFOLDED, AND WITH YOUR HANDS CLASPED BEHIND YOUR HEAD.
YOU WILL NOT SPEAK AND YOU WILL SUBMIT WITHOUT HESITATION.
I left my clothes folded on the hood of my car. The soft breeze made my skin prickle as I nervously climbed the drive and turned down the narrow farm track. Far off in the distance I could see the drive veer gently toward a large stand of ancient trees. Just barely visible behind the foliage was the corner of what appeared to be an imposing manor house. I continued over the hill and saw below me a sturdy looking building on the left side of the track made of whitewashed stone and attached to a sizable cattle shed. Although there was no evidence of cattle, both structures looked well maintained. My pulse was hammering now, an arrhythmic counter tempo to the drowsy hum of my surroundings. I was really going to do this. After those countless hours spent haunting the strange netherworld of cyberspace, hours spent exploring the half-formed fantasies that kept me awake at night, the reality was more bizarre than I had ever expected. My feverish dreams were of dark, subterranean places... not sunlit meadows. The thought made me smile and the smile gave me courage, so I went down.
The place was old and quiet, it obviously hadn't been used as a dairy for many years. It had a waiting feel that made me shiver with suspense. The heavy plank door was open and my bare feet whispered on the worn flagstones as I stepped through. Ahead of me stretched a hall, flanked on either side by the wooden slats of deserted milking stalls. To my immediate left was a low, open doorway framed in timber. The room beyond had a sunken stone floor which made an abrupt step down from the hall. There was a small casement window in the stone wall opposite the door and to the right the wall was composed of a dozen rough wooden fencing boards spaced with sizable gaps between them which provided glimpses into the adjacent stall. The only furniture was a wooden bench in the center of the room and on it lay a strip of raw black silk. I knelt down in front of the bench and tied the blindfold over my eyes as tightly as possible. A sliver of the floor remained visible no matter how I tugged and pulled at the cloth. After fighting with it for several minutes, I finally gave up; clasped my hands behind my head, closed my eyes, and waited.
Except for the rasp of my breath and the thud of my heart, the dairy was quiet. Each passing moment increased the suspense until I could no longer keep from shivering. The shivers turned to shakes and the shakes to great, racking shudders as the adrenaline pumped through me. I tried to control my breathing... struggled to show some composure as I knelt there on the hard stone. I was so caught up with my inner conflict that I missed the footsteps until they were quite close. The soft slap of cloth-soled sandals approached from the open door and circled me slowly. I desperately willed the surge of adrenaline to subside. The footsteps came to a stop in front of me and I heard a low laugh. I couldn't resist the temptation to open my eyes and peek down at the floor through the slivers of light at the bottom of the blindfold. The toes of two small, well-manicured feet were just visible.
"Very good. You are capable of following instructions." Her low, clear voice startled me. "Now let's see if you are suitable material. Stand up!" It took a moment to struggle up from the floor. She was moving again, circling. A soft hand touched my chest and spiraled languidly around my body. I was suddenly aware that I was throbbingly erect. Her nails scratched lightly over me as she continued her tactile exploration of my body. "Turn around!" As I obeyed I was shocked to realize that there was another person in the room moving quietly behind me.
"Walk forward!"
I took a few tentative steps to my front, the wooden partition between this room and the neighboring milking stall was somewhere ahead of me.
"Stop! Patrick, put his chin up on that wooden cleat." I felt a large hand close over my lower jaw and pull up as a sharp, upward slap on my butt made me jump. "Up on your toes!"
I was on my tiptoes, straining to balance as my chin was placed on a ledge protruding from the wooden slats.
"Place your hands on the wall." It was a relief to unclasp them and spread them out. " Keep your chin on that cleat until I tell you otherwise."
She was very close behind me now, the tips of her breasts brushed across my back leaving a trail of heat despite the fabric between us. Both hands reached around to run up and down my chest and abdomen. She pushed her hips forward, pressing her mound into my buttocks until my erection was rasping against the rough wood.