It was the longest Saturday of my life. I did things around the house but had no thoughts whatsoever but of Devon. I went to the store, the mall, just did anything to be doing something to pass time. I was a robot moving around with a blank stare. I kept asking myself questions about what to expect from tonight. To be honest I knew nothing of Devon outside of the office. She drove an average car and always dressed in business attire. I never saw her around other women at the office or other men for that matter. She just seemed to keep to herself. What was I getting into? Actually the thing that bothered me most was about the clothes. She wanted me to be casual and I didn't know what to make of that. Was she making me dinner? I just did not have a clue.
It came to 6:30 and I jumped into the shower and cleaned up. My member began to grow in my hand and I thought about making a sacrifice but decided to hold out and see what happened later that night. I dried off after the shower and put on a new pair of jeans and opted for a long-sleeve t-shirt.
I drove across town my hands shaking on the wheel. I pulled up in front of her house and sat there for a minute thinking. She had a nice little house on the corner with a large yard separating her from the neighbors. I looked to the windows of the house hoping (or perhaps not) to see if she was watching me, but all was dark. I opened the door and stepped out the car trying my best to stop the shakes and stride up to the door. I waited on the porch anxiously hobbling back and forth on my feet. I moved right in front of the door and held my breath and gave the door a big knock. The unlatched door slowly opened from the pressure of my knuckles onto a dark living room. Feeling like an idiot from a thousand different horror movies, I stuck my head in the door and said "Hello." Out of the darkness of a hallway taking long strides to me was Devon. She was unlike anything I have ever seen in the flesh. She was wearing a black latex halter which hugged her breasts against her body. Looking her over more I beheld her long shapely legs in black tight latex pants that went right into the tightest black spiked boots I had ever seen.
Devon grabbed my shirt and pulled me in the dark room. She slammed the door shut and put a finger to my lips. "Welcome to my house Dan. This is the only time I will let you talk. I have watched you for a long time and think I know your true nature better than even you do. I have within me just what you need to loosen up.
"Here is the deal, if you let me have you until tomorrow I can guarantee that when you leave this house you will be a changed man, a better and happier man. I will not hurt you with any lasting effects. I will give you confidence and let you move to a better phase of your life. So, tell me yes or no now, and with a yes I will not allow you to speak to me again or make any kind of noise unless I give you permission. However, if your answer is no you may leave this house now and go back to your quiet little life. So Danny boy, that is all I am going to tell you, which is it?"
I stared into her hard blue eyes the whole time she was speaking. A small grin never once left her lips. It was a serious grin full of knowledge and power. I don't even remember thinking about my answer but my lips worked of their own accord and shakily whispered "Yes."
With that she didn't say anything; she just kept on with that smile. Devon took my hand in hers and led me to a door in the hallway. She opened the door and I noticed the flickering light dancing on the walls within. There were stairs going down with candles lit along the railing attempting with much success to give the house a gothic feel. I followed her creaking body down the stairs. I felt like a sad puppy being pulled towards its kennel. We arrived at the bottom of the stairs and I looked around but it was too dark to notice anything for certain in the room. The many candles cast shadows creating crouching demons in every crack and crevice of the room. She pulled me to the left and told me to back against the wall and to spread my legs apart. I wanted to resist or at the least hesitate, but my feet slid apart as if grease had been put on their soles. She knelt in front of me and placed something around each ankle. Then she stood up took each hand and placed them near my head, each one she pushed into a slot giving off an audible click. I looked from side to side and could see my hands were inside some kind of padded wrist locks, all kinds of thoughts began to race through my head. What did she have planned for me? Was I safe down here with her? Is she one of those crazy people? What?
