I had gotten home from a long day at work and was looking forward to date night with my boyfriend, Dave. I live in a large house with my parents, but they were away for the week visiting friends. They had been leaving me alone for the past several years since I turned eighteen, and I was used to them being gone.
I came into the kitchen, dropping my purse on the table and that's when I saw the note.
Come upstairs to your bedroom
I was taken slightly aback by this, but assumed that it was Dave setting me up for something. Trouble was, I hadn't seen his car outside.
"Dave?" I called out.
Silence.
Slowly I walked up the stairs, their familiar creaking taking on an ominous air in the now dead silence surrounding me.
"Helloo..." I said as I reached the landing. There was another note on my bedroom door, which is normally open, but was now shut.
Come inside. Close the door.
I pushed open the door and saw the room was empty. My bed was made, which I certainly hadn't done. Clothes that were normally strewn about the place were folded on the comfy chair in the corner and the riot of shoes which usually cascade from the closet I presumed were straightened up behind its closed door. The books that I have a tendency to pile haphazardly in and around the bookcase were now neatly stacked on the shelves. The lights were off save for a single reading lamp by the bed. I closed the bedroom door and saw another note taped by the knob.
Face the bed. Do not turn around. No talking, It read pointedly.
"What the hell?" I thought. "Let's see where this goes."
I'm a little nervous as I turn and face the bed. Standing in the silence, I start to feel a little foolish, not to mention a bit on the frightened side, yet there is excitement rushing through my body like an electrical charge. I hear the closet door open behind me and then soft footfalls approaching me from behind on the thick carpet. Whoever it is places a blindfold over my eyes. I realize it's a sleep mask that was given to me as a gift a long time ago. I've never used it before. The person turns me toward them and I feel them unbutton my skirt and slide down the zipper.
"Oh, I really hope this is Dave," I think to myself.
I want to say something, but the note said no talking, and I am trying to play along. The skirt drops to the floor, pooling around my feet. My host reaches down and with slight pressure of a hand upon my hip as guidance, helps me step free from it.
They begin to slowly unbutton my blouse from the front, taking their time, working downward from the top. They finish the last button and gently ease the blouse over my shoulders and the hands drop away.
Without sight, other senses take over and I can feel a shift in the air. Whoever this is has now moved behind me. The person unclasps my simple white bra and removes it, freeing my breasts. I'm now standing there only in white cotton panties and knee-high stockings.
They move back in front of me. I feel two fingers slide along the waistband of my panties and they slowly draw them over my hips and down my legs. Once again, they help me step free. The person then takes me by the hand and leads me to the bed, silently directing me to lie down on top of the soft comforter. They remove my stockings, their hands caressing my calves as they slowly slide them off each leg. I am now nude save for the blindfold, having just been undressed by someone who I am still hoping like hell is my boyfriend. The fear hasn't completely vanished, but the excitement is, at this moment, rushing through my veins like lightning.
They take my hands, first one, and then the other, holding them together on my stomach with only one of theirs. I feel soft cloth wrapping around them, tying them together.
A scarf? A necktie? I can't tell.
My hands are now bound with the cloth and gently raised over my head. Something is attached to the bonds and the grip releases. I try to move my hands down, but I cannot. They are held in place by some kind of rope or cord. Its length is long enough for me to rest them on the bed, and I can move them side to side, but not back down.
Another little thrill of fear runs through me. This isn't something I've ever done before. I've never even thought about it. I'm pretty sure that it's Dave who has been doing all this to me, but I can't be totally sure.
"I'm not sure I like this." I say hesitantly.
"Shhhh..." Is the only reply I receive, the voice low, masculine...familiar. I feel a little better.
I can feel him lean over, his hot breath feathers over my cheek, my hair, and then my ear as he whispers, "Trust me."
A shiver of pleasure races down my spine. The bed shifts. I feel a soft, cool object caress my cheek, replacing his warm breath. It slides along my lips, under my nose. Oh! A rose.
He lets me inhale the sweet, heady scent for a moment, then slides it away, under my chin and down along my neck. I forget about my misgivings about being restrained and decide to relax and enjoy the myriad of sensations taking over my body.
He moves the soft petals of the flower along the underside of my breasts, tracing their curves. The velvet petals glide over my nipples and they tighten and harden under its silky cool caress. The rose moves down my body, over my taut stomach to my spread thighs.
He slides the flower down one thigh, and then back up again, pausing before it reaches my pussy, and then he moves it over to slowly slide down the other. The erotic torture is maddening.
He puts his hand under my hip and urges me to roll over onto my stomach. I obey. The rose now runs in a lazy serpentine path down my spine to the cleft of my ass. He guides the silky petals on a course around my ass, tracing a random pattern over each cheek, and then slides it slowly down the crack. I push back, raising my hips up a bit, giving myself a wicked little thrill, knowing the view I'm giving him of my pussy. I feel the rose slide over my exposed lips, caressing them a moment. The cool softness feels delicious against the sensitive flesh.
"Mmm..." I moan softly.
He slides it down along my thighs as I again lay flat on the bed, down over the soft skin behind my legs, finishing its journey at my feet, where I feel him settling down.
He takes my foot in his hand, bends my leg at the knee then kisses the top of my foot. I'm very nearly purring with pleasure as it feels so nice, his lips on my skin. I give a startled yelp when he licks along the tops of my toes.
