Serene
You are standing against the statues that guard the entrance to the maze in that outfit I got for you months ago. Those un-pleated slacks, that white shirt that has a permanent red imprint from my lipstick on the collar, those polished black dress shoes, and that long black coat with the high collar that makes you look so fierce. The outfit doesn't let on what I know to be underneath. You are thin but not scrawny, well-muscled and toned but not in any way a body builder. It's the sleek, toned look of a long distance runner without the bulk of a football "tank".
I'm in a low cut black dress that is cut high on my thigh and I have a shawl over my shoulders which obscures my reaction to the slight chill in the air. My shoes are short heels which are comfortable and allow me to keep up with you for the most part if you don't walk too fast. I recall that walking with a man who is 6'2" when I, myself, am only 5'8" isn't always easy. I smile when the thought of how close our stamina is to the other in a certain other area.
You had challenged me, no, told me that I was going to go into this maze you are standing in front of. You told me I had to get through it before you caught me. I agreed and had since been thinking of just how you might act if you caught me or, more importantly, if I were to win. Would you dominate me like you had so many times before? Would you take me against a wall in the maze after catching me? Or would you for one night be mine to command, mine to control? I shivered at the thought.
Taking my shiver for a shudder of fear you laugh at me and ask if you should just take me now and pass on the whole game. I ache to say yes but I want to wipe that smile off your face as I beat you so I stride forward into the maze and disappear around a corner.
The maze is quiet and darker than I expected but I slink through the first few turns like a shadow even though I know you won't be entering the maze for ten minutes. Just as I round a corner I hear a distant howl and swear as I realize I have hit my first dead end. Turning around I move quickly back to the three-way and take the other route after scratching up the ground with my heel so I know I had been there before.
9 Minutes Remaining
I follow a long straight path to another intersection, this time a four-way, and choose to go right. I slip down that winding path and then the walls disappear. At first I think I've won but then I realize the wall almost looks like it's moving. As I walk closer the whole area explodes in a cloud of bats screeching in the night. I run forward screaming, hoping you can't hear me but wishing you might run in to rescue me. Suddenly I slip and fall, barely able to roll as I hit the ground. Slowly I get up but somehow I lost my shoes in the fall and I don't have time to get them. I need to get out of this maze...I need YOU to find me...to take me...to make me feel safe again...
I start moving faster sometimes stumbling over the rougher patches where not many people have gone. One, two, now four, no five dead ends and my heart is racing.
7 Minutes Remaining
I'm running now, every hooting owl and howling wolf making me jump, every dark wall making me run faster as the bats erupt from their perches. I have to beat you...but I need you...I want you to catch me...please catch me....dominate me...
5 Minutes Remaining
I suddenly emerge in an open area and realize I am in the center of the maze. Like the old castle mazes there is a giant fountain in the middle of this courtyard. The water is crystal clear and, as I take a drink I realize, ice cold. Some of the water trails down my neck and over the curve of my breasts causing me to shudder and my nipples to harden. I rub myself dry with my shawl but moan as the rough material slides along my skin...I need your hands on me...Catch me please....
