The instructions in my email were simple, yet incredibly hard to follow through with. You read them again;
"Come to my home office, the door will be unlocked. Let yourself in and lock the door behind you. Immediately take off all of your clothes, put them in the trunk beside the door, then close the lid and fasten the padlock - you won't be getting any clothing back until I'm done with you... Now that you're completely naked in a strange office in the basement of a house, come find me..."
Apprehensively you begin to remove your clothing, folding each article before placing it in the bottom of the trunk. You have second thoughts as you reach your bra and panties. You decide to follow through and remove them too. You place them neatly on your pile of folded clothing and lock them in the trunk.
You take notice of your surroundings - you're in a hallway leading to what you assume is an office. You slowly inch your way forward, worried that somebody else might be here... You poke your head into each office, calling my name and are somewhat relieved that nobody returned your calls. You realize that there's nowhere else to search, so you head for the stairs.
As you climb the stairs, you see that the house is very bright on the main level - obviously there are lots of windows letting the light in and you remember that the house is on a busy street... You contemplate crawling around the house on your hands and knees to avoid being seen from the street, but decide to brave it and just make your search quick.
You dart around the main level, trying to avoid being directly exposed in front of the windows. You realize I'm not on this level either. Now the difficult part - the stairs to the second story are directly in front of the glass front door that leads out onto the side of the house facing the busy street.
You hesitate, calling my name hoping for mercy, but I don't respond. As you stand there trying to decide your next move, you feel pussy juice running down your inner thighs - you realize the anticipation is a lot more exciting than you'd expected. Your nipples stiffen and you decide to go for it. You run to the stairs and bound up them as quickly as possible - cars are driving by and people are walking on the sidewalk and you hope that none caught sight of you.
You stop at the top of the stairs and look around - there are four doors and you wish you knew where to start. You wander around calling my name, through each room until there is only one door left. Your heart races as you reach for the door handle.