Years ago, when I lived in Florida, I got an anonymous letter in the mail. It was post-marked from the town I was living in, having been mailed the previous day, but had no name or return address. I didn't recognize the handwriting. Inside was a typed note-
"You are commanded to appear at the Hampton Inn Hotel at 123 Atlantic Dr. in Daytona Beach Florida, Friday the 23rd, at 9pm. Bring an overnight bag. If you are particularly good, you will be permitted to spend the night. To demonstrate that I know you, your mother's maiden name is Smith and your birthday is 04/22."
The info on my mother and birthday were accurate.
The note was unsigned.
As you can imagine my heart leapt out of my chest. Who could have written this? Who could know me so well? To be sure there were one or two ex-girlfriends who might know what buttons to push, but they all lived out of state. But I knew I had to go. If I didn't the frustration of not knowing would kill me.
When Friday rolled around, I packed my bag and drove the 45 minutes to Daytona Beach. I found the hotel and the appointed time I was standing in front of room 123. There was a plastic bag hanging from the doorknob and a note pinned to the door. In the bag was a sleep mask.
The note said:
"Put the mask on, fur side down against you face. Knock when you are ready.
There are only two rules.
1. You are not in charge.
2. You may only speak to tell me you are about to cum, or if there is something you are uncomfortable with. Your safe word for tonight is "Blue."
Heart pounding, I put on the mask, made sure I really couldn't see, took a deep breath and knocked.
The door opened and a hand took mine and led me in. Nobody spoke. Once inside my overnight bag and coat were taken from me. I was turned around a couple of times and then lead forward, soft hands taking each of mine. My hand was placed atop a large, firm breast covered in a lacy negligee. I was relieved to find out my seducer was a woman since up to this moment I hadn't the slightest clue. I was led over to a chair where I was sat down.
All the while I'm trying to figure out who this could be. Who's the wildest lover I know? Who's this bold? Who had breasts this size? What can I tell from her hands? I felt that she was a full-figured woman. Not fat, but zaftig. Ripe. But with my taste in women this didn't narrow the field even a little.
She started undressing me. First my boots and socks, then my belt. She motions me to stand, and I step out of my pants. She strips off my shirt and finally my briefs. There I am, naked, wearing only the sleep mask. Now she guides me over to the bed and has me lie down. She keeps scooting me up towards the headboard until my head is just about touching it. Then she takes my right hand, raises it to the headboard, and ties it to the outer post with some pre-positioned bond that felt like a bathrobe tie. Then she comes around to the other side, takes my other hand and ties that to the left-hand post. My heart is bounding, not pounding mind you but BOUNDING, in my chest. I cannot believe I've let this happen. I'm completely helpless now. Whatever happens now is completely up to her. All I can do is hope she has my interests at heart.
She leans in close and I can hear her sniffing at me like some kind of hungry wolf. I move my head up to get close to her, but she just presses it back down onto the pillows, rather contemptuously. Then she stands near the headboard on the right and takes my bound hand. She presses it against her panties and her cunt is a swamp. She is soaked right through and just pulsing with heat like a radiator.
Then she sets to work on me.
She runs her fingertips up and down my arms, my chest, my belly, my legs. She traces them around my cock and balls. She then starts using her fingernails, scrapping them across my skin with these little quick scratches. She pulls on my nipples, pinching them and twisting them as I'm wriggling around. By now every nerve ending in my body is standing up on end.
She works my balls around in her palm. She squeezes them, not too hard, but there is this unspoken suggestion that if she wanted, she could pull them right off because their hers now, not mine.
She also works my cock with her hands, stroking me up hard. She tries different speeds, different amounts a pressure. It's not long before I have to engage Rule #2 and gasp "I'm close to cumming." At which point she lets my cock go and goes back to teasing the rest of my body again.
Only this time she uses her mouth. She licks, kisses, sucks and bites her way across me. She pays particular attention to my nipples which she bites on hard, but not so hard I have to say "Blue." Then she rolls my balls in her mouth and I feel them scraping against her hard teeth. Again, I feel a little fear, but that just energizes my arousal.
She gets between my legs and licks all around. She even lifts my legs towards my chest and licks the cleft in my ass, darting her tongue against my tightly clenched hole. Then she puts my legs down and began to go down on me with gusto, using her hand to guide my shaft while she gobbled it up. Of course, I began to get close, I warned her I was close, and she stopped.
