I unlock the door to my apartment after a long day of work, intent on only one thing—sitting down in my recliner and doing nothing for at least half an hour. I take a step inside and am surprised to see a paper bag at my feet. A note is pinned to the side, so I reach down to remove it. The note is short and to the point. A smile crosses my face as I scan the page.
After reading the instructions, my clothes slide to the floor. I grab the bag and walk to my luxurious bathroom. I turn on the shower and step inside, running my fingers through my hair. I moan as my hands slide down my body, washing away the stress of work. I gently touch my nipples and sigh at the pleasant sensation. Shaking my head, I quickly scrub my body clean. I step out of the shower, excited and nervous at the same time. I dry my body and hair quickly, but thoroughly.
I reach into the bag and pull out a tight red bodice, covered in black lace accompanied by a black thong that leaves little to the imagination. Tall black boots and a blindfold complete the ensemble, and, after affixing the latter, I follow the final instruction given and call out a name—her name.
A moment later the door opens and I hear footsteps approaching me. I quiver in anticipation, not sure what to expect. A feather-light touch caresses my cheek, and I sigh. Her fingers slide down my neck, and I feel her warm breath at my ear as she whispers, "Follow me to the bedroom."
Blind, I reach out for her, grasping her hand as my only link to reality. I stumble along behind her, completely at her mercy. She grips my hand tightly and I gain confidence; we move more quickly until she stops abruptly. I continue forward, unaware that she has stopped, and fall on the bed, rolling over onto my back.
Her hands guide me up the bed until I reach the headboard. Strong fingers grip my wrists, pulling them to the bedposts where ropes bind them in place. My ankles quickly receive the same treatment.
I am panting from excitement when she kisses me, hard and deep. I moan as her hand strokes my neck. Her lips soon replace her fingers, and I gasp at the waves of pleasure it gives me. She bites my neck and I writhe beneath her. My chest heaves as my lover's hands wander down my body. She rubs my breast through the fabric of the bodice, and then I feel the blunt side of a knife run across my throat. I tremble, unsure of what will happen next.
I hear a low growl from above me as I feel the fabric rip off of my body. The rough treatment sends a fire to my groin, and I feel my thong become damp. My nipples are very suddenly pinched roughly. I gasp and twist at this brutal treatment.
Without notice, the pain is replaced by pleasure as my lover's warm mouth encases my right nipple. My back arches and a wordless moan escapes my lips. I jerk my head from side to side, wanting to be able to see what is happening to me.