'Don't move ... close your eyes and don't open them ...' Carmen's soft voice echoed through my fuddled mind. I did as she told me and closed my eyes. I love her voice; her soft Spanish accent giving her commands a musical quality to which I could only ever comply.
A warm spring evening in Barcelona, we had been out on the town since early but now it was nearly three in the morning and I for one was pleasantly drunk. Sleep, however, was the last thing on either of our minds. Swaying slightly, I felt a blindfold carefully tied around my head, the soft silky texture and lingering traces of her perfume telling me it was Carmen's favorite red pashmina -- a shiver ran through me as I wondered what game we were about to play.
'Sit on the table. Sit very still for me, Josie. We shall see if you are a good slut for your Carmen.'
'Yes, Carmen.' She took my arm and I lowered myself down to sit on the wooden coffee table.
'Tonight you may call me, Senorita Carmen, but speak English ... my guests are English.'
'Please ... Senorita Carmen ...' I felt a flutter of panic. I suddenly realised the guests would be the two English girls we had been chatting with at the last club, Rachel and Ella. They were both very good-looking and I had felt a strong attraction to the taller girl, Ella. But just because they were beautiful didn't mean they would react well to one of Carmen's lesbian games. I reached up to the blindfold only to have my hand slapped down.
'Ow!'
'Be good or I'll spank you. Be good and be quiet, Josie. They'll be here in a few minutes.' I sensed her closing on me just before her lips brushed mine, silencing all of my arguments.
'Don't worry, enjoy.' Her tongue gently parted my lips and I responded, opening my mouth our lips touching briefly and I tasted the sweetness of her last drink, her hand brushed my dress, gliding across my breasts sending shivers through me before pulling away.
'You be good. Do as you are told and don't you dare refuse anything ... do you understand?'
'Yes, Senorita.' A strange mixture of emotions ran through me as I realised I was being thrown into a situation I had no control over. I was being set up to be embarrassed, used and yes ... abused, but I would do as I was told ... and ultimately, I knew I would love every sordid, embarrassing moment.
I sat in silent darkness, alone but compliant and trusting in Carmen. Another shiver of nerves ran through me and I realised I wasn't as drunk now as a few moments before. I could hear Carmen in the hallway talking on her mobile, and then the sound of her heels on the parquet as she returned.