ONE
i'm home
alone
cleaning
doing chores
uneventful
another day - but lovely
the sun is out and the sky is clear
warm but not hot
shorts weather
drinking coffee with my feet up and the doorbell sounds
i open the door and there is no one there
i look across the street and down the block in both directions
and there is no one
i am alone
but
there is a wooden box at my doorstep
it's lovely
smooth like alabaster
but wood
crafted perfectly
like by an ancient artisan who has honed his craft over a lifetime
no seams are visible but there is a top
it comes off
and inside
it is lined with velvet
red
skocking red against the green of the grass and the blue of the sky and the brown of my life
and agsint the shocking red
is a card
perfect again
and i open it as i go inside
inside
because this is too much
too secret
this - i know is not for the world to see
inside where i can be alone with this exquisite box and the card from no one
and inside i clear the table
so the box is alone
alone with me
and i open it again
and the card is there and i open it
the card reads....
midnight tonight
only that
and i flip it over
and there is only one word...
submit
*
TWO
the time draws nearer
all day i wonder who
who sent this?
i have suspicions
i wonder
what is it?
i wonder what the future will hold
as i clean and busy myself with my daily tasks so i don't have to wonder
yet i only wonder more
and my imagination runs on and on
and the time draws nearer and i'm at a loss
what do i wear?
to submit?
do i go?
to submit...
i don't want to admit it, but i'm so curious
but
it's real
and i'm nervous
i want to...
i don't know
what do i want?
and the time draws nearer
and the sun dips in the sky
and i wonder
and i wonder
and this is worse than anything that could happen
so i dress casually and neatly like for job interview
but this wil be no interview
the note said submit
submit
to whom?
how?
my heart pounds in my chest
make up?
i'm so nervous
i slip into nice panties
and look at myself in the mirror
god and i doing this?
am i really going to go
i change the panties to my t-top g-strings
and my bra
the nice one that give me cleavage
i slip on my dress and head to the window
and the time draws near
and nearer
and then the phone rings
i cross the room to answer it
hello
nothing
my heart pounds
click
silence
and there is a knock at the door
this is real
my legs tremble as i cross the room to my door
am i doing this
in a way, am i already submitting?
is this enough?
my heart pounds and my breath is short
i stop with my hand on the knob to control my breath
to slow my heart
and i open the door
a chauffeur stands there
neatly dressed
professional
i'm here to escort you ma'am
of course
my voice cracks as i say it so i repeat it
of course
the man goes to the curb as i lock the door behind me
he opens the door to his limo
black and long
luxurious
for me?
i think and chuckle to myself
as i get to the car, he removed a small wooden box from his coat and gives it to me
i go to get in and he stops me
no ma'am, you must open it now
so i do
it's the same boxmaker as before
clearly
it's beautiful and seamless
thin as a wallet and light
i pop it open and inside there is a blindfold
i look at the driver and ask if i must wear it
he explains
you're not to know where we i take you
will i be hurt?
i've told you all i'm allowed
and so....
i bind my eyes
and i enter the car
the door closes
the motor hums
and we start to move
and i'm no longer wondering as i was
i'm strangely calm
trusting
safe
i feel now that i have already done what the letter told me to do
submit
but
there is that sense of nervous....
excitement
and wonder
yes wonder
of what lay ahead
THREE
the ride is smooth
languid maybe
if a car ride can be languid
i think that it's a waste to be blindfolded in a car with all this room
isn't the point of the limo to be in a car with all that space?
as quickly as i think this, the answer comes to me
the answer is in the blindfold
yes
the limo is a thing of opulent space
and the blindfold is there to deny it to me while at the same time i'm there in the space
and suddenly...
i'm a little nervous
i don't know where i'm going
and whoever has arranged this has thought this out completely
this experience
this night
the day
all of it
it's working itself into the core of me
affecting me at a deep psychological level
and even as i think this
i realize...
i'm thinking too much
and the smooth ride
the humm of the motor and the faint sound of the tires on the pavement and the slight vibration on the floor of the car
the motion
the movement
the going forward
it's all calming
and i flow with it
i relax myself with it
and i enjoy it
not just the ride
not just the luxury of the car
but
and almost more
the denial of it
and though nothing has happened
no pass has been made and the driver never looked at me or said anything to inspire this
i find myself geting turned on
the softness of the blindfold pressed cool and firl to my eyes
the darkness
completely enveloping
and the motion of the car
and then
after what must have been an hour of driving we stop
i hear the driver open his door and walk around to mine
he opens the door
i ask him
may i remove the blindfold now?
yes ma'am
so i do
and i see before me a mansion
looming in flickering torches in the moonless but star-lit night
cauldrons of flame line the stairs that sweep up to the main entrance
an enormous door of dark wood open enough to see the light inside
there is no one there
there is no music but for the wind - gentle and slight and cool
do i go in there?
yes ma'am
i step away from the car and onto the first step
the driver walks around to the driver's seat
gets in and drives away
and i'm completely alone
the lights of the limo disappear into the darkness of the night
and i look back at the house
and my heart starts again
but i've come this far
so i go
i move up the steps
past the flaming cauldrons
up to the door
and i peer in
hello?
hello!
nothing
i touch the door and i swings silently on its massive hinges
and
and i enter
i'm in a hall
and entrance lined on either side with rack after rack after rack of clothing and enormous mirrors spaced throughout
hello!
i'm here!
hello?
i call out as i walk forward looking atthe outfits
they are extrordinary
not for any one singular outfit's extravegance
but for the fact that they are so wildly varried
all in my size
there is a wedding gown
a man's suit
a school girl outfit
a cheerleader's costume
jeans
leather
t-shirts from every band i ever heard of
shoes
oh
the shoes
from nine-west to new balance
i go to the end of the room and try the door
it won't open
i look back across the room towards the door i came though
and it has closed
i never heard it move or sensed it at all
yet there it is
closed
and i try the door again
nothing
the clothes are for me
i know it
so i take a deep breath and pick something out
it's black and long and stretchey
not tight
but it fits like paint
and it is tight around my neck
holding my breasts tight
no bra
because the back plunges down below the small of my back
and i look at myself in the mirror
and i know
i know how hot i look
the dress drags out on the floor behind me as i move
and
and i love it
i go to the door and try it again
closed
but i know why this time
there is still something i've not shed
my panties
i slip themoff under my dress
i touch the door
and it opens
it opens to a room that takes my breath away
round
perfectly round with perfectly identical doors all around it
with a ceiling too high to be seen in the light given off by the thousand candles that light this room
and in the center of the room is
a wooden box
i go to it and as i open it i hear something behind me
and
the door has closed
i spin around
alone
with a new note in my hand
lost
alone
in a room of doors
and the note reads:
choose
i flip it over:
submit
FOUR
i spin around
enjoying
yes enjoying the dress dragging behind me
feeling its slight tug at my hips when i move as it slips along the floor behind me
this distracts me from my previous thought
submit?
again
submit
to what?
to whom?
what is this?
and again the dress pulls at my body as i move and pace and think
and then i pace more
now to feel the dress
and feel its tightness
i'm not being hurt
no one has threatened me
i feel safe
confused
but confused like being one drink past where i should be
yet not drunk at all
lost in the moment
and living each moment from feeling to feeling
i look down at the dress as it pulls taunt against my thighs as i move
i think about how my ass must look
and i walk the length of the room enjoying the image in my mind of
me
and i turn and walk back