She awoke uncertain of where she was. Her hands were tied behind her, and she was blindfolded. Another piece of fabric gagged her, firmly but not painfully. It was quiet, and she could feel the breath on her neck, and in her ear - “Shhhhhhhh. Stand up.” A man’s voice, but not one she recognized. Not one she could ignore, either.
“Walk with me,” said the tense voice in her ear. Escorted by the elbow, her high heeled shoes, black and shiny, clicked hollowly across what sounded like a wooden floor... carpet, then wood.. they paused, and a door was opened. “Step forward.” A new sound, but why couldn’t she see? It sounded like.. tile, warm, humid air, and there were slight echoes - a large room?
A hand pushed up through the back of her short hair, and another began to pull down the zipper of her dress, slowly, so slowly.. Stopping at her tied own tied hands, this stranger’s hands took her ass and squeezed. “mmmmm... I have plans for this.” Sliding her dress down, forward, it began to fall to her waist, the straps catching at her wrists, keeping it from falling to the floor. Reds and brown and gold, cut low, thin straps over her shoulders... The long, full skirt, falling in shimmering waves to her ankles... She’d fallen in love with the dress, paid for it with plastic, knowing she wouldn’t regret spending the money she didn’t yet have... it was the perfect dress, and who was taking it off her so seductively? What was happening? A party, a drink, then another drink...
Her wrists were untied, and her arms, sore and tired from the discomfort, relaxed, her hands meeting to rub at her lightly chafed wrists - the blindfold not even her first thought. “Good girl, that’s what I like... now, lets take this dress off...” He slid the straps down, careful of her wrists, she heard him kneel, and kiss the raw skin. “Step out of your dress, dearest.” His breath tickled against her skin, warm in the moist air. “Now take off your shoes.” Clumsily, unable to see what was around her, her arms held tightly in front of her, she stepped out of the heels, and stumbled against her mysterious captor, wondering why she was so compliant.. But his voice, so deep and dangerous - no matter that she couldn’t see - it was a voice that demanded faith, and obedience.
Gently, his hands moved up to her shoulders, and turned her around, facing away from him. Moving close behind her, he unhooked her bra, sliding his hands up under her breasts, cupping their weight - “What have we here?” Surprised, amused, a burr of laughter, almost - the small silver rings in her nipples were taken, tugged at, her bra tossed aside.
Safe in her blindfold - there had been no knife, no pain, just the small discomfort of her wrists - and that pain had been kissed and savored, she leaned back into a tall, hard chest, her now naked back finding an expensive material... a jacket? She wasn’t sure, but the cold cufflinks on her breasts suggested that he, too, had been at the party.
