I had just gotten home, anxious to get out of my work clothes. I much preferred casual attire (shorts, T-shirt, and bare feet) to the white linen suit I had on. The red form-fitting blouse and red high heels matched the red buttons on the jacket, but it wasn't designed for comfort and I shed the jacket as soon as I walked in the door. I had dressed for an important meeting and as usual had gotten my agenda passed. Taking the clip from my dark hair and letting it fall softly below my shoulders, I headed for my room to change.
The doorbell rang before I could ferret out the T-shirt I was looking for. "Damn," I thought as I headed for the door. "Not Alicia now." I had a list of errands and was anxious to get them over with. My best friend, Alicia, had been having guy problems and some days I was certain she was watching for my car to pull in the driveway, so she could come over to talk. I needed to get some things done and had told her so the day before. I would stop over later, but maybe she couldn't wait. Well, she would just have to run errands with me.
At the door, stood some Fed-Ex guy with a package. I sighed with relief that Alicia wasn't going to pour her heart out about Phil. Alicia was into some kinky stuff and it was my opinion that Phil was taking things a bit too far.
Opening the door, I realized the Fed Ex guy was kind of cute; tall with blonde hair almost down to his collar, and the most unusual gray eyes. I could always appreciate a good- looking young man.
"Package for you, ma'am," he stated flatly. His arms held a clipboard and the biggest zip-lock baggie I have ever seen. In the baggie was a rather battered and torn box. I looked from the baggie to the Fed-Ex man. He was staring at me intently, as if trying to decide something.
"The package was damaged in shipping, ma'am," he offered as an excuse.
"So I see," I responded. The only package I was expecting was an order I had placed for some adult toys. Alicia had convinced me to order a few things, when she was getting some handcuffs and other kinky stuff. She knew I masturbated daily and she had promised me I would just love having toys as well. I had taken her advice and ordered what she had recommended. We had combined our orders to save postage and they were being delivered to my address. Although battered and torn, the package was discreet and it didn't seem to be obvious what was in the box. Decisively, he walked past me and laid the package on the small entry table, next to my keys.
"I need to make sure nothing was damaged......other than the box," he stated.
"Oh, I'm sure everything is fine," I shot back, almost too quickly. I was anxious to get on with my errands and there was no way I was unpacking this box in front of some stranger.
"Ma'am, Fed-Ex will replace anything that we damaged, but it has to be reported. I have the claim form right here and it won't take a minute to fill out," he offered. His eyes were smiling, but the rest of him was strictly business.
"No, no, I'm sure there was nothing breakable in the box," I countered. He handed me the clipboard, grabbed the baggie, and carefully removed the boxed before I could protest.
"Now, if you'll just check the packing slip with the items, I can be finished with this form and on my way," he said. He grabbed the clipboard as he tried to exchange it for the package. A side of the box I hadn't seen was flapping and the contents tumbled to the floor. It was obvious what the items were. Before I could bend down to scoop them up, he was sitting on his haunches over the pile of toys, grinning at me. I was flushed and knew I must have turned as red as my shirt. Picking up some kind of whip (obviously from Alicia's order), he offered it to me.
"Does this look damaged to you?" he asked merrily.
"Uh no, no," I quietly stuttered and grabbed it from him. I bent down to pick up a bright pink dildo wrapped in clear plastic. I was too mortified to look at him. The dildo was huge! What in God's name did Alicia do with something that big? I decided I didn't want to know.
"Do you think these still work?" he questioned with raised eyebrows. I looked over to see him holding the Alicia's handcuffs.
"I'm sure they do," I mumbled, continuing my reach for the dildo.
"We better make sure," he announced, quickly wrapping one cuff around my left wrist.
"WHAT?" I yelled as I tried to pull my arm away. He let it go to grab my right hand and in a flash, he had the other cuff on me. I stood up a bit too quickly, unsteadily getting my balance and backing away from him.
"Take them off," I ordered, "Take them off NOW."
"Is this what you wanted?" he inquired, as he examined the dildo. His other hand reached for the box that had the picture of a vibrator.
