After I had been stood up by my date for the night, I called a few of my girlfriends and invited them to come up to the bar to keep me company. It was karaoke night and we talked, laughed, and sang ridiculous songs like Barbie Girl and My Humps until the bar closed. By then, I felt so much better I was actually kind of glad he had stood me up.
As we walked out of the bar, my friends and I stopped outside the back door. The air was crisp almost cold in early autumn. We talked and laughed for a little while longer, as we let our bodies adjust to the air temperature around us. Some of the ladies I was with smoked and they took the opportunity to light up before they got in their cars and drove home. I was a little tipsy, but home was not that far away just over the river from there.
"Are you sure you will be okay walking home alone, hunny?" One of my friends asked me, "It's late and I don't want anything to happen to you." She looked worriedly at me as I wavered a little on my feet.
"I'll be fine, I have less than a five minute walk home." I slurred slightly, but she did not seem to notice. She gave me a hug, and went to get in her car. Most of my other friends, ready to go home as well, gave me hugs and headed off in different directions. By the time all the others had left it was just my friend Monica and me.
"If I had known Rob was going to stand you up, I never would have introduced the two of you. I hope you are feeling better now, Beautiful." Monica purred in my ear, as she gave me a slightly longer hug than the others had. The hem of her dress brushed the toes of my boots. The endearment did not bother me, she was always calling me things like beautiful, sexy, and hottie. Before she let go, she drew me closer and gave me a questing kiss. This took me by surprise, because she had never kissed me before. What surprised me more was the fact that I liked it as much as I did.
I had always secretly wondered if I was into women. I knew I was not lesbian, I liked cock too much for that, but it was possible that I liked women, too. I had never pursued the idea before though, because I was too scared to try. As I tasted Monica's lips on mine, I felt a tug low in my body. Maybe it was just the liquor-Midori Sours did that to me-but I could feel myself kiss her back with the same fervor that she kissed me.
Startled by my reaction, I pulled away, and held my hand to my mouth. As I stammered, I asked if she would be okay to head home alone. She replied that she wanted to finish another cigarette before she went and that she would be fine. I felt awkward, as I mumbled a hasty good-bye and started toward home. My path took me across a small foot bridge that stretched over the river. The area around it was well lit with few trees, so I usually felt comfortable walking through the park alone, even at this late hour.
However, that night I was edgy, and wished I had not drank that last Midori Sour before I left the bar. I felt fuzzy from the liquor, I did not understand why I felt so uncomfortable. As I got into the elevator up to the bridge, I took a quick look around. Not seeing anything, I shrugged and waited for the doors to close.
I felt a little better as I crossed the bridge, I knew that no one could hide here. I stopped for a minute in the middle of the bridge, and looked out over the waters of the river toward the bay in the near distance. I had always enjoyed the view from the bridge at night. I convinced myself that my earlier discomfort was my mind playing tricks on me, and I continued across the span toward home.
On the far side of the foot bridge was a small baseball field, empty at that hour. I hurried across the parking lot, more because my feet hurt in the knee high stripper boots than any other reason. I came to the darkest section of my journey, my yard. My apartment was around the backside of the house and I had to go through the side yard to reach my door. Which meant that I had to transverse an area with no lights.
I came to my door, and fished around in my purse for a minute as I looked for my keys. As I closed my hand around them, I began to unlock my front door. As I slid the key in the lock and began to turn it, I felt a hand close over my mouth. A sickly sweet smell filled my nose and mouth from the cloth pressed to my face. As consciousness deserted me, my only thought was that I wished I had taken the obvious invitation Monica had given in her kiss.
Slowly I woke in my own bed, my mind was in a haze. At first I thought that it was just a dream, but then I realized as I tried to roll onto my side that I was tied spread-eagle to the bed. A frisson of fear raced through me, when I realized I had been stripped almost bare. Only my thigh-high stockings held in place by my lace garter, my lacey black bra, and the matching thong remained. My hair was loose and fanned out over the pillow wedged beneath my head.
Candles were the only light within the room, as they illuminated the little nods to my kink that I had hung around the room. My toys (the double-ended pink dildo, the vibrating "bunny", the soft velvet-wrapped paddle, the feather-tipped fake rose, and the anal beads) were all arrayed on the bedside table, straightened from the positions I had left them in. The clock beside them showed that it had only been about an hour since I had left the bar.
Only then did the fog in my mind allow me to register the small, sharp butterfly-style knife that lay open on the table beside the clock and toys. Terror shot through me at the thought of the blade used on my body to maim and mutilate it, before the same blade was used to finally end my life. I shifted my gaze from the blade, and realized I was not alone.
They stood at the foot of the bed, faces partially covered by leather masks. A man and a woman. Both were dressed in domme, he in leather pants and jacket with a black cotton t-shirt; she in an all-red leather bodysuit with strategically placed zippers. One, ran from the front of her pelvis over her pussy and up the back past her ass. Another, ran from just below her collarbone down past her tits almost to her navel. Something about her was familiar, but the fog that coated my brain was too thick for it to register.
As I watched, they engaged in a passionate kiss, and their hands roamed over each other. Her hands slide beneath the lapels of his jacket and she slowly slipped it off his shoulders. It felt wrong, to be a witness to that much passion between two people, but I could not pull my gaze away from them. Despite the situation, I again felt that tug low in my body. My gaze lingered on the curve of her hips and width of his shoulders.
As they broke apart, his attention turned to me and he realized I was awake. He nudged her, and drew her attention to the same fact. As she smiled, she sat down on the bed by my feet. She looked up at him, and waited to see what he would do next. I waited as well, not knowing what was going to happen next.
He walked over to the table, and picked up a slender, unlit pillar candle that I had not noticed before. He took it in his left hand, struck a zippo with his right, and held the flame to the wick. I watched as the wax slowly started to melt and began to drip as the flame caught the wick. He let it drip once... twice... and made sure I understood what was about to happen.
