She woke with a start. Something had pulled her suddenly from sleep. She thought it might have been a door slamming. Was it? She wasn't sure.
Another door slammed, then a car engine started. She tried to clear the fog from her mind, but now the pain was standing in the way. Her head felt like a spike was driving through her forehead. She reached up and massaged her temples until the pain dulled down to a throbbing ache. Cautiously, she opened her eyes. She was in her bedroom, and slowly she realized she was naked. Her body felt - weird. She took inventory. Her face felt stiff, dry. Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. Gradually, she worked her mouth and tongue until the saliva flowed again. She licked her lips. Odd...she tasted - him. That unique taste he had. Had he kissed her before he left? She tried to remember...anything. She fought through the pounding in her head to think back. The last thing she remembered was coming home from work. She remembered getting out of the car. It was Friday night and she was looking forward to going out. She remembered getting to the front door, then...nothing. The next thing she remembered was waking up here, naked in her bed and feeling like she had just come out of a long, too fun night.
"Oh, God! How much did I drink last night?" she thought. That had to be it. They went out, she drank way too much, and now she was paying for it. Was he pissed, was that why he left? She tried to shake off the confusion, but it just intensified the pain. So, she sat for a minute and let the room slow it's spinning until she could focus. After a minute, the pain subsided and she was able to look around. The room was a mess. It was obvious some...extra activity had taken place. Damn, she wished she could remember! Then, her eyes fell on the TV. It showed a steady blue screen - like it always showed right before they played a movie. Then, she saw the DVD player with a Post-It note on it. All it said was, "Play Me". Nervously she reached over and pushed the Play button.
The TV screen flickered then showed the inside of their room. He was on screen, looking at the camera.
"Hi, love," he said. "I know you've wanted this for a while. I decided to surprise you and have some fun when you get home. If you're watching this, you should have a nice show to watch." He smiled playfully, then stepped back. He was wearing his favorite jeans and no shirt. She smiled to herself as she admired his form. He was holding a bottle in one hand and a cloth in the other. "Chloroform," he said. "Let's see how you do with a dose of this." He reached for the camera. The scene blinked and then he was backing into the corner behind the door. In the distance, she could hear her own voice through the closed bedroom door. "I'm in here!" he yelled, then winked at the future her who was watching the scene unfold.
Knowing what was coming, she felt a warmth grow between her legs, and reached down to gently touch herself. Her pussy was sore, but nice. She could feel the wetness as her fingers worked inside her pussy and along her clit. Her excitement grew as she watched the screen.
