4 years ago. May 9, 2020 at 2:23 PM
You arrive to the hotel at the specified time and check in at the front desk. You approach the desk clerk and introduce yourself to her. You tell her that I have left a message and a spare key for you. She nods knowingly and reaches under the counter and brings up a small, black case, a white envelope with your name written on it and a card key with the number 913 printed on the side. You walk to the elevator and press the button. A moment later the doors open and you step inside and press the button labeled "9." After a moment the doors close and you open the envelope then pull out the plain white stationary.
"Enter the room and place your cell phone and all of your jewelry in the box I have provided. Place the box inside the safe to the right as you enter. Remove all of your clothing and place it neatly in the top drawer of the chest. You will find a blind fold on the nightstand. Put it on and sit at the foot of the bed with your hands folded in your lap and wait quietly for my arrival."
You fold the note and put it back into the envelope just as the elevator reaches the 9th floor. The doors open and you step into the hall. The sign before you reads 901-910 to the left, 911-920 to the right. You turn to the right and walk to room 913. You pause in front of the door for a moment staring blankly at the brass plated numbers. You take a deep breath, hold it in a moment and then slowly exhale as you fumble with the card key.
As you slide the card into the slot the red light turns green and you hear a clicking sound letting you know the door is unlocked. You pull the handle downward and push open the door. The room is dimly lit by a small lamp on the nightstand but you are able to make out the king sized bed, a flat panel TV and a chest to the right of the entry way. There on top of the chest is a small, grey safe with an electronic key panel. The door on the safe is slightly ajar. You walk toward the safe clutching the black box tightly. It occurs to you that you don't know the safe combination and that once you place your possessions inside they will be locked away out of your reach until I decide to open it. You start to feel slight separation anxiety at the thought of placing your cell phone inside but you know the consequences if you don't comply so you empty your pockets, remove your rings, bracelet, and necklace, your car keys and lastly your smart phone and place them all carefully in the box. You then put the box inside of the safe and place your hand upon the door handle. You hesitate for a moment but then push the door closed until you hear it latch.
You turn and face the bed as your hands move to your collar finding the first button on your blouse. You slowly move downward unbuttoning each hole until the silky shirt hangs open revealing your lacy, black bra. You slide out of your shirt and fold it carefully and place it on the quilted bed. Next you find the zipper on your waist and unzip the tight fitting pencil skirt wrapped snugly around your curves. You give a slight wiggle as you free it from your womanly hips and slide it down your legs. You step out of it, fold it and place it on top of your blouse. You turn toward the mirror and pause to look at your reflection. Your eyes move carefully over your entire body, now only clothed in a matching black lace bra and thong panty and a sexy pair of black patented stiletto heals. Your caramel complexion is nicely contrasted by the elegant lingerie and you are momentarily pleased by your appearance.
You hear voices from the hall outside of the room and you immediately remember why you are hear and quickly begin to remove the remaining garments. You reach behind your back and unclasp the bra; the weight of your full breasts now free and only dropping slightly. You take it off and lay it over your skirt. Then you hook your fingers at the hip of your panties and slide them down and carefully step out of them. They then find their place next to your bra. Lastly, you step out of your heals and place them neatly at the foot of the bed.
You are now completely nude as per your instructions. All that remains is to place your clothing in the top drawer of the chest. You do this quickly and then take inventory by looking once more at my note and mentally checking off each instruction one by one.
"The blindfold!" you think to yourself.
You look to the nightstand and see a silky, strip of black cloth with ribbons attached to each side. You walk over, take the blindfold, place it over your eyes and then tie it behind your head using the delicate ribbons. You then feel your way to the foot of the bed, gently sit down upon it and fold your hands carefully in your lap.
You have no sense of time beyond waiting. You sit in silence patiently awaiting my arrival. The silence is a lie as your mind is screaming over and over at you to leave this situation. You've never experienced this level of anxiety in all your life but for some unknown reason; some forgotten willpower you didn't know existed; you remain seated and quiet. You somehow manage to regulate your breathing and try very hard to pretend that you are calm and collected. On the outside you are as still and as cool as a crystal statue. On the inside you are a raging inferno of molten hot anxiety. The fact that you have no way to gauge how much time has passed only adds fuel to that fire.
But still you wait.
You hadn't noticed before but now the torment in your mind has manifested a heightened sensitivity in your flesh and you are suddenly made very aware of your exposed state as the chill in the air causes goosebumps to appear on your otherwise flawless and smooth skin. You regret not adjusting the temperature before committing to your assignment and momentarily contemplate moving from your position to correct your mistake when suddenly you hear the unlatching of the door behind you.
Your breathing, which you had finally managed to regulate, has once again become shallow and irregular. You feel the knot beginning to form in the pit of your stomach and your anxiety transforms immediately into panic. You feel the heat from the tears welling up in your eyes and your face becomes flush with nervous fear. You want to cry out but you stop your sobs preemptively before even the slightest sound escapes your lips. You swallow the saliva in your mouth and you feel it moving painfully down your throat as if it were a large, unchewed piece of meat.
The door swings open with a slight breeze and then it is quickly shut with nothing more than the sound of the bolt springing into the jam. Afterward you hear the chain sliding into place and then the room returns to silence.
You haven't yet detected my presence beyond the logical association of the door opening and having the prior expectation of my arrival.
I remain silent.
I could describe to you what I'm doing in this moment but I've chosen to work in silence. For now I'm inspecting to see that you have followed each of my instructions to the letter. I begin to move around the room and I see your head, ever so slightly, tilt in my general direction. It's not enough to call out but it lets me know that the depravation of your sight has increased the sensitivity of your hearing exponentially.
This plays decadently and deliciously into what comes next.