The beginning of a long story - erotica *updated 10/13* I've been working on this story and I want to share the first portion of it. If anyone finds it interesting I'll post more of it as I go. Please tell me what you think, good or bad. The instructions were on a sheet of plain white paper. The address, the dress code and rules of conduct. Alone at the bottom of the sheet, well below the rest of the writing, were these two words. No safeword I understood immediately and it gave me pause to think. Was I ready? Did I trust him enough? I knew that failure to follow the instructions would result in dismissal from his service. Could I risk never basking in the glow of his stern gaze again? The answer was no. I needed to prepare. I take a long bath with ivory soap so that my skin only smells clean. I make sure that I am prepared for him to use whatever orifice he chooses without offending him. The clothes I wear are not of consequence, he will never even see them. I will enter offering him only myself, no more and no less. I drive to the address specified. It is a nondescript house well back from the street with no neighbors nearby. Well chosen but unfamiliar to me. I have been instructed to go to the side door and enter without knocking. This will lead me to the kitchen. I am to disrobe and enter the doorway to the right of the stove. I follow the directions and when I open the designated door I find that it is a stairwell leading to the basement. The only illumination is dim and far away from the bottom of the stairs. I know I am not to speak unless spoken to therefore I have to trust him and follow the stairs down with faith that he will be there to lead me at the bottom. As my foot touches the bottom step a voice from the darkness says “kneel with your hands behind your back, your head down and your eyes closed. Do not speak.” I stumble as I step onto the concrete floor of the basement and I hope for a hand to steady me but none comes. I do as I was told. The concrete is cold and seems damp against my naked shins and I shiver slightly. I kneel there on the concrete for what feels like several minutes. I strain to hear a noise, any noise that will indicate that he is there near me. I hear none. Suddenly something black comes in front of my eyes. It goes down over face and is tied around my throat. As it settles against my skin I can tell it’s satin. He’s put a satin hood over my head. I remain still and feel something go around my wrists and then a sound I can’t identify. As something thin and flexible tightens on my wrists I realize what it is. He has handcuffed me with a zip tie. My body tenses but nothing else comes. I wait to be yanked to my feet or told to stand but I hear nothing. I kneel there in total darkness waiting. I try to empty my mind. Waiting like this can be unbearable if you don’t control yourself. I take deep breaths and try to concentrate on the time. How many seconds has it been? Minutes? Finally out of the darkness, near my right side he says “Stand”. I jump as if he’s shocked me. How long has he been there? Why didn’t I hear him? I struggle to stand without my hands to balance me. I know I look ungraceful and hope he will not find me unpleasing. He gives me no time to regain my balance before he grabs my wrists and pulls me in his direction. He presses me against him, front to front and says “I hope you’re ready, there’s no where to run to now”. I can feel his bare chest and the cold of his belt buckle pressing against me. He holds me there for a minute and then turns me to walk in front of him as he pushes me with a hand on my wrists. I feel warm air and I think the room is lit but it’s hard to tell thru the hood. He stops me and says “kneel with your knees apart” I kneel and I can hear what sounds like chain jingling. Something cold touches my breast and I jump. “Be still!” he says harshly and I try to stay calm. I can’t lose control this early in the game. The waiting and the hood are having an effect on me. I start to panic and I pull against the zip tie trying to get my hands free. Suddenly I feel him kneel in front of me. He pulls me to him and says gently against the hood “If you can’t handle it tell me now. If we go further and you begin to struggle there will be only punishment.” This is my last chance to back out.