| Straight: BDSM: Hard Day's Lesson - Part 2 (1/7) |
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She felt herself starting to wake up, but felt very groggy. Her eyes opened and she was confused. Where am I, she thought. Soon her head started to clear and she began to remember, and suddenly she realized that she was still in the hotel room, still dressed, and she was very confused. Was it a dream? She sat up and looked around, not quite understanding what was going on. She made her way to the bathroom and turned on the light, the brightness causing her to squint and rub her eyes. She splashed her face with cool water to try to take away some of the grogginess and then made her way back to the bedroom. She noticed a piece of paper lying on the bed and went to pick it up. As she read the words, the terror became almost overwhelming. "If you ever call the police again you may not wake up next time. No one can help you, and you have no one to blame but yourself." She didn't know what to do, she now knew that she couldn't call the police. She immediately thought of Him, and as fast as she could she made her way to the phone and dialed His number. "The customer you are trying to reach is currently unavailable." As the words of the recording sunk in the tears started to stream down her face. She wanted to go home and realized that she was no safer here than she was at home so she threw the few things she had with her together and headed to her car. She was halfway home when her phone rang that she had a text message. "Drive safely," was all it said. The rest of the drive was a blur; her mind was spinning, not knowing what was going on or who this all knowing stranger was. It wasn't any time until she was pulling into her driveway and rushing to get in the house. She opened the door and her heart stopped. On the chair by the front door was a tiny black see through dress stockings and high heels, and a note: "Call your work and tell them you won't be in, that you have to go out of town for an emergency then go directly upstairs and get changed into this outfit, sit on your bed, close your eyes and don't dare open them and wait." She froze for a moment, not quite sure what to do. She realized that running would do no good and she couldn't call the police. She realized she had no choice, so she took the clothes and followed the instructions in the note. She was very careful that she made the phone call to work sound real now that she was unsure if he could see or hear her, and she didn't want to do anything to anger the stranger and cause him to hurt her. It felt like she had been sitting on the bed for hours but she knew it had only been minutes until she heard the front door open and then close again, her heart began to pound uncontrollably, she had never felt fear like this before. She soon hear the footsteps as the face less stranger walked up the stairs, she had never notice the stairs creek so much. She sat frozen with fear, she knew he had entered the room and wondered what was going to happen to her. She felt his presence close to her, and felt his breath on |
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