Another text message appeared on the screen, this time, it was from him “Black Velvet is the safe word. You would do well not to forget it.” Fuck! I can’t believe I am actually doing this. He was a complete stranger and yet her I was, parked outside 1481 Broadway, probably never to be seen from again.
[2 Weeks Prior]
It’s not like I had never experimented in life, it’s just that I never quite got what I wanted. I had plenty of boyfriends who had tried – and they always failed. Handcuff me to the bed? Check. A few ropes around my ankles and thighs? Sure, why not. Choking me while they fucked me from behind? Of course. Whips, chains, blindfolds? I’ve tried it all.
But while it was fun, it wasn’t what I wanted – no, what I desperately needed. I wanted to be truly dominated, to be used, and not just with a few silly ropes or chains. Everything always ended as soon as they shot their load and I needed more. So much more.
That’s what finally brought me to this hell-hole; I thought I may be able to find someone who could scratch my itch on the internet, but so far all I’ve seen are penises and that occasional offer for a tryst with a couple… Not exactly what I am looking for.
I was just about to give up when he messaged me; he was known simply as Mr.Drake.C.E and all he said was “Do you feel like you’re missing out?”
I didn’t know how to respond, or what he meant. I almost didn’t answer at all. He didn’t have a profile picture, or a profile for that matter. It was all too fishy. Maybe it was the wine or perhaps I was just over it all, but all I could say was “What, on you?”
“No, on being owned.” Whew, kind of forward. “Oh, and you’re the expert who’s going to teach me a lesson I bet?” I responded; I knew how these guys were. This would just end with a quick romp between the sheets and me left unfulfilled.
“That depends if you’re willing to go down the rabbit-hole with me or not, Avery”
[nearly a week later]
“Hello, I have a delivery for a Ms. Avery Lopez?”
“Yes, that’s me” I replied, as he quickly handed me a small black box and left. It didn’t say who it was from, but I already knew. I was supposedly going to wear this this on Saturday. I had been instructed not to open it until then and I was still deciding if I was going to wait or not.
As I closed my door, I could hear my phone go off. “Did you get my package?”
“Yes, but that’s mildly creepy. He just delivered it; are you watching me…?” I felt a chill go down my back. I still couldn’t believe I was letting this go on for so long. I still had yet to see a picture of him and he refused to answer many questions about himself.
Yet it was like he knew me. Every fantasy, every thought, he could somehow put into words better than I could dream them. Still, he had this annoying habit of creeping me the fuck out.
“It’s the technological age; as soon as you signed for it I got notified, Avery. Would you rather I wait a few days before I asked if you got it when I know someone did?” Good point, but still creepy.
“Still makes you seem like a stalker.” That should quiet him for a little while. “I pay attention to those things that interest me and you wearing this outfit on Saturday interests me.” Touché.
“You still didn’t tell me what we are doing this Saturday” I replied.
“An introduction is all. Are you getting wet feet, Avery? I thought you liked where this was going”
“Not if I’m not alive to relish the bruises afterwards” This was going to get out hand quickly, I surmised.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get everything you want and more.”
“If you say so” I replied, still unsure.
[Saturday evening]
I still couldn’t stop staring at the open black box. It wasn’t exactly what I expected. It was a simple little back dress. There wasn’t anything fancy about it. I had figured he would send lingerie or some skimpy outfit, but no, this was like many I had in my closet.
Finally, shoving my disappointment way down, I lifted it out to try it on. I was surprised to find that it fit well, he must have some eye for sizes or got really lucky. After adjusting the dress a bit, I returned to the empty box only to find that it wasn’t quite as empty as I had thought.
On the bottom was a simple letter in flowing letters and a small black blindfold. Interesting; picking up the letter, I read quickly:
Avery,
This is your list of instructions. From this point on, you are to follow-through with everything I have listed. Your attention to detail in this matter will be much appreciated and you will find that it will make your introduction that much simpler.
You are to place in this box a set of clothes for normal wear. Close the box and bring it with you tonight. The dress is for you to wear tonight, feel free to wear whatever other accessories you feel obligated to.
You will also have no doubt found the blindfold that I have enclosed. I have found that I like a bit of sensory deprivation at the beginning of our play sessions and that it can be of some novel value. You are to wear this upon arriving at my house before entering and will only take it off when I tell you to.
I want you to know that at any time you can simply back out of our arrangement. The safe word will be “Black Velvet” moving forward. If at anytime we do
something that makes you uncomfortable, doesn’t feel safe, or you simply don’t want to do, you just have to speak those words for the scene to end. But I must stress that if you choose to back-out at any moment, or don’t comply with my instructions, that is it, and our arrangement will end.
Mr.Drake.C.E.
This is fucking crazy, I shouldn’t be doing this… He’s insane and I am just as insane if I follow through!!
Stay tuned for "Black Velvet"
