Entry

She takes her last preparation step before stepping into his lair. She dons the leather collar he has warned her not to arrive without. Ever. After buckling herself in, she pulls down the mirror to make sure the silver ring is perfectly centered in the front, right under her chin. Satisfied that she is presentable for him, she slides out of the car and walks, much more boldly than she feels, to the door.

She thinks she might test him, his power. Carefully, quietly, she lays a hand on the doorknob and within 3 seconds, she feels it turn. She tries to pull her hand away, but cannot and steps into the darkness as the door swings open. Not until the darkness surrounds her is she able to remove her hand from the doorknob and when she does, the door immediately closes. For a moment, she wonders if he knew, then realizes that of course he did. She couldn't keep herself from him from the first day and as their bond grew and continues to grow, she may never have that power.

She stands in the dark, very still, because she knows that this is his desire. The hairs on her arms stand at attention and there is electricity in the air. There is a faint sliding sound and then no other noise. No light. He clears his throat and she takes that as her cue. Off with her shoes, her skirt, her blouse. She's learned to do this in complete silence but still quite sensually. Even in this dark, he can see her and she knows that there are rewards to be had for her good behavior as well as punishment to be doled out for her bad.

She is standing in the dark in some of her sexiest lingerie. She knows he sees her; he has eyes like a cat. He would notice any slight motion. She, on the other hand, cannot seem to adjust to the darkness. Her fear was long ago replaced with anticipation, and it is with that same anticipation that she stands, awaiting his command.

The trip

It was still dark when she left the house this morning. Off on an adventure of an explicit nature. Off to rendezvous with her forbidden love. Off to bring to reality a fantasy that had been growing for quite some time.

Anticipation builds as she picks her way through dark and unfamiliar streets. She's just a little bit nervous, as, after all, she's never done anything like this before. There's never been this type of, connection, before. Close to her destination, she has to make her mind a blank. Because sometimes, he can hear her thoughts just as she can feel his touch from miles away. Her arrival is no surprise, but she's trying nonetheless.

As she sits in the car, building up the nerve to actually start the adventure, she feels a familiar nudge at her left temple and knows that he's awake and waiting for her. She's learned to open her mind to him, but not yet how to keep certain things quiet. She can hide her physical arousal as long as she stays clothed, but he always knows when she's thinking about sex. It's written on her face and her mind is a whirlwind of images of them in different positions, in different places.

She doesn't want to keep him waiting any longer any more than she wants to wait herself. She slides out of the car and into the night, the warm air enveloping her like a lover's arms. Just across the pavement lies the real beginning of the adventure.