Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 19

butterfly

As I knelt there nude, waiting for her to leave, I began to realize the absurdity of the situation. I had allowed a stranger to come into my home and do what she wanted with my body. She could have been anyone. She could have done anything to me.

My heart was still racing, the way it had been from the moment I heard her enter the apartment. When she opened my bedroom door and clicked off the light, I'd been terrified. It was so dark I couldn't even see shadows.

I jumped when she spoke, but she assured me that I was safe. Just hearing her voice made me feel secure, among doing other things to me.

I was so wet for her it was embarrassing, and I hoped she couldn't smell my arousal. Although I couldn't see her, and she hadn't touched me, I could feel her as she moved around my body.

Having her this close without physical contact was torture. At one point, she stood in front of me and I could feel her eyes as they stared at my breasts. The gentle puffs of air as she exhaled right over my nipple caused me to thrust my chest forward, hoping for any form of contact.

When she asked me if I wanted her to touch me, I said yes. It didn't matter that she'd told me she wouldn't be gentle and that she would use me for her pleasure. I should have been afraid, but it only excited me more.

She was pleased at my admission, but disappointed in me for thrusting out my breasts. I'd never felt so small in my life as when she had chastised me. As a consequence for my actions, she told me that I couldn't have an orgasm that night. I would have thought her command would be impossible due to how wet I was, but when she said the words, somehow I knew I would obey.

I heard the front door close and I waited for at least a minute and a half more before I removed the blindfold.

Because the lights were still out in my room, I used the glow from the hall to find my robe and head to the kitchen. On the table there was a handwritten note, several pieces of paper, and a key. I sat down and read the note.

Dearest butterfly,

You pleased me today when you presented your body for inspection, and even more so when you offered it to me for my use. I want to make sure you fully understand what it means to submit your body to me for my pleasure. When you give yourself to me, your body will become mine to do with as I want. Sometimes my hands may be kind, and other times they may be rough and demanding. As my submissive, you will give yourself to me to do with as I see fit. Know that you may not always like what I say or do, but you will always be safe.

I have given you a survey to complete to make sure that we are compatible. Please take your time on it and answer honestly.

As for the key, that is to the elevator. You will find my playroom located on the top floor of this building. Use the key to get up to the penthouse. Once there, my playroom is located behind the red door. I would like you to go to there tomorrow after lunch. You will place your completed survey in the room. Then you will explore the area and become familiar with the equipment. I encourage you to touch or try anything that you like. If you have questions, you may ask me when I call you.

Mistress

I read the letter twice more, stopping both times at the part where she stated that my body was hers to do with as she saw fit. I wasn't sure why it excited me so much, but like her words earlier, it did.

I was also shocked by the revelation that her playroom was in my building. I knew a bit about playrooms from an erotic story I had read online, but the fact that it was in my building meant that she probably lived here or close by. Maybe I knew her, had met her. The thought ricocheted through my head, exciting and terrifying me at the same time.

For a distraction, I picked up the packet of papers and started to read the instructions:

For each of these activities, mark whether or not you have experienced it and how much it appealed to you at the time. If you have not experienced that particular activity, your rating indicates the degree of satisfaction you think you would receive from that activity. Write the word 'limit' if the activity is something you would not be willing to consent to. Rank the remaining activities with a score of zero through five. Zero would be an activity that you would consider very undesirable, and a five indicates an activity that is very desirable.

It looked like a standard form—one she didn't create—and I wondered why she was having me fill it out. I had never said no to her. Why did she think that there was anything that I wouldn't do? I sighed and flipped to the first page. By the third page, I knew why. I tried to be open minded, but when it asked about diapers, I knew that I was walking into a whole new world. It turned out that there were a few things that I had hard limits on and wouldn't do. There were also a few things that I had to look up on the internet, as I wasn't sure the difference between a flogger, whip and crop.

I wasn't sure about trying any of them, but I was intrigued, so I marked them as twos. When I finished the form, I read it over twice, making sure I still wanted what I had marked.

I'd put off bed long enough. I didn't want to go to sleep without hearing her voice. It crushed me that she was disappointed in me, but I took consolation in the fact that she'd left the papers. It must mean she still wanted to talk to me.