Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 21

butterfly

She hung up and a shiver went up my spine. She said I would need my rest. What did she mean? I knew I was going to see her playroom tomorrow. Would I need my rest for that? My mind raced through all of the possibilities, and at some point in my fantasizing, I was lost in sleep.

I woke up extremely frustrated after a night of steamy dreams. She called, but all she said was, "Good morning, butterfly," and then hung up.

I went for a run, showered and ate breakfast, but I still had hours to go until lunch. I was excited to see her playroom and time seemed to be standing still. I busied myself by paying bills, cleaning my apartment, and reading a bit. Hurriedly, I ate a light lunch, and when it was finally time to go, I picked up the keys and the contract and began to head to the elevator. The ringing phone stopped me.

"A little excited, babygirl?" she chuckled into the phone. I could feel the heat flood my cheeks. "It's okay, butterfly. Don't be embarrassed. Mistress is pleased that you are so eager. There are a few instructions, and then you may go and explore."

I nodded my head, somehow knowing she could see me.

Ten minutes later, the elevator doors were opening to reveal an extremely elegant penthouse. I recalled her instructions—from both her letter and her phone call. After using the elevator key to get to the penthouse, find the red playroom door. It is right off the living room. I saw the door immediately and walked over to it. When you are in the playroom, clothing is never to be worn. Today, however, I will allow you to wear your undergarments. You will strip down outside of the door. I removed my clothes as her words replayed in my head. Standing in a black bra and thong, I slowly opened the door.

I had spent the day preparing myself for what I might see, yet I still stood there in shock. It was nothing like I had imagined. Somehow, in my mind it had looked like some sort of a torture chamber, with cinderblock walls and chains hanging everywhere. This room, however, looked elegant, beautiful, classy. Three walls were a dark grey, while one wall was black leather. The walls were covered in erotic art. There were many framed, black charcoal drawings, with vague faces but detailed body parts. There were also various types of whips, floggers and paddles hanging on the walls. I wasn't sure if they were for decoration or if they were actually used.

Couches, chairs, and a few benches were placed throughout the room.

There was a dark, wrought iron bed in the corner, and several dressers lined one of the walls. I walked in, feeling the hardwood against my bare feet. I loved the sensation of hot against cold, and knew that I would also love the way the leather felt on my skin.

The purpose of some of the pieces of furniture was very clear—like the whipping bench—while other pieces, like the couches, seemed to be there for decoration, or perhaps the comfort of my Mistress. Walking toward the center of the room, I ran my fingertips across the back of a leather chair and realized that it had rings in several places where someone could easily be bound in various positions. When I looked more closely at the other pieces of furniture, I found that they were much the same, with places to bind someone. The thought of being secured to the different chairs and benches had me aroused. I could feel my panties getting wet.

I set the contract down on a table and continued to walk around the room, looking closely at everything while remembering her words. Do not be afraid to touch or explore anything. My hands grazed lightly over the wood on the dresser before opening the top drawer. It was filled with all sorts of creams and lotions. I continued my exploration, finding drawers containing nipple clamps, anal plugs, and an assortment of vibrators and dildos, along with numerous items I could not name nor tell their purpose.

I glanced at the bed, but before I could go over to investigate, something shiny on the leather wall caught my attention. When I looked closer, I could see that there were metal rings hanging flat against the wall at varying locations, and I wondered if this wall could be used like the furniture to secure someone in a particular position. Thoughts of being bound to the wall, like I had once seen a woman bound to a St. Andrew's Cross, had me feeling light headed.

I turned my attention back to the bed and walked over to it. There were no pillows or blankets, just a simple black sheet. However, there was a pile of pillows on the floor in the corner; one even resembled a dog bed.

I ran my hands across the sheets, imagining myself in this bed. Would my Mistress take me here, claiming me as hers? Or would she ask me to perform for her, as I perform for her at home? If she did take me, how would she do it? Would he fuck me hard, or would she make love to me? Somewhere in the penthouse, I heard a clock chime two, bringing me out of my musings. I had been there almost an hour and I still had not completed my assignment.

When you are finished exploring the room, you will write in your journal. She hadn't explained more, but when I looked around the room again, I noticed a small book on a table near the door. I walked over and picked it up, feeling the soft, blue velvet of the cover.

Picking up the pen that had been lying alongside of it, I sat in a comfortable looking chair. I opened the book and found that she had already written in it. It was the same perfect penmanship from the letter in my apartment. Tell me your thoughts on the playroom. Tell me what you found that you think you will enjoy, and what you found that you are curious about.

In my best penmanship, I wrote my reactions to the playroom. I wrote that I thought I would enjoy the ropes and handcuffs that I had found, and that I was curious about the nipple devices and the various whips, floggers, and paddles. When I finished, I set the book on the table next to my contract. I stood to leave and looked at the chair in horror. Where I had been sitting was a small wet spot. I had clearly soaked through my panties. And of most importance, you will treat the playroom with respect. You will always leave it exactly as you found it unless I tell you otherwise. It is your job to keep it clean. Her words echoed through my head as I stared again at the spot. What was I going to do? I needed a rag. I slipped out of the playroom and back into the penthouse. I looked around for anything I could use, and the first thing I spotted was the clothing I had taken off. Grabbing my shirt and moving quickly back into the playroom, I wiped the spot until I was sure it looked exactly as it had. I stood up and gave the room one last glance, hoping that I would be back soon, and that the next time, my Mistress would be here with me.