She shivered in the cold November air, but it wasn’t just the chill that dimpled her flesh and shortened her breath… it was the sheer insanity of her choice. She stalled for what seemed like forever, one leg hanging out of the driver side of her car, the option to get right back in and drive home tugging at the corner of her mind. The phone chiming in her hand nearly made her jump, as he always seemed to send these little messages of his in time with the doubts she had. Thumbing across the screen she gulped as the list of instructions followed, before pushing herself up out of the car and shutting it behind her. This was what she wanted, the call of that deep husky voice she’d had whispering in her ear throughout the week previous drawing her ever nearer.
‘Down the stairs to the maintenance area, turn to your left and face the corner~’ The teasing message, accompanied with a picture leading to the start of the staircase, requested nothing but laid out the path he knew she wouldn’t be able to help but follow. It was strange however, the first time she was going to meet the elusive man she’d been speaking to all week… to be in such a place. Surely a man such as he was more befitting some dark and smoky club, the likes of which catered only to those of selective tastes. But here she was… at the mall, walking down a set of stairs to the exits of the built in movie theater. She felt at ease by the people she passed in order to get there, something she almost knew was in his twisted little plan, but her heart did jump up into her throat as she followed the winding little path to its end. To her right in the distance she could see another of the mall’s parking-lots, the patrons who were leaving their vehicles behind not even shooting a passing glance in her direction… while right in front of her in the corner she was obviously meant to stand in… hung a blindfold from a length of fishing-line.
She pondered for a moment asking him if she should put it on, before shaking her head and popping the bit of cloth free of its restraint. This had been left by him and she knew it, and with only the briefest moment of hesitation, she slipped it over her eyes and stood… as she’d been told… in the corner.
Moments passed, every second torturous… every minute an age gone past. Standing there in public, hearing the laughter of passersby above, she felt oddly singled out and on display. Her pulse pounded in her ears, her face surely crimson from the sheer amount of blushing, and her thighs squeezed together. God he hadn’t shown up, hadn’t even touched her and already she was wet. How could a man she’d never met hold such power over her body? The words he’d whispered to her over the phone coming to her mind as she’d not heard them yet today… was it an addiction? Was it healthy…? Was it wrong..? Oh… so… deliciously… wrong…
As doubts began to settle into her mind she heard the footsteps, not the ones from the mall’s regular occupants above her… but ones much more close, crunching against the concrete as they came closer. Every nerve ending in her body lit afire as her body cried out for any sensory input…. before a heavy jerk came to her ponytail and she could feel the solidness of the man who’d made her cum without ever having seen his face. “Why hello there Puppet…” That voice… the voice that had led her here… sounded out once more into her ear, but bringing with it the heat of his breath and the knowledge that she’d stepped from the realm of fantasy and into this mirrored reality. “…Now, unzip your pants.”
-To be continued, should the community be interested in it.-
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