~The safeword is velvet~
It’s a little after 9pm, the warm autumn breeze plays gently with your hair as you walk briskly down the side street leaving behind you the sound of traffic fading into a muted buzz. Glancing up at the sky you notice that twilight is fast approaching making the shadows from the surrounding buildings deepen into an inky blackness.
There it is, the last house on the left — number 96. You laugh as you remember thinking how it would have been more appropriate if the house number was a 69 instead. It’s a twin-storried redbricked stand-alone house, looking up you notice that all the shutters are closed giving the impression that no one is home. The front door however is slightly ajar and on the step to the right you notice a small black box with a note.
The note reads, “Welcome! My house, my rules! Put the blindfold on, enter and enjoy. The safeword is velvet!”.
Inside of the box you find the required article of clothing in a crimson so dark it looks more black than red and silky to the touch. You hesitate for a brief second, but after a quick glance down the deserted street you put the blindfold on and step through the door.