I text you to make sure were on the same page. You assure me that you are now putting the blindfold on and that you will be in heels, underwear and bra and sitting on your bed, as well that your door will be unlocked and it’s apt (or hotel) number 124.
You sit and wait patiently. Your door clicks open, and there is some shuffling. The stranger moves through your house, looking at the pictures on your fridge, grabbing a drink, making his way to your room. Your nerves spike just a bit when you hear him enter the room. You want so badly to reach up and take off the blindfold, but you can’t, as was agreed upon.
The smack across the face stings more than usual because you couldn’t tell it was coming. You’re a bit shocked but also almost instantly wet. And now you really don’t know what to expect. A stern voice tells you to stand up hands to your side. You hear the sound of a zipper, and some rustling of paper. Maybe a clipboard? Your mind races, is he going to put paper cuts on me?!?