I met you at the cocktail party in my back garden. I was delighted to see a new face, and you seemed so shy, not knowing anyone else here. Most of the people are wealthy and glamorous, and here you are young and out of your depth. I approached you, and we talked and drank and flirted. You seemed to come out of your shell a bit, and I asked if you were interested in a sexy little game. You said yes and followed me into my large house and to my bedroom.
Now you stand here, a bit nervous and unsure what will happen next. My hands are on your body, peeling the black cocktail dress off of you and tossing it aside, leaving you standing here in only your black silk panties. It surprises you how my soft hands can be so rough in handling your flesh, and my previously friendly voice has taken on a harsh, commanding tone. You suppress a shiver, wondering if it's yet too late to back out.