It began with a teasing comment. Some offhand remark about being blindfolded and exposed. Not allowed to talk, not knowing where he was or what would happen. The sexual thrill of the unknown.
“Do you think you could do that? Not ask questions?” He’d said with a chuckle, knowing he was pushing my buttons.
I raised him with a playful glare, a challenge and the conversation was forgotten. Or so I’d thought.
“I have a task for you. Will you do it?”
The message came a few weeks later.
“What do you want?” I’d fired back, excited for a new challenge.
“No, you have to agree first. Do you trust me?”
“Of course. Yes.”
“Good girl.” Now he was just playing dirty. He knew exactly what those words did to me.
“I want you to be ready in 2 hours. Leave your doors open. I want you shaven, soft and completely bare. First part of the task, I want you to have ear plugs in and to be blindfolded, kneel with your ass to the door presenting yourself. Do not move or look. Don’t talk. Just wait. Do you trust me?”