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16:05 Feb 13 2007
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The letter had arrived mysteriously in the mailbox with no stamp. It was typed and there was no signature or return address. No clue as to the identity of the author. You read it through several times but still could not fathom who had sent it to you. The contents read:

"Go to the Airport Hotel at 6:30 tonight. Room 424 will be open for you. Further instructions await." Ordinarily you would have thrown the letter away. Or perhaps called the police to report your being harassed. But the events of the past week had you intrigued. First there were the flowers waiting in your living room with a cryptic note reading, "Perfection awaits". Then there was the box left gift wrapped in your car containing an incredibly sexy teddy that just happened to be your size. And of course there were the mysterious emails you found each night in your mailbox. Erotic scenarios sent with no return address.

So, you find yourself parked in the lot of the hotel at 6:25, nervously glancing at the dashboard clock every few seconds and wondering what you are doing there. As the clock changed to 6:29 you take a deep breath and step out of the car. You take the elevator to the fourth floor and follow the signs to the room. The door appears closed but pushes open at your touch, the latch having been taped over. You see an envelope taped to the wall inside the door. Another unsigned wordprocessed paper is folded inside.

"Angela, close and lock the door behind you. Then proceed into the room. First go to the door to the adjoining room and unlock it. Next, on the bed you will find a box. Open it and put on the things you find inside. Then kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed with your back to the door and wait."

You remove the tape from the latch so the door closes tightly. Then you slowly turn the latch to the adjoining door. On the bed is a small black box with a red satin ribbon tied around it. You slide the ribbon off and open the box to reveal a black lace half bra, black lace crotchless panties, a pair of thigh high black stockings with seams up the back, and a black leather blindfold. Your heart begins to race as you run your hands over the soft material. You lift the blindfold to your nose and breathe deeply the scent of the leather. In the back of your mind you know a little voice is yelling at you to get out. To run away to safety. But a stronger voice is saying you are tired of playing it safe. You are growing moist just thinking about who could have done all this for you.

You slip out of your clothes and fold them neatly on a chair. Then you put on the contents of the box. The bra acts as a shelf to lift your beasts but leaves your nipples exposed. And, the panties fit perfectly. You carefully adjust the seam on the back of the stockings so that it is straight. Then you kneel as instructed and pull the blindfold over your eyes. You can hear the beating of your heart, the tempo of your breath, as you wait in the silence for whoever shall appear.

There is a click and you hear the door behind you opening. Your heart is pounding and you find you are holding your breath. You jump a little as classical music, Rachmaninov, fills the room. Then you can feel the heat of someone standing behind you. You feel the weight of a hand as it smooths your hair back. Then you smell leather as something is brought down in front of your face. You feel a leather collar wrap around your throat and fasten behind your neck. Not too tight. But snug. The metal ring on the front jingles as you move. Hands reach under your arms and help you to stand. No words have been spoken. You can hear the steady breathing of the stranger behind you but nothing to give away who it might be. Soft and gentle hands glide across your back, down you arms, along your sides, pulling your hips back against some soft material. You can feel them as they breathe in the scent of your hair, your skin.

You are silently led to the bed and made to lie down on your back. Your wrists are taken one by one and you feel loops of soft rope wrapping them, pinning them to the corners of the queen size bed. Then the procedure is repeated on your ankles. You are now secured spread eagle on the bed, unable to get away, unable to see, the music is loud enough that you have trouble hearing the small sounds the stranger may be making. You heart is racing, your breath coming in quick and shallow gasps. You feel something soft on your stomach, running up the underside of your arms. It feels like fur. As it brushes across your breasts, your nipples rise up, as though seeking more sensation from the material they were just teased by.

The fur is followed by a hand and the two run over your helpless body like some sensuous train, exploring every curve and mound of flesh as they trace a path over your skin. The fur is left lying still for a moment, not moving, and you can hear some rustling. The fur slides off and after a moment you feel something warm drop on to you. After a moment something warm drops elsewhere. You realize from the scent in the room there is a scented candle burning. And, the warmth you feel is the hot wax dropping off the candle and onto your skin. A hand undoes the front hook on your bra and you feel the wax dripping onto your breasts, coating your erect nipples in warmth.

The hot drips are soon followed by cold ones. An ice cube held to melt above you perhaps. First a hot drip somewhere and then a cold one somewhere else. With the blindfold on you have no warning as to the location the next drop will be. So you lie in blind and bound suspense, your heart racing, you breath coming in gasps, your body responding to every new feeling. Another rustle and you hear a humming noise. Something vibrates across your nipples, slowly running down your stomach and each leg. It runs it up the inside of a thigh and just brushes the head of your swollen clit for an instant before it heads down the other side.

Your hips sway to follow it of their own accord, and you are rewarded for your enthusiasm by its return. This time it stays between your legs, running along your lips and slowly working its way inside them. A quick dip just inside you and it is well lubricated for a trip around your clit. Slowly it rubs up and down, all wet with your juices, vibrating against you softly. Then it grows stronger, more insistent. The movements grow slower as the vibrations grow faster and it finally settles against the top of your clit and the little nub on the left. Your hips writhe in pleasure and you cry out as you cum quickly. The vibrations slow and help to pump the last of the contractions from you.

Some more rustling is followed by a shift in the weight on the bed. You can tell someone is between your legs. Your ankles are untied one at a time and retied closer to the center of the bed, forcing your knees to bend and your legs to spread. Then you feel a hard penis as it touches your opening. The head of a warm, hard penis plays with your labial lips and then slowly enters you, stretches you, starts to fill you. It is big, but not too big for you to take. And it slowly starts to move in and out of you, the rhythm increasing.

The sensation on your clit gets stronger as the pounding gets faster. You feel the juices flowing from inside you. You feel other juices, thick, hot juices, irrigating your love hole. Your whole body explodes from between your legs and your cries of ecstasy are even louder than before.

As the pumping and vibrating slow to a stop and your body finishes its shaking the blindfold is removed from your eyes. You blink and see a man you know only from photographs. He sports a moustache, blue eyes, and curly blond hair. And, a satisfied smile on his face at what he has made you feel.

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