She drove for another few minutes thinking she was nearing the edge of town, when in the far distance she saw the white sedan make a left turn. It took what felt like an eternity to get to the same intersection and she slowly eased the car into the same left turn. This smaller road now took her further away from the city and she did not see any sign of the white car in the distance.
Several thoughts occurred to her, did he know he was being followed, did he speed up, did he turn? She drove at a steady pace and began looking left and right to try one last attempt at spotting her adventurer.
Smaller driveways exited the road on either side which she knew was not promising, until she noticed a longer driveway on her left. As she passed, just at the end of the long driveway she could make out the rear of the white car finishing a left turn and slipped out of sight into a wooded lot.
“Holy shit, that has to be it,” she said out loud to herself as she passed the driveway.
She thought back to the times when she was driven to his place blindfolded, the sensation of slowing, the turn off the main road, a slow drive down a lane with another turn near the end. There was just no way that this wasn’t his drive and tucked away back in the wooded area she was sure there would be a pole barn, or the playroom as she liked to think of it.
Managing to drive safely while her mind raced was difficult and she snapped back to reality as she approached a busy intersection. An evil grin appeared on her face as she turned towards the direction of an adult toy store with a bit of revenge in mind.
As she approached, she tried to exactly remember what it was he had said he was going to do this evening. For her plan to work, she needed to know for sure if he was going to do some of his self-bondage play that he had talked about and also very discreetly hinted that may be his plan this evening.
She parked her car at the adult store and paused in the driver’s seat holding the cell phone. After a few moments to compose the message, she wrote, “Hey D, wanted to say have a great evening if I don’t get a chance to talk. I know you mentioned you were going to be ‘tied up’ later,” she sent as a text.
A smiled appeared on Derek’s face as he read the text. After a moment’s thought he replied, “Yes, I do have plans that require me to be slightly disposed of this evening. You might call it a bit of research. I will text you if it is not to late when I am ‘free’.”
She bit her lip subconsciously as she read his reply and the slight hint of the word “free”. He must be doing this crazy self-bondage she thought, and with that information she walked briskly into the adult store.
An hour later she was back in her car quickly driving back to her home with several purchases from the high-end adult store. She ate a small lite dinner and proceeded to take several minutes freshening up in preparation for her surprise visit. She also squirmed into the new outfit, which took several minutes to put on. Looking in the mirror, she was astonished at the figure looking back, but relieved in a way that it was truly what she had hoped it would be, for him.
Nerves were electrified as she started her car and began a slow and cautious drive towards the secret driveway. For reasons that were unknown to her, driving slow towards her destination seemed appropriate, as if she were sneaking up on her prey. That in combination with her kinky attire made her very careful and on alert. Being pulled over would not be a pleasant experience at this point she thought.
As she approached, she began thinking of what she would find, and what she was going to do. She would just have to wing it she thought. Turning into the driveway she turned off her headlights as she moved down the long lane, again wanting to be as sneaky as she could. It may not work, but for now this was beginning to heighten her adrenaline.
Slowing to a stop in front of the pole barn, she parked the car and as gently as possible opened the car door. She tried also to quietly close the door which she felt was accomplished as best she could. Before walking to the barn door, she applied the long over the elbow length black latex glove on each arm, completing her kinky outfit.
At the adult store, she had purchased a black form fitting catsuit with zippers in strategic locations, a black corset, thigh high boots with spike heels, and the gloves to complete the dominatrix attire. Taking the first step across the concrete walkway, her heels clicked towards the door. She felt she must resemble Michelle Pfeffer as Cat Woman and hoped she looked half as good as the actress did rocking the black ensemble. Truth be told she did.
Reaching the door, she hesitated and put her ear near the door frame trying to catch any hint of a sound or clue to his activity. Expecting he was bound, she assumed there would not be much noise and was not surprised when she did not hear any audible clues.
Her hand gently pushed on the door handle only to find that the deadbolt was locked. The security of the dead bolt also did not surprise her and would have been shocked to find it unlocked. Remembering the code that he had told his friend from a phone conversation; her latex clad finger pushed the 4-digit code. With each push, the lock made a beep and if he could hear, she knew a presence was now known to him. She grinned with great curiosity as to what now must be racing through his mind.
The tiny motor activated moving the deadbolt lock to the open position, and after one last deep breath, she gently turned the knob and pushed the door open.
The room was somewhat familiar to her as she had been the victim several times of his erotic whims. However, entering the room from the door was a new experience and having the freedom to casually look around was also new, as most of the time she was blindfolded while visiting the playroom.
The lighting was low but a few of the overhead lights were on, dimmed for ambiance. She saw a silhouette of a figure on what would normally be a large and heavy wood working bench. From the distance she could make out that this victim’s arms were slightly above his head, which confirmed her suspicion. Before moving forward, she took inventory of the rest of the space and slowly looked over the entire area, making sure there were no other people here. Satisfied that she was the only other person, she slowly moved forward.
His head turned toward the clicks of her approaching heels moving across the cement floor. His chest heaved up and down quickly with the growing anxiety. The last he had known, he was alone with the door locked. However, moments earlier he thought he had heard noises outside. The deadbolt opening was a clear signal that someone was there. And now, the unmistakable noise of high heels moving towards him caused his pulse to race.
His pulse did not need much encouragement as his current predicament was effectively driving him crazy, which was the plan after all. He was bound and had a set of implements tormenting himself very effectively.