Last night, I came home from work with a tingle of excitement in my belly. I knew to expect something different. We used our codeword "date night" to indicate a new sexual experience. It was your turn to choose, to plan, to decide what this experience would be. I had no clue what you had in mind, but I could already feel it was going to be a wild night.
The house was empty when I arrived, your car missing from the driveway. I half expected to find you hiding somewhere, but I knew that that would be too simple. I made my way to our bedroom to find that you had left a note on the bed, attached to a big brown box. The note read, "wear this, and meet me at 3245 Wellington Road, apartment 401." I didn't recognize the address but had an idea of where Wellington road was.
I showered, making sure to shave everything, moisturized, and then opened the box to find the black thong you had chosen for me, a pair of classic black high-heels and a beige trench coat. With a small smile, I slipped into the thong and proceeded to finish getting ready. Red lip, black eye-liner, and straightened hair it would be. I know how you like it when my hair is pin straight.
I put the trench coat and shoes on and left the house. The drive only took about twelve minutes, but the anticipation of what was to come made it feel like hours. I was a little nervous, the tingling of excitement in my stomach becoming entangled. I slowly made my way into the building. The elevator brought me up from the ground floor, stopping at the second floor to pick up a man. He smiled briefly and walked slightly further into the elevator so that he was behind me. The elevator continued to the fourth without stopping at the third. At the fourth, the elevator doors opened and before I knew what was happening, I was blindfolded from behind.
