I open the door and step inside.
My work bag drops to the ground, and my fingers start loosening my tie.
Like usual.
Then I notice the envelope on the ground right in front of me. One of those thick brown ones, like what I use at work.
With a strange, purple string wrapped around it.
Not usual at all.
I pick it up and pull slowly on the delicately tied knot. It releases, and I pull out a piece of paper.
I read the title printed in big bold letters at the top.
”YOUR VALENTINE’S DAY COMMANDMENTS”
I recognize the writing - It’s hers.
Underneath the title lies one sentence. Followed by ten lines, numbered 1 - 10.
My eyes scan the sentence.
“Read these OUT LOUD, to make sure you understand and follow them PERFECTLY.”
I do as I’m told.
“1. Don’t take any clothing off, not even your tie. You will need it.”
My imagination starts churning.
“2. There are two shots of tequila on the counter, next to a small box. Take the shots now, then put the box, unopened, into your pants pocket.”
I look up at the counter. There they are. One filled shot glass, and a palm-sized box next to it.
I pick the box up and eye it momentarily. Plain, with no distinctive words or packaging on it. It drops into the pocket of my slacks, and I take the tequila to my mouth.
I feel its warmth all the way down my throat and return to the paper in my hand.
“3. Tie the purple string from this envelope around the neck of your tie. Don’t ask questions. Just do it.”
I hold the string up to the light. What is this strange color and material? Some kind of nylon? It slides easily through my tie loop as I pull it taut. The length of it hangs down to the middle of my chest.
“4. Come to the bedroom door. Read all following commandments now, BEFORE you enter.”
I make my way around the corner. The bedroom stands before me. There is a faint sound making its way through the wood. I can just make it out.
It’s her. She’s moaning in pleasure, deep and heavy. My cock starts to stiffen in my pants.
I want to see what’s going on in there. But I have commandments to finish reading first.
“5. Knock 5 times slowly. Close your eyes and enter. When the door is closed behind you, open your eyes.”
I do as I’ve been ordered and read the rest of the commandments. Hearing them out loud is turning me on even more. I wonder if she can hear me through her cries of pleasure.
“6. Absolutely NO TALKING. You will stay quiet, no matter what. And you will not turn on the light. You won’t be needing it.”
“7. Place your tie EXACTLY where it goes, when you come from work.”
Exactly where it goes? Does she mean...
“8. When I tell you, remove the item from the box in your pocket. You will know what to do with it.”
“9. You will finish hard inside of me. Your cum is mine to take, and I want all of it to keep tonight. Every drop.”
My cock reacts to the line before my brain even does. It jumps uncontrollably.
“10. Read commandments 6 -10 again, so you remember them. This paper will be useless once you enter the room.”
I’m equal parts confused, aroused, and eager to see what awaits on the other side of this door.
I take one more look at the paper. No talking, no light. Put my tie where it goes in the evening. The box in my pocket is on hand. And whatever happens on the other side of this door, my cum belongs to her...
My knuckles meet the wood. Five, slow, knocks.
The moaning stops. I close my eyes. Turn the knob, and step inside.
My fingers are my guide on the doorknob through the total blackness.
I hear and feel the door shut. Then open my eyes.
The blackness remains. It takes my eyes a moment to adjust to what they’re seeing.
The pitch blackness fills the room, save for what lies just a few yards in front of me...
A glow.
A bright, fluorescent purple color. I focus on it, and realize what it is.
Rope. Glowing rope, seemingly floating amidst the blackness.
I look down to my tie. The rope hanging from it is glowing as well. My eyes start to adjust, and I begin to make out what I’m seeing more clearly.
Two ankles with rope wrapped around them, a single taut line of rope connecting them. The ankles sway as they float freely and drift together from the rope’s tension. It gives just enough glow to make out the ass cheeks that float between those ankles.
The cheeks sit right at the edge of the bed. And above the cheeks, another bundle of rope. Wrapped around two wrists, bound together on her back.