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bachelor style, with leather couches
and antique walnut furniture. 
    Tad hung my purse and
sweater on a hook behind the door.  “Before you ask:  yes, I have a
cleaning lady.  No, she’s not coming tomorrow morning, should you choose
to spend the night.” 
    I laughed.  “You
do have a beautiful home.”
    “Thank you.  Would
you like a drink before we begin?”
    I shook my head,
suddenly shy.
    “Then come with me,” he
commanded, and I went.
    He led me down a short
hall to a large bedroom.  “This is my playroom,” he said, gesturing for me
to enter.
    A wrought iron
four-poster bed dominated the room, with a large trunk sitting on a Persian rug
at the base of the bed.  A two-drawer nightstand sat against the wall on
either side of the bed, and an iron chandelier hung from the ceiling. 
    I walked into the
playroom and looked around slowly.  It looked fairly innocuous. 
Maybe this wasn’t going to be as weird as I thought?
    Tad followed me in and
stood very close to me.  He lifted my chin and said, “Look at me,
Alex.  I’m going to tell you the rules now.” 
    I looked up.  With
the only light coming from almost overhead, his eyes were shadowed and dark,
and I shivered.  “Okay.”
    “I’m not going to do
anything you can’t handle, okay?  But if you can’t take it, just say ‘red’
and I will stop immediately.  If you need a minute; if you want me to slow
down, say ‘yellow’ and I’ll slow down.”  He paused, looking at me, and I
nodded slowly. 
    “I’m going to tie you
up, I’m going to fuck your pussy and your mouth, and I’m going to make you come
at least twice.  If you don’t do what I say, when I say it, I am going to
spank you, because I can’t tolerate disobedience.  If I spank you, it will
hurt, but I won’t leave marks or injure you.”  He paused again. 
    I could barely
breathe.  I couldn’t believe I was hearing this, or that I was agreeing to
it.  Unbelievable or not, though, I was about to come just standing
there.  I realized he was waiting for my acknowledgment, and I nodded
again.
    He continued, “You’re
going to come harder than you ever have in your life.  Now, do you trust
me?”
    I nodded and then
squeaked out, “Yes.”
    “Good girl.  Stand
right there.”  Tad leaned in for a quick kiss, trapping my lower lip
between his teeth as he pulled away.  He circled behind me and I heard the
chest creak open.  There were some rustling noises and then Tad was behind
me again.  He slipped a silk blindfold over my eyes and tied it tightly
behind my head.
    I started to speak, but
I felt a finger on my lips.  “Shhh,” said Tad.
    I took a breath and shook
my head.  “Wait.  No pictures, ok?  You’re not blindfolding me
so you can take pictures and post them on Facebook are you?” By the end, I
sounded a little desperate, a little out of breath. 
    Tad pushed the
blindfold up and tilted my chin up.  I stared in his very serious green
eyes as he said, “Oh no, beautiful.  Not at all.  I don’t share with
others.”  I nodded, and he pulled the blindfold back down.
    I couldn’t see anything
of substance.  Some light leaked in from the top and bottom of the
blindfold, but I was largely forced to depend on my other senses.  I could
hear the floor creak under Tad’s feet as he moved behind me, and the noise of
my dress’s zipper was very loud.  Tad’s fingers barely brushed my back as
he expertly unclasped my strapless bra.  Then his hands slid up to my
shoulders and pushed the spaghetti straps of my dress off my shoulders, and
everything fell in a puddle at my feet, and I was totally naked.  I felt
more than naked.  I felt exposed, opened for him to judge.  I felt
like my big breasts were throbbing in time with my heartbeat, and the fat
around my stomach was jiggling, and my butt was probably all dimply.  I
tried not to cry. 
    Tad groaned.  His rough
fingers traced over my shoulder and down onto the curve of my breast as