I was sitting behind the counter at work, thinking about what had happened in the shack. I could feel a longing to be tied again but the sane part of my brain didn’t want to take any more risks. There were few other places where I could “practice” my craft. I turned the page on the magazine I was reading. There was one customer in the store and it was old Patterson. I turned my thoughts to how it would feel to be tied again, the tightness of the ropes and the helplessness they bring. There I go again, starting to fantasize about being tied and I could start to feel more and more horny.
A new customer entered the store and I could feel myself blush a bit, not like they could read my thoughts but it felt weird anyways.
If only my roommate wasn’t a live-in workaholic who barely left the house. Sure I could sneak in a masturbation now and then while my door was closed but the fear of getting discovered was always in the back of my mind.
The customer approached and dropped a book she wanted to buy. The transaction was quick with few spoken words.
-Thank you, come again~
She left and I turned my attention to my magazine. Looking at things I could never afford.
At closing time I did my inspection of the store and made sure most of it was where it should but at the counter I could now see a letter. I picked it up and it had my initial letter on it but nothing else. It was a bit heavy and I could see the outline of a key in the bottom.
I decided to take it with me and open it later. After locking the store up and walking home I made a brief stop at the grocery store where I bought some things I was short on, mainly butter and cheese. From there it was a 10 min walk to my place and to my surprise my roommate wasn’t home.
-Hello?
But no answer, I checked the message board we have in the hallway and it just said, “Out for a bit, be home later”
I took my shoes off and my jacket and saw the letter again. I picked it up and after putting the things I bought in the fridge I walked up to my room, looking at the letter.
Closing the door behind me and sat down on my bed and opened it. As I thought there was a key inside it and a letter, with a very fine handwriting.
“Hello, I think we could be good friends after what happened last time in the shack. Now if you want to take a small leap of faith then you will take this key and use it on locker 213, in the train station where you will find an item and further instructions. It might be a good idea if you bring a bag that you can hide the item in but if you want a high risk then maybe you could put it on at the station.
I look forward to what you will do
A”
After reading it a few times I wasn’t quite sure what to feel, part of me was intrigued by it, and I was very curious to what could be waiting for me in the locker.
I spent the rest of the night wondering and the last thing on my mind was what it could be before I fell asleep. I had dreams of being kidnapped and tied and gagged and thrown in the trunk of a car.