1-Page Story: Her New Fetish

Her New Fetish

Inhale. Exhale. I knock on the door.

Sooner than I anticipate, it opens. I recognize the man from the pictures and videos on their website. Tall with slicked-back brown hair. If his beard were anymore groomed, he'd be giving me Disney villain vibes. As it was, he was only giving me suave pirate vibes. He wore a dark robe, but I could see elements of suit peaking from beneath it—a black dress shirt and matching slacks. The combat boots interrupted the look, but not is a displeasing way.

As his dark eyes regarded me, he asked, "Are you Missi?"

I gulped as cottonmouth invaded. "Yes." I cleared my throat. "Yes, I am. I take it you're Collin?"

His smile was gorgeous as he said, "Yes. Come in." He stepped aside and allowed me to enter the private home. Everything was dark from a lack of lights on and sun-blocking curtains. I wouldn't have gotten a good look at anything anyways; I couldn't look away from the floor.

"You look nervous." I jumped at the statement, proving his point.

"I am."

"First time?"

"Yeah. I've only watched videos before this."

"Well, don't be nervous. This is a safe place, and everything is completely confidential." Throwing off the robe, Collin said, "Follow me." I did as he ordered and let him lead me to the door in the hallway. He descended the stairs ahead of me, leading to the only lit room in the whole house.

The basement was more industrial that I was expecting; I thought they would have a fully decked out velvet room. This looked like the basement was, for the most part, unfinished. Somehow, that look worked when I saw, the second man intricately trussed up. If Collin was a Disney villain, blondie here was the prince. There wasn't an ounce of hair on him—not even on his balls, which were swollen from the rope wrapped around them.

Placing a hand on my shoulder, Collin said, "This is Missi. It's her first time."

Blondie gave me a charming smile. "Hi. I'm Dan. I'd shake you hand but..." He looked up at his wrists bound together over his head. "Well."

"T-totally understanding." I did my best to looking in the eye as I stuttered.

Collin slammed a folding chair down, about three feet away from Dan. "Have a seat, Missi." I followed his orders without question. He bent over to look me in the eyes once I was settled. "I have only two rules for you. No pictures and no touching."

I gulped again. "No touching the two of you or no touching myself?"

A grin crawled over his face. "Yes." Straightening up, he rolled up his sleeves as he looked between me and Dan. "Shall we begin?"

"Yes," I said.

"Yes, Master," Dan answered.