dinsdag 29 november 2016

An evening rendez-vous...

 It was just after 8:30 PM. He asked her not to arrive before that time. So she had a good timing. Getting there via Leuven took her slightly more than an hour. She parked her car on the parkground next to the railway bridge, in the street with this odd name “werft”. She took the far end of the parking not too close to streetlights so her new car plate would not be parked too obviously. She grabbed her coat as rain was pouring down and she proceeded back to the N10 main road she left to reach the parking. There was the pedestrian crossing just as he described, and left from it the free standing Villa from the 50’s.

She walked straight up to the front door and pushed… It was open just as he predicted. She locked the door as instructed and walked straight ahead into the small hall and the corridor behind it and left her coat on the clothes hanger submerged right in the wall, and then proceeded right ahead where she found three doors. She took the middle one as he instructed and arrived in a huge bathroom where the lights were dimmed. As she remembered his instructables this was the point where she had to make a choice…

If she would go for the soft path, she was expected to take the left door when exiting the bathroom again. The dress code for this would be nothing but a short silk preferably slightly transparant night dress, nothing else. The room on the left side from the bathroom would probably be a bedroom and she was instructed to enter and sit on the bed, kneeling and positioning with her head away from the door, so he could enter invisibly and put a blindfold on her so her next experiences would be intensified by depriving her from one sense…

The second option would be the right door and then immediately left, what would bring her in the living room. The dress code for this would be the clothes she was actually wearing, except for any knickers or panties. Her womanhood should be freely accessible, as he explicitly requested. Upon entering the living room there would be a seat where she was supposed to go sit on, again away from the door he would come from, again for him to be able to put a blindfold on her with the same purpose, intensifying her experiences.

 The third option would be the most intense one. The destination would be the second floor bedroom, accessible by the door right when exiting from the bathroom and then passing through the kitchen on the left side, the door to the stairs, and then upstairs the first on the left. This room would be dark apart from one small candle. Dress Code for this option was sexy lingerie, like the type upscale escorts wear, with suspender belts and ⅓ cup bras and thongs. The instructions told her to go lie on the middle of this bed on her back, with her eyes closed and arms and legs widely spread, and not to move until again a blindfold would have been secured.

Upon leaving home she had not decided yet what option she would choose, although she had in her bag all accessories asked for to deal with each scenario. Apart from that, she had enjoyed already the whole day walking around in her ordinary outfit, but wearing below the special bra and suspender belt he asked for, together with the individual stockings kept in place by these jarretelles. She wasn’t wearing any knickers, that gave her a very liberated feeling when she was browsing the library earlier on that day, and while doing grocary shopping. Looking around in this huge bathroom, she was slowly making up her mind what scenario to go for. She noted the big corner bath and the large walk in shower and she was wondering how it would feel to be in there with him probably soon…

 Living as a nun for the past year she decided it was time for a change, a radical change… Then she firmly took a decision and walked out, taking the door that best matched her expectations...



comments appreciated.  Love, Alejandro...

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