IARainman
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Ed : 59 year old switchy submissive withwith strong submissive tendencies and a desire to serve.
Her: whoever you describe her to be
He received a message, a new one in the long string of messages they have been exchanging online: “come to 347 Lockhaven way at precisely 9:00 am. The door will be unlocked. If you’re late, it will be locked and you need not bother trying to enter. Enter and strip naked. You’ll find a wooden chair in the middle of the living room. Be seated and close your eyes.”
Having only interacted online he’s not sure what to think, but an instantaneous twitch in his pants tells him to comply. He’s never even seen her, Is this crazy? He pushes aside fear and doubt and arrives at the appointed time. Enters the residence, looking for sings of life but seeing none, only the chair. He quickly strips, laying his clothes across the back of the sofa. He sits in the chair, closes his eyes and waits. “This is crazy” He thinks to himself, wondering if he should dress and flee, but he can’t. A minute turns to what must be 5 then ten. His anxiety grows. Close eyed, he hears tender footsteps, then the click of the lock on the front door…. He waits and smells her perfume for the first time. He resists the urge to open his eyes. Should he have trusted this online friend?
Her: whoever you describe her to be
He received a message, a new one in the long string of messages they have been exchanging online: “come to 347 Lockhaven way at precisely 9:00 am. The door will be unlocked. If you’re late, it will be locked and you need not bother trying to enter. Enter and strip naked. You’ll find a wooden chair in the middle of the living room. Be seated and close your eyes.”
Having only interacted online he’s not sure what to think, but an instantaneous twitch in his pants tells him to comply. He’s never even seen her, Is this crazy? He pushes aside fear and doubt and arrives at the appointed time. Enters the residence, looking for sings of life but seeing none, only the chair. He quickly strips, laying his clothes across the back of the sofa. He sits in the chair, closes his eyes and waits. “This is crazy” He thinks to himself, wondering if he should dress and flee, but he can’t. A minute turns to what must be 5 then ten. His anxiety grows. Close eyed, he hears tender footsteps, then the click of the lock on the front door…. He waits and smells her perfume for the first time. He resists the urge to open his eyes. Should he have trusted this online friend?
