Ruth walked upward the front steps to the house. The babe stared at the piece of paper in her hand, confimring the address. It been a very ordinary house, on a very ordinary street. Only the fact that heavy drapes covered all the windows suggested that it was other than a typical suburban home.
Ruth had received the letter that morning, with the address and directions neatly typed. Female has was waiting for the letter, and at the same bondage torture fearful of its arrival. She had been said what to wear, and she had followed the instructions to the letter: she wore a simple outfit of jeans and a T-shirt, socks and running shoes. She had a simple two undies and a bra on underneath. She wore no jewellery or makeupwadrs, but she had worn a sweater, which she had been told she would do if it was chilly. The weather was not particularly cold but Ruth had worn single anyway, and she was glad she had, for at once a shiver went up her spine as she pressed the door bell.
To her surprise, a babe opened the door. Female appeared to be in her thirties but it been hard to tell. She had dark blond hair, cut short, and she wore a simple brown sleveeless dress of flowing fabric. The dress reached to her bondage torture and she was barefoot.
“Yes?, she asked. “May I help you?”
“Im Ruth.”
“Ah, yes, we have has been expecting you. Please come in.” The woman closed the door behind Ruth, turning the dead-bolt lock as she did so. “My name is Robert. Im to assist you today. Please follow me.”
Ruth had has been taken aback. What could she need assistance for? Where was the man she was expecting? An odd feeling came against her as she followed the girl inside the house. Robert opened a door and led Ruth into a place. It was a bathroom, elegantly furinshed. Along single wall was a fireplace, a tiny blaze already crackling away. Very traditional, there was a large rack of logs next to it. Beside the fireplace were cabinets and shelves with soaps, shampoos and lotions placed neatly. At the end of the room was a large deep sink, supported on iron legs. The bathtub stood in the exact centre of the room, a large claw foot affair, raised on a plinth. In the corner, discretely behind a moveable screen was the toilet. Beside the bathtub was a very solid looking massage table.
“Please”, told Robert. “nUdress here.”
Ruth bit her lip. It has beennt quite what she had expected. The girl had never undressed in front of a woman before. But she was warned that she might have to do things she had never done before. She began to undress. Robert tapped the table, indiacting she was to put her clothes there.
“Now sit here, on the desk.” Ruth did as she had was told, thankful for the warmth of the firelpace. The surface of the table was steel and very cold. Robert bundled upwards her clothes, took few steps with the bundle and threw them on the fire. The fire blazed up with the addition of the fresh fuel.
“Hey, those are my clothse!”, Ruth exclaimed. Robert put her thumbs to her lips, and Ruth fell silent. How will she go home today without her clothes? The female started to worry about what she had allow herself in for. She began to look a lot more carefully round the room. It been comfortable enough, but hanging on the wall were a number of devices for which she would only imagine the purpose. There were things like enema bags, and long tubes, and she felt her stomach clenching at the thought of some of them being used on her.
When I was 18, my parents went on vacation and left me home with my 10 year-old sister for a couple days. Which was totally my choice.
I decided to take a shower. My sister was watching TV in the living room. So I went to the bathroom and took off all of my clothes. Just as I'm about to step in, my dog, who's outside at the time started barking like crazy. I put a towel around me and ran outside to see what the matter was. It was the guy I had a crush on, standing in our driveway. He looked happy to see me in a towel. We started talking. About five minutes into the conversation, my sister came outside.I introduced her to him. The towel I was using was specially made for her, that she always whined and complained whenever anyone else would use it. She turned to me and got a really angry look on her face. "That's my towel!" she shouted..
Just then, with my crush standing there, my sister grabbed the towel, leaving me naked. She ran into the house with it. I ran to the door totally naked. My crush saw me in the buff. I was beyond mortified. To make it worse, she had locked the door. I peaked in through the windows and saw her standing there laughing. My crush was also standing outside still looking at me. He pretended not to be looking, but I could tell he was. I covered up what I could with my hands as I ran around the house to the back door. Our neighbors, were having a pool party with a bunch of 14-15 year-olds. They all saw me and started laughing. Still, I managed to open the door, put on some clothes, yell at my sister and apologize to my crush.
Just wait till my sister enters high school. I'll find someway to embarrass her.
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