The door has been left ajar, the dark unfamiliar hallway presents its owners unique scent of mundane day to day existence, silently I slide towards the bedroom. Excitement spreads around my body, hyper alert, the faintest external chatter freezes me dead in my tracks. Blood pounds deafeningly inside my ears, body tensed with primal fight or flight instincts. Images of lace, then leather flutter through levels of concouniceness fleetingly hesitating before getting chased away by the next perverted thought. Third on the left, third on the left, third on the left, she did say left, right? Fuck, hope so. She notices the creaking floorboards which rudely interrupt soft classical music, this was not the familiar comforting creaking that she had become accustomed to, it was slow, heavy and drawn out, almost pausing mid footstep. The door knob turns, Goosebumps quickly spread despite the warmth emanating from the expensive heater. Shadows danced in vanilla perfumed candlelight, leaping and crouching against the textured wallpaper, barely noticeable behind the tight blindfold that restricted her eyelashes that strained against their captor. Indescribable anticipation soaks though the elegant geometric patterned body stocking, warming her inner thighs of her presented backside. A handwritten note strategically dangles, punched through the thin stiletto heel facing me. The neat handwriting simply reads... Toys bottom draw Safe word red Lock the front door on your way out