You arrive home late evening and on your desk propped up against the PC is a plain white envelope. On the front is just your name 'Fiona' written by a fountain pen in red ink. The handwriting is flowing and bold and your name is underlined. You study it in your hands. It feels expensive and it elicits your curiosity.
After considering it for a moment weighing the envelope in your hand you turn it over. It is sealed with red wax. Unusual. There is some sort of coat of arms stamped in the bright red wax and all you can make out is what looks a wolf or a dog on the outline of a shield. It takes just a moment to open the letter and you take out a single sheet of matching paper folded in two. There is an unusual fragrance coming from the paper, not unpleasant but like nothing you have ever encountered before. You push this sensation from your mind to turn your attention to the message.
In the same handwriting the red ink reads...
"Aloha Fiona,
Are you ready to trust me? I wonder. Well let's see. Outside will be a white car with dark windows and a small Scottish flag above the front wheel arch. Get inside if you dare and I will take care of you.
It will take you to the Caledonian Hotel in town. Let someone know where you are, you will be shown to room 110. Take your phone with you and ask a friend to phone you in two hours to check you are all right.
Are you ready? I wonder.
I wish only the best for you.
Dog."
You are surprised. Your mind fills with questions. How did he find me? What cheek, we only talked yesterday. Who does he think he is? You find you are getting a little angry at the intrusion. As you sit on the edge of your bed you look at the now discarded note on your desk. 'Are you ready?' it said. The anger subsides and you start to wonder yourself "Am I ready?"
Without really thinking about it you look up the hotels number and then text your best friend. You look at yourself in the mirror for a moment. You wonder what you think you are doing. He could be any sort of a weirdo, but he didn't sound like one. Well not too much anyway. Besides you can look after yourself. You go outside the adrenaline starting to flow and the excitement building. There as you knew it would be is the car, a white Lexus.
You look for a moment and as you go to open the door, "Let me do that for you Miss Fiona." A large young man in a dark suit opens the door for you.
You jump a little at first and then ask "Dog?"
"No Miss, my name is Walker. I will take you to your rendezvous."
You tilt your head a little as you look at him for a moment. "Thank you". You get inside the car and the door closes with a comforting thud. You make yourself comfortable in the leather seat and you start to wonder what to expect. Questioning Walker is no use; he politely tells you he is unable to answer any questions for you. It is only a few minutes until you arrive at the hotel and Walker opens the door for you.
Almost immediately a bellboy meets you "Please follow me Miss Fiona." You silently follow as he escorts you through the lavish hotel lobby to the elevator and up one floor. He lets you out of the elevator first and then leads you to room 110. He stops and opens the door. You look for some change for him but he only tells you "That has all been taken care of Miss" and leaves you standing outside all alone now.
Gingerly you enter the room. You expect to find a bedroom but instead you enter what looks like a drawing room. You guess you must be in a suite but you can't be sure. "Dog?" you whisper. It is almost like you don't want to find him there. No response. "Dog" you call a little louder this time. Still there is no reply. "Fuck him" you think, "I don't need a weirdo annoying me".
You enter the room determined to put this person called Dog in his place, close the door behind you and on the drawing room on a table in the middle of the room there is a vanity case and another envelope. You approach a little warily, this is all making you feel, what? You are not sure. Uncomfortable? Sort of but more excited, the anticipation but you are not sure of what. Sort of scary but intriguing, like watching a scary movie. Wanting to hide your eyes but desperate to know what is happening. You smell the same strange scent that you did before. It seeps into your consciousness and you feel the feeling of anger ebbing and you focus on the stylised script on the envelope.
There seems to be no one around so you pick up the envelope. It looks the same as the first with your name in ink on the front and sealed in the same way on the back.
"Aloha Fiona,
It pleases me you are here. Go to the bathroom. In the vanity case you will find some underwear and behind the door there are some clothes I have selected for you. Put them on.
The go to the window and wait.
Dog xx"
"Typical" you think "wants me to dress up all kinky". You take a moment to make your mind up whether to get out of here or go to see what is waiting for you. It certainly was not your intention to even consider a request like this but you find your self becoming intrigued like a little girl wondering what is in the birthday present. You notice that your breathing is a little faster and you feel a little tingly at the thought of what might happen. What could happen?
Decided you pick up the vanity case and seeing the bathroom door open beside the front door you tentatively go inside. The bathroom is huge, all marble and a sunken bath. There is a dressing area and you set the case down on the seat there. Behind the door is a rather smart suit. You are puzzled. You expected something leather maybe PVC. You are starting to feel a little bruised mentally. Nothing is as you keep expecting it to be. The suit is dark blue with a fine pinstripe. You look at the label. Impressive and how did he know the size? You would only usually wear something like this to an interview but you hold it up against you. It is short but not as short as you expected, about four inches above the knee. Under the jacket is a black chiffon blouse. Plain but classic, nearly see through you note. Seems like he isn't a surprise all the time then. In the vanity case there is a set of blue underwear. The thong style panties are not too small but they are very sheer, matching the under wired front closing bra. They are well made but there are no labels. There is also a pair of sheer black hold-up stockings with a pair of dark blue court shoes.
It is freaking you out a little. You would have been more comfortable if it had been all kinky like you expected but you are not sure what to make of it all. You change and tidy your hair and spray some scent left by the sink. It un-nerves you that the clothes fit so well and not too tight either. How did he know? The shoes seem just perfect. Not what you would usually wear but you still feel comfortable and you feel elegant.
You walk out if the bathroom and over to the window your heels softly clicking on the wooden floor as your walk. Then you stand, not sure what will happen next. The curtains are open on the young night and you can see the lights outside. Cars and signs glowing in the night reflected in the wet of the rain that is now falling gently. You cannot see clearly as there is a net curtain protecting your privacy.
After just a few moments you notice the lights in the room start to dim. You look around but see no one and in a moment the lights are out. You feel your heart start to pound in your chest now. As you are nearly ready to call it a day and leave you hear a voice. It is low but very clear. It reminds you of Sean Connery. It talks slowly but with purpose.
"Look out of the window Fiona."
"But who are...." You start to say.
"Listen to me and do as I ask you Fiona."
"Look...."
"Don't speak till I ask you Fiona." The voice leaves no question it is to be obeyed and you go silent. You look out of the side of your eyes desperately trying to see who it is. What they look like.
"You know who I am Fiona. You will do exactly as I ask and when I ask you. If you do not I will leave and I don't think you want that Fiona, not really. Now draw back the net at the window Fiona."
You certainly will not comply with this mans wishes. But; it could do no harm, could it? Just to see what this all about and then you can leave. The voice seems to be closer now almost like a whisper in your ear. You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you draw back the net to reveal the shimmering night scene before you. You look out seeing the office building across from you. Cleaners at work, some working late. People going about they're business in the street a floor below you. Cars and buses making they're way about town.
"Very good Fiona now open the window an inch or two."
You feel your body alert, a slight sweat on your back and your breathing quick. You open the window and you feel the cool night air rush in contrasting the warm room. You feel your nipples react to the slight chill and the hairs on your arms stand on end.
"That is perfect Fiona." You feel like you can feel warm breath on your neck like a gentle caressing kiss, as you hear the voice but you cannot sense the presence of the owner of the voice. It's like a ghostly voice. Your mind starts to swirl with the thoughts that flood in.
"Bare your neck for me Fiona." Your hand hooks the hair from your neck pulling it to the side. You jump a little as you feel something placed around your neck then you steady your nerves. You hear the jingle as a buckle is fastened and you realise that it is a dog collar that encircles your vulnerable neck. You feel it close around you but not too tight just firm. Still you have no sense of the person who is doing this to you. It is like a disembodied voice, almost supernatural it seems. You can smell the new leather over your scent and you swallow feeling the caress of the restraining band as you do so.
"It suits you Fiona. Now slip the jacket from your shoulders, let it slip to the floor."
You slip the jacket off your shoulders as instructed and shiver as it falls, the gentle breeze cutting through you in contrast to the warmth at your back. You hold your hands about you. Feeling their warmth but perhaps protecting your self also.
